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Chapter Six

Griffin’s Beach Undertaker

T he game, his girl, and sex afterwards.

Life really can’t get much better for Undertaker as he sits with Jamie Pittman under his arm.

Especially when he thinks about how he’ll strip her naked and make sweet love to her, either to celebrate his team’s victory or commiserate their loss. Either way, he wins.

Jamie seems just as happy as he does, but there’s still some lingering doubt for Undertaker. Besides the fact they’re over fifteen years apart, he knows he’s not an easy man to be with. She’s twenty-two and new to relationships, but she’s taken to his rules rather well.

He has three rules. One, he must know where she is at all times. Two, he must know who she’s with at all times. And three, if he doesn’t like someone, she’s not to associate with them. It’s simple yet so difficult for most women he’s come across to accept.

It makes him an obsessive and possessive asshole, and he knows it. He also never tried to hide any of this from Jamie when she pursued him. The plan was always to keep her at arm’s length, but she knew the right buttons to push to make him cave. Even more than the only other woman he’s loved.

Nina thought she could change him, but Jamie accepts him for who he is.

Nina pushed the boundaries, and Jamie has made missteps but does her best to keep up with the rules.

The love he has for both women couldn’t be more different, but he knows he’ll lose his mind if he ever loses Jamie like he did Nina.

If she walks away, he doesn’t know how he’ll keep going.

His team scores, and he cheers. Jamie looks up from her phone and smiles at him. Sports may not be her thing, but she seems content to sit with him while she reads on some app.

Normally, it’s the girl who becomes attached when she gives her virginity to a man, but Undertaker hasn’t been able to stop thinking about this woman since the night he met her.

And there will be few experiences to top the night she gave herself to him for the first time.

She trusts him, and it feels good to have someone see him as a protector.

“Why can’t they have normal looking women in these commercials?” Jamie asks with a pout. “I mean, yeah, they’re more attractive, but it’s a commercial for a medication with side effects so severe the ailment has to be terminal. But, still. Just have normal women.”

“Normal women?” Undertaker asks with a smirk.

Jamie’s tall and thick, and he loves every inch of her.

He damn near panted the first time he laid eyes on her, and he wishes she could see how beautiful she really is.

If she could see herself through his eyes, she’d never have those moments of insecurity.

The ones that come fewer and farther between but still appear.

Frowning, she looks up at him, her dark hair in a French braid. “You know what I mean. People who look like me.”

“Baby doll, there is nothing normal-looking about you. If they looked like you, it would be nothing but a commercial filled with sexy as hell women.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. Which is kind of good for me. Otherwise, you’d never have settled for me.”

“Now, I know you’re leading me on with that. Too far, sir. Too far.”

Sir. Oh, I kind of like that. We might have to play with that later.

He laughs and cups her cheek before lowering his lips to hers. “I’m serious about how sexy you are. I’m like a damned teenager with how often I walk around here with a hard-on.”

“I’ve thought about getting a gym membership. I should really start working out.”

Work with me, here, baby doll. “I’ll give you a workout.”

“Those muscles in question are already pretty strong, don’t you think?”

Thinking about her pussy clenching his cock makes him moan, and he has to adjust himself. “See? Always hard around you.”

The commercials end, and the game returns. He focuses on the television while she goes back to read whatever smutty book she’s downloaded, and he can’t help but smile at what it means for him. She’s read him a few things she thought would be fun to try, and he has yet to be disappointed.

Her phone begins to vibrate, and she smiles as she stands to answer it. In the next room. With her voice low.

“Oh, hell no,” Undertaker says and stands to follow her.

“Yeah, that would be great. If you happen to come near Griffin’s Beach, I’d love to meet for dinner.”

“Who’s that?” he asks.

Jamie turns and smiles. “My friend, Joey.”

“Joey a guy?”

Her brows furrow. “Well, the last I checked, his last name wasn’t Potter.”

Tilting his head, he frowns. “Huh?”

“ Dawson’s Creek. Dude, you’re totally old enough to have seen it. I’m too young for it, and even I know the reference.”

The way she calls him dude makes him smirk despite his annoyance. “And you’re making plans to have dinner with a guy?”

“Joey, I need to call you back. My possessive boyfriend needs all your details. How’d you know? Yeah… I mean, I don’t turn him away when he wants to take me to bed. Totally hot. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

Doesn’t turn me away when I want to take her to bed? Not something one would typically say to their soon-to-be dead side piece.

“What’s your deal?” Jamie asks.

“What are the rules, Jamie?”

Sighing, she looks up at the ceiling. “Oh my God, seriously? I was going to tell you about meeting up with Joey if he happens to come anywhere near Griffin’s Beach. And if that happens, I’ll invite you if you’re in town.”

He closes his eyes and counts to ten. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Joey—”

“Is a guy, and most guys who want to meet up for dinner are looking for dessert later on in a bed. And I. Don’t. Share.”

“Neither. Do. I.”

He opens his eyes to see her glaring at him. How did she end up annoyed here? “Then what’s with the sneaking away to talk in the other room?”

“You mean to take the call I know you saw I got? While the game was one that you were focused on until a commercial break came? I thought I’d be courteous.”

Shaking his head, he crosses his arms over his chest. “No, you were hiding this from me.” Wasn’t she?

“Or, and here’s a totally crazy thought, I was just trying to be a nice girlfriend by not disturbing you while I talked to my gay best friend from college who moved to Utah after we graduated.”

Gay, huh? Likely story. “Yeah, sure he says—”

“He moved with his boyfriend who is now his husband.”

Jamie holds out her phone, and he sees a picture of two men holding up their left hands to show off their wedding rings. “Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take the chance to get into your pants if given the opportunity.”

“Gee, thanks. I look like a guy?”

