17. Sam
sam
. . .
My first alarm blares on my phone from the coffee table across from my couch. Jameson’s arm strikes out and turns it off before turning back to me. “Seriously?”
I shrug from where I’m lying underneath him. “We only have one hour. I wanted a warning when the first half was over.”
Instead of being irritated, he laughs and his body bows back over mine. “Smartest woman ever,” he says while running his teeth over the column of my neck. Shivers break out over my skin and my hands grip the bare skin of his sides. “Now where were we?”
“I think you were just about to break your resolve and let me take my shirt off,” I answer saucily, my brow raised at him.
Jameson runs his tongue over his bottom lip and he looks nervous. “Sam, if I see more of your skin, I’m going to want to take my time exploring it, and you’ll never get off this couch. We only have an hour until we need to grab Dylan and you have to head to the arena.”
He tries to reason with me, but I’m past the point of caring right now.
It's been a week since our talk at his apartment. A week of heated kisses, over the clothing groping and promises of more. Twice now I’ve used my shower head to get some relief, but it's not the same. My body is waking up. It remembers what Jameson can do to it. My heart is reaching for him more and more every day. My head is starting to question why he won’t touch me.
Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him slowly. His hands rub up and down arms, but he doesn’t lose control. “What about my needs, Jameson? What if this is what I want?”
He groans and his head hits my shoulder.
“Sam, I’ve been dreaming of having you again since the last time.
It's been almost three years. As much as I want you, I don’t want our first time again to be on a couch while we have an alarm clock counting down the time until we have to pick up our daughter. I want to make it special.”
I sigh and my arms fall to my sides. I hate how much sense he makes. I hate that my heart beats like crazy for him and I get all emotional because I want it to be special too. “I hate when you’re right.”
He smirks and leans down, this time his hand slides up my side and under my shirt. “I’m not making love to you right now, but I can take the edge off.”
Finally, he pulls my shirt off over my head, and I groan when our bare skin touches.
Sparks ignite between us and I pull him closer.
Jameson’s mouth covers mine and his hips grind into my core.
I spread my legs wider to accommodate where he’s lying between my thighs.
We kiss and his hands slide up, cupping my breasts with his hands.
“Fucking perfect everywhere,” he says against my flesh and I roll my hips into his, seeking out the hard edge of where his cock is straining against his zipper. I whimper at the contact when it rubs against my clit. Jameson chuckles and trails his fingers down my belly. “Sensitive, Pretty Girl?”
I nod, shifting my lower body, trying to nudge his hand exactly where I want it. Sensing my plea for more, Jameson slips his hand under the waistband of my leggings. His fingers make contact with my bare pussy, and he moans when he feels how wet I am for him.
“You’re fucking soaked, Sam.” He swirls his fingers inside my entrance, scooping up my juices and bringing it up to my clit, making it slippery until it's throbbing against his thumb. “My pretty baby. This is all for me. Always has been, hasn’t it, Sam?”
I nod my head frantically, struggling to keep kissing him when I feel one finger slip inside me followed by another.
Jameson strokes his fingers in and out, fingering me senseless while his thumb continues to press against my clit.
My body shakes in his hold, my release building with every thrust. I’m on the edge, painfully fast, and my skin flushes with the knowledge of it.
It's been years. Sure, I’ve used my hand and a toy every once in a while, but with a brand-new baby and then a toddler, there hasn’t really been enough time to really enjoy an orgasm.
“Get out of your head, Sam. Let me take care of you.” He grasps my chin with his free hand and angles my head down. “Watch your greedy pussy suck my fingers in deep. Look at how magnificent this body is, ready to give me what I want. Watch what I’m doing, Sammy, and come for me.”
I shake my head, not wanting it to be over yet. I've dreamed of this, needing him so much over the past few years. My heart thuds in my chest and my body coils tight. I’m on the edge and I can't let go. “Jameson, I can’t. You have to slow down.”
He shifts on his elbow and drives his fingers deeper.
My back arches, putting my bare nipple right in front of him, and Jameson takes advantage, his lips and teeth closing around the tight bud, biting gently and sucking hard.
