Page 44 of Bad Boy Husband

SADIE

Jameson’s tongue parted my lips. His kisses were like sparks that lit a fire in my soul. I hung onto him, still feeling like I was a little bit in shock about the fact that he was here at all.

When I’d heard the pool house door open, I’d thought it was Trent. Looking up and seeing Jameson instead? I didn’t even have words for how I’d felt. There were none. All I knew was that I’d never felt such hope, such relief, or such elation all wrapped into one.

Sliding my hands into his hair, I kissed him back with every ounce of emotion coursing through me, pouring years of longing, love, and connection into the kiss. Jameson groaned into my mouth, soaking the front of my clothes as he crushed me to him.

“I should take this off,” he murmured, smiling against my lips. “Any objections?”

“None.” I kissed him again. “Take it off. All of it.”

“You know, I got you all wet too.”

“In more ways than one,” I teased as I looped my arms around his neck and pulled away a little to look into his eyes. “Shower?”

“Later.” Suddenly winding his arms around my hips, he lifted me clear off my feet and tossed me over his shoulder, laughing when I let out a surprised squeal. “We should get you out of these clothes immediately. You don’t want to get sick.”

I giggled, clinging to his muscular back and not fighting to free myself at all. “I definitely can’t get sick. Lots to do.”

He chuckled and smacked my ass, sending a jolt of desire through me. A moan slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. His amusement faded instantly, his strides lengthening and his pace picking up.

“Fucking hell, Sades,” he muttered as he kicked the bedroom door open a little further. “You and those sounds you make are going to be the death of me.”

“What a way to go, though. Am I right?”

“Absolutely.” Marching into the master bedroom, he set me down on my feet in front of the giant bed, but he didn’t stop moving, striding over to the massive windows and drawing the curtains shut.

I’d never been in this bedroom before, having stayed in the guest bedroom the last time I was here.

Trent had only moved in a few months ago when he’d started the expansion and renovations of his house on the ranch, but the space was well appointed and cavernous, with white walls and bedding, touches of navy blue, and even a desk in the corner.

It wasn’t a bad place to make up after what Jameson and I had just been through, but as soon as he slid his fingers across my cheek, tilted my head back, and kissed me again, I forgot all about where we were.

A moment later, his fingers curled under the hem of my shirt and he unglued himself from me for just long enough to pull it off over my head.

He’d been so wet that even my bra was soaked, but within seconds, he had it unhooked and he was sliding it off my arms. My shorts went next. Then my panties hit the floor.

Meanwhile, I worked on getting him as naked as I was, though his shirt was so stuck to his skin that it took us both to peel it off him.

He kissed me again as soon as the fabric had passed between us, crushing his damp upper body against mine.

I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down over his hard cock.

He kicked off his shoes, flicking his underwear away with his foot and angling himself so we were pressed as close together as we could get. My heart raced, all my blood flowing to my most private parts and making me ache for his touch.

So wet that I could feel how slippery I was when I pressed my thighs together, I kissed him harder, twining my fingers into his damp hair. The storm carried on outside, loud and angry, but in here, I felt like I was about to melt from the heat between us.

Jameson moaned and walked me backward to the bed, climbing on it with me without ever breaking the kiss.

As we lay down, he positioned himself on his knees between my legs.

His hands ran across my sides to my shoulders, my arms, my ribs, and even my thighs.

It was like he was memorizing the contours of my body with his fingertips and I loved every second of it.

The pads of his fingers sent pulses of need through me, the featherlight touches electrifying my skin in their wake. Moaning, I tried to press my legs together to relieve some of the tension building there. I stroked Jameson’s tongue with my own and pushed my chest tighter against his.

He groaned into the kiss, sliding a hand between my legs and sucking in a sharp breath as his fingers slid through my folds. A whimper escaped me when his thumb flicked at my clit before circling it, another finger sinking into me.

I lost all sense of rhyme or reason after that, able to focus only on the sensations he was eliciting as he kissed me. Reading my body like an open book, he worked me into a frenzy, making me writhe and moan before finally sending me over the edge.

Pleasure coiled low in my belly, tightening until it suddenly released in a wave that had me trembling in his arms for minutes after it had subsided. Jameson groaned and sank his teeth into my lower lip before sitting up beside me, reaching for a condom, and rolling it on.

I opened my eyes to find him positioning himself above me, his brow furrowed and lips parted, those hazel eyes blazing with a fiery intensity. “Are you okay?”

“I am now that I’m with you.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck as I used my calves to guide him into me.

He looked deep into my eyes, his tip spreading me apart before he took one of my knees into his hand, lifted it slightly, and then thrust into me.

Stars flickered behind my eyes, the angle he’d given himself immediately allowing him to put pressure in places I hadn’t realized I needed pressure.

My breath left me on a husky moan, my hips shifting of their own accord to give him all the access he could ever need.

“I love you, Sades.” Jameson’s gaze never left mine as he started moving, trapping me in a cocoon of safety, warmth, and delicious, blissful sensation.

