Chapter 22
JAMISON
The blood in my veins races. I’ve waited months to be with Dori like this again. I’m not sure how much I can take.
“Tell me what you want, temptress.” The words come out all gravelly, giving my eagerness away. “Do you want me to make love to you on the bed, or do you want me to take you here?”
She rubs against me again. “Take me now. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
I bite down on her shoulder and reach between her thighs. She’s already soaked and warm. It’s enough to have me shudder in delight.
The last time I had her this way, I was able to hold myself back, but I was in better shape and had more self-control.
I pray I don’t disappoint her.
She whimpers. “Jami, please.”
“Bend over and I’ll give you everything you want.”
She does what I ask, and my heart beams with pride.
“Such a good girl. You spoil me.”
“Then it’s your turn to return the favor.” She’s desperate for me.
Her ass is up in the air and her shoulders rest on the floor as she peeks back at me with pleas of want. She makes all my desires spring to life.
“I swear you’re a dream come true.” I line up with her and suck in a breath.
Please let me make this good for her.
I enter her slowly. She’s ready for me, but tight as hell. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck. You feel better than I remember.” I groan and glide out of her.
I do this a few times before I have to stop so I don’t come.
When my tip is right at her opening, she pushes back into me. “I can handle you, babe. Don’t hold back from me.”
“You’re giving me a command?” I laugh low and deep from my chest. “Jesus, woman. If I were in better shape, I’d pull out of you and tie you up for an hour to make you wait.”
“Then I’ll take this time as my win.”
For that, she earns a smack on her ass. The snap when my hand hits her skin makes her flinch forward and wail.
Instantly, I run my hand over the spot and soothe away the sting. “Remember who’s in charge, and we won’t have any issues.”
“I like being spanked, so there are no issues.” Her voice sings with mischief.
“My wicked little temptress. What will I do with you?”
She slides back and forth over my cock, and I give her some of the control because sometimes she needs it. It’s why she runs and hides when her life is spinning out of order.
My breathing picks up and makes my chest ache, but fuck the pain. I’m not stopping this for the life of me.
Dori moans as she works herself over me. I’m about to lose it, so I bend over her and find her clit. There’s no way I’m coming before she does. This woman deserves more than that.
She slows her pace as my fingertips circle her swollen bud. I slide in as deep as I can go without hurting her. I think she could take more, but I’m not going to test that theory tonight. That will come.
My mind flips through all the ways I’m going to pleasure her. It’s like I’m with her in this moment, but experiencing every future way I’ll get to be with her sexually.
“How does that feel, temptress?” I grind into her.
“So good. Just like that.” She peeks back at me, then squeezes her eyes shut. “Jami, I’m not going to last.”
“Take what you want. Take all the pleasure you need.”
“I want more.”
“How do you want me?”
“Harder.”
I pump, slamming into her. I hold her hips so she doesn’t get forced into the bed frame. I jerk back and do this a few more times.
“Rub your clit for me. Help me take you over the edge.”
She brings her hand up and runs her fingertips around. Every now and then, she splits them apart and slides them down around her entrance and my cock.
“Fuck, that feels fantastic.” I keep fucking her like she wants.
She twists her hips and covers me with her slick heat. Her pussy tightens and pulses as she screams out my name.
“Jami, I’m coming! Holy shit. I’m coming.”
She comes so hard she takes me to the brink of pleasure with every twitch her body makes. I could quit pumping into her and she’d take me right along with her, but I can’t stop myself.
“I’m right there with you.” My hips jerk like they have a mind of their own. “I’m going to shoot my cum so deep inside your perfect pussy.”
And if I get her pregnant, even better.
It’s not lost on me that we’re not using a condom, and we haven’t had the birth control talk, but I don’t care. Something primal in me wants to see my child growing in her belly .
With that thought, I shatter and come so hard I almost pass out. Being with her takes me out of this world. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but her.
She’s my person. She always has been, and I’m so grateful we’re finally together like we’re meant to be.
We bring ourselves back to the room as I plant tiny kisses over her back. I slowly pull out of her and sit back on my knees.
She starts to move, but I stop her. “Hold on. Let me get you a towel. Just stay here and let me treat you like you deserve.”
She laughs. “There’s no way I’m staying here with my ass in the air while you try to find something to clean me with. You’re the one with the gunshot wound.”
I shake my head and join in with her joy. “Fine, but you need to understand that when this happens in the future, one of the things I require is that I take care of you afterward.”
We pull up our pants, she crawls over to me, and takes my face in her palms. “If that’s what you want, I’ll always let you take care of me because being with you like this is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Never forget that.”
My heart explodes like a meth lab gone wrong. She’s absolutely my drug.
I give her a weighted stare. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Dori gets ready for bed while I check in with George. Nothing of concern is reported, so I go back to my bedroom.
She comes out of the bathroom wearing one of my black T-shirts and nothing more. Her face is washed, and her arms are full of things needed to care for my wound. She’s downright gorgeous.
“I’m beginning to think you like my T-shirts.” I pad over to her and kiss her on the forehead. “You look good in them, so tell me if you have a color preference, and I’ll make sure to have more here for you.”
“The color has nothing to do with it. I wear them because they smell like you.”
“Really?” I think about that for a second.
I love the perfume she wears. It’s all over my pillows.
I can’t get enough of it when I lay my head down at night. “Yeah, and I love smelling you on my sheets.”
“Go sit on the bed, and I’ll do your wound care.” She gestures to the mattress with a jut of her chin. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.” I walk to the bed and situate myself so she can easily reach my back. “If it’s something you need my eye contact for, you’ll need to wait until you’re helping me with my chest.”
