Page 152 of Happy Hour

Jameson and I sat on the other side of the campsite from Emma and Aiden. Jameson wantednopart of being next to Emma or hearing them make out, which they were doing frequently.

“Do you remember the last time we were up here?” Jameson whispered in my ear. Nuzzled behind me his warm arms wrapped around my chest waiting for my reply.

Snuggling in, I clutched the blanket around us as a breeze blew through, the crisp Northwest encircling. “Yeah, we were sixteen.”

Jameson chuckled lightly in my ear, his two-day scruff tickling my cheek. “You weresobeautiful that night.” His arms squeezed me once. “The way your hair shined against the fire, the way your green eyes looked almost black with the night.”

“Did you get that from aHallmarkcard?”

“No, I wastryingto tell you that I loved you longer that I’ve realized.” He exhaled kissing my ear, his warm breath scorching my cool skin.

“You had feelings back then?”

“I didn’t know it, but I remember wondering what it would like to be with you.” He cleared his throat. “That sounded bad...I uh...I’ve always been...veryattracted to you. For the moment I saw you, I may have been eleven but I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I laughed. “Really, you have?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I guess I just didn’t realize the attraction went beyond physical attraction. I’m slow.”

We watched the fireworks die down but one thing led to another and we were no longer watching fireworks but creating our own.

The passionate, gentle Jameson was out tonight. He was affectionate and tender with touch and words. His actions were dawdling, ardent and attentive.

Once inside the tent, everything turned erotic.

There was something about being in the dark. I couldn’t see him but hear his movement, his sexy whispering, his steady strained breathing and soft grunts as we continued where we left off outside.

Slowly, he began slide my panties down my hips. Moments later, his tongue was against my inner thigh and then my crankcase, though I still couldn’t see him.

“What the fuck?” Jameson yelled jumping back. “My...lip...is bleeding.”

I wasn’t even thinking,clearly, or else I would have recalled my trip to the mall before I let Jameson go down on me in the dark, bad idea. I guess I should have thought about the sharpness before I went and ripped out my beaver pelt to add bling.

“I got...vajazzled.” I replied softly, relieved it was dark so he couldn’t see how completely embarrassed I was about this whole situation. Just in case he had night vision, I flopped my arms over my very flushed face.

To make matters worse, Jameson turned on the lantern beside the air mattress. “You vaj...what?” he looked at me with confusion wiping blood from his upper lip. With his eyes dropping to the bling, he positioned the light to observe my masterpiece.

Slowly, a smirk appeared.

“You...I...uh...” the smirk grew wider leaning down between my legs for a closer look. His fingertips softly grazed over the vajazzled crankcase bling. “Is that a number nine?”

Nodding was all I could do. I was too embarrassed to speak, didn’t stop the giggles though.

“When did you do this?” His voice was a soft whisper in my ear again hovering over me. “And I love it, by the way. It’s sexy as hell.”

Oh god, there’s that whispering again.

“Tuesday...when Emma and I were at the mall,”

“How did I not see this yesterday?” he wondered.

“You were alittlepreoccupied.”

Grinning, Jameson recalled the amount of align boring that took place yesterday. “Well, looks I need to show this...” his fingers brushed over the flag. “some attention. After all, you did go to the trouble to...um...get my number.”

Turning the lantern off, he went back to work.

I couldn’t take much more of it, within a few minutes I was frantically yanking him up my body. Willingly with a growl, he was exactly where I wanted him to be.

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