20. Jameson
jameson
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I’m not ready to let her out of my sight.
I hate it every morning when she gets out of my bed.
I can’t stand the amount of distance between us when I’m at work and she’s in class.
How the hell am I going to survive being in Las Vegas for twenty-four hours when I can’t go more than two hours without feeling homicidal from not being with her.
After Sam’s birthday, we became inseparable.
Telling her I love her and having her say it back shattered the last few doubts and fears she’d been holding onto.
The month since that night has been life changing.
After making love all night and then that next morning, we met Johnny and Dylan for breakfast before grabbing some things at Sam’s apartment then spending the rest of the day at mine.
And they never left. Sam has brought up staying at her place, but I shoot it down quickly, usually distracting her in other ways.
Dylan has adjusted just like I knew she would.
As long as she has both of us around, she doesn’t care where we’re at.
This is what I’ve always wanted, the end goal.
Every day I try to make Sam as comfortable as possible so that she never wants to leave.
I’m thankful that she is giving me a second chance and that we’re working on building forever.
But it also makes me panic slightly knowing I have to leave her soon, and I can’t tell her the truth about where I’m going without her asking more questions.
Romeo wasn’t just in town that night we ran into him at the club.
He was there to check out a new supplier for car parts and wanted to set it up through my shop to order them before the next event.
The biggest race of the year is next week in Las Vegas and winning could mean finally paying off the rest of Sam's college tuition for her final year.
I have to go, yet the idea of leaving both my girls guts me. I fucking hate it.
I need to have my hands on Sam. Dylan is down for the night and I know Sam snuck off to the bathroom to shower after practice while I read bedtime stories.
I hurry in and hop in the shower with Sam, where she’s waiting for me.
My eyes roam her body, taking in her curves, her toned legs and calves.
My fingers gently trail over the very fine lines of the marks left behind from her pregnancy.
Proof that she carried my baby in this delicious body.
“You’re staring.” She smiles shyly and pokes me with her elbow.
My hand moves to the spot on my rib while I continue checking her out. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of this body is sexy, strong, and mine,” I tell her, my hands gliding over her back, pulling her body closer to mine.
I start to wash her hair, gently scrubbing in shampoo then rinsing out her conditioner until the strands are silky.
Her hands run up my chest before I can grab her body wash, and she winds her arms around my neck.
She rubs her body against mine and I’m instantly hard.
Sam’s lips move over my chest to my neck, where she sucks lightly in her favorite spot, and I groan from the contact.
My cock pushes into her lower stomach and her small hand clasps around it.
“Oh, fuck.”
Sam giggles and strokes me with her hand again, from tip to shaft.
My knees start to weaken, but I’m determined to be inside her.
Catching her mouth with mine, my hands grip her hips and pull her up my body before backing her against the tiled wall.
Her tongue dances with mine, our lips moving in sync.
I can feel how slick and hot her pussy is each time she grinds down on my pelvis.
“I need to get you to the bedroom, Sam. I need inside you.” I gasp against her lips. Her blue eyes are dazed, her lips puffy and red. Her hands thread through my hair, and she lifts herself higher up my body, kissing me hard.
“I want you now. Here.” She moans, her hips rotating around the head of my cock. It feels like the most torturous game of just the tip every time her tight heat covers it and I have to slam my eyes shut.
“Condom, babe.” I shake my head. “We need to get to the bedroom. I don’t have one in here.”
Her eyes widen, and she nips my bottom lip. “We didn’t before. I have an IUD now. You’re the only person I’ve ever been with, so I’m covered there as well.”
My eyes search hers, looking for any chance that she’s unsure, because fuck do I want to take her bare.
I shouldn’t. I know what happened last time.
I swore I would never do it again. I was religious about wearing a condom, always keeping Sam extra protected.
Keeping her dreams safe. The one night we went without one resulted in her being pregnant.
So as much as my body is screaming at me to thrust in her deep, and make her mine, I know the true significance of the moment as well.
She’s trusting me. Just like she did back then.
I kiss her, filing my mouth with her taste before lowering her onto me, filling her completely in one stroke.
She gasps into my mouth and I almost black out from how good it feels.
Her pussy squeezes me from the inside, begging me to move.
Slowly, I thrust up into her over and over.
