When You Were Mine [Second Chances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Michelle Roth

  The ache between her thighs only intensified at his warning.

  He continued to pinch and stroke her nipples, his touches becoming less gentle, until she was on the verge of coming apart from his hands on her breasts alone. When he finally released her hands and cupped her aching pussy, he let out a soft groan.

  As he dipped his fingers between her drenched folds, he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

  On edge, Cora nodded. All she would need was a gentle rush of air against her aching clit at this point.

  “Not yet,” Jamie said as he sank two fingers deep inside her.

  Cora let out a breathless gasp of protest and then bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he began to steadily fuck her with his fingers.

  “Can you wait? Can you do that for me?” Jamie asked as he slid his free hand around to cup the back of her head.

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching. Low in her belly, she could feel the tension building. He had been touching her for less than a minute and she was on the verge.

  Jamie stilled his hand and slid his fingers out of her sopping cunt. “I could just stop, then.”

  “I’ll wait,” Cora hastened, desperate for his touch.

  He pressed his fingers back into her and said, “Good girl.”

  Cora rocked herself against his hand, even though that only made the growing tension worse. The goal had always been to have an orgasm. She had never deliberately tried to hold it back.

  When Jamie’s thumb moved to rub against her swollen clit, she shuddered against him and said, “Please let me come.”

  “Not yet, baby,” he said softly.

  Panting, Cora tried to shift her hips so he wasn’t rubbing against her so firmly. She tried to think about anything but the slide of his fingers, as he massaged her inner walls. There was no way she would be able to hold on.

  He held her firmly against the door. She couldn’t escape the rubbing of his thumb and his fingers as they stroked inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Her breathing grew erratic as she tried to fight off the impending orgasm.

  Seconds later, Jamie gripped the back of her hair roughly and said, “Now. Come for me, Cora. Quietly.”

  Cora bit down on her lip and shuddered silently against the door as the orgasm she’d been holding back tore through her. She came so violently that it almost hurt. Back arched, she worked her hips against his hand until the pleasure finally abated.

  Her eyes flickered open eventually and she saw that he watched her with pleasure written all over his face. She unclenched the hands that she’d balled into fists and pulled his mouth back down to hers for a kiss. Blindly, she steered them back to the bed until she felt the press of the bed against the back of her thighs.

  Together they climbed onto the bed, with Jamie lying in the cradle of her thighs. When he moved to get up, he said, “Protection.”

  Cora shook her head and said, “I’m on the pill.”

  He settled back down between her thighs, poised at her entrance and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  “Absolutely. Be with me.”

  Jamie pressed his hips forward, burying himself inside her on a soft groan of pleasure.

  “That feels so good,” Cora moaned softly as she rocked her hips against his.

  He whispered, “Amazing.”

  She rolled her hips against his, reveling in the feeling of skin against skin. Cora had an overwhelming urge to cry out, but instead she bit her lip and dug her nails into his back. She could already feel another explosive orgasm building. Jamie seemed to know exactly how she needed to be touched.

  Jamie propped himself up on one elbow and let his other hand drift down to her breasts. He teased her nipples, alternating between light touches and rough pinches for long minutes. Cora shuddered against him, on the edge of coming again.

  Eventually, he said, “I can feel your tight little cunt clenching around my cock, baby. I don’t know how long I can hold on.”

  He released her nipple from his between his fingers and sought out her swollen clit. When he gave it a rough pinch, Cora saw tiny explosions of light behind her tightly clenched eyelids as she found release. Jamie, mere seconds behind her, emptied himself inside her as he bit down on her shoulder.

  Jamie rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed. He gasped for air next to her, and eventually said, “Wow.”

  Cora lay there, her muscles lax, the slow hum of release rolling through her body. She felt like her vocal cords were singed. She moved her arm blindly along the bed, until she made contact with Jamie’s hip bone, wanting some sort of contact.

  Eventually, Cora managed to move over and snuggle into the crook of Jamie’s arm. As his fingertips traced over her sweat-slicked skin, she gestured toward the door.

  “That,” she said. “I’ve never done that before. It wouldn’t have even occurred to me that I would enjoy it but...wow.”

  “I hadn’t either,” Jamie admitted.

  Cora arched an eyebrow in question and asked, “Really?”

  “That was just one of many things that I always wanted to do with you. I was afraid I’d scare you, way back when.” His voice low, he asked, “Can you imagine if I had tried to spank you? You’d have freaked out.”

  They both laughed quietly for a minute before Cora agreed, “Maybe.”

  Jamie grinned and said, “Definitely.”

  “Probably,” Cora conceded. Intrigued, she asked him, “Tell me more about this list?”

  He chuckled and said, “I dunno, baby. Think you can handle it?”

  “Oh,” she said softly as she grazed his cock with her fingertips. “I think I can handle it.”

  When it hardened, he flipped her on to her back and pressed his mouth down on hers. Cora knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. She certainly didn’t mind that a bit.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Between the travel and the weekend at his mother’s house, by the time Monday rolled around Jamie needed a break. He knew, with the Shinobi deal that a break was nowhere in sight. He really needed to work on his time management.

