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BLAKELY

I almost wish I was drunk right now.

Being stone-cold sober is doing nothing for me. I’m horny beyond belief, and instead of having the courage to jump on Jamie the moment we got home, I flung my shoes off down the hall and ran up to my room.

I’m sitting on my bed in the dark, head hanging and swinging side to side. The soft comforter is clutched in my fists as my arousal mixes with frustration.

Jamie did everything right. He didn’t push me or try to gain any ground that wasn’t his already to take. I ran, and he didn’t plow down my door to get to me. He’s fucking perfect, and here I am, pulling away because I’m scared to sleep with him. With anyone after so long of being alone.

I’m not a virgin, but I’m far from experienced. My first time was in the back of a rusted old Ford in the heat of summer when I was eighteen. I didn’t know how to orgasm with a partner then, and I’m still not sure if he even knew women could orgasm.

It’s been a long, long time since then. Years that Jamie would have been plowing his way through Vancouver with suave grins and sweet talk .

Spikes of envy push through my stomach. It’s uncomfortable enough that I stand and shove my hair back, suddenly hating the feeling of it touching my face.

Nate’s already tucked in his bed, dead to the world. Even if I stomp down the hall toward Jamie’s room, he won’t wake up. I could slam a fist to the door, and my brother would still be fast asleep, none the wiser.

In a blink, I’m clutching my doorknob, my teeth gritted and nerves popping beneath my skin. I yank open the door and shove myself into the hallway before I can change my mind.

It’s not like we have to have sex just because I’m going to his room. Jamie would never pressure me into that. Maybe I just want to sleep in his bed tonight. After our dancing at the club, I’m feeling unusually clingy. Like I don’t think I could fall asleep alone.

God, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to bang the daylights out of him, though. Even just thinking of having him above me, or behind . . . or beside . . . fuck . I’m going to lose my damn mind.

His bedroom door is cracked open, and when I knock, it nudges forward another inch.

“Jamie?”

There’s no reply, so I push the door open completely. Swiping my hands down my bare legs, I glance down at my nightshirt and cringe. It’s unbelievably sad that this is the sexiest bed outfit that I own.

Stepping into his room, I notice the sound of running water and look toward the ensuite door. It’s slightly ajar the same way his bedroom door was, and now I’m thinking back to every time I’ve ever passed his room at night. The door has always been shut completely. Except for tonight.

I suck in a long inhale before letting it out fast. Assumptions are for idiots. I know better than to read into something like this, but would I be an even bigger idiot not to assume he left both doors open for me?

Fuck it .

He wants me just as much as I want him. And it’s not like the worst-case scenario here is that he freaks out seeing me in the bathroom while he showers and kicks me out of his house.

Yeah, no pressure.

Steam billows out from the bathroom, curling around me when I push the door open and take a cautious step inside. The vanity mirror is fogged up, and the heat from the shower is blistering. Or maybe that’s just me.

I could combust into flames when I make out the figure in the shower. Glass doors do nothing to hide him, even with the mix of steam and fog. His bulk is too recognizable, every bulging muscle making the arousal in my belly start to burn.

Drifting closer, I toy with the hem of my shirt, contemplating taking it off and joining him beneath the water. That’s why I’m in here, right?

I hold my breath and take it off. It’s like peeling off a layer of my skin as fear and insecurity fling doubts around in my head. Cautiously, I add the shirt to the pile of his clothes on the floor and hover a hand over the shower door.

Jamie’s not standing still beneath the water. Even with his back to me, this close up, I can see his arm moving at an even, quick pace.

My eyes grow wide. I throb between my legs when he groans long and low and shifts his body enough that I can see the thick shaft of his cock gripped in his fist. I gasp, my nipples tightening and becoming sensitive to the cool air that’s following me from the open door.

Jamie plants a hand to the shower wall and thrusts into his fist. I peel the glass door open and blink through the fog, refusing to take my eyes from him as I step inside. The stone floor is wet and slippery as I make my way to him, careful not to fall.

Without the fogged glass in the way, I can make out every bunch of muscles straining in his back, the wet hair hanging down into his eyes, and the round ass that clenches with every stroke of his fist. He has two dimples at the bottom of his back and freckles along his spine that I can’t help but want to sit and count. Thighs thick and strong and peppered with dark hair keep him steady.

