Page 76 of Embers of You
Jameson chuckles. “No, we do tours all the time. But if we get a call then we’re going to have to go.”
He leads me to the driver’s side, opening the door and helping me climb up onto the seat. I grip the giant steering wheel in front of me and hold onto it and pretend to steer.
“Think you could drive this around?” he asks.
“No way, I wouldn’t trust myself.”
“Would you trust me?”
“Yeah, I would,” I tell him softly. He helps me down and brings me over to the passenger side.
“We call this the Officer seat, it’s where all the controls are.” He tells me climbing in first, stretching out his hand to help me up. There’s not much room for both of us as he lifts me up into his lap.
I swivel slightly and he grunts underneath me. I feel why as I notice him starting to harden, and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. This isn’t the time or place for us to do anything about that, but it makes me feel really good that I have such an effect on him. I move again just to mess with him, and he clamps his hands on my hips to get me to stop.
“You know I would never let anything happen to you, right?” He moves one of his hands onto my thigh, rubbing gentle circles there while I look at all the controls and panels in front of me.
“What does that do?” I point to some buttons, trying not to pay attention to the way he’s touching me.
“That controls the lights.” His hand continues to move on my thigh, moving up closer to the spot that’s growing increasingly wetter with each inch he gets closer.
“What, um, what about that button?” I continue to try and distract us both because there’s no way he’s going to touch me right now, not when we’re out here where we’re sure to be caught.
He moves my hair off my shoulder, pressing his lips to the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and asks, “What button, baby?”
To be honest, I don’t even know what button I was asking about, or if I actually pointed to anything. All my attention is on the places he’s touching me. His hand climbs up my dress and I gasp when his fingers graze my underwear. I grab his arm, digging my fingers in and stopping his movement.
“This is a bad idea,” I whisper.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He doesn’t move, and neither do I because no, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want to be caught either, but something about the possibility is exhilarating. Just like that day in the barn. It shouldn’t make me want to continue, but it does.
I let go of the grip I have on his arm and tell him, “Keep going.”
And he does. His lips are on my neck, kissing and sucking lightly as his hand moves between my thighs, rubbing me over the fabric there. I buck up against his fingers, leaning my head to the side to give his mouth better access.
“I want more,” I moan.
“You want more, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
“You can have it, you can have it all.”
I nod while he moves my underwear to the side and plunges a finger into me. I gasp, arching back against him, moving my hips and trying to get him to give me even more. He does justthat without me having to ask again. He fucks me with his finger, adding another one and I moan, dropping my head back against his shoulder. He brings his other hand up to wrap around the front of my throat. Not squeezing, just resting it there like he’s claiming me, not trying to hurt me.
The simple move along with his talented fingers has my orgasm barreling toward me. I’m grappling for anything to hold onto while the force of it feels like it’s going to completely consume me. My body thrashes and I call out Jameson’s name.
Right as I feel the peak approaching and I’m on the precipice, I thrash and my foot catches on something. I press down as I buck up into Jameson’s hand. The sharp sound of a siren pierces the air and I gasp, pushing myself away from Jameson as quickly as possible.
When I look back at him he’s laughing and the siren stops. My chest is heaving as I look at his face, looking way too giddy.
“Everything okay?” someone asks from outside the truck, and my face flames. I quickly fling myself onto the drivers seat as Jameson opens up the door, and steps out.
“Yeah, I was giving Sutton a tour, and she didn’t realize there’s a foot pedal for the siren,” he replies easily, and I see he’s talking to Parker. The guy that Lily seems to have a problem with.
Between her and Bailey, there seems to be more than a few stories around here that I want to know more about.
