Page 46 of Murder & Mayhem
“Remember what we talked about earlier, about safewords?”
“Yes . . .” His tone was breathy, kind of needy.
“Green, yellow, or red. Red stops everything. I will also listen to stop or no. Understood?”
“Y-yes.” The Daddy was unspoken, but I was glad he didn’t say it. We’d agreed to discuss that more after Bailey wasfound. This wasn’t the time. I only wanted us to relax and get out of our heads.
“Are you okay with continuing?”
Jamie frowned. “You mean kissing?”
“To start, yeah.”
He nodded like a bobblehead, looking so fucking sweet. “Yes. Green. So, so green.”
“Good boy.” I leaned in, kissing him hard and dominantly.
Jamie was so fucking compatible with me. The way he automatically opened up and submitted to my kiss, perfection, but he wasn’t a doormat either. He participated, made it clear he wasn’t only tolerating my touch, but that he wanted it as much as I did. I already knew I’d never meet someone who kissed as well Jamie did. Even his little moments of hesitation or awkwardness that came from nerves or inexperience were fucking perfect. I was growing hard in my pants, and I needed to move this fully into the bedroom with the door closed and locked. Gid would be gone for a while, but I wasn’t taking any fucking chances.
With my hands cupping Jamie’s face, I brought us both into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. One more kiss to hold me over, and then I made quick work of locking the door. Jamie hadn’t moved, and I immediately picked up where we’d left off.
He somehow ended up pushed against the dresser, his hands behind him, gripping the edge for purchase. I had his head tilted up as I completely and totally claimed him.
“Dominic,” Jamie whined, sounding needy as hell.
I pushed my thigh in between his spread ones. If he was hard, I couldn’t tell yet, but it didn’t matter. Not now. I did want to have a conversation with him about it eventually. Was it medical or mental? But I didn’t need his dick as a barometer to tell me how much he wanted it. His hands wereeverywhere, feeling every inch of me through my clothes. But I wanted more. More of everything.
I nipped at his lip. “Call me Nicky, beautiful.”
Jamie gasped, his tongue brushing over the place I’d just bitten.
“Really?”
“Really. You got your hooks in me, sweetheart, and I really want to hear that on your lips.”
Jamie blinked, then looked up at me through his thick lashes. “Nicky.”
It was so soft and so sweet and sounded so differently than the way I’d ever heard it from my brothers, thank fuck.
“Fuck, the things you do to me, beautiful.”
He smiled, a little mischief in his eyes. I loved watching him bounce from sweet and little, reserved and hesitant, to playful. I loved all the sides of Jameson Sullivan.
“Yeah?” he asked. “Give me some examples.”
I gave his hair a light tug, which caused an obscene moan that seemed louder than the moment warranted. I grabbed his wrist with my free hand and placed it right on my still-clothed junk.
“Feel that? That’s all for you. And it’s not just sexual. I’ve never been as drawn to anyone as I am you.”
“Can I?” Jamie asked, his voice hitching a little with nervousness.
“Yeah.” I didn’t even know what he wanted to do, but I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted.
His hand slid past the waistband of my pants. Of course I still wasn’t wearing underwear, so he immediately had his hand over my filling balls and then the shaft.
“I can’t get over how big you feel. Even in your pants.”
“You can explore as much as you want to, baby boy.”
