Pulling my shirt and pants off, I quickly had a shower and pulled some shorts and a T-shirt out of my suitcase, and as I checked myself in the mirror, I added the wristband. “My new favourite accessory.” I joked.
“Come on, child. Let’s go use it then.”
It sounded corny even in my mind, but walking into the park was nothing short of enchanting and magical. Wrapping my arm at Jamie’s back was the best. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”
He looked up at me. “I am, aren’t I? No, just kidding. We are that. Together.”
Wandering around, talking about nothing and everything, I still couldn’t get over the extent he’d gone to for me. For us. “Look!” I pointed. “Buzz Lightyear.” I started to jog and looked back to see Jamie grinning. “Come on.”
As we walked past the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad rollercoaster, I dragged Jamie along. “Come on.”
He looked at a ride with spinning teacups and pointed at it. “That’s more my kinda thing.”
“Let’s go then,” I said.
“No, you ride the coaster and I’ll watch.” He hugged me and pulled me along. “It’s totally fine. The way your eyes lit up, you need to do it. I’m a scaredy cat.”
“Yes, my scaredy cat.” I kissed him before I left.
He stood at the ride entrance as I lined up. Getting in one of the railroad carts felt exhilarating. As the ride moved, I held on tight. Through the twists and turns, I yelled and gasped and smiled from ear to ear the whole time.
Walking off and seeing Jamie there waiting for me made me smile all over again. I opened my arms to him, hugging him in tight when he was close enough. “Wow, that was a thrill, but for sure you wouldn’t have made it.”
“Hey,” he smirked, “I could have. Just might have left thumb-like bruises on your arm from squeezing so hard while trying to survive.”
I grabbed his hand, and as we went towards the teacups—for, of course, I wasn’t letting him miss out on that—I saw some Pride Mickey Mouse ears in a store window. “Oh, we have to have those.”
“Oh yes.”
We walked into the store and after I paid for the two pairs, I asked if they could cut off the price tags. Then I handed them both to Jamie. He plopped a pair on his head and then I lowered mine a bit so he could put one on me. Afterwards, we continued to the teacup ride and explored some more.
“Can you believe how fun that was?” Jamie said as we came out of the Indiana Jones Adventure ride. He glanced over at me and I looked away. “Carter? What is it?”
“I feel …” I faked throwing up at the side and then turned back to him with a grin. “Fabulous. That’s one we’re trying again. Now let’s go find the food because I’m starving.” I almost had a skip in my step as we looked for somewhere to eat. “What do you fancy?” I turned to ask Jamie.
“Very funny,” he said, elbowing me playfully. “The Mexican place we passed earlier?”
“Yes! Let’s go. And then later we have to see the castle in the dark. Haven’t you dreamed of that?”
He was shaking his head.
“Sorry. Am I overtaking this trip? I really want it to be for us.”
Jamie smiled adorably at me. “No, not at all. I love being here with you and seeing your joy.”
I pulled him closer and hugged him to me, kissing him on the head. “I could never come before. I’d never do this without you. So thank you for bringing me. I think in my mind, it really has been our trip.”
“This is the best surprise ever—to be here with you.”
After dinner we went to chill out at the hotel for a while. I perused the information package and Jamie lounged on the sofa. It was perfect.
“I’m so full. No more rides tonight, okay?” Jamie threw his arm over his face, sighing dramatically.
“Okay, but what about churros? We could go for a moonlight stroll.”
“Maybe.” He got up. “Or we could have fun here in the room.” The lewd wink he gave me left nothing to the imagination.
I pulled him closer to me and proceeded to undo his jeans. Rubbing his cock under the thin fabric of his underwear, I felt it grow under my touch. He held onto my shoulders as I lowered myself and pulled them down. His cock popped out and I licked it underneath from root to tip and then sucked on the end.
Wrapping my tongue around the head, I heard his gasps and then moved off. His whine above me turned me on. I loved that I could make him come undone. I engulfed his cock again and hollowed out my cheeks.
“Carter. Fuck you, you wanker.”
I pulled off. “That’s for later.”
He slapped me cheekily as he held the base of his cock.
Opening my mouth, Jamie knew exactly what I wanted. Just at the right angle, he pumped a few times and when he started to spurt, I wrapped my mouth around him, ensuring I didn’t miss a single drop. Then I licked my lips clean.