  Cora had stayed at his place last night. When they’d gotten back from his mother’s, they’d both been exhausted. After ordering a pizza, they’d gone to bed early. Neither of them had gotten more than an hour or two of sleep the night before.

  “C’mon, Cora,” Jamie complained. “Hurry up. I don’t wanna hit traffic!”

  He rolled his eyes when he heard her muffled reply from the bathroom, “Keep your pants on, Jamie. I’m almost ready!”

  A moment later, Cora stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed her heels, purse, and briefcase.

  “Ready,” she said.

  They were a little bit late as they did end up hitting traffic, but they still made it to the office a few minutes after nine. As they walked up the hallway toward her office, he got ready to bid her good-bye, then felt her stiffen against his side.

  A familiar-looking man stood in front of her office, pacing. It took Jamie a minute to place him. Bryce Wallace. Jamie fought his instinctive urge to punch the man in his face and asked her, “Do you need a minute or do you want me to come with you, baby?”

  Cora tightened her hold his arm and walked toward her office door.

  “What, Bryce?”

  “Good to see you too, Cora,” he said, quietly. “Celia made me wait in the hallway.”

  Cora struggled to keep an even tone when she said, “Bryce. This is Jamie Connolly. Jamie, this is Bryce Wallace.”

  Bryce sized him up for a moment before he stuck a hand out to greet him. Jamie shook his hand and murmured the appropriate greeting even as he pictured his fist plowing into Bryce’s smug face.

  “Anyway. I know you don’t want to see me, but...I wanted to stop by and give you this.” Bryce held a paper out to her. “I pushed your restraining order through. We’re trying to serve him with it, but we can’t locate him. He s
kipped out on his P.O. and isn’t staying at his last known address anymore. I saw the paperwork come through and called in a few favors.”

  He had the grace to look more than a little embarrassed when he added, “It’s the least that I can do, considering how things ended.”

  Cora blinked at him and said, “Thank you for this. Really.”

  “You’re welcome. Take care,” he said, and after giving Jamie a nod, he walked toward the elevator.

  “Well that wasn’t awkward, right?” Cora asked.

  Jamie smiled and said, “Course not. You okay?”

  “Yep. And I got my restraining order.”

  “Good,” he said, feeling a swamping sense of relief as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m probably going to work straight through lunch. See you tonight?”

  “I’ll stop by when I’m ready to go,” Cora promised. “Have a good day.”

  “You too,” he said, as he turned to walk down the hallway.

  Jamie managed to work through the majority of remaining smaller jobs that he’d booked by five, so he was able to shift gears and focus specifically on the Shinobi campaign. He was also able to work out a doable time line that wouldn’t kill him.

  He had even managed to make some progress on tomorrow’s to-do list by the time Cora showed up. She poked her head into his office and said, “Hey you.”

  He glanced up at her and said, “Hey. Good day?”

  She nodded, then studied him and asked, “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” he said. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and added, “Long day. Let me just save up and we can get out of here. I’m beat.”

  “It was a long weekend,” Cora agreed.

  A few minutes later they were headed out to his car in silence. He was in a shitty mood. He’d been thinking about the encounter with Bryce outside of her office all morning. All desire to punch the guy in the face aside for what he had done to Cora, there was something about the man that rubbed Jamie the wrong way.

  It was jealousy, he realized. Pure and simple. He fucking hated the fact he wasn’t able to protect Cora. Physically, sure. The restraining order thing had really been bothering him. As much as he’d been grateful that Bryce had pushed through the order of protection, Jamie hated that he hadn’t been able to give her that peace of mind.

  They drove back to her place in complete silence. Cora had all but given up trying to make conversation. He would just apologize, drop her off and go beat the hell out of a speed bag at the gym. Maybe that would help him work this stupid anger out of his system.

  When he walked her to her door, he said, “I’m beat. I’m just gonna hit the gym and then head home, okay?”

  Cora studied him for a minute and asked, “How about we talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you first.”

  Jamie rubbed a hand through his hair and said, “Nothing’s wrong, baby. I’m just tired.”

  Cora opened her door and stepped inside. When she turned to face him, disbelief was written all over her face. She said, “Sure thing.”

  “Don’t do that,” he said, following her inside.

  “Do what?” she asked.

  “Get pissed at me for leaving,” he said, feeling bone-tired.

  “I’m not mad that you’re going, Jamie. You’re a grown man. Do what you like. I’m annoyed because you’re lying to me. That’s entirely different.”

  “Ya know what?” he said, deliberately keeping his voice calm. “I don’t wanna fight. I’m just gonna get going.”

  “Do what you’ve gotta do,” Cora snapped back at him.

  He watched as she tossed her purse and jacket onto the couch, then walked into the kitchen. He swiped a hand through his hair, more frustrated now than ever. That, he acknowledged, had not gone well.

  He moved into the kitchen and watched as she calmly made herself a salad, and then asked, “Are you just not talking to me now, Cora? Is that it?”

  “I left the room because you said you wanted to go. I’m hungry and now I’m pissed off. Just go if you’re going to go.”

  “Pissed off? What did I do?”

