Chapter 42
Ellie
Jamie’s door barely closes before his hands are all over me, pressing me against the wall with a hunger that makes my pulse spike. I can smell the faint traces of his cologne mixed with the scent of wine on his breath, and the combination makes my head swim in the best possible way.
“I can’t believe we really pulled that off.
I though for sure someone would screw it up,” I breathe, laughing as Jamie's mouth finds the curve of my neck.
His teeth graze my skin, and goosebumps fill my arms. He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes.
His brown hair is slightly disheveled from running his fingers through it all evening, and I freaking love that I can see the barely contained excitement practically vibrating through him.
“It’s because of you.”
“You helped,” I remind him, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. He lets me pull it over his head. “We make a pretty good team, I guess.”
“I agree. And to think you almost refused to work with me,” he chuckles, and then his mouth crashes into mine.
It feels raw and desperate, all tongue and teeth, and I feel it everywhere.
My nipples tighten into peaks, heat grows between my thighs, and my heart races.
If there was some way we could be in each other’s skin, we would be.
We’re pulling and tugging at one another and it’s both chaotic and thrilling.
Jamie groans against my mouth and the sound goes straight to my core.
His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into the thin fabric of my leggings.
“Your smile tonight, after it was all over… I want to see that smile over and over again for the rest of my life, and I want to be the one that puts it there,” Jamie drawls as he walks us carefully to the bed.
“I loved seeing your smile, too. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile like that since we were seventeen.”
He pushes me down onto the mattress, and I land with a soft bounce.
He stands over me for a moment, and I stare at his sculpted chest and abs, the ones he’s worked on since he was a teenager.
I don’t remember a day where he skipped the gym.
Not even when his father died, and playing professional hockey all these years?
I don’t doubt the number of hours he’s put into his physical appearance.
I watch his eyes travel down my body with an intensity that makes me feel like I'm already naked.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “You’re my beautiful girlfriend.”
My stomach flutters. Girlfriend. I’m Jamie Patterson’s girlfriend.
Again. This probably makes me seem like a freaking idiot, but I don’t even care.
People might not understand it, but I can’t help the feelings I have for this man.
As much as I wanted to ignore him, as much I wanted to hate him, it wasn’t possible.
“I can't believe I agreed to move in with you,” I chuckle softly.
“Having second thoughts, are you?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself over me, his weight supported on his arms.
Shaking my head, I say, “No. I don’t think I am.”
I reach up and pull him down to me, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. He pulls my hoodie over my head and tosses it to the floor, his hands finding the clasp of my bra immediately and tearing that off too.
His calloused palms caress my tits, his fingers pinching my nipples, and I gasp as his mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue swirling around one of the hardened peaks.
He hums against my breast, the vibration making me squirm.
His free hand slides down my body, pushing my leggings down.
I lift my butt off the bed and use my hands to push them down all the way, exposing my lace panties.
His fingers trace along the edge, and I can feel him smile against my chest when he discovers how wet I am.
“Someone's excited,” he murmurs, his finger pressing the soaked fabric against my aching pussy. “I love how wet you get for me, Sweetheart.”
“All for you,” I say, my voice breaking as he rubs slow circles over my clit through the thin material. "Jamie, please..."
“Please what, baby?” He lifts his head from my breast, his blue eyes challenging me. “Do you need something from me?”
Dick.
“I need you inside me.” The words tumble out, desperate and uncensored.
Jamie's answering grin is feral. “I can make that happen.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls, the fabric tearing easily under his grip. The cool air hits my exposed pussy for only a moment before his fingers are there, sliding through my wetness, teasing my entrance before pushing two fingers inside me without warning.
I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the bed. “Fuck, Jamie…”
“You're perfect,” he groans, his fingers curling inside me in a way that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. “You really want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes…god, yes,” I reply, not even caring if it makes me sound desperate. I’ve never felt anything as good as when Jamie’s inside me.
I'm panting, my hips rising to meet each thrust of his hand. "Please,” I whine.
He withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Then I hear the zip of his pants, and a moment later, he's kicking his jeans off along with his briefs. His cock springs free, hard and veiny, already leaking precum from the tip.
I reach for him, wanting to feel him in my hand, but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head. “Do you want to touch or be fucked?” he asks.
“The second option.”
“That’s what I thought,” he says, positioning himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He slips inside easily, and I cry out, my hands grabbing the sheets.
Jamie fills me completely in one hard thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. My pussy grips him tightly, pulsing around his thick length as he stills inside me, giving me a moment to adjust. I don’t need a minute; I just need him to move.
He pulls back until just the tip remains inside me, then slams forward hard enough to make the bed frame creak.
“Fuck, baby,” Jamie groans.
He sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving me further into the mattress. His hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise, pushing them wider and allowing him to sink even deeper.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, leaning down to bite my shoulder. “You are mine. Say it, Sweetheart.”
“It's yours, Jamie. Fuck, I’m yours!”
Shifting his angle slightly, he hits that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I feel my orgasm building rapidly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My fingers dig into his back, leaving red scratches down his skin.
“Good fucking girl,” he groans, his voice strained. He's close too. I can tell by the way his pace falters. “Cum for me, Ellie. I need to feel this pussy squeeze my cock.”
His words push me over the edge. I cum with a scream, my entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Not even a minute later, I feel Jamie follow me over, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me with a guttural moan.
We stay tangled together as our breathing slows, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels grounding rather than suffocating. When he finally rolls off me, he pulls me against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
“So,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Celebration part one complete.”
I laugh, turning my head to look at him. “Part one? How many parts are there?”
“Well… this was to celebrate our win tonight,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
“Then we have to celebrate you moving in with me,” he says, pushing my hair away from neck and leaving a kiss.
“And the most important thing to celebrate, is you giving me another shot.” He plants a kiss on my lips before pulling away and looking at me, his eyes full of admiration.
“It’s your last one, you know. You don’t get any more if you screw this up. I mean it,” I tell him firmly. And I do mean it. I won’t do this again with him…I can’t.
“I don’t plan on screwing it up. I don’t plan on ever living without you again, Sweetheart.”