Locked in that bubble of him, and of us, and of finally knowing that he had never stopped loving me either, I surrendered to him completely, meeting every thrust, but letting him set our pace.

With one hand wrapped around his hair and the other on his shoulder, I stared into those gorgeous hazel eyes and allowed him to see every little thing I was feeling.

His breathing turned choppy. The furrow between his eyebrows deepened and the corners of his eyes tightened. His lips parted a little more, and the sight of him so close to the edge triggered an orgasm from the deepest roots of my being. I was pretty sure I screamed his name in the throes of it.

As I started coming down, I finally felt him let go too, swelling deep inside me before he went completely still, pulling me into his arms as he collapsed on the bed beside me.

Still tingling and unable to feel my bones, I just laid my head on his chest, closing my eyes. He gently stroked the back of my head.

Jameson’s breathing evened out only seconds later, his muscles relaxing and his fingers stilling in my hair. I glanced at him, a soft smile spreading on my lips when I realized he was out cold. It was no surprise, seeing as how he hadn’t slept in almost two days.

I’d known as soon as I’d seen him that Jameson, like my brother, had been up all night searching for me. Then he had come after me. A pang of remorse tightened my stomach, so intense that it brought a sour taste to my tongue, but I shoved it away.

He’d been pretty clear about not wanting me to feel guilty about what had happened. It wasn’t an easy feat, though.

While I’d had my doubts about it all, I had also fallen for Collins and Carson’s lies. Not hook, line, and sinker. But they’d certainly had me at least on the hook.

Warm and comfortable in Jameson’s arms, I felt safer than I had in days. In my heart, I knew that somehow, some way, he had become my home. That was why I had felt so untethered when I’d thought he was cheating. So hopeless when I was without him.

This man, this incredible, gorgeous, generous, funny, playful, sometimes weirdly serious man, was my home. My love. My future. My everything.

And I’d turned my back on him.

I would never stop being disappointed in myself for that, but at the same time, I also knew that my brother had played a big part in getting him here. Not just physically. From what they’d both said, it had sounded like he and Trent had worked out Collins and Carson’s scheme together.

Which meant that I owed my brother a big fat thank you—and a huge apology. Carefully extricating myself from Jameson’s arms, I got dressed and crept out of the pool house, grabbing an umbrella from a stand at the door so I wouldn’t get soaked out there.

I raced past his pool and onto his patio, my feet splashing through the puddles of rain on the ground while thunder boomed overhead and lightning raced across the sky.

Once I reached the doors into my brother’s house, I abandoned the dripping umbrella and quietly pushed the sliding doors open, not wanting to wake Trent if he was having a nap too.

As soon as I walked in, however, I saw him on the couch, lying flat on his back watching a movie on TV. His eyes were open though, and he looked up, a hesitant, questioning smile appearing on his lips when he saw me.

“I wasn’t expecting to see either of you again today,” he muttered, almost like he was trying to make a joke while simultaneously fighting a grimace. “Not that I want to be thinking about what I thought you would be doing during that time.”

I chuckled, striding across the living area and collapsing on the couch next to him. Trent picked up one side of the blanket he’d been lying under and tossed it over to me. I turned to face him. rearranging the blanket so both our legs were covered before I lifted my gaze back to his.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, but with more meaning than I’d probably ever been able to inject into those words before. “I know Jamie wouldn’t have been here if it hadn’t been for you.”

He snorted, but there was derision in the sound. “Please. Wild horses wouldn’t have kept the guy away. Once he found out you were here, it always would’ve been only a matter of time.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who told him where I was, weren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged.” His blue eyes slid to the TV and he reached for the remote, hitting pause before turning back to me. “Are you happy I did it?”

The purest, most beautiful bubbles of elation I’d ever felt had been flowing freely through me ever since I’d looked up to see his face, drenched as it might’ve been. “Honestly? I don’t even have the right words to tell you how happy I am.”

He sighed, nodding slowly before he finally let out a short laugh. “I thought that might be the case. Carson’s going to be exceedingly sorry for what he did, Sadie. You should know that. Jameson’s already taken care of it.”

“What about Collins?” I asked, thinking back to how genuinely well she’d played her part when I’d called her to confirm Carson’s story, even turning on the waterworks when she’d told me how sorry she was.

“It’s not right that she’s just going to get away with it.

If he’s going to make hell rain down on Carson, she should be right there next to him. ”

Trent shrugged. “Jameson and I haven’t really talked about her. What do you want to do about it?”

Surprised that they hadn’t gone all alpha and made all the decisions without even consulting me, I felt a sense of power surge through me. All that power Carson and Collins had tried to take. The confidence they’d stolen. The hope they’d snatched away.

It was all coming back in full force, but I was going to make her feel every bit as small and uncertain as she’d done to me. I usually wasn’t one to even think about revenge, but I was done being a doormat for the entire world to stomp on, trod all over, and then forget about the very existence of.

Just this once, I was going to retaliate, and then I was going to live my happily ever after with Jameson Westwood. No matter what anybody else thought about it.