30. Jameson #2
“I saw all I needed to see.” I wink at her, my body growing hard remembering just how her perfect, naked body looked. “I saw the bathroom counter, the jacuzzi tub, the shower, the bed, the floor, and the chair with the view of the skyline.”
“Jameson!” She laughs, reaching over to pinch my shoulder. I don’t miss the way her thighs press together or her cheeks blush.
“I’m just saying, I have lots of good memories of Chicago. This is probably the best trip I’ve ever had here,” I tell her, as we finally pull onto the main city streets.
Sam hums next to me, her eyes taking in the lights and buildings. “What would make it the best trip you’ve ever had here?”
My eyes move from the road to her and back again. “Taking you to see my favorite spot.”
I drive us to the outskirts of town and through an older neighborhood. We get to a grassy embankment next to a park and I pull over to park. Street lamps light up the park in a yellow glow. I park in the shadows, to help make our view perfect.
“This is your spot?” Sam asks, her brow raised, and I can see her confusion.
“Trust me,” I tell her, before getting out and rounding to her side to help her out of the car.
With her hand in mine, I lead her around the outside of the park and down a hill to another path.
“My first time in Chicago was right after you said you wanted to go to school in Michigan. Up to that point, I had done Vegas and few other random races for Romeo, but Chicago was with the bigger fish. I came here after that race.”
“Jameson—”
“I’m not telling you this to make you sad, Sammy.” I bring her out to the clearing. The area is surrounded by trees, but the sky is open and the stars are shining visibly. “I came here and thought to myself, how am I going to make her fall in love with me again.”
“I never stopped loving you, Kane,” Sam says, her voice filled with emotion.
“I’m counting on that, Pretty Girl. Because I sat here in this very spot and all I could think about was what my end game looked like.” I turn to Sam, my hands finding her waist and gripping her tightly.
“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you.
You’ve given me the most precious gifts, our little girl and your heart.
I know I messed up along the way, but we’re meant to be together.
I mean it when I say I will make all your dreams come true and I will love you until the day I die.
” Slowly, I slide to one knee, and pull the ring from my pocket. “Marry me, Sam.”
Tears slide down her cheeks and my girl chokes on a tiny sob. “Jameson.” Her arms wind around my neck and she bends to wrap herself around me. Standing with her in my arms, my hands grip onto her as she whispers, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” against my lips over and over again.
I walk us back to my car, never letting her out of my hold. When we get to my car, her hands are under my shirt, her nails scouring my skin. Setting her on the nearest surface, my hands thread through her hair, kissing her deeper, harder, feeling her taste explode on my tongue.
“This is going to be quick, Sammy. We’re in a park and I have to get you to our celebration party.”
She gasps, her eyes widening. “Did they know about this?”
“They all knew I was asking, but now you can show them you said yes.” I kiss her again, and her body melts into mine.
My hands grip the hood of my car at her sides, and my head falls forward. Dropping my mouth to her neck, I mutter, “I need to be inside of you.”
Her body shivers, and I lick up her neck, kissing under her jaw to her lips. Her hands slide around my neck and into my hair. Gripping the top of her shirt, I pull it down, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.
“I’ve been dying to be inside of you all night. I had to get you away from our friends first, just so I could give you my ring and have our own private celebration.”
“Your win was a big deal. They care about you.” She moans and lifts her ass up when my hands impatiently reach for the waistband of her jeans, tugging them down to her ankles.
“I know,” I agree, my eyes taking in every inch of bare skin as I continue unwrapping her like my greatest gift. “But they knew I had plans and we could have hugged it out after.”
Sam laughs at my complaining and kisses my lips. “We’re here now. Stop talking and make me come, Kane.”
“Mmm my fiancée is smart, beautiful, and sassy.” I growl, my hand fisting in her hair and kissing her hard. Without letting her up for air, my hand roams between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me.
“Jameson,” Sam whimpers while riding my fingers and the sound about undoes me. “I need you inside of me.” Her hand fumbles between us, and I feel her urgency as great as my own.
“I got you, baby.” Removing my fingers, I lick them clean and unbuckle my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs before moving back between her legs.
Using my hand, I move the tip of my cock through her folds, gathering her sweetness and drenching myself in it.
Sam lifts her hips, and I sink slowly inside her.
My heart pounds in my chest and our eyes meet.
Years ago, I came here, broken and contemplating my next steps to make her mine.
Tonight, she agreed to tie herself to me forever.
Sam Campbell is officially going to be mine.
I thrust into her and watch her perfect tits bounce in my face.
“Harder,” she begs, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. I lean forward and bite that lip as well. Her eyes become hooded, the crystal blue turning as dark as the night sky. “Please, I need you.”
Leaning back, my hands grip her waist, anchoring her in place.
Her hands grip my hair, my shoulders, anywhere she can hold on.
Her legs lift and wrap tightly around my waist and I thrust hard into her over and over.
Her back arches, pressing her nipples into my chest. I lean back, taking in the sight.
There is nothing better than watching the blush on her skin spreading across her chest and up her neck, or the way her skin smacks against mine where we’re joined.
I can’t get enough of seeing the way her pussy drips for me right onto the hood of my car, painting it with her release.
“Fuck.” I growl, picking up the pace, seeing that she’s getting close.
Her nails dig into my arms and my skull, as her pussy grips me tight, her inner muscles squeezing the life out of my cock. I can feel her tremble around me, taking me with her through her orgasm.
“Yesss,” she screams, her pretty eyes meeting mine.
“Mine. You’re mine, Sam.” I grunt, burying myself deep inside her, my own release coming in waves.
“You’re my home, Jameson. My protector, my greatest love. I love you so much,” she whispers into my ear.
My hands cradle her face, and I stare deep into her eyes, looking at her. I will never lose her again. “I love you, too.”