Page 37 of Embers of You (Amity #1)

Sutton

Jameson maneuvers my legs so they’re off the side of the seat and I don’t have time to question what he’s doing before he yanks the panties off my body, and buries his face between my thighs under my dress.

I drop back, barely catching myself on my elbows as he thrusts his tongue inside me roughly and I have to hold back my screams of pleasure.

I use the back of my hand over my mouth to hide any noise that may slip through as he moves up to my clit, flicking it with his talented tongue.

The second he sucks it into his mouth, I detonate.

I’ve hardly had a chance to come down when Jameson pulls me down from the seat, keeping me steady on weak legs as he walks me toward the side of the truck and bends me forward. I have to catch myself before I face plant into the metal, but I know he won’t let me fall.

The sound of his belt buckle being undone behind me is followed by the weight of Jameson pressing against my back as he leans over me, his hand pushing up my dress and kneading my ass.

“Better stay quiet. I know you don’t want to be caught with my cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy.

” He presses the tip of himself against my entrance and I clench around nothing, and he must feel the way I tense at his words because he groans.

“You like the idea of it though, don’t you, baby? ”

I don’t want to be caught, I really don’t, but the anticipation around it does add to my arousal for some reason.

Luckily, I don’t have much time to dwell on it because Jameson’s pushing inside me, and I muffle my gasp against my arm as he sinks in inch by inch.

There’s a pinch of pain but it’s overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he brings me with how he fills me, stretching me so perfectly.

He pulls back slightly before pushing into the hilt, roughly and this time I’m unable to do anything to hide my sounds of pleasure. He reaches around, covering my mouth with his hand.

“I want to hear you screaming for me, but that’s going to have to wait. I’m not going to take it easy on you, but I know you can take it.”

He shows me just how true that is when he pulls back and slams into me again, keeping his hand over my mouth tight enough that I know I can scream and no one will hear me.

That’s a good thing too, because I wouldn’t be able to control myself even if I wanted to with the way he’s fucking me.

One hand holds my hip tightly as he slams into me over and over again.

“Come for me, baby. You owe me another one and you’re going to give it to me.”

I shake my head against his hand, feeling the telltale signs of my release starting and the only way that it can be stopped would be if Jameson stopped what he was doing, but I know he won’t.

Even if someone came down here I don’t think he would let up.

Right now, it feels like we’re the only two in the world and nothing can break us apart.

He moves his hand from my hip to my clit and all it takes is a couple tight circles before I lose my balance as the orgasm racks through me.

He keeps me standing as my body gives into pleasure.

I swear I black out from it. It doesn’t take long before I hear Jameson’s groan behind me and he pushes himself as deep as my body will allow and fills me with his own release.

Our bodies part and I feel his cum starting to leak out of me. I feel the pressure of his finger pushing back into me, and I gasp. He helps me stand up straight, turning me around to face him, cupping my face, and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“Thanks for coming by to say goodnight,” he says against my mouth.

I chuckle, fisting his shirt and shaking my head against his forehead. “I thought you were going to say thanks for coming.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to mine again. “That too.”

He pulls back, and I just look at him, his blue eyes, the way his jaw is clean shaven right now, showcasing his strong jawline. His dark hair was styled, but is now perfectly messy. I bring my hand up to run my thumb along his jaw, feeling the sharp beginnings of scruff there.

“Goodnight Sutton,” he rasps quietly.

“Goodnight Jameson.” I smile right before his lips are on mine again and I know I have to go and that we aren’t able to spend tonight together, but there will be another night when we can. Because I’m done fighting this. He has me, he has all of me.

Bennet and I get to the Turner’s property and I see his dad on a riding mower as I drive to Jameson’s house. He doesn’t acknowledge me with a wave or anything, though I try to give him the benefit of the doubt, because maybe he didn’t see me.

Duke greets Bennet and Jameson greets me, and when the dogs start chasing each other, Jameson pulls me into him immediately kissing me senseless.

“Well hi.” I smile when he lets me up for air.

“I missed you.”

“It’s been like twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah, a whole twenty-four hours since I kissed you. You’re lucky I survived it.”

I laugh. “Oh I’m lucky you survived it?”

“Yeah, I know that it was just as difficult for you.”

“You’re right.” I launch myself into his arms with another kiss.

Once we finally break apart again, I tell him that I saw his dad on my way over. Jameson scrunches his nose slightly at the mention of him.

“I take it that means things haven’t been getting better,” I assume.

“Unfortunately not. You know how some people just don’t seem like they ever want to fix things?”

“Oh yeah, I have a few of those in my life.”

Jameson looks at me, wide eyed.

“What?” I ask through a laugh.

“Did you just reveal something about yourself?”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve told you things about myself before.”

“Nothing about your past, your family, or what brought you here,” he goads.

