Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
MIA
J amison consumes my pleasure. His mouth muffles mine, and it makes it impossible for anyone else to hear. Each of his thrusts has a purpose, and it’s to remind me who I belong to. I wrap myself around him, wanting all of him.
It’s intense but not overwhelming. Not anymore. Somehow he takes that away from me. My feelings of doubt melt away as quickly as my orgasm envelops me.
“That’s right, angel, remember who you belong to and cum for me.” My body obeys his commands. This time, he puts his hand over my mouth to mask my cries of pleasure, then he moves his mouth to my ear. “Lock that cunt around me. Milk my release.”
The orgasm that surges through me goes directly into him. Like he demands, my sex locks around him, and I never want to let go. He grunts, thrusting all the way inside of me, and we cum together. His warm release is spilled into me, and there’s no better feeling.
“Good girl.” He rakes his teeth down my neck. “Don’t ever doubt me again.” When Jamison removes the hand covering my mouth, I apologize.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ll show me.” He steps back, and his cock slips from inside of me. “Taste what I gave you.” Without a thought, I drop to my knees in front of him. Before I can attempt to place him in my mouth, Jamison grabs me by the hair to assert his authority.
I’m his for the taking.
He guides his cock toward my mouth, and I part my lips without needing any prompts. The head of his cock pushes into me, and he grunts. “Trained so well already.” He continues to push into my mouth, and he doesn’t stop until he reaches the back of my throat. The only thing I can taste is our shared release, and I’m desperate for it.
Jamison keeps a tight hold on my hair while he takes what he wants. All I can do is swirl my tongue around his cock and lick every last drop.
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, and I smile inwardly as he cums in my mouth.
The feeling of getting him off so quickly right after he came inside of me is powerful. I drink down every drop of him until there’s nothing left. Once he’s spent, he drops to his knees with me and pulls me in for a kiss.
“You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” he says through kisses.
“I promise the feeling is mutual,” I reassure him.
“I miss you so damn much.” He pulls me into his lap, and I can’t help but think that my controlling and dominant man is turning into a marshmallow for me.
While I might have been unsure of all my overwhelming feelings that made me doubt him, I think he might have had a few of his own. The man he truly is only comes out through control and dominance. I suppose spending a giant part of your life here would do that to anyone. My defense mechanism is to push people away and run.
“I miss you too.” I rest my head on his shoulder and listen to the sound of his rapid heartbeat slowly coming back to normal. “This is so hard having to sneak around. I don’t like not being together.”
“I know.” His fingers slide up my back.
“Can we run away?” I blurt out.
His body stiffens, and I feel his hold on me tighten. “You’d do that?”
I lift my head because I need to stare into his eyes. When we first met, they were so cold, but now when they land on me, all I see is warmth.
“Yes. I know it sounds like a bad idea.”
“Then it’s perfect for this place.” He gives me a lopsided smile that makes him appear younger. This place is supposed to heal people, but all it’s done is take from him.
“We could be together.” I reach up and cup his face.
“What about your nursing degree?” Is he trying to talk me out of it?
“I went to college to help build a life for myself. Now I want a life with you.” That degree brought me to him. If it means getting to be with him forever, then I’d gladly give it all up.
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“That’s because you never ask me to do anything. You’re ordering me.” I say it with a smile. He leans forward, brushing a soft kiss on my lips.
“It wouldn't be easy to run. Not with my father out there.”
“This is about the room downstairs?” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, but Jamison tugs on my chin, forcing me to release it.
“I’m the only one that gets to bite you.” His whole body goes solid for a second, and he's lifting me up. “Get dressed.”
I quickly throw my clothes back on while my heart beats faster. What happens if someone walks in on us? I’ll get banned from here.
“Smack me,” Jamison orders right before his mouth crashes down onto mine.
I hear the door open and then someone gasp so I push Jamison back and strike the side of his face exactly like he told me to.
“Jamison!” Olivia hisses at him.
“It’s fine, really.” I’m quick to defend him because I can’t help myself.
“What has gotten into you?” Olivia scolds him.
“I’m kinda in love with her.” He shrugs a shoulder and gives a sheepish expression that I almost buy. I watch as Olivia actually softens. “Sorry?”
“Did you just apologize?” Olivia's brows lift almost to her hairline.
"Really, it’s fine,” I say, trying my best to play it off like it was nothing. I don’t want Jamison to get into trouble.
“I should write this up,” Olivia says, but she looks between us once more. “But I’ll let it slide. Dr. Crane is in a terrible mood already.” Relief floods me as she holds the door open for him. “Get back to your room, Jamison.”
To my surprise, he actually does as he’s told, but not before glancing back to wink at me.
“Are you sure you’re okay? If you want to write him up?—”
“I don’t,” I say, cutting Olivia off.
“Okay.” Olivia seems relieved, too. “He’s been here so long. You’re probably his first kiss.”
“I think he means well.” That’s a lie. Jamison means to do very bad things to me. All of which I want. “I should get back to work.” I grab a stack of linens, which is what I came in here for to begin with.
It’s not until I’m alone that it hits me. Did Jamison say he loved me?
God knows I sure as hell love him. Now I just have to figure out how we can be together. But something tells me Jamison has a plan. He’s always one step ahead.