Page 33 of Happy Hour

Hard and ready, all he would have to do is push once. Just as his hips flex forward, a loud knocking interrupts us.

“Jameson, open the goddamn door!” Alley yelled outside smacking the door. “Don’t you ever hang up on me again asshole!”

Jameson put his fingers to my lips while he pushed forward causing me to let out a loud moan, his hand covered my mouth chuckling above me with that damn smirk.

I’m not all that surprised he was amused by this, he loved pissing Alley off. It was like a game for him. He’s not happy until she’s called him an asshole at least once throughout the day.

“Shh...if we’re quiet...she’ll leave.” He whispered in my ear and pushed forward once more.

I openly cried out when he bit down on my shoulder again, cut off by his mouth that clamped down on my own, causing both of us to groan.

We moved together languorously but the door opening quickly interrupted us again.

Jameson stopped suddenly and pulled back to look at me, his eyes wide with panic.

Fuck, fuck fuck!

“Jameson...she can’t see me in bed with you.” I whispered but silenced by a pillow covering my face.

Was this supposed to be hot?

For some morbid reason, it was. I really needed help if I was turned on by him holding a pillow over my face.

I couldn’t see any more but I heard Alley’s heels clicking against the wood floor when she came into the bedroom. “Get out of bed you shit head!”

“How the hell did you get a key?” Jameson growled back at her. And yes, in case you’re wondering he was still inside me, his body trembling to stay motionless.

“I reserved the room for you. I have a key.” Alley replied with a sour edge. “For Christ sakes Jameson, you have a woman in bed with you?”

Oh Alley...It’s even worse than you think.

“Get out!” Jameson yelled in a no nonsense tone.

“No,” she objected. “Get up!”

“Well, I’m not getting up with you in the room.” He snorted. “I’m naked.”

Yes you are, with me underneath you. He he he!

“What the hell is taking so long in here?” Spencer’s bellowing tone echoed throughout. “Whoa...dude, who’s under there?”

You couldn’t miss the inquisitiveness in his voice and I’m sure by that point he was trying to see who was underneath Jameson.

I’m so glad my face was covered because it was the color of the devils ass right then and I was moments away from breaking out into a giggle fit. I giggle when I’m nervous. I can’t help it.

It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head when you’re naked and in this predicament. I won’t go into details but some were even alarming to me and I was used to my daily rambling thoughts.

Jameson sighed loudly, throwing his head forward against my shoulder. “Get the fuck out!” he yelled loudly against the pillow vibrating my entire body with his menacing voice.

This was so mortifying.

And who joined the party next?

Jimi.

“Jameson,” he began as he entered the room, I assumed.

I couldn’t see to know this for sure but his voice suddenly tapered off when he took in the sight before him. I can only imagine what this must look like.

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