“Turn around,” his voice said deeply. My cock hardened as I did as he asked. Leaning over the chair, I widened my stance. I could sense he moved away and then returned. Pulling down my shorts and boxers, he slapped my cheek and then I felt his tongue flat against my crease.
My cock grew harder as his tongue darted in my hole. “Fuck. A bit more. I need more.”
A bottle clicked then he lubed up his fingers though didn’t push them in yet. Instead, he licked, prodded, and let his tongue do some sort of amazing magic trick. Precum started to drip from my cock.
One of his hands wrapped around to stroke my cock. I tried to keep my balance on the chair and it just intensified all the feelings, all my nerve endings. “Dammit.”
“Don’t you dare come yet.” The fingers of his other hand slipped inside and I immediately squeezed around them. He scissored them, working me and giving me unfathomable pleasure. “Ahhhh …” I grunted and groaned and felt muscles in my legs I didn’t know existed.
Jamie tapped one leg. “Put this one up.” I had one leg kneeling on the chair, and at the new angle, he hit that sweet spot and I convulsed from the most beautiful sensations as his warm palm still surrounded my cock.
Spilling all over his hand and the chair, I let out a combination of moans and sounds I didn’t even recognize as my own. “Ohhhh … oh.” I let go of the back of the chair and collapsed, barely able to stay upright. Sweat had built up on my skin and the blasts of cold from the air-conditioning made me shiver.
Jamie caught me around my waist and rubbed my back gently. “I’ve got you.” He caressed me and with my shorts and boxers still around my calves, he somehow coaxed me over to the couches as I let out shallow breaths. “Damn, that was hot.” Jamie sat at the end of the couch with my legs over his lap and rubbed them.
He leaned his head back and said, “Tell me about it. We’d make lots of cash if that was made available for online viewing.”
“No. This is real. Just for us,” I bit out, surprising even myself at my hostility and forcefulness. “I’m not sharing you, or that with anyone.”
Jamie smiled at me. “I know. I was totally kidding, but I’m so glad we’re on the same page. I’m not sharing you either. Ever. Can you move at all? I thought we could walk over to see the castle all lit up.”
“Could you just throw me in a backpack or wagon or something? Then I might make it.”
His voice sounded songlike. “There’ll be churros and probably ice cream.”
Somehow I got my second wind and jumped up to get in the shower—alone. We agreed not to go together or we’d really never get out of the room.
As we walked the streets, it was still quite busy, and predictable as it sounded—magical. The castle was lit up in front of us and I dragged Jamie along with me.
“Wow,” he said, as we stood in front of the castle that we, and probably everyone we knew, had seen so many photos of—but to see it right before our eyes was magnificent.
“I know.” On impulse I grabbed his hands so he was facing me. “Jamie, you are everything to me. I could never, I knew”—looking down, I was sudde
nly shy—“somehow even back in school, that I could never come here without you. I didn’t know if I’d ever get to. But to be here with you is the best thing in the world. The best thing ever. I know we went through many highs and lows.”
Jamie smiled at me, his eyelashes somehow appearing longer, and bit his lip.
I pulled him into me, lifting him up, and he wrapped his legs around me. “I love you, Jamieson, more than anything.”
He peppered kisses all over my face. “I love you too, Carter. I always have and always will.” Then he dropped down from my grasp, and I pulled him in front of me, cuddling him in close. I wasn’t sure how long we stood looking up at the castle.
29
JAMIESON
It was Carter’s big night. We were in his bedroom and I looked up at him while I finished straightening his tie. Antoni had supplied him with a fabulous burgundy suit that fit him like a glove. The navy in the tie set it off perfectly.
He was bouncing from foot to foot. I flattened my hands across his upper chest. “I’m proud of you. So proud. You got this.” Then I turned him towards the mirror. “There, handsome as ever.”
“Thanks. I’m just nervous. There are models from all over the country nominated and …” he trailed off.
“Win or lose, you are still number one to me. Okay. Now let’s go and enjoy the evening.” I took hold of his hand.
“Wait—” he grasped my suit jacket. “You look superb, Jamie.” He gave me a quick kiss.
We got settled at the Mayfair table, along with Marshall, Stuart, Rutledge, Brenna, and a few other people I didn’t really know. They all congratulated Carter as we sat down. I squeezed his thigh under the table.
Marshall leaned over to him. “So proud of you, man. You deserve this.”
The atmosphere was electric and after some small talk, the awards show got under way. I clapped when necessary but was anxiously awaiting Carter’s moment.
