Page 9 of Secret Baby at Mountain Creek Ranch
I can hardly say no to his command. I let myself go and ride the wave of pleasure, Jameson never stopping, to allow for it to last as long as it can. I can barely breathe when he finally stops and pulls his hand from beneath the water. My chest heaves with each gasping breath I take.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” I admit.
He flashes a cocky grin and lifts one dangerous eyebrow at me. Like I’ve just issued him a challenge to top it. I don’t think he can, but he can certainly try. He reaches his wet arm over his head and pulls his t-shirt off in one swift tug. There are those muscles again. Heat starts to pool again in my lower belly, and I push my thighs together to ease some of the ache.
Jameson sees the movement and his cocky smile somehow gets cockier.
I reach for the towel hanging on the wall. I stand and dry myself off, no longer feeling the need for modesty after the orgasm he just gave me. I dab the soft towel over my body, soaking up all the moisture but between my legs. I watch as Jameson strips out of his jeans and boxer briefs. His cock as thick and as prominent as I remember it last time.
Jameson reaches out and takes the towel from me, and tosses it onto the hamper in the corner. He holds out his hand to me, and I take it. He leads me back to the bedroom.
“Lay down on the bed.”
I don’t remember him being authoritative before, but I guess we both have changed because I don’t remember liking being told what to do in the bedroom before now.
I lay down in the center of the bed. He circles the bed like a predator circling his prey. Excitement tingles all over my body. Jameson moves to the end of the bed and stops.
“Open your legs.”
I don’t hesitate, letting my legs fall open for him to see the wet folds of my anticipation. His nostrils flare before he crawls up the bed slowly. Stopping here and there to nip gently at the soft skin on my inner thighs, up my belly, over my breasts, until he reaches the crook of my neck. The bite he takes there is harder and will likely leave a little mark. He’s marking me as his.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathes into the crook of my neck.
I can only moan a strangled sigh in response.
Jameson situates his hips between my thighs. He reaches between us and runs the tip of his cock up and down the seam of my pussy. I'm nearly lightheaded from anticipation, but the wait will make it all the better.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He pushes his cock into me, slowly at first, letting my body adjust to his size. I breathe in and out before I can let my body relax so that he can push further into me. Inch by inch, he moves slowly until he’s fully sheathed inside me.
I run my hands up his strong arms and clutch his shoulders. The friction of each thrust in and out allows the pleasure to build up once again. The tempo of his hips increases the closer I get. I try to prolong my release, wanting this feeling to last forever. I cling to him, wanting to hold out so we can come together.
Jameson's jaw ticks, and I know that he's close. I can't hold on any longer, so I let myself go. I feel Jameson let go too. Together we drift down from our orgasmic high as one—lost in each other, lost as one.
7
JAMESON
“I think it’s time we told him,” I blurt out the next morning at breakfast.
I don't know if it's the night of the best sex I've ever had or the sight of Tris humming to herself at the stove wearing only my t-shirt, but I know that I never want this to end between us. I want her and Sam here with me forever.
Tris turns from the stove, spatula still in her hand, with a look of surprise on her face. We never spoke directly about when we were going to tell Sam the truth, but it's time. I don't want to spend another day without him knowing who I am to him or who he is to me. I love him with every cell in my body.
“I’m not sure this is the right time.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I mean it to. I stop and take a breath. "After last night, how could you not be sure about us?”
“It was one night.”
“So was the night we made Sam.”
“This is a big step. I don't want you to jump into this without giving it a lot of thought. It isn't just you and me. It's me and you and Sam."
I can’t believe she thinks that I haven’t given this careful consideration. I know I don’t have a record with her, where she can take me at my word and know that I mean what I’m saying.
