I gently bite her neck as I slide into her from behind, stopping once I’m in as deep as I can go. This position makes her even tighter than she already was, so I have to be careful I don’t come too fast.
I want her to come first. She’ll always get pleasure before I do. That’s how it works with me.
She throws her head back and bites her bottom lip, moaning out as I begin moving inside her, starting out slow at first, before I speed up, taking her hard.
“Oh shit, Jameson. You feel so good.” She repositions herself so she’s leaning over the counter, gripping onto the edge as I pound into her, going harder as faster with each thrust. “I’m about to . . .”
She cries out her release, her body shaking as her pussy clenches around my dick.
I give her body a minute to come down from its high, before I pull out of her and pick her up, setting her down on the kitchen island.
Running my hands up her thighs, I move in between her legs and press my lips against hers, as I slowly ease my way back inside her, kissing her through her sensitive moans.
“Bite me if you have to.”
I grip her hips with both hands and thrust in fast and hard, causing her to bite into my shoulder and scream as I take her.
“Can I come inside you?” I ask against her ear.
She nods and digs her nails into my back. “I’m on the pill.”
Her approval has me slamming into her a few more times, before I bury myself as deep as I can go and come inside her. We both moan into each other’s mouth, her coming undone at the same time.
I swear I could stay like this all night with her.
Our naked bodies plastered together. Us breathing against each other as we come down from our high.
This moment feels so fucking real.
Brooke is meant for me. I know this more now than ever.
Cole will have no choice but to accept that.
I’m making her mine . . .
Brooke
HOLY SHIT. I CAN’T BREATHE.
How the hell am I supposed to breathe when Jameson just took me, bare, and came inside me.
I’ve never felt anything so passionate in my life. Not even both boys taking me at the same time had me fighting for air, the way I am at this very moment, here in Jameson’s arms.
His body against mine, his strong arms holding me tight, is the best thing in the world to me right now.
I never want this moment to end.
“You okay?” Jameson kisses the side of my neck, before working his way back up to my mouth. “Relax and breathe . . .”
I close my eyes and work on steadying my breathing, but the moment his lips meet mine, it becomes hard to breathe again.
This man is going to be the death of me.
“How am I supposed to breathe with your sexy lips on mine?” I smile against his mouth and run my hands through his sweaty hair. “Or this sexy body?”
He growls against my lips, before kissing me hard and deep. “I’m wondering the same thing.” He smiles as I slap his chest. “I meant your sexy lips and body. Not mine.”
I shake my head and bite his lip, causing his grip on the back of my head to tighten. “Mmm . . . bite me again and I won’t give you a chance to breathe. Biting turns me on, baby.”
His body towers over mine, plastering me against the countertop as he kisses my neck. It has my heart going crazy and my stomach filling with butterflies.
I jump when his teeth nip my neck, totally not expecting it at this moment. “Ouch!”
He laughs against my neck and then stands up, pulling me up to sit up straight. “I’ll look for some blankets so we can make a bed in the living room for tonight. We’ll get your bedroom set up this week.”
I find myself smiling like a silly little girl. “You’re spending the night?”
He nods his head and then pulls me in for a kiss. “Of course I am. There’s no way I’m allowing you to feel lonely, your first night back in the house. I’m not going anywhere.”
Happiness swarms through me, making my insides warm and cozy at the thought of Jameson and I spending the night together.
This is real. This moment is really happening.
I know I should feel somewhat guilty, but I just can’t. Not right now.
All I want is to wrap myself up in Jameson’s arms and feel his heart beating against me as I fall asleep.
And that’s exactly what is happening.
Twenty minutes later, Jameson has the floor all set up with a huge pile of soft, fluffy blankets, and he’s pulling me down into his arms, holding me against him.
He’s holding me tight as if he doesn’t want to let go.
This moment is perfect and I know for a fact it wouldn’t feel this way with anyone else but Jameson . . .
Jameson
WAKING UP WITH BROOKE IN my arms was one of the best feelings I’ve had in a long time.
Not to mention I slept like a fucking baby last night. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve slept through the whole night, without waking up and thinking for hours, allowing stress to overwhelm me.
Having her wrapped in my arms makes me feel at peace. It seems to keep all the negative bullshit out of my head and allows me to feel happy for once.
She’s special to me and I plan to make sure Cole knows that. He might hate me for a while or even for good, but I can’t turn my back on Brooke.
I tried and it didn’t work. I won’t attempt it again. Even if it means losing Cole’s friendship.
Leaving her alone was the hardest shit I ever had to do. It killed me and ate at me, making it impossible.
I smile as Brooke comes out of my bathroom, still dressed in the t-shirt I gave her this morning when we came to my house.
I wanted the chance to spend the day with her, to just relax in bed and watch whatever TV shows or movies she’s into.
Doesn’t matter to me just as long as she’s in my bed and in my arms.
My house seemed like the best place to go so I could show her just how welcome she is in my home.
I want her to be able to show up at any time and know she’s free to do whatever she wants here.
She’s my woman and she’ll always get anything and everything she wants. Her needs will come first.
