Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
JAMISON
Dori’s voice rises in panic. “No, Hunter. I don’t need anyone to help me. I’m fine. I just need to rest.”
I stand in the kitchen, waiting for her to end her call with him. He’s out of town, so her comment makes me believe he’s sending someone over to help her.
“Um…okay.” She glances at me, placing her hand over the receiver. “Hurry. He’s coming here.”
My face bunches up. “Now?”
She nods and clears her throat. “I asked how soon you’d be here.”
There’s a pause. “Ten minutes. Um…okay. I’ll see you then. Bye.”
By the panic in her eyes, I know he’s back in town. “Before you say anything, I’m the one who should be with you right now.”
She jumps off the couch. “Please don’t start with this, Jami. I can’t handle a fight between you and Hunter on top of everything else.”
“Call him back and tell him you don’t want him to come over because you’re going to bed.” I relax my stance, trying to show her I’m not trying to be confrontational. “He doesn’t know you’re still at risk of something going wrong. He won’t know what to watch out for.”
She freezes, and agony rips through her eyes. “Maybe that’s for the best.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I won’t have him staring at me like you are. It means I can…deal with this without you here. I know what to watch out for. I don’t need you hovering over me to remind me of everything I’m losing.”
What she’s losing?
No.
What we’re losing.
I round the island and advance until I’m a foot in front of her. “It’s not his baby.”
Her eyes swell and streams of tears slide down her cheeks. “It’s not ours either.”
Searing pain punctures my heart. The realization that we don’t get our child in the end knocks the wind from my lungs.
I gasp for air, spinning around as I do. I place my hands on my hips as my gaze bounces along the floor, working hard to breathe. “But it is.”
“What?”
“It is our baby.”
“Stop, Jami. Saying that only makes this a thousand times worse.”
Loss after loss stack in my chest, making it difficult to get a decent amount of oxygen to my lungs. I stay standing, facing away from her.
Am I just supposed to forget about this and act like it’s not killing me inside?
What does Dori need from me right now?
What do we need right now?
She brushes by me and grabs my jacket off the coat rack. “Hunter will be here soon. It’s time for you to go. You can’t be here when he arrives. ”
My eyes meet her hardened gaze. “I don’t want to leave. You need me.”
“What I need is to focus on getting better. I need you gone so Hunter and you don’t have a knock-down drag-out fight tonight. I need you to go to your place and make sure my brother doesn’t find out about any of this. Anything else doesn’t matter. Can’t you see that?”
A wave of grief sucks me under. I glance back at the grocery bags I placed on her coffee table after I went to the store for her. All the feminine products she’ll need to get through this are in those bags. My rib cage tightens and I have to look away.
There’s nothing I can do. I can’t change the outcome. It doesn’t matter if I stay here or not. She will miscarry our child. It might not happen tonight, but it will soon enough. My losses keep adding up and my soul can’t take anymore.
I face Dori and shake my head. I can’t find the right words to make her feel better.
“Please, Jami. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
With that, I know she won’t let me console her. I’m making it worse by trying to force the issue. And she’s right. She doesn’t need Hunter and me going to war tonight, nor Aiden finding out about us.
On autopilot, I stride over to her and take my jacket from her hands. Numb and detaching myself from the reality of the situation, I nod.
“You’ll call me if you need anything?”
“I’m aware of how this goes. If something happens that I can’t handle, I’ll let you know.” She wipes the remaining tears from her cheeks.
I step to her to give her a hug goodbye, but she holds her hand out, stopping me.
“Just go. I can’t…”
She’s going through this turmoil because of me. Rationally, I know I’m not responsible for the ectopic pregnancy, but I can’t help feeling if I had waited to be with her when we had protection, then she wouldn’t be living through another terrible loss of a child.
I turn, open the door, and peek back over my shoulder. “Dori, know this. I don’t want this for you. I never meant to hurt you this way.”
She sucks in a breath, holding back another wave of sadness. “I know.”
By the darkness shrouding her green eyes, I’m not sure she believes it. I hang my head and leave, praying I don’t die from heartache on my drive back home.
