His hand pressed into my back and bent me over his bed before I could respond. I was lying flat on my stomach, my ass and pussy completely at his mercy. “Stop trying to distract me with your dick, Jameson. It’s not going to work.” I could hear the sound of his belt being undone and then his zipper lowering.
“Let’s be honest…”
I looked over my shoulder in time to see him tear open a condom wrapper and sheath himself.
“It usually works,” he boasted.
I moaned as he slowly sank himself deeply. I still wasn’t used to his monster cock, but my pussy couldn’t seem to get enough as it welcomed him with a tight grip and a sloppy wet kiss. “You’re going to be late,” I tried to reason as best as I could. It felt like the air had been stolen from my lungs.
“Then we’ll find somewhere else to stay,” he answered as he fucked me with short, hard thrusts. “I really don’t give a fuck.”
“This can’t be healthy,” I whined. “We need to talk about our issues.”
“So talk,” he encouraged.
Unfortunately, he chose that moment to hit a spot deep inside of me, and the only thing I could say was “Harder.”
Fuck it.
There was nothing either of us could say that would change the way we felt. We’d loved each other through the good and the bad—even when we didn’t want to.
Jamie suddenly leaned over, one hand planted on the bed above my head while the other lovingly moved my hair from my face. “I’m listening,” he insisted as he stroked me.
It was much too late, however. I was no longer capable of cognizant thinking. The only thing that mattered was getting more of his cock as deep inside of me as possible and maybe keeping him there. Sensing my thoughts, Jamie ruthlessly pounded me into the mattress until I came, all the while insisting that I had his full attention.
“Oh, my God! I love you!” I blurted just as my orgasm rippled through me. Even as the pleasure nearly blinded me, I realized what I’d done. I pounded the mattress with my fist and wasn’t sure if the scream that ripped from my throat was from pleasure or frustration. Maybe both. I’d meant it when I’d said I loved him, but I wasn’t supposed to say it yet. Not until I was certain I could stay.
God, I can’t do this to him again.
Jamie pressed gentle kisses to my shoulder soothingly as I rode the wave, and when I finally settled, he pulled out of me. Out of breath, I could do nothing but listen to the water run after he disappeared inside the bathroom. When he returned, he gently turned me over, then cleaned me up with a warm washcloth. I stared at his cock, now tucked inside his pants but still very much hard.
“You didn’t come.”
“Perceptive.” His tone was clipped, making me wince.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Jamie had told me he loved me two days ago. Surely, he’d be happy to hear it back finally? The truth was, I’d loved Jamie from the very first, and I never stopped. It no longer mattered that I hadn’t been ready to tell him. He deserved to know.
Jamie leaned over me, and I closed my eyes as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you later.”
Was that sadness I heard in his voice? I went to grab him, but he was already gone. My eyes flew open in time to see the door shutting behind him. My mind raced to replay everything that occurred after I’d uttered those fateful words, and then I gasped.
Did he know I hadn’t wanted to tell him?
Feeling my aching heart reaching out for Jamie, I grabbed his pillow, pushed my face into it, and screamed.
When it came to Jamie’s heart, it seemed I was fated to always do the wrong fucking thing.
“Are you sure about this?” Four asked as I dismounted from her bike. The ride over had been both exciting and harrowing. I was already eager to do it again.
“No.” I looked at the house where my childhood and the most precious parts of me were stolen. “But I have to.”
Especially now more than ever.
Once I get the evidence I needed, I could make Jamie see why I hesitated to tell him. Maybe he thought I hadn’t meant it or that I did mean it but didn’t want to be with him. Whatever was going through his mind right now, I was determined to nip it in the bud as soon as possible.
I wasn’t going anywhere, and Jamie was mine.
Four peered at the house behind me, probably hoping to reassure herself that no one was home. “Maybe I should come inside with you.”
I immediately shook my head. If I put Four in danger, Ever would never forgive me. He’d be pissed enough if he knew that I was here. I was sure he’d side with Jamie about me not coming back. I knew it was a huge risk, but for Jamie, I’d do whatever it took to keep him.
“You should go,” I said as I handed her the open-face helmet she called number six. I liked that it was red, shiny, and had Hellfire written on the side in white. She wore number thirteen. Another open-face that Ever had gifted to her this past Christmas. He’d designed the skull on the back with high, purple pigtails and in black grunge underneath the words Ever’s Wild Thang, giving it a Harley Quinn vibe. “If my father comes home early and he sees you, he’ll know I’m here. I can just ride my bike back.”
“But—”
I quickly shut her up by pressing my lips against hers and laughed when her eyes widened before blinking rapidly. When I pulled away from our awkward kiss, she watched me in that same curious way Jamie had when we were in Atlantic City.
“I don’t know why I was ever worried about you and Ever… you seem more attracted to me than him.”
Winking, I turned and walked away. It was true I had a bit of a girl crush on Four, but who wouldn’t? She was strong, badass, and reminded me so much of the girl I used to be. After eighteen years, I’d finally found a female I could call my friend.
I also realized that perhaps I was being a tad overzealous about that and should chill the fuck out.
Girl or not, Ever wouldn’t hesitate to kick my ass if he thought I was poaching on his territory, and I didn’t need his emotionally fragile cousin getting the wrong idea either. Jamie was who I wanted. He was more than just the person I’d fallen for. He was my soulmate.
I was surprised to find that my key still worked. The moment I stepped through the door, I heard the roar of Four’s motorcycle as she raced away and let out the breath I’d been holding.
The last thing I wanted to do was put my newfound friends in danger. I didn’t know how far my father would be willing to go to keep me here if I was caught.
So I guess I better not get caught.
Deciding not to leave anything up to chance, I checked all the rooms before retracing my steps back to my father’s office. Every Monday, my mother had her grooming appointment, and for as long as I could remember, she never missed it.
I pushed into my father’s office, knowing it wouldn’t be locked. It wasn’t that Elliot Montgomery had nothing to hide. He simply had no fear of his wife and daughter ever stepping out of bounds.
Well, today’s the day, asshole.
I took in the dark oak of his large desk, the matching wood-paneled walls, the plush furniture, and the remaining antiques he hadn’t sold off yet. This was the place where he’d spent so much of his time discussing selling me like I was his prized cow. All so he could keep his pretty things.