“Come here . . .” I pull her back into bed with me and roll over on top of her, pulling the sheet over our heads.
Her laughter fills the sheet, causing me to smile against her lips before I kiss her. “This might just end up being the third time today we’ve had sex. I’m not sure you can handle anymore of me.”
“Is that right?” She nips my lip, before tugging on it with her teeth. “I think it would be the fourth, actually. You’re horrible at counting.”
“Maybe I wasn’t keeping count,” I say against her lips. “Everything’s a blur when it comes to having you in my arms. I can barely remember my own fucking name from seeing you naked. Fuck. . . . Brooke. You have me losing my mind.”
“I like hearing that . . .” She runs her hands down my chest, before lowering them down my abs and then my dick.
Without hesitation, she spreads her legs and guides it to her pussy, allowing me to slowly enter her.
“Mmmm . . .” she moans, with her mouth pressed against my bicep. “I could stay here all day with you.”
I hold the sheet over our heads with one hand, while gently grabbing her head with the other as I begin moving inside her.
Even after all the times we’ve had sex since last night, it still amazes me at how good it feels to be inside her.
I know she’s sore by now, so I’m gentle this time, being sure not to hurt her as I slowly grind my hips between her thighs.
The feel of her bare pussy, hugging my dick has my insides going crazy. I still can’t believe I’m inside her this way.
It’s not long, before I feel her clench down around me as she shakes below me from her orgasm.
I follow not long after, pushing in deep and letting go inside her aga
in.
After finding out no other man has been inside her this way, I don’t think I’ll be able to have sex with her and not want to fill her with my come.
Brooke is mine in every fucking way.
She kisses me and rolls us over, running her fingers over my chest as she straddles me. “Looks like we’ll have to shower, again.”
“We will . . .” I pull her face down and kiss all over it, making her smile. “When we feel like it. I don’t have anywhere to be for another three hours. Just relax and let me cater to you.”
Grinning, she hops off me and rushes to the bathroom to most likely clean up a bit. She comes back a few minutes later and crawls back into my arms, relaxing as I rub her body.
We’ve spent most of the day talking about our lives, filling each other in on everything we feel like the other should know.
I’m not trying to rush all that stuff. The point of being with someone is getting to know all the little details along the way.
I know all the things I need to know about her at the moment. I’ve known just enough all along to know I wanted her in my life.
Right now, I just want to lay here in silence and take care of Brooke until I have to leave for the club tonight.
I want to enjoy this moment with her until I have to break the news to Cole and possibly take a few hits.
Hell, he might even kill my ass for this, but Brooke is worth it . . .
EVEN THOUGH BROOKE OFFERED TO be there when I tell Cole about the two of us, I want her as far away as possible in case he loses his shit and explodes.
She doesn’t need to see that.
I’m the man. I’ll take the heat for this.
I’m the one that couldn’t stay away from her even after Cole asked me to. I’m the one that barged into the house and decided to slam her against the wall and make her mine.
Therefore, I’ll be the one to take Cole’s anger. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before in the twenty years I’ve known his ass.
Leaning against the wall, I look around at the five poker tables, making sure none of these assholes look as if they’re about to try to run or some shit.
Rev went on his break fifteen minutes ago, so as soon as he comes back down, I’m out of this hot ass room and back upstairs with Cole.
Telling him here seems like shitty timing, but it’s the only way I’ll be able to get it out so I can go home to Brooke, without it being behind my best friend’s back. This can’t wait any longer.
Plus, it’ll keep us from ripping each other’s throats out . . . maybe.
I push away from the wall and walk around table number two, when I notice James do a quick look around the room as if he’s looking for me.
Sneaky little dick.
Do I really need to make my presence clear with this asshole? I think he truly enjoys me kicking his ass.
“Stay in your seat, James,” I say, while roughly pushing his shoulder down as he attempts to stand.
“I was just going to the bathroom. Can’t a guy take a piss?”
I shake my head and back away, when I notice Rev enter the room. “No. Hold it.”
“Keep your eye on James. Make sure if he gets up that it’s only to go to the bathroom. Hold his fucking dick for him if you have to. Maybe that’ll get the picture across.”
Rev laughs, while putting his earpiece back on. “He’s not going anywhere. Right, James?”
“Right,” James answers pathetically. “Not unless I want to get my ass kicked.”
“Good, boy,” Rev says with a smile. “See. I’ve been on his ass all night.”
“Alright, man.” I laugh and slap his back. “Call me if you need me to chase anyone down. I’m feeling like a little jog on this beautiful fucking night.”
“Will do.”
My eyes shoot over in James’ direction to see him rolling his eyes and mumbling something under his breath as he tosses down a card. He looks up at me, but quickly turns away when I flex my jaw in annoyance.
That’s right, asshole. I’m not in the mood tonight.
I point in James’ direction as I back up toward the door. “Try something tonight and I will break a hand or two this time. So unless you can play cards with your dick, I suggest you don’t leave this room. Got it?”
