Page 54 of Chasing Wildflowers
I ease my fingers out of her tight heat, twisting slowly, watching as her body trembles, a strangled gasp leaving her throat.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, giving it a light slap.
I turn, sitting with my back against the front of the couch and drop my head back, resting it on the cushion, right between Lane’s silky thighs. My arms wrap around her thighs, pulling until she’s sitting on my face, like a queen sitting upon her throne.
I fuck her with my tongue, letting her taste and loud moans take me over, urging me on.
My lips latch onto her clit, sucking hard as I sink two fingers into her, thrusting slowly.
Her hips jerk. “Faster, please, Jameson. Make me come.” She begs, her voice laced with need.
I drive my fingers deeper, hooking them slightly as I flick my tongue against her tight bud. Her hips move faster, her moans becoming louder, more untamed.
“Come for me, Wildflower,” I murmur against her clit.
The vibration mixed with my command is enough to send her spiraling over the edge. She comes hard, screaming out my name, her release soaking my face.
I drink her in, not wanting to let a drop go to waste. Lane slumps against the back of the couch, completely spent. Straightening, I take a seat beside her on the couch and pull her onto my lap. I bring her mouth to mine, letting her taste herself.
“I want to pick the movies from now on,” I whisper, against her lips.
She sighs, content. “Fine by me.”
Twenty-two
Lane
I glance around the book store, making sure nobody is close enough to overhear. “Do you think it’s weird that Jameson and I haven’t talked about what happens between us when he leaves?” I ask Kam as I help her put a new shipment of books away.
Classical music plays softly in the background, and incense, something rich and warm, burns on the counter, adding to the already calming atmosphere.
“It’s been a month, so yes, it’s definitely weird. But you are also a flight risk, so he’s probably afraid to bring it up,” she shrugs, placing a stack of books neatly on a display table. “Why haven’t you brought it up? I thought things were going great?”
I bite my lip. “Lingering fears, I guess. Everything just feels too good to be true. What if he has a wife and kids he’s going back home to?”
She rolls her eyes. Her back is to me, but I still feel it. “Seriously, Lane. That man is head over heels coo-coo bananas for you. Plus, he has literally killed for you. He’s probably just too afraid of spooking you to bring it up. Use your big girl words and talk to him.”
My eyes dart around nervously. “We still don’t know for sure he did it,” I remind her.
Technically, that’s true. He asked if it would change how I felt about him. He never actually came out and said he did it.
She turns, hands finding her hips as she gives me an expectant stare.
I roll my eyes, placing another book on the shelf. “Do you ever get tired of being right?”
“Nope.” Her lips pull up in a cocky grin. “So now that that’s out of the way, I have a very important question that I’m dying to know.”
I eye her cautiously. “What?”
With Kam, it could be anything from ‘Do you want to go out to dinner tomorrow?’ to ‘Do you want to run naked across Mr. Smith’s field?’
Something wedefinitelydidn’t do after too many shots of tequila and a very rowdy game of truth or dare.
“Is he big everywhere?” Kam asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
A laugh bursts from my lips. “Very.”
She holds out her hands, palms facing each other. “Just nod your head when I should stop,” she says, slowly moving her palms further apart until I nod.