“It’s nothing like that, but it’s about you being shot.”
“You don’t have to ask to speak to me about that day. I’m not traumatized by it.” I glance over my shoulder.
She shrugs. “I don’t want to say something and make it come to life.”
“Dori, I’m okay with you talking about it, but I appreciate you worrying about my mental health.”
“Thanks.” She places the supplies next to me and starts to clean my wound. “After you were shot, they gave me a bag of your belongings. I wouldn’t put it down because it smelled like you. I was afraid I’d lose you if I didn’t hold on to it.”
She uses antiseptic wipes to clean me as I silently sit with that comment. I think she might be the one who’s traumatized. I can’t remember most of that day.
“It’s my turn to ask you a question.” I peek over my shoulder at her. “How are you doing now? ”
“What do you mean?”
“It sounds like that was a hard day for you. I wonder if you’re the one who’s dealing with the trauma.”
She pauses what she’s doing and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I’ve had a few nightmares about it, but I’m okay. Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You’ve had nightmares about that day?”
“A few.”
“Tell me about them.”
“They’re not important.”
Lauren comes to mind. She never allowed herself to deal with her fears. She hid them from me. Instead, we created an abusive relationship. If she had just told me she was struggling, I would’ve assisted her with getting help.
I turn to face Dori. “You’re my priority, so I have to know if you need support.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve talked with Samantha about it, and I’m dealing with it.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you don’t need to worry. I’m good. I promise. Now, turn around and let me finish.”
“As long as you feel like therapy is helping you, I’ll drop it.”
“It is. I promise. And if that changes, you’ll be the first to know.”
Something about her expression has me worried, but I don’t want to push her. The last thing she needs is more trauma around the situation.
I get back in place. “I’ve got to work this weekend. Will that bother you?”
“No. I can look for a job while you do that.”
My heart soars. “I’m excited you’re serious about moving.”
“Me too.” She rubs some ointment around the edge of the bullet’s entry point. “I’m afraid to tell you, but you’re going to have a scar.”
I laugh. “You think?”
“Stop making fun of me.” She taps my shoulder. “Turn around and I’ll get the front.”
I change positions and sit on the edge of the bed. She steps between my legs while she cleans my chest.
I trail my fingers up her thighs, and desire boils in my blood. “Your skin is so soft.”
“Jami, I need to take care of you. Flirting with me will have to wait.”
I groan and glance down at what she’s doing. “You’re a great nurse. Maybe one of these days you could wear one of those costumes and do this.”
“We’ll see.” Her smile grows wicked. She keeps cleaning my wound and focuses on that for a moment. “What does Mateo have you creating?”
That’s not what I was hoping she was thinking about.
I guess my nurse fantasy will have to wait. “Way to change the subject.”
“I’m truly curious. We haven’t talked about it.” Her brows pinch together as she assesses the area she’s attending to.
“One branch of Mateo’s businesses is highly exclusive sex clubs. He wants me to create an app that’s nearly impossible to hack into and private as fuck so his clients can interact with other members who share their interests.”
“Why keep it so secure?”
“To diminish his customer’s concerns. If they trust their information is confidential and has maximum security protecting it, they can set up times and coordinate which club to meet at without worrying about someone finding out.”
She steps back with wide eyes. “Just how involved do you have to be with this project?”
“About as involved as I had to be with gambling. I need to know the parameters of what he wants and then build it out. ”
I reach out and wrap my hands around her thighs to guide her back to me. “Don’t worry. I don’t have to go to the clubs to do my job.”
She squeezes between my legs and places her arms around my neck. “Why are his customers worried about other people finding out?”
“Because Mateo’s clients are high profile people.”
“Like who?”
“Think of the top one percent, and that’s who has memberships at his clubs. They’re wealthy and powerful. Some are well-known, so it could destroy them if word got out that they were into something others might find disturbing.”
“So, this is another huge contract?”
“It is.”
“And before you got shot, you said you would stay here for me if I told you there was a chance for us.” She gazes into my eyes, seeming to have an agenda.
“I said that, and I would’ve.” My stomach clenches. “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to ask me to stay here?”
“It’s not that.” Worry grows across her face. “What if I can’t find a job there and I get reinstated here?”
That’s a loaded fucking question.
“Dori, I told you I’d fight for you and that you’re my priority. If you can’t find a job there and you get reinstated here, we’d have to have a serious discussion, but I’m not willing to lose you.”
“Are you saying you would stay here for me?”
I consider it for a moment. Every part of my body and soul instantly shut down.
I peer into her eyes. “Honestly, I hate it here. There aren’t many good memories, and I don’t want more obstacles. We still have to deal with Aiden and build trust with one another, so now that you can leave, I want to go. I want us to have a fresh start. ”
She nods and steps away. “Let me put this stuff away and help you into bed.”
I place my hand over the supplies. “That can wait for a minute. First, I need to know why you’re having doubts.”
She sits beside me. “What makes you think I’m having second thoughts?”
“We saw Jonah and Hunter tonight. You told me you’re sad that you’re no longer working with them. You know Hunter’s working to get your job back. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you’re thinking.”
She fiddles with the edge of her T-shirt. “I’m scared. My life is up in the air, and I don’t feel very stable right now. I know it’s wrong, but I feel like running away and hiding until I figure everything out.”
“What can I do to help make you feel better?” I take her chin in my hand and turn her to face me. “Talk to me.”
She hesitates for a moment. Her expectant gaze darts around my face. “I just need to know we have choices.”
And with those words, I can tell we’re going to have problems.