I instinctively match each thrust as our bodies join as one. It’s as though they were always made for each other. He thickens more inside me, and I groan.
“You feel so good,” I cry out, and run my nails along his back. His muscles bunch and clench, and it’s strange how I like the idea of marking him, like the idea of seeing my scratches on his back come tomorrow.
“Maybe I am having second thoughts,” he whispers into my throat. “Maybe I want to keep on fucking you, Fallon.”
“Jamie,” I say as his thrust become harder faster. He shoves a hand between our bodies and presses down on my clit. “I…I…” I swallow, as my mind shuts down and pleasure races through me, centers between my legs.
“Let go, Fallon. Come all over my cock.”
I briefly pinch my eyes shut as sensations roar through me, grip my sex hard, and a second later, I’m vibrating all over his beautiful cock as it pistons into me. A soft moan of pleasure rises from my throat as my hot juice tickles my inner thighs and coats his cock.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, and throws his head back, his cock powering into me with blunt, hard strokes that are for him now. He pumps, and his eyes shut as he chases his own orgasm. I stop spasming, but squeeze my sex muscles and his body tightens. His grunts, and his face contorts and I’m sure I’ve never seen him look more beautiful.
“I feel you,” I cry out as he stills high inside me and spills his seed into my body.
“Fallon,” he growls as his cock continues to pulse. “Jesus, Fallon.”
I hold him tight, our hot wet skin clinging as he falls on top of me, still buried deep in my body. His breathing is harsh against my neck, and I rake my hands through his hair. We stay that way until he grows flaccid and pulls out. He rolls, pulling me with him, and I rest my head against his chest, taking pleasure and comfort in his strong heartbeat. My lids feel heavy, but I don’t want to sleep. No, I want to stay awake and enjoy every second of this for as long as I can.
His breathing changes, grows more shallow and when I think he’s fast asleep, I speak into the silence of the room.
“Thanks, Jamie.”
6
Jamie
“Thanks, Jamie.”
I was almost asleep when those sweet words, spoken so softly and so sincerely pull me from my slumber and have me wanting to bury myself in her again and again. I lift my head and glance at the beautiful woman falling asleep on my chest. As I gaze at her, one thing hits. I should go. I should run as far away as possible. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve to be in her bed, and more importantly I don’t deserve to be thanked. Not after everything that had happened. She lost Ethan because of me.
That thought gives me pause. My younger brother was wild and reckless and at times when we were growing up, he could be a real selfish prick. But he was my younger brother, and I loved him. Still, no man should ever make a woman feel bad about herself. A spike of anger prowls through my blood and burns me from the inside out. Then another thought hits. In the heat of the moment, Fallon said she hadn’t been touched in years. Were they no longer intimate, no longer having sex?
Speaking of sex, I told her I wanted more.
Not my wisest move, but in the heat of the moment, I knew one night was never going to be enough, not when it came to Fallon. Sweet Fallon, who, if I’m being honest, I’ve wanted for far too long now. But somehow, some way, I’m going to have to make last night enough. She deserves better than me in her bed.
Fallon makes a soft, content whimpering sound in her sleep, and her arm slides across my body, pinning me down. If I move now, I’ll wake her, and if she looks at me with those soft, sated eyes, I’ll never be able to make my escape. I have no choice but to stay put until she moves to her own side of the bed.
With that last thought, I try to quiet my mind, catch a few minutes of sleep before I sneak out under the cover of darkness. The next thing I know, the sound of Chase running in the hall wakes me. I turn and find a wide-eyed Fallon looking at me.
“Oh, no,” she says.
“Shit, I fell asleep,” I say. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Not your fault, Jamie. I fell asleep too.” She slides off her pillow, and goes deeper under the covers. “He shouldn’t see us like this.”
The bedroom door flings open, and I shift so Chase can’t see his mother’s outline beneath the sheets. Chase stands at the doorway and blinks.
“Daddy?” he asks, his eyes big and confused at seeing me in the bed, and my heart jumps into my throat.
“No, it’s me, bud,” I say, my voice a bit shaky. “Uncle Jamie.”
He rubs his sleepy eyes, and my throat tightens as he frowns. “Where’s Mommy?”
“How about some pancakes?” I say and change the subject.
“I want to stir.”