I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt that he’s right. He’s been open with me, brought me into his life and never asked for more than I’m willing to give. Yet, I haven’t given him much about my past, or what brought us together.

“Hey.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him, and pulling my lip from between my teeth with his thumb. “I’m not complaining. You can tell me or not tell me anything you want. I’m here.”

I fall into him, wrapping my arms around his back, and burying my face in his chest. He smells like the mountain air mixed with a scent that’s purely Jameson and I want to bathe in it. “I want to tell you,” I say against his chest, unable to look up at him.

I know he still hears me, because he holds my cheeks, pulling me back to look up at him. “What do you want to tell me?”

I sigh. “Can we go for a walk?”

He nods. “Of course.”

We get the dogs to join us, and they run ahead of us as we keep our pace slow.

We aren’t walking toward the barn this time and I find myself wanting to see more of the property that’s surrounded by tree covered mountains.

It’s warm, but there’s the breeze from the ocean that makes it feel cooler.

Jameson doesn’t rush me to start talking as we walk, but the moment he intertwines our fingers I feel myself sigh and find the confidence to tell him the insane story that led me here.

“I was living with my parents because I was saving up to buy a house and Los Angeles is expensive as I’m sure you know,” I start, knowing I’m going to over explain just so I can delay the inevitable of telling him the worst parts of the story.

And because Jameson is beyond perfect, he doesn’t say anything to rush me or move the story along, he just holds my hand.

We both look ahead of us as I continue. “I have this friend—my best friend, really—and we were basically inseparable since we met at the first grooming salon where we started at eighteen. She started acting weird toward me. She started avoiding me and not wanting to hang out as much which I thought was weird, but figured she would tell me what was going on when she was ready. I ended up figuring out it was because she was seeing someone.”

I pause as Bennet and Duke zoom by us and I can’t help my laughter when they tumble slightly in the grass.

“I came home from work one day and learned very quickly who it was that she was seeing.”

Jameson tenses. “No.”

“Yup, but it’s so much worse. Not only did I catch her and my dad together on the couch mid…act”—I fight off the gag—“my mom was there, too. So she knew about it and wasn’t”—another gag—“involved in that moment but I wasn’t going to ask any questions. I grabbed my dog and left.”

Jameson finally speaks, “You really just grabbed Bennet and left? No plan or anything else?”

“Well, I went back later that night to get some stuff while everyone was sleeping, but I haven’t seen them and they haven’t seen me since that day I walked in.”

“That’s insane. How does anyone do that to their best friend, or their daughter?”

I shrug. “I have no idea, but I wasn’t about to sit down with them and unpack it all. I just had to leave.”

“I don’t blame you.” He doesn’t try to apologize or placate me. He doesn’t say I should talk to them, or that I should try to work past it because we’re family. He just accepts my choices, and the relief that gives me makes me feel even better about this thing between us.

“Thank you.” I squeeze his hand, and look over at him.

He smiles down at me, showing his white teeth against the lips that I want to attack with my own.

He really is perfect. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be, but he is.

I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, to see a flaw of his and ruin this illusion of him.

But I don’t think it’s an illusion. I don’t think there’s another shoe. I think this is just him.

He leads me to an open area we haven’t gone before, and I look around the field, wondering why we’re out here. Jameson doesn’t say anything, just pulls me down with him so I’m between his legs while the dogs run around together.

Jameson just holds me like this. The fresh mountain air blowing around us, and the secret I’ve been too afraid to tell anyone is finally off my chest. I feel lighter and more content than I have in a long time.

“Do you think you and your dad will ever have a better relationship?” I run my fingers along his arm that’s draped around me; there’s a prominent vein in his muscular forearm that I trace.

“If he made an effort then maybe, but I’ve tried, Ma is trying. The only one that isn’t is him.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Because he’s a stubborn man stuck in his ways and for some reason, me chasing a dream off this land was too much for him to ever forgive, apparently.”

I continue trailing my fingers along his skin, the soft hair dusting his tan skin. There’s a couple of scars from years of working on the ranch I’m sure. “Maybe he just isn’t good at expressing how he feels.”

“I’m sure that’s part of it, but he could at least do something. You’d think with Ma being so sick it would make him realize how finite time is.”

I nod, thinking about that for my own situation. It’s a different circumstance, but it makes me consider if I should try to make amends. It’s not my amends to make, though and I shake the thought away.

“He seems to really love your mom.” I bring his hand up to my lips brushing them against his rough skin.

“He always has. I just think she takes it too easy on him.”

I lean my head back to look up at him. “Why do you say that?”

“She’s always understanding. Of everyone. She’s the sweetest person I know, but maybe my dad needs more tough love to get it through his head.”

“What about you? What is it that you need?”

Jameson looks down at me, tightening his hold on me. “Right now? All I need is you.”