Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Sophie
I drove slowly down the street, scanning numbers on the houses, looking for Jamie’s address. His description played over in my mind—two-story house, white siding on top, brick on bottom, driveway to the right.
Finally, I spotted it, along with his truck parked out front. I turned into the driveway as he’d instructed and Jamie was out of the house and walking toward me before I put the car in park. He opened my door, looking effortlessly handsome in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt.
I stepped out of the car and he gave me a quick kiss then pulled me into a warm hug.
“I’m glad you made it okay,” he said as he pulled back to look me in the eye.
A smile lit up his face, and I couldn’t help but grin back.
“The ride was pretty uneventful. No traffic or construction, thankfully.”
He nodded, then gestured toward my SUV.
“Is your suitcase in the back?”
“It’s on the front seat.”
I followed as he walked to the other side of the car, opened the passenger door, and retrieved my bag.
“This is all you have?”
“That’s it.”
“Okay then. Let’s head inside.”
Resting his hand against my lower back, he led me toward the front door. After opening it, he stepped back for me to enter ahead of him.
I stepped over the threshold and looked at the open concept interior and bright cheery rooms.
“Jamie, your house is amazing.”
“You’ve barely seen it,” he said with a chuckle.
“But what I can see is spectacular.”
“I’ll give you a quick tour and you can make a full determination.”
He led me through the spacious living and dining rooms and I took in the gleaming wood floors, neutral colors, and cozy charm.
“Is that a Viking?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen.
“It is.”
“Do you cook?”
“Nothing that does that stove justice,” he said. “But my initial plan was to flip this house and I got a good deal on the Viking at an auction. High-end appliances definitely help sell a house faster in this neighborhood.”
“That makes sense.”
I followed him out of the kitchen, admiring his ass as we climbed the stairs. Why do gray sweatpants make men look like total snacks? If I wear them, I look like a vagrant.
There were two bedrooms at the top of the stairs, one on the left and the other on the right. We passed a bathroom and an office on the way to his room at the end of the hall.
“This was originally two bedrooms, but I combined them to make a master suite,” he said as he set my bag down on the oversized chair in the corner.
Soft, natural light from the large windows cast a gentle glow across the room. The whole house has a sense of calm and order. I suppose it’s a reflection of the man himself. There’s no clutter or chaos, just clean lines and muted colors.
I got serious closet envy when I checked out his walk-in with the built-in drawers and shelves. His bathroom is similar to mine, with a large soaking tub, custom shower, and two-sink vanity. Sadly, Rob and I finished updating it about a year before separating.
Shaking my head, I knocked that last thought from my mind. I turned to Jamie, smiling.
“Your room is beautiful. The whole house is,” I said, feeling surprisingly comfortable in such a tidy space. “Did you decorate it yourself?”
“For the most part. Once I decided not to flip it, Elliott insisted on adding some things. He told me I couldn’t live in a house that looked staged.” He pointed to the navy and silver abstract artwork hanging over the bed. “He picked that out along with some of the pictures hanging downstairs.”
“I really like it. It’s so cozy and welcoming.”
“I’m glad.” He walked over and placed his hands on my waist. “Hopefully it will help me convince you to spend some time here.”
I had no idea what to say to that, but thankfully he leaned down and kissed me so I didn’t have to answer. At first it was just a small peck, but it quickly became so much more. Slipping his tongue past my lips, he thrust it against mine over and over, tilting my head back and opening my mouth wider.
Moving his hands between our bodies, he unbuttoned my linen shirt, slipped it off my shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. My next item of clothing proved to be too difficult to remove. He ended the kiss and pulled back to inspect it.
“What is this thing?” he asked.
I couldn’t help laughing at the confusion on his face.
“It’s a shaper tank.”
“How the hell do you get it off?”
“Normally I wrestle my way out of it, but since you’re here to help…” Raising
my arms, I said, “Just grab the hem and pull it up.”
