Page 53 of Drive Me Wilde

I position myself behind her and push her legs farther apart. She lifts her ass higher and I take hold of her hips. She gasps as I plunge into her, pumping my cock deeper with each thrust. She lifts her ass to meet me. I slide one hand off her hip and down between her legs. I massage her clit. She rubs against the heel of my hand as she lifts her ass toward me.

"Fuck, Jameson, yes, yes!" she cries out as she shudders beneath me. Her pussy is still wrapped tightly around me as I come. I'm still catching my breath as I collapse next to her and pull her into my arms. Her naked ass shifts to get comfortable nestled tightly against my cock.

There are dashes of light seeping around the edges of the blinds. It's nearly morning. Yesterday was miserable but today I'm waking up with the angel of my dreams in my arms. I only need one more thing to make my life complete.

Indi falls asleep again. I quietly pull myself free from her, and it's not easy, especially when she makes those soft, sleepy sounds that stir my blood and send it right to my cock. I pull the blanket over her, yank on my shorts and head out to my computer. It's Monday and I like to get a head start on my stock trades for the day. I started my stock market adventure after high school. I'd saved a thousand bucks from after-school jobs and summer work. I'd been learning about the stock market, reading long, tedious articles about investing and trading. The excavation company brought in nice money, but I wanted more. Maybe it was my stupid inner need to show the people of this town that I was more than a troublemaker. I learned enough that it became profitable. It's always a risky way to make money but then we Wildes are known as infamous risk-takers. I figured why not do it with money. And now I had enough to hire a top-notch lawyer to bring Rio home.

I sit on the couch with my laptop. There's an email from Barrett and Greene, my lawyer's office. Charlie is working onthe case and mentions that if I found some kind of proof that Nicole is neglecting Rio or not a worthy parent, then that would certainly help our case. I sit back against the cushion feeling deflated. I've hardly seen Nicole in years, so I have no idea where to get that kind of information. Charlie even suggests a private investigator. I don't want to ruin Nicole's life. At the same time, I want Rio back here with me. I write back that I'll think about a P.I.

There's another email from Harry, the owner of the Gold Rush. "Hello, Jameson, attached are the estimates for the damage in the bar. The work will start Monday morning. This is very generous of you. I have something else to ask. Are you interested in buying the bar? I could give you credit for the money you're spending on repairs. Give it some thought. I think we could come up with a fair price."

I stare at the email a few seconds, for some crazy reason I'm actually considering it. Then I remind myself I have a job. Zander and I run a busy excavating company, and owning a bar might not be the best way to make my case in front of a judge. I close the email and move on to my stock app. I get lost in my business for long enough that the sun is finally up and working its way through the thin gray mist hovering over the coast.

The door to the bedroom opens, and Indi walks out wearing just my T-shirt. I can't drag my gaze away from her legs as she strolls out to the living room. Her hair looks adorably messy, and since I'm the cause of the mess, I love it even more.

"I've got cereal," I say as I close the laptop.

"Hm, just coffee, I think."

I get up to make the coffee, and she follows me into the kitchen. "I thought you might have work today," she says.

"I do. Sort of." I fill the coffee maker with water and flick on the switch. "No excavation job this week. We just finished a big job, and the guys needed a week off. The work I was doing thismorning only requires a few taps of the keyboard. Much easier than digging out mounds of earth. I dabble in the stock market."

She laughs. "No way."

I cross my arms. "And why does that sound so crazy?" I raise a brow to punctuate the arm cross.

She taps her chin. "Hmm, why does that seem crazy? Well, the Jameson I knew in high school used to count on my twin brother for all the homework answers in math. The Jameson I knew in high school couldn't be bothered with anything as boring as numbers on a chart. You were too busy causing trouble, starting fights and getting laid. So, excuse me if I can't visualize you in a three-piece suit and carrying a leather briefcase."

It's my turn to laugh. "Okay, Miss Last Century. You are no longer required to wear a suit and tie when trading stocks. Not even sure if that was ever a thing. I wake up at the crack of dawn, flip open my computer and move money around before I've even had my coffee."

Indi is assessing the whole thing with a scrutinizing gaze. "I figured your company was just doing really well."

"It's doing fine, but Zander is living in the old cabin on the ranch, so that tells you about our profit margin. Lots of insurance and workman's comp and the equipment is constantly needing maintenance."

"So, your mom is rich now," she starts.

"You really don't think much of me, do you?" I turn to pour the coffee. If there is one person in the world whose opinion matters to me, it's Indi's.

I didn't hear her walk up behind me. Her arms wrap around my stomach, and she presses herself against my back. "I guess I'm just learning about the Jameson that was always there. I ignorantly looked past you for all those years. I'm sorry."

I turn to face her. The light spray of freckles on her nose is highlighted by the light coming through the front window. "Just to clarify—my mother is married to a very rich man, a man who had a family with three children before his marriage to my mom. He wants little to do with me, and I'm good with that because I don't like the guy. My mom sends a hundred-dollar gift card at Christmas and that's it. I saved some money and started investing and discovered I was pretty good at it."

"So, this house?" she asks.

"Yep, this house."

"That's incredible, Jameson. And I don't mean that in a condescending way. I'm in awe. I worked so hard to make a success of myself, and I failed in every possible way."

"You're pretty fuckingsuccessful, and, I should add,talented, in bed." I wrap my arms around her and pull her in for a kiss.

She resists for all of a second. "Asshole," she mutters against my mouth.

My hand smooths up her thigh, and much to my surprise and subsequent joy, I find she has nothing on under my T-shirt. "You are naked," I say lamely.

"I'm wearing your shirt," she reminds me.

I whip it off. "Not anymore."

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