Page 41 of Rush

“I’ll be there.” Jameson nods and looks down at me. “We’re just heading out. Talk soon.”

Romeo waves and turns back toward the bar. We continue making our way out of the club and my heart starts racing with anticipation.

“Do you know Romeo from the garage?”

Jameson grunts. “Yeah. We’re both in the car scene.”

I let him guide me to where his truck is parked, and he buckles me in before sliding in the passenger seat. He pulls away from the curb and we’re soon heading back toward campus. We drive past my apartment and I panic.

“Wait! Where are we going?”

“Pretty Girl, I’ve been dying since I first saw you tonight to get you alone. Then you coordinate with my brother to give me the night free so we can celebrate your birthday. I’ve been hard as nails since I walked in that club and saw your beautiful body swaying to the music. Like hell are we going to your place, where our daughter and my brother are also staying,” he says passionately, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

Jameson huffs and grabs my hand with his free one, holding it tight until we get to his place. He parks his truck and orders me to stay put before coming over to my side and helping me out. My feet never touch the ground. Jameson scoops me up, carrying me bridal style inside the front door and up the stairs to his main entrance. I hold onto him tightly, trying to calm down the butterflies in my stomach. He finally gets the door open, and we stumble through. After, he kicks it closed behind him.

I don’t even get the chance to breathe before my back hits the wall, his hands running through my hair. I clutch his shoulders, and his mouth descends on mine. His lips caress mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and claiming it. My body is on fire and my hands reach down to start at the buttons on his shirt. Jameson breaks our kiss to yank his shirt open, sending a few buttons flying onto the floor. I reach for the hem of my dress, but his hands stop me at my sides.

“I know it's your birthday, but I want to unwrap my present tonight.” He declares while his teeth, tongue and lips kiss a path down the side of my neck. I arch into him, pressing my chest closer to his naked skin. I groan in his mouth and nod my head yes frantically. Only then does he move back slightly, just enough to grab under my hips and carry me down the hall to the bedroom.

Jameson sets me in the middle of the mattress and crawls over my body, his hands gliding over every inch of my exposed skin. Everywhere he touches, my body reacts, goosebumps cover my flesh, and it feels like I’m burning up on the inside. His fingers touch my ankle, and he lifts my foot, placing the heel against his bare chest while he unbuckles it. I watch helplessly, my insides melting under his heated stare as he removes first one shoe and then repeats the process on the other. When he’s done, Jameson’s hands skim up my bare legs and reach the hem of my dress. He fists the material and pulls it up my body, kissing every inch of naked skin along the way. I move to help get it over my head, and then I’m bare to him except for my strapless bra and panties.

Jameson groans and his head hangs down, his chin to his chest, breathing raggedly. “God you’re gorgeous. I’ve missed you so much.”

My legs wrap around his waist and I use the leverage to push myself up so I can be on my knees. His eyes widen and I reach for his belt buckle, giving him a saucy little smile as I do. Once the buckle is undone, I unsnap the button on his pants and lower them until he can kick them off. My fingers hook in his boxers and I pull them down too. He inhales loudly, his eyes becoming hooded when the back of my hand grazes his dick. “Sam.”

Feeling empowered, I lean down to taste him. My tongue moves across the tip of his cock and he hisses at the contact. It’s been so long, but I remember him teaching me what he liked. Taking my time, I slowly enjoy the taste of him, easing his length into my mouth. His hand moves into my hair, gripping the strands lightly.

“Oh, fuck.” He moans loudly into the space and I swallow more of him down. Running my tongue over the underside of his shaft, he grips my hair tighter, and I taste the first beads of cum. I move faster, hallowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can.

“Baby, you have to stop. I need to be inside you now.” He physically pulls me up to him, his fingers quickly flicking open the clasp on my bra and tossing it over his shoulder, followed by my panties. Jameson flips me onto my back with ease, his body hovering over mine. Our bodies are pressed against each other and the significance of the moment isn’t lost on me.

“Jameson,” I breathe out his name, my hands roaming over his torso, the hard ridges of his abdomen, and up to his shoulders and neck where I once again trace his tattoo lovingly with my fingertips.

He runs his hand over my chest, squeezing each of my breasts gently, rolling my nipples between his fingers before trailing his hand over my stomach to my aching core. My breath hitches, and he leans in, his lips ghosting over mine. Our eyes lock as one finger dips inside me followed by another. I gasp at the feeling. and my hips tilt up to meet his thrusting fingers. His thumb moves over my clit, and my eyes flutter. A few strokes and I’m already close to coming undone. Sensing my impending orgasm, Jameson removes his fingers and grabs the condom he had thrown on the bed earlier. I watch as he sheathes himself before pushing inside me. My legs wrap around his waist and lift up, pushing him deeper.

“You feel amazing, Sam. Nothing feels better than being inside you,” he says, kissing along the column of my neck, over my jaw, my cheeks and my eyes, before his lips meet mine. Our mouths are hungry, biting, tasting, and devouring each other while he moves in and out, slowly thrusting, trying to control himself. I squeeze as tightly as I can, my legs locking on his sides. “Ah fuck, Sam. This is going to be quick, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I nod my head, holding him tighter, already feeling my body responding, wanting to explode with him. Our eyes lock and he moves faster, his body slamming into mine. “Get there, Sammy. Come with me, please.”

Heat expands in my chest and I meet him thrust for thrust, his pelvis hitting my clit at just the right angle. He grinds into me twice more before I scream his name, feeling my body shatter from the release. I can feel his cock thicken inside me and he groans loudly into my neck, his arms holding me tight.

“That was fucking unbelievable. You’re amazing. God, I missed you.” His voice shakes, and his hands frame my face.

I reach up, my hands running through his hair, and bring my lips to his, kissing him deeply. “I love you.”

He curls around me, his forehead touching my chest, right where my heart is. “I love you more, Sammy.”

We stay that way holding each other, feeling the past settle and knowing the future is filled with possibilities. After a few minutes of recovery, we get up and clean up in his bathroom before he carries me back to the bed and slides us under the covers. I drift off to sleep feeling content, loved and right where I was always meant to be.

jameson

. . .

I’m not ready to let her out of my sight. I hate it every morning when she gets out of my bed. I can’t stand the amount of distance between us when I’m at work and she’s in class. How the hell am I going to survive being in Las Vegas for twenty-four hours when I can’t go more than two hours without feeling homicidal from not being with her. After Sam’s birthday, we became inseparable. Telling her I love her and having her say it back shattered the last few doubts and fears she’d been holding onto. The month since that night has been life changing. After making love all night and then that next morning, we met Johnny and Dylan for breakfast before grabbing some things at Sam’s apartment then spending the rest of the day at mine. And they never left. Sam has brought up staying at her place, but I shoot it down quickly, usually distracting her in other ways. Dylan has adjusted just like I knew she would. As long as she has both of us around, she doesn’t care where we’re at. This is what I’ve always wanted, the end goal. Every day I try to make Sam as comfortable as possible so that she never wants to leave.

I’m thankful that she is giving me a second chance and that we’re working on building forever. But it also makes me panic slightly knowing I have to leave her soon, and I can’t tell her the truth about where I’m going without her asking more questions. Romeo wasn’t just in town that night we ran into him at the club. He was there to check out a new supplier for car parts and wanted to set it up through my shop to order them before the next event. The biggest race of the year is next week in Las Vegas and winning could mean finally paying off the rest of Sam's college tuition for her final year. I have to go, yet the idea of leaving both my girls guts me. I fucking hate it.