He did as I said and soon I stood before him naked from the waist up.
“That was definitely worth the struggle,” he said as he shifted his gaze to my boobs.
Jamie
Placing my hands on her waist, I backed her up until we stood beside the bed and let go just long enough for us to lie down. Then I kissed her the way I’ve wanted to since she pulled into my driveway. Deep, hot, and hungry. Like I’d never get enough. And she kissed me back with the same desperation.
I dragged my mouth from hers and licked my way to her neck, to the curve of her breast, and to her nipples that were just begging for attention. Her needy little noises got louder as I tongued one hard nub then the other, moving back and forth in a frenzied rhythm.
Sophie dragged her hands down my back and squeezed my ass, pulling me against her. She groaned as I pressed against her core, her thin leggings not providing much of a barrier.
And we went on like that, kissing, licking, sucking, and dry humping until I felt dizzy. Probably because all the blood in my body is in my dick. Pulling back, I dragged in a deep breath, then another. Sophie did the same and I watched her chest rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm.
Once I caught my breath and regained a little bit of control, I curled my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and dragged them off.
I traced my finger across her stomach and over her hip before slipping it through her wet folds. Closing my eyes, I let out a low groan, loving the feel of her tightening around me as I pumped in and out. When I added a second finger, she tilted her hips slightly, giving me better access. I dipped my head, and caught her nipple between my teeth and nibbled before sucking.
Curling my fingers, I stroked, increasing the rhythm as her panting grew louder. I pulled back just enough to look into her heavy-lidded eyes. They started to drift closed but opened wide when I brushed my thumb against her clit.
“Eyes on me,” I said. “I want to watch you come.”
I continued to finger fuck her and when I rubbed my thumb against her clit again, she shattered. My fingers were still inside her when her orgasm ended, our eyes locked on each other. She blinked and let out a small sigh as her lips curled into a sexy smile.
One thing I really like about Sophie is that she’s pretty much an open book. She doesn’t play games and I don’t need to guess what she’s thinking. It’s a refreshing change from my past relationships.
Once her aftershocks subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her and removed my shirt and pants. Reaching over to the end table, I pulled out a condom. Thankfully I’d checked the ones that had been in there because they were expired, which says a lot about my sex life. At any rate, now we have a fresh box to work with.
Sophie watched my every move as I tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom down my throbbing erection. I ran my hands down her sides to her thighs and lifted her butt off the bed.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
She quickly complied and I slid inside, holding still for several heartbeats to savor the feeling. She feels so good, all warm and welcoming, and I mentally recited multiplication tables as I moved inside her.
I thrust into her soft and hard, shallow and deep, tilting her hips until I hit the spot she really liked. Making sure to keep that position, I moved in and out of her, increasing the pace until her inner walls clamped down over and over, pulling me over the edge with her.
Once we caught our breath, I reluctantly left her to dispose of the condom. When I
returned, she was curled on her side under the covers, eyes closed, a contented smile on her face.
I crawled into bed and she moved into my arms, her head resting against my chest.
“When do you need to leave?” she asked, sounding sleepy.
“The rehearsal is at six, so I have about an hour and a half before I need to leave.”
“Guys are so lucky.”
“Why’s that?”
“You pretty much just shower and head out the door.”
“Well, I do have to put on a suit and tie a tie, so it’ll take me a few minutes longer today.”
“I don’t feel sorry for you.”
She snuggled closer and I rested my cheek against the top of her head.
“Thank you for being my plus one.”
“Thank you for asking me,” she said around a yawn. “And I promise to be on my best behavior.”
“I hope not.” I let out a yelp as she playfully pinched my side. “Elliott’s family is looking forward to meeting you.”
“Mmm…”
That sound trailed off as Sophie’s breathing became slow and steady. Without disturbing her, I pulled my phone out from under the pillow and set the alarm. Holding her tight, I closed my eyes and felt a sense of peace wash over me as I drifted off to sleep.