My heart is in my throat when I step up behind him and press my naked breasts against his back. I wrap my arms around his body and gingerly cover the hand stroking his shaft with mine.

He doesn’t flinch at my touch. It’s a moan that slips from him instead of a command for me to leave.

“You came.”

“I’m sorry I ran.”

Releasing himself, he moves his hand aside and uses it to encourage me to take over for him. I do, not wanting to waste another moment.

Similar to the first time I had him in my hand, my pussy tightens, reminding me that there’s a better place for us to stroke him. I shut my eyes and lean my cheek to his shoulder, stretching my fingers around his cock. He’s so thick that my fingers hardly brush and long enough that I have to move around to his side just to touch it from base to tip.

“Don’t apologize for that. I didn’t expect anything,” he mutters, voice shaky.

I drag my thumb over the wet tip of him to collect the slick liquid before jerking him again. He throbs in my grip, and I think he’s going to come. But then he’s spinning us.

The showerhead is directly above me as he steps back and rests against the wall, letting the water rush down over me. My hair is soaked in seconds, and the warm spray hits my heavy breasts next, dripping off my nipples onto the floor.

His eyes follow the stream of water, growing dark and edged with something almost feral. I feel the effects of that look with every pulse of my clit and drip of arousal that runs down my thigh.

It’s the first time we’ve been naked in front of one another, and he takes his time inspecting every inch of my skin. First, my shoulders and breasts, then the roundness of my belly and stretch marks that span over my hips and thighs. Every wrinkle of cellulite on my thighs feels more obvious under his gaze, like they’ve been marked in permanent ink for him to see.

His cock doesn’t get softer with every piece of me that he sees, though. With every movement of his eyes, it throbs, reddening at the tip and glistening with precum.

“It doesn’t bother you?” I whisper, forcing myself not to eye-fuck his dripping wet abs.

“What do you mean?”

I push past the lump in my throat. “The way I look. My body.”

He licks his lips and moves his hands to my belly. They spread outward to my soft waist and then down to my love handles. I’m completely unprepared for him to lower himself onto his knees and kiss everywhere his hands have been.

“I haven’t been as attracted to another person as I am to you, Blakely. Women, men, you’ve trumped them all. I could spend hours standing right here just looking at you and your curves.”

It’s everything I’ve been needing to hear.

I’m weak to the pull of my impulses. With his words making me confident, I help him to his feet and then lower a hand to his balls, rolling them gently.

His entire body shudders as he struggles to hold my stare. “Baby. I’m barely holding on here.”

“You’re beautiful too, Jamie,” I declare softly, resting my other hand between his defined pecs.

“Fuck,” he blows out.

“I want you to show me what you were doing before I came in here. Show me what you do when you’re in bed alone thinking of me.”

He grabs his cock and squeezes, nodding to the opposite side of the shower where the water won’t drown us.

“Only if you do it too. ”

I settle in front of him with my back to the wall and guide my fingers between my legs, parting my pussy and exposing how wet and swollen I am to him. He moves his fist in a long, slow stroke and stares between my legs.

“So perfect,” he whispers, expertly collecting his cum to lube his shaft. “Don’t leave it empty, baby.”

My clit is so sensitive that I jerk against the wall when I roll it beneath my thumb. I’m wet enough that I fit a finger inside of myself without struggle.

“When I lay in bed and think of you, I dream of spreading you out on my bed and teasing that tight hole with my cock. Just the tip to start, but fuck, even with you dripping onto the sheets, it hardly fits,” he hisses.

I thrust my finger in and out, my breasts swaying with the movement. “You said we’d make it fit.”

“We will. You’ll suck the tip inside after a few seconds, and I’ll slip in another inch as you claw at my arms and stare down between us, begging for another.”

Suddenly, one finger isn’t enough. A second adds a hint of the stretch I know he’s describing.

“How does it feel?” he asks roughly.

I push down harder on my clit. “Could be better.”

“Mm, not yet.”

“Keep talking. Please,” I murmur.

His eyes flare as he increases his pace, stroking with a finish line in his mind.

“Once I can work the rest of my cock inside, I’ll be deep enough for you to feel me in your belly. You’ll try to suck me back in when I pull out, teasing you with just the tip again before thrusting hard, making my balls smack your perfect ass. Those pretty tits will be in my mouth, your nipples beneath my teeth as I suck on them.”

