Page 38 of Murder & Mayhem
Fuck. I quickly scanned the diner. No one seemed to be paying attention to us. I stood and pulled Jamie to his feet too. He went willingly, his pupils blown. I grasped his chin between my thumb and pointer, so that those pretty eyes were staring at mine and those pouty lips were just inches away.
“It’s not a bad thing, beautiful. I love brats, and seeing that side come out of you is doing something to me.”
His eyes flashed downward. He couldn’t see anything, but I still grinned, confirming his suspicions. “Yeah, like that.”
Jamie licked his lips. “Kiss me, Dominic.”
My hand slipped off his chin as I analyzed everything about Jamie. His lips quivered slightly, but he never looked away. His voice was steady, so were his hands. He wanted this.
“You’re not just saying this because you think you owe me?” I had to be sure.
Jamie shook his head once. “You told me I needed to cometo you the first time and be the one to tell you what I wanted. Well, I am. Kiss me, Dominic. Show me how much you like this bratty side of me.”
Well, fuck me. “C’mon.” I took Jamie’s hand and dragged him away from the table. Thankfully, they had one of those single bathrooms. I gently pushed him inside and followed, locking the door behind us.
I turned around, and Jamie was there on his tiptoes, hands lightly resting on my face. He leaned forward but didn’t take that final step. I stayed stock still, waiting. The only sounds in the room were our heartbeats and the quiet oldies station that was filtering in through the closed door.
“Take what you want, beautiful,” I whispered, hoping he felt the sincerity in my words.
Jamie closed the distance, and his lips were pressed against mine.
I didn’t move, but neither did Jamie. He was frozen, locked in the innocent graze. I pulled away slightly and threaded my fingers through his hair. “Do you want me to take over?”
The relief was evident. “Please.”
“Say the word and everything stops,” I reminded him. I didn’t move, holding us both in place until Jamie whispered, “I know.” Then I pushed him against the wall and attacked his mouth.
Jamie gasped slightly and then yielded completely, his lips parting willingly, practically begging me to take. And I did. I took and I took. My tongue pushed in between his lips, and Jamie sucked on it tentatively at first, but a little more aggressively once he realized I wasn’t going to push him away.
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered, both of us panting for breath. I pushed against him, our bodies pressed together without a centimeter of space between us. I was worried that being nearly pinned by a bigger man would send Jamie into a panic,but his fingers curled in the fabric of my shirt and he pulled me closer.
His leg slid in between mine, a huffy breath escaping him as he felt my erection pressing against my pants.
One of his hands slowly untangled from my back, and at first, I figured he was trying to make some space, but instead he placed his shaky palm on my lower abdomen. I looked down at it and then gave him an encouraging smile.
“C-can I touch it?” he asked, sounding innocent and breathy.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. You can touch wherever you want.” I took a slight step backward to give him some space to explore.
With deep concentration, Jamie’s hand moved until he was resting over my bulge, still on top of my slacks. He pushed a bit, getting enough pressure to really feel what was going on there.
“I saw you . . . it . . . when you were wearing those sweats. You weren’t wearing underwear.”
I grinned and leaned down, my lips brushing against his nose. “Guess what, beautiful? I’m not now either.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, reverent.
“Can I see?”
Um, hell yes. Please and thank you. But still, that voice in the back of mind that was convinced that this was happening only because Jamie didn’t know how to say no. So, I felt obligated to double-check.
“Always. But only if it’s what you really want.”
Jamie tore his eyes away from my cock and snapped them to my face. I could see how much of a struggle that was for him, but he managed because this was important. “I want. I really, really want. I’ve wanted to see your dick since thesecond I saw it in those pants. I need to know if it’s really as big as it looks or if those gray pants are an illusion.”
I nipped at his lip. “There’s my brat. And for your information, it’s even bigger.”
He raised an eyebrow doubtfully. “That, I’ll definitely need to see for myself.”