I get back to my place, void of any emotion. I kick off my shoes and toss my jacket on a bench near the coat closet.
Why do I keep losing the things I love the most?
I’m starting to believe I’m meant to live my life alone, with no wife or kids of my own. Maybe because I was spoiled and loved by my mom and dad more than anything else they had, I’m not deserving of having a family of my own. One I can take care of and love like my parents loved me.
That can’t be the case. I can’t allow myself to believe that. Otherwise, that means I’m giving up on Dori. And I’ll never give up on her.
I check for signs of Aiden, but figure he won’t be back anytime soon. It works out well for me. I can hide in my bedroom and try to figure out how to be there for Dori when she’s receptive to letting me.
It’s freezing out, so I run a hot shower and let the cascades of water wash my agony away. My thoughts swirl with images of Dori and how I can help her through this.
We spent an unbelievable night of passion together, and out of that; we created a baby. I latch on to that night to escape the misery of the day.
I need to feel something good, something warm and comforting that will help me forget my pain and let go of all my worries. It may be selfish and inappropriate as hell considering what Dori’s going through, but fuck it. No one will ever know.
I need a release from all my losses, so I dive into my memory. A perfect vision of Dori that night comes to mind as I stroke my cock up and down.
She’s got her shoulders pinned to the bed, her ass up, and I’m pressing on her inviable boundaries so I don’t hurt her from this angle. The moonlight beams through the window and shines directly on her face.
She’s gorgeous, bowed over and taking my commands like a seasoned pro. She makes me so fucking proud.
I could come right now, but I slow my thrusts. She’s going to come a few more times before I lose all control and burst inside her. She can count on that.
As for me, I’ve already decided I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of her when I come, she’ll feel every last inch of me. Something about it brings a primal urge in me.
“See what you do to me, temptress? You drive me out of my mind.”
“You do the same to me.” Her eyes squeeze shut, but she quickly opens them, almost like she remembered I demanded she watch. “You feel so good, Jami.”
“Fuck, you feel better than any words could describe.” I glide in and out, even slower than before.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I stop moving altogether. If I don’t, this will be over before it even starts.
I arch over her back, bring my fingers to her swollen bud, and gently circle my fingertips over it. “Is the pressure okay?”
“Yes. It’s…” She gasps when I try something different. “Oh my god, Jami. Just like that.”
I smile, learning something new about her. I have my thumb pressing on the upper part of her clit near the bone while my fingers work over the top of it, sliding between two fingers tightly.
She likes heavy stimulation. Nice.
Some women like a feathery touch. It’s good and all, but knowing Dori can handle it more roughly is damn alluring. It gives me more options.
I alternate from this way to the way I first started massaging her. She squeezes my dick harder with the pulsing waves of her walls. I’m barely moving in and out, trying to hold it together.
This woman undoes me.
“Dori, can you come like this?”
She pushes back, picking up the rhythm. “Yes. Just like that. Don’t change anything.”
I take note. She likes a variety of sensations all at once.
She does this little twist of her hips and my cum almost spurts out without warning.
Fuck.
No woman has ever made me almost lose control like that. I pull out so I don’t come, but I continue stimulating her, hoping she won’t lose her building orgasm.
She whimpers. “Why did you stop?”
“Ah, you have a greedy little pussy, don’t you?” I release a wicked laugh, hiding my near miss. “I’m edging you, temptress. Like when I was eating your delicious cunt, I’m letting all that energy in you build up so you see stars when you come again.”
“Oh, okay. This still feels nice.” She presses into my fingers.
“Good girl. Use my hand any way you want.”
It may sound like I’m giving her some control, but the truth is I can’t move for fear I’ll go off the cliff before she does. I need a minute or two to reel it in.
She shifts, looking back at me. “Can I show you something with my hand?”
“I’d like that more than you know. ”
She reaches between her legs and guides my hand so my fingers move from the base of her clit where my thumb is, running them over her bud and through her folds, dipping them into her when we get to her opening. She’s so fucking wet.
She moves her hand away. “Keep doing it like that.”