My hands tilt her hips to find that perfect angle.
“Jameson!” When she calls my name, her voice hoarse, I know I found it. “You feel so fucking good, please don’t stop.”
My chest tightens with need. Leaning back, I hold off my release and watch where our bodies are joined. “You’re so tight from this angle, Sam. You drive me crazy. I need you to let go. Come for me.”
I start thrusting faster, slipping my hand between us, my thumb stroking her clit. Her breath hitches and her pussy spasms, letting me know she’s close. “Get there, Pretty Girl. I want to feel you come all over me. Drench my cock with your sweet pussy.”
“Oh, God.” Her head falls back, her arms gripping tightly around my neck.
One of her hands tugs my hair, and I love the bite of pain at her fingertips.
Her legs cling around my hips while she meets me thrust for thrust, falling up and down my cock until she explodes, her pussy clamping down on my length.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she screams my name into my neck to muffle the sound.
Knowing I can now let go, my body curves around hers, thrusting once, twice, three times before I’m coming inside of her so hard my vision blurs and I swear I see stars.
We stay wrapped in each other for a few minutes, catching our breath.
The water is starting to turn cold, and I set her down, so she can clean up.
I quickly shower off and turn the handle all the way to the red side, giving her the rest of the hot water and hop out.
I wrap a towel around my waist, and when she’s done, I hand her a towel as well.
After drying off, I leave the bathroom to grab a pair of briefs and bring her my t-shirt to wear to bed. Her brow rises when I hand it to her.
“No underwear?”
I smirk. “Sammy, you haven’t worn anything to bed since you first spent the night.”
Her cheeks blush pink, but she takes the shirt and puts it over her head. I watch as she brushes her hair and dries it before sliding into bed with me. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her back to my chest.
“Do you still have your girls’ weekend next week with your aunt and sister?”
Sam nods, her fingers rubbing over my arm. “Yes. It's a small belated Christmas celebration. Since my mom wouldn’t commit, it's just going to be us and Dylan.”
I know it hurts her that her mom still won’t accept us. When Sam came back on Thanksgiving, her mom took it as an insult and hasn’t talked to her daughter since. Allie hasn’t been allowed to visit either, which I know hurts Sam the most. My arm tightens around her and I kiss the side of her head.
“She’ll come around, babe. I’m glad you get to see your aunt and sister at least.”
“Me too,” Sam agrees and snuggles further into my grasp. “What are you going to do while both your girls are away?”
I frown, hating the reminder. Sam giggles at my reaction, her hand cupping my jaw. “Since you’ll be gone, I decided to visit Luca in Vegas. He has a break in his schedule finally next week.”
Sam tenses in my hold. I run my hand down her back, and she relaxes again but only slightly. “I haven’t reached out to him. I’m such a chicken, but I’m scared.”
“Pretty Girl, I promise you, he will be receptive to anything you throw him. A text. A call. A fucking carrier pigeon, and he will be thrilled.” I hug her to me, wishing I could fix this for her.
Sam has to make the first step. Both Luca and Braysen have been waiting for her to make a move.
They care about her and losing our friendship has been hard on all of us.
“I will,” she says, tipping her head back to meet my gaze. “I’ll probably even do it before next weekend.”
“He’d like that,” I tell her, my lips tipping up in a smile. “You’re fucking incredible, Sammy.”
“I love you, Jameson.” Her voice grows lighter.
“I love you too.”
My arms tighten around her, holding on, willing time to move slowly until next weekend.
I’ll make the trip, win the race, then hurry back to my girls.
I hate that I have to be gone, but I want the cash.
I’ve become greedy when it comes to taking care of Sam and Dylan.
Providing for them comes as naturally as my heart beating.
“Sam,” I whisper, and she grunts in response. I smile against her shoulder. “What is your dream? Anything you could want. Is it the PWHL?”
“Umm.” She sighs and shifts in my hold. I roll onto my back and her head comes to lay on my chest with her arm across my waist. The whole time her eyes remain closed.
She's already half asleep. “Yeah,” she finally mumbles.
My heart races under her head. “It's my goal, but, being with you, Dylan… the future. That's my dream.”
We fall asleep this way, her body spread over mine. I hold her all night, thanking the universe that we made it back here and planning all the ways I can make sure it's permanent this time.