Page 65 of Unspoken Confessions
23
Jameson
I’d found Nick on the floor of the bathroom hours ago and the sight fucking broke my heart.
It hadn’t been ten minutes from when he ran out of the office, face white as a ghost and looking like he was about to lose it. I wanted to chase after him, but if he was going to puke, I figured he might want a moment of privacy. Nick didn’t seem like the type to need or want someone to hold his hand while the most unflattering parts of him came to light. But I regretted waiting when I saw him drenched in sweat and curled up on the bathroom floor. The moment his eyes fluttered open, I knew I’d been right before because he jumped up, pushed me out of the bathroom, and slammed the door in my face. It wasn’t a second later that I heard him frantically brushing his teeth. Despite the tense situation and the fact that he had been so freaked out that he’d tossed his cookies, I smiled. He was just so adorable sometimes, though I didn’t think he would want to know that was what I thought of him.
I helped him get situated in his bed after that, and then went down to work out some sort of plan. Austin stayed awake for a while, and by the time he called it a day, we were forced to admit that we didn’t have any real proof. Nothing we could use to handle this situation legally. The most we could do was attempt to get a restraining order, but since she hadn’t really done anything threatening, we didn’t think it would go through.
So, we had no choice but to sit back and wait for this shit to get dangerous. Which was bullshit and I sure as fuck was not okay with it.
It wasn’t enough to warrant more extreme measures, either. There was no way I could justify putting a bullet in her brain even if the protective side of me thought it was a good idea.
I went and got him out of bed sometime around mid-afternoon. I wasn’t going to let him fall into this hole of despair and fear. I cooked him an early dinner, not even bothering to see what Carol had made and left for him. Luckily there were a few things in the fridge and I was creative enough to whip something up with some of them.
Then I sat with him on the couch while reruns of one of those shows that he liked played back-to-back.
Once Austin came down and told me he was ready to be on, I ushered an exhausted-looking Nick off to bed.
“Sleep with me tonight?” Nick asked softly as he stood at the bottom of the stairs. “I don’t want to be alone.”
Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to deny him. With a nod, I reached for his hand and let him lead me up.
Just inside his room, he paused.
“Shower with me?” he asked.
I shut the door behind us and flicked the light switch, bathing the room in a dull glow from the middle of the ceiling. Then I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head.
He tried to smile as he stepped closer to me.
Everything about him told me he wanted me but he was scared.
I leaned down and softly kissed his lips.
I wasn’t trying to start something. My intention was to show him comfort and set him at ease the best way I knew how. But then he wrapped his arms around my neck and held on for dear life. He kissed me back just as softly and I gave in, taking over until we were nothing but panting breaths and wet lips.
I backed him up until we were in the bathroom. Then I reached into his massive shower and started the spray.
My hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and then up his sides. The fabric pooled around my wrists. With his gaze locked on mine, he lifted his arms, silently inviting me to strip him down.
I pulled his shirt free and dropped it to the floor. Then I pressed against him, my lips going to the crook of his neck. As I worked his pants and briefs off, I lightly kissed a line up his neck. He sighed and shivered against my touch.
With slightly shaky hands, he reached for my belt. It took him a moment to pull it free, but once he did, he didn’t hesitate to push my pants down my legs. I kicked out of my boots and he surprised me by dropping to his knees and reaching for my sock. Lids heavy, my chin dropped to my chest as I watched him roll it down and pull it free. His gaze met mine as he worked the other one off.
Fuck.
The light swirling in his deep brown eyes was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
He rose, his eyes still locked onto mine.
“I want to feel something good tonight. I want to feel you,” he told me.
I knew how hard it must have been for him to say those words. It didn’t matter how much he wanted it, the fact that he’d let me know how he felt meant so much to me.
It was then that I knew I’d give him anything he ever wanted. All he had to do was ask for it. And maybe, not even that.
“I want you, Jamie,” he whispered as he closed the little distance between us. “I want all of you.”