James’ eyes go wide and he quickly turns to Rev. “Is he allowed to do that?”
Rev just smiles and shrugs.
I turn and exit the room.
I feel my blood boiling with each step I take up the stairs, getting closer to the main floor and closer to Cole.
We haven’t spoken much tonight, but soon the crowd will start thinning out and we’ll have more free time to have our little chat.
It’s already slowed down enough up here that only one of us is really needed, so I make my way over to the bar and order a Jack and coke from Violet.
“You look tense. Sure you don’t need a shot to go along with this?” She sets the drink down in front of me and watches as I tilt it back. “I’ll be happy to pour you one or two.”
I shake my head. “Nah, I had Jayla make me about three of these on my break. This is fine.”
Violet smiles and eyes me over, seeming to lean in closer and closer, until she’s close enough to almost brush her lips against mine. “Have any plans tonight? I’m free and was hoping . . .”
I place my empty glass down and back away, not wanting her to get the impression I want her lips this close to mine. The only lips I want to taste are Brooke’s. “I’m taken, V.”
“Oh.” She looks shocked and disappointed as she reaches for the empty glass. “I thought you and Katie were done?”
“We are.” I look over to see Cole watching me from across the room, looking just as tense as I feel. “I fell for someone I wasn’t supposed to fall for.”
With that, I walk away, my muscles tensing the closer I get to Cole. It’s not just because of the fact I have to tell Cole about us, it’s the fact that every time I look at his face, I’ll be reminded he’s been inside Brooke.
That her naked, sweaty body has been pressed against his, Cole making her come for him, probably more times than I have.
Now that shit stings. I hate the thought of anyone else pleasuring her in that way.
Trying to keep my shit together the best I can right now, I step up beside Cole, causing him to pull his eyes away from some asshole, he’s been keeping in check. “This dude is about two seconds away from having the pleasure of my foot up his ass.” He crosses his arms and turns to face me. “Where the hell have you been? Rev got back from break almost ten minutes ago.”
I release a slow breath and run my hand through my hair, trying to think of the best way to lay this shit on him. There’s no easy way to tell him I’m making Brooke mine and we hooked up last night and numerous times today.
I’m a huge asshole for what I’m about to say.
“We need to talk about Brooke and this is not going to go well.” I watch as he stiffens, the muscles in his arms tightening. “I tried staying away from Brooke, but fuck me, I can’t do it anymore. I can’t. Not being with her was eating me alive and fucking with my head. Trust me, the last thing I wanted to do was fuck up our friendship and stab you in the back, but . . .”
He shakes his head, his hard eyes coming up to meet mine. “But you did, right? Is that what you’re about to fucking tell me, Jameson?”
“I thought I could do this shit and not let my heart get in the way, but I fell for her, man. I went and fucking fell for her like an asshole. I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to push her from my head and I couldn’t. You can hate me all you want, but I’m not backing down from her.”
“Then you didn’t fucking try hard enough, asshole,” he growls, getting in my face. “Tell me this. Did you fuck her? You better help like hell your answer is no. I swear to god . . .” He stops and runs his hands down his face, growling out his frustration. “Just . . . did you?”
I stand straight and look him in the eyes when I say it.
He may take a swing at me for it, but I’m not backing down. I’ll take what I deserve. I’ll be the first to admit it’s my fault he’s not with the girl he cares about. It’s my fault she wants me and not him. And it’s also my fault I want her too. “Yeah . . .”
His breathing picks up as he turns around and grips the wall, before punching it, repeatedly. “Fuuuuck! I should kill you right now.”
“And I probably deserve it,” I admit. “But to be fair. You started this shit.”
“How many times?” he asks from his place in front of the wall.
I shake my head and release a frustrated breath. He doesn’t want to know the answer to that. “Don’t ask me that shit. Doesn’t matter.”
He pushes away from the wall and walks back over to stand in front of me. “It matters to me.” He roughly points to his chest. “It matters because you knew I cared about her. I have for a while now and you went after her anyways. So fucking tell me.”
“Once last night,” I answer stiffly. “And a few times today.”
My answer has him swinging out, his fist connecting hard with my jaw.
My muscles flex as the pain shoots through my face, but I stand tall and take it like a man. He deserves to get one punch on me.
His face is livid with anger as he looks me over and moves in close as if he’s ready to take another swing.
“I expected that punch. I deserve it so I’ll take it. But don’t expect me not to swing back if you try that shit again.”
“Fuck you.”
With that, he swings out again, his fist connecting with my mouth this time.
Fire burns throughout my body, pure rage taking over as I elbow him in the face and then tackle him to the ground, wrapping my hand around his throat.
He swings at me, getting one more hit to my jaw, before my fist pounds repeatedly into his face, his blood covering my knuckles.
We only manage to get a few more hits on each other, before Rowdy is dragging me away from Cole, pulling me into a table we end up knocking over in the process.
“Grab Cole!” Rowdy shouts across the room to Rev.
Cole throws his arms up, pushing Rev away as he attempts to grab him. “Get the fuck off me. Don’t touch me, Rev.”
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