“You’re soaking. You feel like you’re about to come.”
“I am,” she breathes.
I do as she taught me a few times. Her juices are coating my fingers, so I slide over her and into her with ease. My cock is envious as fuck.
“I need to be inside of you.” I pull back and flip her over.
She grunts like she’s about to protest, but must think better of it when I spread her legs and dive my dick into her like I’m on the Olympic gymnastics team and choreographed the entire move.
She grabs my ass and pulls me into her deeper. “Where did you learn to be such an amazing lover? Everything you do to me feels better than before.”
I still myself and peer into her eyes, trying to convey my love for her. “Don’t you get it?”
“No. Do I do something that I wasn’t supposed to?”
“No. I was talking about the sex. Don’t you see that it’s this good because this is what’s always been meant to be?”
Her eyes round. “Oh, yeah. I get it now.”
I’m about to tell her I love her. It’s right there on my lips. She reaches behind my head and crashes her mouth to mine.
Maybe telling her can wait. She might not be ready to hear those words just yet. I let myself sink into our kiss and show her how I feel instead.
I roll my hips in a circle, causing her to moan into my mouth. She rocks back and forth to increase the friction. She wants to come again, so this time I make it count.
I pull out and thrust back into her in a slow, nurturing way. She moves with more force, telling me to go faster. I rut into her and follow her pace.
With a sigh, her head falls back onto the slightly rumpled mattress, breaking the kiss and leaving a soft silence in its wake. Her lips part and her eyes close.
She jerks her hips up against me right as I bury myself in her. She’s getting tighter than she already is. She’s close.
I want to get her more pleasure than she’s ever had. “Tell me if you need anything else.”
“Just like that. Please, don’t stop.”
I continue precisely how she wants while staring down at her in all her raw beauty. My heart bursts with love as she quakes and spams beneath me.
“Jami…” She moans and shatters into pieces.
I beam with pride. I beam with love.
She’s my girl, my woman, my sweet temptress. She always has been. I know at this moment I’ll never love anyone else but her.
I brace myself with one hand pressed against the mosaic tile shower wall as I pump my cock harder. Two more strokes and I shoot my threads of cum over and over, mixing with the water from the showerhead.
I come almost as hard as I did that night. My legs shake as my muscles twitch and contract. I glide my palm over my shaft one last time as I bring myself back into reality.
I relax under the showerhead, allowing the water to splash over my head and run down my body while trying to come up with a way to let Dori know I’m ready to take on all our obstacles.
Aiden can’t stop me anymore. Lauren sure as shit can’t stop me. I just have to make sure Dori doesn’t come face to face with her or else there’s no saying what Lauren will do. But I won’t let Dori get hurt. That much I know for sure.
And Hunter… Well, he still has me by the balls, but if she’s ready to move forward once I tell her how I feel, I’ll risk it all for her.
I finish washing up and trim my beard, which is almost too close to my face. Oh well. I just won’t shave for a couple of days .
I get into some sweatpants and a T-shirt. Aiden won’t be back for a while, but I’m going to stay up and wait for him. I want to get a feel for him.
I make myself a drink while coming up with different ways to approach this subject with Aiden. There’s no easy way to break it to him, so maybe I should just tell him I’m in love with her.
I get cozy on my couch and watch a documentary about the drugs that come into the United States through Miami. I’m fascinated by it. Not only do these smugglers get their goods into our country, but they’ll kill anyone who gets in the way.
That only brings my thoughts back to how Aiden will handle me once I tell him everything. I pick up my phone to make sure Dori hasn’t texted me to tell me she needs my help.
Bullshit.
It’s more like I’m checking to see if she’s changed her mind and wants me to come over and hold her. I know that with a warm and comforting touch, just telling her everything is going to be okay could help soothe her.
If Aiden could get on board and see Dori and I are good together, then maybe Dori won’t have any issues taking our relationship to the next level. It’s not likely, but I’ll never know unless I try. I just hope he doesn’t kill me first.
A while later, the front door pops open and Aiden steps in. Well, I guess it’s time I find out.