Marshall discreetly left, which I found sort of strange. What he if he missed Carter’s award moment on the stage in front of us. If there was that moment, I had to remind myself. I squeezed my hands together a bit too tightly. I was nervous for him, but also excited.
I let out a deep breath and then the screen lit up with Fashion Icon of the Year. Wait, who was that on the stage? No! Marshall.
Carter elbowed me. “Did you know about this? He’s presenting the award.”
Both Stuart and I were shaking our heads. “No, I swear. It’s a surprise to me too.”
Then we all focused on the stage as the lights went down. Marshall started to speak. “It is a great honour to present the award for Fashion Icon of the Year. This year’s nominees are Brad Heaton, Carter Hamilton, Mishel Godard, and Ashley Silk. Applause could be heard after each nominee.
Marshall undid the seal on the envelope. I tried not to let out a squeak or a gasp. I took a deep breath and bit my lip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carter straighten his shoulders beside me.
“And the winner is”—there was a drumroll and then Marshall’s voice—“Carter Hamilton.” Marshall looked surprised, but in a good way.
I leaned over to hug him and pat his back. He didn’t move. The spotlight shone on him and nothing. Stuart gave me a panicked look and I didn’t know what to do. I took his hand in mine. “Carter, look at me.” His eyes moved slowly towards mine. “You won, baby. Go up there and make me proud.” Having no idea if my little speech would make any difference, I could only hope for the best.
That seemed to do the trick because the deer-in-the-headlights look disappeared and he promptly got up and walked over to the stage. Marshall patted him on the back and then stepped to the side.
In front of the microphone was my man. I was so proud of him. The applause died down, and he gripped his award more tightly. “I want to thank everyone who voted for me and a big thank you to Mayfair Models as well, along with Brenna, Marshall, and everyone else who has helped me in my career.”
“Just to be nominated for this award is an honour.”—then he looked directly at me—“and I also want to thank the most important person in my life, Jamie. This night is made more special by you being here.”
I smiled at him, waiting for him to return to my side.
When he returned, there were hugs all around and he put his arm casually over the back of my seat, and leaned in to kiss me. Then he whispered in my ear to tell me I was the real prize of the night for him.
Epilogue
JAMIESON
A couple of weeks had passed since Carter’s award win. It had been a wonderful night. Now I had come to see him work, and as I sat on the luxurious sofa, watching him in his element, it was almost mystifying.
While I’d heard Carter and Marshall talk about modelling and had been to a few parties myself, I realized it was nothing like this.
Sure I was biased, but he was the most handsome man in the world. I could see why the talent scout had approached him in the park that day.
I knew Marshall and Carter were introduced to many people. There was a younger model named Rutledge, who was incredibly shy and quiet and seemed a bit overwhelmed, but he obviously just needed the right people to take him under their wing.
It was exciting to tag along with them for the day. I watched them get dressed, practice their pose, have their hair done, and make sure the clothing line’s shirts fitted perfectly.
“Is that really him. The Carter Hamilton.” I joked to Marshall, who was setting up the cameras. He looked relaxed in linen trousers and a plaid shirt.
“Yes, it’s really him,” he quipped back. “Maybe one day you could get his autograph.” We laughed together.
Carter came over then, kissing me before asking, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, seeing if I could get Rutledge’s autograph maybe.”
“Yeah, he said he’s the hottest model in here today,” Marshall piped up.
“Hey,” Carter ruffled my hair. “I’ll get you back for that later. I regret asking if you wanted to join us now.”
“Oh, you know you’re the best, most loveable, and the hottest one.” I stood up and reassured him.
“Get a room!” Marshall barked out.
I pointed my finger at him, as if telling him off. “Now, now, don’t be jealous of our love. We plan to be lovey-dovey until the end of time.”
Carter laughed at that, and said, “We sure do.” Then bent down to kiss me once more before going back to his work.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my editor Lisa who always has the best suggestions and listens to my craziness in the process.
Thank you to Sheryl and Wendy for your help and input.
Thank you to all the readers who have read my books and let me know they enjoyed the stories and characters. It means so much.
About the Author
Claire Castle grew up surrounded by books. She has loved reading for her whole life. Her true love is romance and HEAs. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found wearing comfortable leggings, drinking mocha, and petting her west highland white terriers. She loves collecting mugs and paperbacks of her favourite stories.
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