Page 89 of Happy Hour

Suddenly everything turned serious, our movements speed and we become strangely determined.

“I just...can’t get enough of you.” He panted against my lips desperately searching for more. “You’re all I think about...all the time, I can’t stop.”

“I know the feeling.” I panted.

Without the slightest bit warning, my whole body flushed with heat and I burst into flames deep in my belly.

“God that’s so good, Jameson.” I screamed with absolutely no volume control.

He slammed me down on him harder. “Shit,” he grinded out, the word “fuck” fell from his lips, and he buried his face in my neck, thrusting erratically into me until he was shaking.

Running my fingers through his wet hair, we both sucked in a labored breath trying to calm our furiously beating hearts.

After last night and as wonderful as this was, I had a feeling I was going to be incredibly sore real soon.

Before we could really come down from the incredible endorphins settling nicely in our sex crazed tattooed bodies, the water turned freezing cold and Spencer was nearly beating the door down.

“I fucking hate him sometimes.” Jameson grumbled as we dried off.

“I know the feeling, sport.” I agreed slapping his tattooed ass with my towel.

He gave me another grin before dressing in his suit

When we opened the door, three questioning expressions greeted our flushed appearances.

I personally didn’t think we were that loud but their gazes told me otherwise.

Spencer grumbled to himself for a minute and then pushed Jameson out of the way. “I’ve had to piss for like an hour you assholes.” He stomped into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

This left Emma and Aiden still staring at us. Jameson and I both looked at each other and then back to them.

“What?” Jameson asked all defensively.

“Nothing,” they both said at the same time and busied themselves with cleaning up the room.

Jameson looked around the room and laughed. “Don’t worry about cleaning up. I already gave them my credit card downstairs. They said they’d take care of everything.” His eyes flickered to the mammoth dick on the wall. “But, we should...uh...cover that up...somehow.”

Look, there’s a dick on the wall, he he he!

Aiden and Jameson looked around for some more spray paint while Emma and I gathered our bags. Once they found some spray paint, they proceeded to paint over it but not before they took about a hundred pictures of us posing by it.

Spencer joined in and was very sad that we were covering up his artwork. Pouted just like his son for a good twenty minutes.

Before heading back to Mooresville we stopped off for some food at a local diner.

While eating, we started talking about what happened last night and who remembered what. As it turned out, it was hardly anything at all.

Jameson was sitting in front of me beside Spencer in the booth when I started giggling at how much he was eating. In a matter of ten minutes, he ate eight pieces of bacon, two slices of toast, a mountain of hash browns and now he was working on his egg whites.

“What...there full of protein and good for you,” He offered up when he noticed my questioning glance.

I personally thought egg white look like snot and refused to eat them but sure enough, I said exactly what I was thinking in that moment.

Smiling, I chewed the last of my toast as Jameson watched me with narrowed eyes. I think he knew I was about to say something stupid, which I did.

“So is jiz but you don’t see me harvesting yours so I can drink it in a cup,” I told him.

Jameson, who was in the midst of taking a drink of orange juice, must have inhaled and then to compensate, sprayed orange juice all over his egg whitesandme.

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