Page 35 of Happy Hour

With tender touches from rough hands, he performed a ravenous lap of my body. There was a carefulness that emerged with the way he held me closer than he did last night combined with a hunger I’d never seen other than in his racing.

With the intoxicating haze lifted, the closeness I felt to him now was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

I knew this wasn’t going to last very long by the way he was moving against me but the idea of quick naughty illicit qualifying lap had me panting just as hard as him and giving way to the pleasure.

My hands flew to his back as my fingernails sunk in, my orgasm over took me in waves, causing him to push into me harder and harder, pushing me further up the bed into the splintered headboard.

We’re old friends, this headboard and me.

After just a few quick thrusts, Jameson threw his head back exposing his neck for me, groaning my name.

The sound vibrated my lips as I attacked his neck with wet kisses. He shuttered above of me and then collapsed against my chest.

I welcomed the weight of his exhausted body, I’ve waited years to feel this man heavy, spent, and relaxed above me.

As I was lying there trying to catch my own breath, I once again thought about what just happened and started giggling.

Jameson growled while he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, his two-day scruff tickling my skin. “You’re going to give me a complex if you keep laughing at me like that.”

I giggled again.

Eventually Jameson made it to the bathroom to get ready. Once dressed, he sat down on the bed next to me.

I was still wrapped in the sheet because I didn’t have any clothes. Jameson ripped my underwear and bra off with his teeth, destroying them last night. I ripped my shirt off like a whore, so that left just my skirt and heels.

“You should probably get dressed,” he suggested running his fingers through his hair. “Even though I prefer you naked,” He winked.

“I would...but I don’t have any clothes.” I reminded him. “There in my room.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and then smirked. “Sorry, I guess I lost control last night.” His fingers lightly traced the mark.

I shrugged pulling the sheet up further since I was feeling exposed. “It happens.” I looked away from his gaze.

I was really starting to freak out and felt like bursting into tears at any moment having agreed to any of this.

There seemed to be a suffocating silence lingering when Jameson moved closer to me on the bed but didn’t look up. Gently, he took my hand in his own, rubbing it softy. “Don’t leave tonight.” He pleaded although he spoke more to the ground than me.

I didn’t look up; my eyes remained fixated on the bed as a pensive silence lingered once again. “Jameson, I can’t stay. Charlie needs me at the track.”

He nodded once taking a deep breath. “Please.” He mumbled softly, almost too softly that I couldn’t hear him.

“Why?”

Jameson still hadn’t looked up even though I was staring at him now. I had never seen him act like this before so I asked again. “Why do you want me to stay, Jameson?”

Tell me you want me to stay because you love me.

He tilted his head to one side before answering. “Because, I need you here,” His eyes slowly met mine and I saw an emotion I couldn’t quite place again. It was as if he was begging me not to pry. “I...you...keep me grounded.” He offered me a bolster smile, the restlessness from last night returned. “Come with me to Pocono and Michigan. Then we’re in Sonoma again...you can go back after that. It’s closer to Washington anyways.”

I groaned leaning my head against the headboard, looking up at the white ceiling. “What are we doing Jameson?”

“What do you mean?” He actually sounded confused.

How can one person be so clueless to this!

“This,” I motioned to the bed. “What isthis?”

I have to know what he thinks. Does he want more? Will he ever want more?

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