47. Jameson
Chapter forty-seven
Jameson
“I never thought that dinner would end,” I say, pulling Bryn back to the house I’m renting as fast as I can. Would it be too much to just fireman-carry her?
“I can’t believe you did that for me,” she says, practically jogging to keep up with me.
“I would do anything for you.”
“I’m beginning to understand that.”
“Trust me, by the time I’m done with you, you will believe it with your whole entire being.”
I push the door open, pulling her into the living room and dragging her body against mine. Leaning in, I press my lips gently against hers, savoring the taste of her, the warmth of her against my skin. Our kiss is tender yet fervent, a silent plea for forgiveness, for redemption in each other’s arms.
My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as I deepen the kiss, pouring all of my love and longing into the moment.
I pull away, breathless and dizzy with emotion, and look into Bryn’s eyes, seeing the depth of her love reflected back at me. “I love you, Bryn,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “More than anything in this world. More than golf, more than money, more than anything. If having you means I need to give everything else up, I will. You just say the word and I’ll quit and become your personal assistant or dog walker or anything that would allow me to be in your life forever.”
She smiles at me, and I know it’s going to be okay. I know I haven’t lost the woman who makes me whole. I wasn’t sure this whole plan was going to work, and my assistant and I were both working overtime all weekend to make it happen, but seeing the smile on Bryn’s face tonight made it all worth it. Especially after hearing how shitty of a day she had. I can’t focus on Kyle and Alexis’s betrayal now, but I mentally file it away in a “Future Revenge” folder of my brain. No one fucks with Bryn and gets away with it.
“I love you, too, Jameo,” Bryn murmurs, her voice barely a whisper. “More than you’ll ever know. But please don’t become my assistant. You would be truly terrible at it. Maybe stick to your golf hobby for now.”
I laugh, a deep, throaty sound that vibrates through my soul. Her eyes scan my face, darkening at whatever lust she must see there. Bryn places a hand on my chest, pushing me back gently until my legs bump against the couch, forcing me to sit. Taking the hint, I grip her hips, thumbs stroking the curve of her side as she moves her thighs to either side of my legs.
She lowers tauntingly slow onto my lap, and I reach out, guiding her hips until her core is directly over my straining erection still held captive by my pants. Bryn leans back slightly as I continue to guide her up and down, running her center along my length.
She crashes her mouth to mine and I tangle one of my hands in her hair, pulling slightly.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I was so sure I’d never have the chance to do this again.”
“I know. I know. And I’m sorry. I didn’t want to end this. I was just scared. I was so scared I would just end up letting you down, or that I’d get lost in the process of keeping you.”
Just as I feel her start to tense, I stand and carry Bryn to my bed. She flops back on the mattress and I reach out, grabbing the waistband of her pants and slowly pulling them down. Her body relaxes, her head tilting back as she lets out a contented sigh.
I chuckle softly before lightly stroking her seam with the knuckle of my index finger.
“Bryn,” I sigh, her name a prayer and a curse on my lips. “You are so fucking wet.” Then, unable to hold myself back anymore, I drop to my knees, my head bowed in front of her hips. She jolts, her hands squeezing the comforter as I start slowly torturing her with my tongue, running it along her slit before circling the bundle of nerves begging for my attention. I play with her, coming close but never giving her the pressure I know she needs. Circling and circling before backing off again to drive my tongue into her, deeper with each pass.
“Please?” She’s begging now, and I’m helpless to do anything but give in.
Her head slowly lifts, and she’s so far gone in her desire that all I can see is the deep black of her exploded pupils. This might be my favorite eye color of hers.
I watch her take a deep breath and shut her eyes briefly before I slowly spread her folds with one hand, my tongue flicking her hard nub.
She groans, her head thrashing from side to side. My other hand traces up her side, sliding under her shirt and bra before cupping her breast. I squeeze her perky nipple at the same time I suck her clit into my mouth. She breaks, and everything in my body wants to break with her, but I hold back, focusing all my pent-up energy on worshiping Bryn’s body.
“So fucking perfect.”
She sits up, pulling her shirt and bra off and tossing them to the side before standing and pulling me up with her. I quickly unzip my pants before reaching an arm over my head and pulling my shirt off in one smooth movement.
She takes in my body, and I take in hers. As I scan her inch by inch, every cell in my body thrums with excitement. I tug down my briefs to free my straining dick.
Bryn swallows hard at the sight, her gaze laser-focused on the glint of precum that has escaped the slit at the end.
Bryn takes control, pushing me back down onto the bed, before opening my nightstand and pulling out a condom. She leans over, giving my leaking head a quick kiss and sweep of her tongue, unleashing a deep groan from my chest. With a chuckle, she rolls the condom on before slowly lowering herself onto my length. She repeats my torturous move from earlier, slowly moving up and down, up and down.
As my control weakens, she increases her tempo, grinding on me with each slam of our connected bodies. She leans forward and my hands grip her hips, moving us even faster.
“Good girl, B,” I whisper in her ear, groaning slightly. “Just like that. You are perfect. You are perfect for me.”
The praise rockets her back to the edge, and I follow. The pleasure is looming right there, just waiting. We are both on edge, and our pace is no longer rhythmic but rather the impatient pounding of two people who cannot, no matter how hard they try, ever get quite as close as they want to be. Two people whose souls are entwined at such a molecular level that their bodies will never be able to match that level of intimacy.
Bryn’s breath is coming out in ragged gulps, thighs clenching as she tries to keep up with the grueling pace I am demanding of her. Recognizing the strain on her face, I flip us over, and I lap at her nipple while I pound into her.
“I’m about to...” I groan.
“Do it,” she urges.
I shake my head. “Not without you.” I snake my hand between us and find her clit with my thumb, applying just the right pressure to send her falling again, the clenching of her walls bringing me with her.
I watch, eyes half closed, as she finishes, the tight muscles of my ass flexing as I slowly rock in and out of her. A slow trickle of our combined fluids makes its way further down her body with each movement.
“Stay with me?” I ask, not even trying to mask the vulnerability I’m feeling.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
With everything I’ve ever wanted right there in front of me, I give the love of my life a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom to take care of things. Her eyes are closed when I return to the room, so I lift the covers and nestle in behind her, pulling her ass until it fits perfectly in the crook of my hips. I nuzzle her ear, listening to her deep breathing as I fall into the deep sleep that only home can bring.