Page 40 of Happy Hour

Once we got upstairs, I headed towards the quest bedroom at the end of the hall when Jameson grabbed me by the arm and slammed me against the wall. Not rough, just enough that he took my breath away for a second.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jameson asked with his lips at my ear. His tongue darted out and then he nipped my lobe with his teeth.

“I...to...uh...the guest room?” I mumbled breathlessly watching his intense eyes find mine.

“Wrong.” He picked me up bridal style caring me into his room on the third floor.

Once in his room I couldn’t tell you what happened when the door closed. I couldn’t tell you what happened when we broke his bedroom door. I couldn’t tell you what happened when we fell through the closet door onto the floor. I couldn’t tell youanyof this because I was in such a state of overdrive by this man that I was actually delirious and incoherent.

When I woke up the next morning, I wondered why I was on the floor in Jameson’s closetsurrounded by broken furniture and clothes that had been ripped off hangers.

It was a disaster.

At least I had my bra on, well half on with one funbag free falling.

Somehow, I feel like less of a slut with a bra on...stupid. So stupid.

Tucking the free falling funbag in, I surveyed the rest of myself. I was wearing one of Jameson’s ties around my neck, which was not all that concerning. I could just about imagine what that was used for, and I was also sporting a pair of his boxer briefs.

How and why I was wearing these random items was a mystery to me.

I glanced around the large walk-in closet and was rewarded with an absolutely magnificent sight.

Jameson Riley, naked, laying on his back.

Nothing and I meannothingwas more beautiful than the sight before me. I started at his face; his messy hair looked like he had just done some press forging in...a closet the entire night.

His beautiful face looked content; his lips pushed out into an adorable pout. His defined chest and amazing ripped stomach, the sculpted cut lines of his hips that lead down to the biggest mother-loving camshaft ever engineered.

Christ almighty he was a sight.

I’ve seen a few...okay only three but this one topped them all, including the few I’d seen in porno’s Alley and Emma forced me to watch in high school.

How did that fit in me?Was a very concerning thought I had.

I brought my knees up to my chest and curled into myself, comforting my crankcase and wondering how she hadn’t exploded yet.

I realized once I did that particular curling move that I was paying the consequences of our press forging (a process where you forge hot metal between dies in a press to make the metal stronger). I commonly referred to press forging as aggressive sex. If you have ever seen metal press forged, it’sveryaggressive.

My legs burned, they felt like I had just tried out to be a Navy Seal or something similar and my crankcase was feeling a little like it just housed the biggest mother loving camshaft ever engineered.

And judging by the shaft my eyes were currently fixated on, I’d say that happened, more than once last night. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

UntilJameson’s light laughter startled me.

My eyes quickly darted to his to meet his amused expression in embarrassment.

He stretched slowly and put his arms behind his head. “Like what you see?” He asked with a smug smile.

“Eh...I’ve seen bigger.” I quipped and quickly ran into his bathroom in hopes to get away from him.

That was one race I was not wining.

Our debate about him being small officially ended when he has me pinned against his shower wall.

We spent a good part of the day inside Jameson’s room...andthe closet.

Kyle called around three that afternoon to let Jameson know the part he ordered was in and that he needed to drop off Justin’s helmet at the race shop. Jameson had a friend of his paint some new graphics on the side for Justin.

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