Page 158 of Black Flag

“Really?”I teased. “I can’tthink of anything better than ice cream.”

Jameson growled and inone quick, but gentle placid movement, I was flat on my back with him hovering.“You can’t think of anything better...?”his hand that was resting against the mattress slowly moved from beside myhead, ghosting over my skin like a feather. Traveling across my arm over myabdomen and lingered near the crankcase. His long slender fingers tracedcircles around my ignition switch.

Christ that’s nice.

My poor crankcase hasbeen neglected for way too long. The closest she came to any action recentlywas the doctor checking my cervix. Not a good time.

I even called saiddoctor the other day and asked if I could get some valium prescribed. He kindlydeclined and said that I couldn’t take it while being pregnant, which I thoughtwas complete bullshit. I needed it.

But now, he was hereall sexy and dirty heathen like, with his Grizzly Adams beard that had meshivering every time he brushed his face near me.

“What were yousaying again?” he growled into the sensitive skin just below my ear, the scruffscratching in the most delicious way. “Something about ice cream being thebest?”

“No...I said no such thing.” I panted out ashis fingers snaked underneath my panties, teasing the properly lubricatedcrankcase.

“No, no, I remember.Yousaid...I can’t think ofanything better.” He quoted. “Yep, that’s what you said.”

“Did not,”

“Yes you did,” heyanked his fingers away. “No ice cream for you then.”

What did the fucker donext? Pulled away completely, took my Fish Food Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, andbegan eating it, with that dirty smirk on his adorable Grizzly Adams face.

Before I could get myice cream back Emma was knocking on the door obsessively. “Can I at least havemy bag assholes?”

We both start laughing.She was out in the hallway with nothing but a pair of tiny shorts and a tanktop.

I was well aware of howcold this house was in the mornings, so I motion for Jameson to hand her thebag on the floor near the door.

“Hold on,” his eyes litup. “I got an idea.” His smirk turned evil.

“What?” I whisperedtrying to be sneaky.

I was up for any ideato pay Emma back after sitting around this house for two weeks waiting forJameson to get home.

Do you have any ideawhat it’s like spending that much time with Emma? She was another reason why I requestedthe valium.

“Where’s that lotionshe’s so obsessed with?” Jameson asked looking through her bag.

“In there somewhere.” Ilaughed. “She’s like Buffalo Bill with that shit.”

Never in my life had Iever seen someone put as much lotion on as Emma does. Seriously, I counted oneday, seventeen obsessive times she smeared lotion all over herself. It was asthough she had some kind of paroxysm with putting lotion on.

And Jameson was thecomplete opposite. He hatedanythingon his skin. It’s really entertainingto take him to the beach.

“What are you doing?” Iasked curiously.

He pulled out a bottleof sunless self-tanning lotion out of his own bag. Pouring out the contents ofEmma’s lotion, and then transferred the tanning lotion into the bottle.

“Should I be concernedthat you have self tanning lotion in your bag?”

“No, you should beproud that I bought this thinking of paying my sister back for that road trip.”

“You are a genius!” Iwhisper shouted at him. This was the best idea he’s had yet, besides asking meto marry him, that was a damn good idea if I may say so myself.

Jameson quicklycompleted the mission, stealthy mission impossible style and opened the door tohand Emma her bag. Emma eyed him cautiously.

His shirt was off andhe was only wearing a pair of jeans that are slung low on his waist with thetop button undone, compliments of me.

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