Page 60 of Embers of You
Jameson: Why are you?
Sutton: Because I was really thinking about how I’ve never ridden a horse, duh.
Jameson: How weird, I was really thinking about how you’ve never ridden a horse either, great minds, huh?
Sutton: Or creepy?
Jameson: I’m on shift, barely sleep when I’m here.
Jameson: So, probably creepy since I’m basically a zombie.
Sutton: I don’t think I’d want a zombie saving my life in an emergency. I actually think their goal is the opposite.
Jameson: I’m one of the good ones. I’d always save your life, zombie or not.
Sutton: How sweet.
Jameson: That’s my middle name, how’d you know?
Sutton: Guess I can be creepy too.
Jameson: I don’t get off shift until Thursday, but if you want to come over I’ll give you a riding lesson.
Sutton: …
Jameson: On a horse, jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, Sutton.
I laugh, and it’s so loud in my quiet bedroom, I bite my bottom lip to try and stifle it, even though no one’s around to hear me.
Sutton: We’ll see, maybe I’ll take you up on that offer, cowboy.
Jameson: Let’s not start that. I much prefer fireboy.
I bark out another laugh, and Bennet looks up at me, like he’s mad at me for disturbing his sleep.
“Sorry.”
He huffs, resting his head back down at the foot of my bed.
Sutton: You have to earn that title, I haven’t seen you take on any fires.
Jameson: You also haven’t seen me wrangle any cows.
Sutton: Fair point. Goodnight, Jameson.
Jameson: Goodnight, Sutton.
I swear I can hear his voice as he says it, something about the way he says my name when we say goodbye, it’s become our thing and it gives me the same reaction every time. The deep timbre of his voice settles between my thighs. The way his eyes stare into mine like I’m all he sees.
The way he cares for my body, bringing it so much pleasure. The way he takes control, and isn’t soft with me, but can be when he needs to. He’s perfect. Too perfect it’s scary.
I settle deeper into my bed while I try to talk myself out of whatever is going on but all I can seem to do is replay our night together over and over until I can’t help but to slip my hand into my shorts, trying to recreate his touch.
His voice plays in my mind, his every move is burned into my brain, but my own hand does not do it justice and the orgasmI give myself is nothing like the one he gave me. I’m frustrated, but end up drifting to sleep knowing deep down I won’t be able to stay away.
“Doyou think God actually wants his followers to be virgins? I mean, if there even is a God…wait, are you religious?” Lily races through her thoughts like she usually does.
“No, I’m not.” I chuckle. “And I don’t think if he or she is real that they want everyone to be a virgin because they need to produce more followers.”