“Not all guys who like guys only like guys.”

Blinking, she scrunches her face up like he’s being ridiculous.

“I hit on Joey at a party, and he had to let me down easy because I’m not his type.

Then, one slightly drunken night, we tested to see whether he might have some interest in women.

He’d never been with one before, and let’s just say, that experiment proved he really only likes men. ”

He narrows his eyes. “Clearly, you didn’t sleep together, then. He’d be addicted if you had.”

“His little Joey didn’t even twitch. Both got fully naked, kissed, and tried a few things, but nothing happened. It was quite the blow to my ego that I didn’t even get a half-chub, but it is what it is.”

“Okay, maybe he’s not trying to get you into bed if seeing you naked didn’t do it for him. Because even the thought of you naked has my motor revving.”

Rolling her eyes, she steps forward and takes his leather in her hands. “I’m not going to stray. You’re more than enough man for me. Sometimes, you’re too much. And I’m not being secretive. You can go through my phone whenever you want.”

He wraps his arms around her protectively, and he pauses just a breath above her lips. “You know it’s because I love you so damn much, right?”

“I love you, too, but it would be nice to have just a little bit of trust. If I take a call in the other room when you’re watching TV, give me the benefit of the doubt. I’m going to tell you about my phone calls, especially because I want to introduce you to my friend. I want to show you off.”

“Like I said, you’re too damn sexy, and it’s not crazy for me to think someone might try to gain your attention.”

“You own all of my attention, Frances.”

He presses his lips to hers, and she opens her mouth to grant his tongue access. She is one of only two people who know his birth name is Frances. It was changed when he was in the military, but if Jamie was going to love him, she deserved to know who he really is.

“Forgive me?”

“I don’t know…”

A wicked smile appears on her face, and he drops to his knees. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“How about a kiss?”

“I was just kissing you.”

“I’m not talking about my mouth.”

She promised their first night together that she’d communicate with him, and she has been vocal about what she likes since then. More than that, she plays with him. It’s not all serious in the bedroom, and it tells him just how much she trusts him.

“Where would you like me to kiss you?” Undertaker asks, his voice husky.

Untying her sweatpants, Jamie lets them drop to her feet, and he’s rewarded with a bare pussy. No panty barrier. “You shaved?”

“Figured I’d try it.”

“And no panties,” he says as he runs his large hand up her leg until his thumb reaches her clit.

A shaky breath escapes her lips. “No panties.”

“You wanted to give me easy access?”

His thumb never relents, and her body dances as he builds her up. “I wanted to be ready. Whether your team won or lost the game, you were getting a prize.”

“My favorite prize,” he breathes against her skin before replacing his thumb with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” she pants, her fingers tangling in his hair and scratching his scalp.

Guiding her legs further apart, he slips two fingers inside her tight opening.

So fucking wet.

“Right there. Oh, yes. That feels… Oh God! I’m almost—”

Her legs tremble, and he pulls back, taking his fingers from her, too. He can’t help but smirk as she stamps her foot in a small tantrum while she pouts.

“What are you doing?”

Undertaker stands, holding back his chuckle. “I’m missing the game.”

“Seriously?”

He slides her sweatpants back up her legs and guides her back into the living room where she all but stomps in frustration. It’s hard not to laugh at her.

“That’s just mean.”

Releasing her sweatpants again, she smirks the moment they fall down her legs. This time, she steps out of them as he strips out of his own clothes, happy to find her completely naked when he pulls his shirt over his head.

Laying down beside their pile of clothes, he signals to Jamie to move up towards his face. He may be throbbing to be inside the tight little pussy his fingers were just in, but he needs to finish what he started in the other room.

“I don’t know how you’re going to see much of the game this way,” she says as she lowers herself down to straddle his face.

Jamie bends forward and takes his cock into her hand before sucking on just his tip. “I can hear it,” he murmurs before licking her and pressing his tongue flat as he flicks.

Her warm mouth engulfs him as far as she can manage, and he needs to help build her up again. Help her finish before she gets him going too much.

Jamie learned how he likes to be sucked quickly, and he loves how she still explores him. Every new technique or rhythm creates a new way that makes him explode.

He can’t finish her the moment she takes him deep into the back of her throat, something she’s never done before, and he digs his fingers into her thighs as he feels the familiar tightening of his muscles. Three more hits to the back of her throat makes him come hard and fast.

“Fuck, baby doll,” Undertaker moans, both happy and annoyed he got off before she did. “How the hell did you learn how to do that?”

Climbing off of him, she smirks and nuzzles against his side. “Melanie taught me.”

“Of course, she did,” he says, but he’s not even a little mad.

“I won,” she says. “You know what that means.”

It’s become a game whenever they mutually please each other. Whoever gets the other off first gets to pick something they want. One of these days, he’s going to ask her to let him take the only hole he hasn’t been allowed yet.

“What does the winner want?”

“I want a picture of us.”

“No?”

Reaching over him to his jeans, she pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to him. “Now.”

“But you’re naked.”

“You don’t show your phone to others, right?”

She has a point. Plus, it would be worth looking at when I’m gone on a run. Look at her as I get myself off.

“No, but what if someone gets into it?”

“And who’s going to break into your phone thinking you have titty pictures of your plus-size girlfriend? Come on.”

“Jamie—”

“I won, so I get to pick the prize. We have no pictures together. If you’re that worried about my boobs being in the shot, just angle it enough not to capture them.”

He wouldn’t mind having a naked picture of her on his phone. Hell, he’d love a whole gallery of them, but he’s cautious. If anyone else sees her naked, he’d have to kill them. And he likes his brothers.

“Fine,” he sighs and takes the picture, lifting the phone to make sure everything only he gets to see is out of frame. “Now, can I finish my dessert?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”