  “How you don’t collapse under the weight of the irony is beyond me. Two weeks ago you made me feel like shit because I was scared and didn’t know how to talk to you about it and now here we are. Clearly you’re upset about something or other. Yet you point-blank lied to my face about it. If you want space to work through it, then tell me. That’s fine. At least be honest with me about it, though.”

  He winced, realizing she was right.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said, trying to explain. “I’m angry and it’s stupid, Cora. Completely fucking irrational.”

  “So,” she countered.

  “Your ex,” Jamie said, rubbing his eyes and wishing he could be just about anywhere else but here, having this conversation.

  “This is about Bryce,” Cora asked, confused.

  “Yes. I told you it was irrational. As much as I appreciate him coming through on the restraining order, I fucking hate that he had to do it for you,” Jamie confessed.

  “This is about a stupid fucking piece of paper?”

  “The fact that I’m even remotely jealous of that prick really bugs me.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Yeah. Jealous. I don’t like that he did something for you that I couldn’t. I told you it was irrational. I’m angry for no real reason, and I get that. I’m frustrated and there’s this part of me just wants to drag you into the bedroom then fuck you until there’s no way you can forget who you belong to. I know—”

  “Wait a minute,” Cora said, holding up a hand to stop him. An eyebrow raised, she asked, “Who I belong to?”

  Cora crossed the room and stood so close to him that he had to look down at her. He saw mix of shock, anger, and something else he couldn’t define cross her face. It made him nervous.

  “If you’d just let me finish what I was saying, Cora. I know—”

  “And just who is it that I belong to?” she asked, cutting him off once again, anger clearly in her voice.

  “Don’t push me, Cora,” Jamie warned her, taking a step back. “You know who you belong to.”

  She was standing so close to him that she could probably feel his hard-on. Inappropriate as it was, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Equal parts of jealousy and desire raged through him. The fact that she was pressed up against him didn’t help matters either.

  She gripped his dress shirt in her fists and all but dared him. “Show me,” she said.

  Jamie lost all control of rational thought as he cupped the back of her head and crushed his mouth down on hers. All rough hands, he fumbled with the button on her slacks until it opened then shoved them down along with her panties.

  Roughly, he led her over to her kitchen table. He fisted a hand in her hair and pressed her down so she rested on her forearms. Jamie cupped her soaked pussy and said, “This is mine. Say it, baby.”

  “It’s yours,” she responded automatically, her voice breathy.

  He dipped his fingers between the folds and rubbed his fingers over her clit until she gasped.

  “What is?” he asked her.

  “My pussy,” she gasped out as he started rapidly moving his fingers against her swollen flesh. “My pussy is yours, Jamie.”

  “I didn’t quite hear you, sweetheart. What was that?”

  Her voice raised, she cried out, “It’s yours, Jamie. My pussy is yours.”

  Moving his hand, he drove three fingers up inside her and felt her clamp down on them immediately as she came against his hand.

  “Baby,” he said, roughly. “I didn’t give you permission to come, yet. That’s my pussy, remember?”

  Cora moaned and pressed back against his hand.

  Jamie withdrew his fingers, rubbed his fingertips along the smooth skin of her ass, and then asked, “You know what bad girls get, don’t you?”

  “Punished,” Cora answered softly.

  “That’s right,
” he said. A moment later, Jamie leaned down, his mouth against her ear and said, “Stop me if it’s too much, baby. I mean it.”

  Her voice was a little breathy when she answered him back, “Okay.”

  He started with a few light slaps against her ass cheeks, then rubbed his hand over her slightly pink flesh, briefly dipping his hand back between her thighs.

  When she started to rock back against it, he pulled his hand back and gave her a light slap directly on the pussy. Her shocked, broken cry had him hesitating until she said, “Oh god.”

  “Did you like that?” he asked, almost conversationally, as he rubbed a hand against her pink ass cheeks.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Please. Again.”

  He landed five more slaps to her ass, and the last directly against her pussy again.

  This time she said, “Please. I can’t take anymore. I need your cock inside me.”

  Immediately, he released her hair, fumbled with his belt, and then opened the fly of his slacks. Lining himself up with her opening, he slowly worked himself into her. She was extremely tight and could feel her clenching around him already.

  Jamie gripped her hips and began to fuck her in long, slow strokes. When she began to work back against him, trying to control the pace, he said, “Greedy girl. I can already feel you clenching around me.”

  “Harder. Please,” Cora begged. “I need—”

  Jamie reached forward, wrapping his hands around her shoulders. Seconds later, he increased both the pressure of speed of her thrusts until the only thing he could hear were her cries and the slapping of skin on skin.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, when he felt her clamp down on him. “God damn, baby. You’re so tight.”

  He lost count of how many times she came, clutching his dick like a vise. Finally, he had let himself go when she begged him to come inside of her. The combination of her words and the sated exhaustion of her voice had been too much.

  He pulled out of her and moved to lean against the wall. He watched as her arms gave out and her sweat-slicked body collapsed against the table. Concerned, he summoned the strength to lift her into his arms.

  His own knees were wobbly, so they only made it to the kitchen floor. He cradled her in his lap and pressed soft kisses against her skin, murmuring apologies until her erratic breathing slowed down.