My vision blurs, and my hands dive into his hair, holding his head close while I ride his hand, coming undone on his fingers and screaming his name over and over.
We’re both breathing hard as I come down from my orgasm.
Jameson kisses me gently before pulling his fingers out.
I watch with wide eyes as he sucks them between his lips.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. That was amazing, Sam.
You’re amazing, beautiful. I came just from feeling your pussy grip my fingers in a choke hold. ”
I giggle, unable to help it. That information makes me feel powerful and as beautiful as he said I was. My fingers comb through his hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp. “I should be telling you the same thing. You’re amazing.”
His eyes darken and run over my still half-naked body before glancing at my phone with what can only be annoyance. “I don’t want to get up.”
“But we have to go get our girl. She’ll be so excited to have lunch with us. She’s been looking forward to the game all week.”
Jameson’s head tips back and he sighs loudly, before using his fists on the cushions to push himself off of me. He gets to his feet and rearranges his dick. There is a wet spot on the front and he frowns down at it.
“If we go now, we have time to stop so you can grab some new pants,” I tell him.
“Probably smart,” he replies. Jameson helps me to my feet and hands me my sports bra and shirt. I quickly cover back up and swipe my phone off the table.
Once I’m ready, he grabs my hockey bag and stick, carrying it out of the apartment for me. At my Jeep, he helps me load it up before tucking me inside. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. “Go pick up our girl. I’ll go change and meet you at the restaurant."
Stifling a laugh at the uncomfortable look on his face, I agree to his plan and drive off.
Dylan is excited when I pick her up, and she’s even more animated once I tell her we’re meeting Jameson for lunch before my game.
When we get to the diner, we get a table that has become our usual spot.
Jameson walks in a few minutes after us, no longer wearing jeans but wearing black joggers instead.
They both order meals and I get a quick bowl of soup and half a sandwich.
Once I’m done, I kiss Dylan goodbye, and when I round the table to hug Jameson, I’m caught off guard when he reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt and pulls me onto his lap.
His hand slides into my hair and he presses his lips to mine.
This kiss is quick but filled with feelings and a hint of possession.
When I pull back his eyes have darkened to nearly black and Dylan is giggling in her seat.
“Kick ass out there, Pretty Girl.”
My chin drops and I hide the gigantic smile on my lips. Leaning in, I peck his lips one more time before hopping off his lap. “You two be good. I’ll see you later.” I point my finger between them and blow a kiss to my girl before leaving.
I drive to the arena and get ready to get my head in the game for today.
This is our last game before the end of the semester and fall break.
Afterward, Dylan and I are heading to my aunt’s home, just a few hours away in Indiana for Thanksgiving tomorrow.
A tradition we do every year, one that my mom has always been a stickler about us being present for.
I haven’t talked to my mom since our disastrous phone call, but Allie let me know both she and Mom will be there as well.
With the last day of classes being yesterday and all my exams and projects done, I finally feel like I can breathe again.
Isla and Riley are already in the locker room getting ready when I get there. A few minutes later, Emma also walks in, looking flustered. I can only guess why she’s later than the rest of us. Looks like things are going well between her and the quarterback.
“Are you heading home tomorrow?” I ask Riley. She shakes her head no.
“With Reign’s schedule, we’re better off just staying here. I’m going to make us a small turkey and some fixings. We’ll make it our own tradition this year.”
“How about you, Isla?” I turn to my other friend, who's tucking her long, white blonde hair into a ponytail.
“Ah, so my brothers are in town. I’m meeting up with them and then we may fly out to see my aunt and uncle the day after.”
My brow rises. “Fly out where?”
She looks sheepish and her gaze drops to the floor. “I can’t really say. Just think of it as being part of the reason why I can do some of the things I can do.”
“So secret spy-shit,” Emma jokes and knocks her hip into Isla’s.
Isla blushes harder and shakes her head. “I promise, we’re not spies.” The seriousness in her tone makes us all double over with laughter.
“Well, my family is all coming here. And then we’re spending a day with Hawke’s brother and mom. Then he has to leave early because they have a major game,” Emma tells us, her eyes shining with excitement and love.