25. Jamison
I was bone tired.
My mind was still wired, racing from what happened at Elle’s and what happened when Liam burst into the store and everything in between.
Gisele’s parents insisted we stay for dinner, Georgina wanting to have a family night after the disastrous events. Jock pulled me aside to thank me for what I said to Liam, and for being there for his family. It had been a little uncomfortable to see the big bloke get misty eyed when Gisele told him about what Liam had accused her of and threatening to take Miracle away.
To be frank, it had been a relief when he finished thanking me and handed me a beer. It was enough dealing with the emotionally charged Blessing women, adding a teary Jock to that was just about my limit for the day.
So, sitting in Gisele’s kitchen watching her pretend to clean every surface and bench top while I sat on one of the stools waiting for her nerves to ease was much more fun.
Miracle decided again to stay with her aunty Elle, and again hijacking my dog. Not that Optimus was at all put out by spending another night being pampered by his apparent new owner.
As much as my feelings for Miracle was growing each day, I spent in her company, I was in a way glad she wasn’t home tonight. Since the explosive kiss Gisele and I shared, all that was going through my mind was more.
I wanted more.
Gisele was obviously skittish, the way she was going over the bench for the third time with cleaning spray was a dead giveaway and pretty amusing to me considering when we got back to her place, she changed into a pair of barely there denim shorts and a white tight singlet top.
No bra.
Yeah, she might be nervous, but she wanted to be mine.
No doubt, I’d bet my badge on it.
My fucking life.
About done with Gisele’s stalling, I got up from the stool and made my way slowly around the countertop to the woman who was currently driving me crazy. Moving up behind her, I caged her in between my arms on the bench, her back to me.
“Gisele, what’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked, pushing my nose into her soft silky hair, breathing in deep.
Fuck her hair was beautiful.
“Nothing,” she lied, then turned around so she was finally looking at me. “Everything,” she admitted, her hands going to my back.
“Your gun is gone,” she said unexpectedly changing the subject. That was something I was going to have to get used to if I was going to survive the Blessing family. Topics changed, emotions turned on and off like a tap and it was all I could do to keep my head on straight.
Playing it Gisele’s way, I nodded. “I have a small gun safe in the boot of my car. I’m off duty so I don’t need my gun. Does it scare you that I wear a gun?” I asked, hoping like hell we weren’t going to have the conversation about the dangers of my job. My previous serious relationships ended because of my being a cop, those times the choice had been easy as callous as that sounded. Both splits had not been the end of me, but if Gisele had a problem, with me being?—.
“Hey,” Gisele said stopping the horrible direction of my thoughts, “I don’t have any worries about guns or you being a policemen, Jamison.” Gisele assured me with a brilliant smile. “My dad has his own arsenal of guns; he taught all three of us how to shoot when we were teenagers.” One thing I loved the most about Gisele was the way she said what was on her mind without any kind of censorship. Telling a law enforcer that her dad had a ‘arsenal’ of guns, and he taught them to shoot, most likely without permits wasn’t something I heard a lot. Gisele and her sisters and especially their mother, didn’t have a filter.
I just hope that one day it won’t backfire on them.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that, gorgeous,” I chuckled, feeling her nerves settle and her body less tense.
“So …” Gisele hummed, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands smoothing up and down my back, something she did at the store earlier and something I was beginning to crave.
My past one-night stands didn’t include a lot of physical affection just physical release. Basically, sex and nothing more than that.
With Gisele it was the complete opposite. I wanted the hand holding, the stolen kisses passionate or pecks, the hugs and the strolls in the town centre. Taking Miracle to school and picking her up.
I wanted it all.
If it was fast then fuck it, and anyone who thought it. What goes on between Gisele and me was our business.
“Hmmm.” Continuing to enjoy her administrations, I decided to let Gisele set the pace. If all we did was cuddle and kiss tonight, then I was fine with that.
Did I want my mouth on her pussy, filling it with her cream?
Yes, I did.
Did I want her looking up at me while my cock was deep in her throat.
Yep, and yep.
Did I want us both naked, my cock sliding into her tightness, her legs wrapped around my waist bringing us both to climax at the same time?
Fucking oath I did.
Just thinking about it, my cock was thickening behind my zipper. There was no way Gisele couldn’t feel it, and like I told her twice now, games were not my thing.
She made my cock hard, that was not something I was ever going to hide from her or apologise for.
“You should know Jamison, I’m not all that experienced in things of this nature,” Gisele told me, her voice shy yet her hands were making their way around to the front of me, climbing up my chest until the rested on my pecs.
“Oh, I don’t know gorgeous. I think you’re doing a pretty good job so far,” I disagreed with her, not stopping the moan when her nails scrapped lightly over my flat nipples.
“I’ve only done this … um … sex once, with —”
Dropping my mouth to hers, I cut her off before she could say the pricks name. Not now, not ever did I want her mentioning Miracle’s douche-bag sperm donor. Especially when her nipples were like bullets and very noticeable through the thin material of her top.
“Gisele, one thing you should know about me that is really important to know,” I started, then paused lowering my mouth over her shirt covered breasts and sucked her nipple into my mouth material and all. Enjoying her loud moan and the way she fisted my shirt to hold me close.
“Wha … what’s that,” she moaned thrusting her breast more into my face, demanding without words she didn’t want me to stop.
As if I could or would.
Giving her nipple on last hard suck, I turned my attention to the other one, giving that one the same attention.
“I’m a jealous bastard, never knew it until I met you, but there it is.” Standing back, I admired the two wet patches I’d made, seeing her nipples hard and erect through the white top did something primal to me. I know I made myself promise to let Gisele set the pace, and I still will, but I just needed a little extra.
Quickly and efficiently, I pulled her top over her head and tossed it somewhere behind me, her breasts were bare, a decent handful and perky. They were topped with the prettiest nipples I’d ever laid eyes on. Red, round and fucking beautiful.
Like Gisele.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, seeing her naked from the waist up for the first time. I thought dreaming about when I saw her in her bra and panties was spank material. Fuck me was I wrong.
Gisele bare breasted, her nipples wet my from mouth was worthy of an award.
Not that anyone else was ever going to see her this way. She was for my eyes and my eyes only.
Her eyelids hooded; Gisele did something I never expected in a million years. Looking me dead in the eyes, she moved her hands from my chest and brought them to her bare breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers, her shyness making the move so much sexier.
“Fuck me.” My growl almost animalistic even to my own ears. Seeing Gisele so shy but still willingly to move out of her comfort zone, forget her fears and anxieties. It was a beautiful thing to see, and it was all for me.
“Well, I hope that is coming,” Gisele sassed, pushing through her embarrassment like the champ I knew she was, but being a Blessing woman, she wasn’t finished shocking the shit out of me. Snaking her hands slowly from her nipples down her belly, I watched with a dry mouth as she popped the button on her jean shorts then slowly lowered the zipper.
It took just one tiny glimpse of her bare pubic bone, and I was done.
Fusing our mouths together I kissed Gisele with so much passion it scared me I was capable of feeling this strongly for a woman.
“Please tell me I can take you to the bedroom, let me see your beautiful body spread out for me to worship.” I pleaded. Yep me, Detective Jamison Jury was pleading to a woman to let me make love to her.
Hell, I’d get down on my knees and beg her for just one look at her bare and spread for my viewing pleasure.
Giving me an impish grin, Gisele, grabbed my hand and pulled me from the counter, towing me behind her like a puppy.