There’s an intense, full pressure building in my core, growing hotter with every stroke of my fingers in my pussy. The hard press of my thumb to my clit is ramping it higher, and my toes curl painfully into the shower tile.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Work that pussy for your husband, and I’ll reward it with my cum. Coat that pretty clit before I lick it clean,” he spits out, brows knitting together tightly as pleasure loosens his jaw.

I come hard. My knees shake when I yank my hand away from my pussy, watching in disbelief as I squirt across the distance between us. Jamie moves quickly, lowering himself to his knees again and covering me with his mouth.

Aftershocks mix with the wet sensation of his swiping tongue, and I fall forward, using his shoulders for balance. I cry out, and my legs shake as he buries his fingers inside of me and sucks at my clit. There’s no time for disbelief when another climax rips through me, and he groans, staying right where he is.

When he stands, his arm is anchored around my back, carrying my weight. I melt against the wall and watch with parted lips as he brutally fucks his fist and releases a growl-like noise.

“Watch me claim you, Blakely. You’re fucking mine.”

He comes, and thick ropes of cum shoot from the tip, aimed directly at my pussy. Heat smothers the swollen, sensitive skin, and I whimper at the relief it brings.

“I want to taste,” I whisper.

His features relax, adoration glowing in his stare as he scoops his cum onto his fingers and brings it to my mouth, spreading it across my lips.

“Open, wife.”

I follow his order and moan when he glides his messy fingers across my tongue. Sucking them clean, I nip at his fingertip before he pulls them free.

“Your turn,” he says, circling my wrist and bringing it between my legs.

I dip two fingers into my pussy and then push them into his mouth. Everything about this is intimate in a way I didn’t expect but maybe should have. A man like Jamie is going to teach me things about myself that I’ve never thought to look for.

“Was that too much?” he asks after releasing my fingers and leading us back beneath the water.

It’s still hot, and I close my eyes as it runs down my face.

“No. It was perfect.”

His relief is obvious. “You’re perfect.”

“Is this when I say, ‘No, you’re perfecter’?”

“Only if I can say that you’re perfectest.”

He laughs and shifts us while digging his fingers into my hair. When they start to scrub, I smell the shampoo I always use. But I know I didn’t bring it in here.

“Did you sneak into my bathroom and take my shampoo bottle?” I half mumble, half moan, distracted by the soothing sensation of his massaging my scalp.

“No. I just bought extras for my bathroom.”

“Just in case I found myself needing to shower in here?”

He drags the extra shampoo through the ends of my hair before leaning my head back beneath the water. “Exactly. And right now, I’m glad I snooped.”

“You’re good at washing hair.”

He finishes rinsing the soap out and drops down to squirt conditioner into his palm. When his fingers start brushing through the knots in my hair, he’s incredibly gentle, making sure not to yank on any.

“I’ll do it whenever you want,” he murmurs.

“Do I get to wash yours?”

“Go for it, Bandit.”

While my conditioner sits in my hair, I search for his shampoo and blow out an impressed breath when I see two separate bottles.

“No two-in-one?” I tease.

“My mom would have a stroke if she heard you ask me that. She made sure both me and my brother used proper shampoo and body wash. I’ve used conditioner too. I’d bet Oliver uses three-in-one now, though, that grumpy shit.”

I squirt some of the blue gel into my hands and lather it before gesturing for him to come out of the water. Leaning on my toes, I start scrubbing his head.

“You keep getting better and better.”

“If all it took for you to say that was explaining my hygiene routine, I’d have shown you my shower weeks ago.”

My mouth quirks as I lean him back into the water and rinse the soap out. He beats me to the bottle of body wash and uses it on me first, spending extra time on my chest.

“I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself to these yet,” he defends himself while I stand beneath the water.

“Oh, my apologies.”

He beams up at me and pops a nipple into his mouth before retreating. “You taste like my body wash.”

“Yum,” I deadpan.

“Fuck, I’m so into you, Blakely. Keep saying stuff like that and I’m going to keep you.”

It sounds perfect. But I refuse to get my hopes up.

We finish up in the shower, and Jamie uses his towel to bundle me up before sneaking out to grab another. When he returns, there’s a towel around his waist and my hairbrush and moisturizer in his hands.

“Am I moving in?” I ask before thinking.

He blinks in surprise. “Do you want to?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just blurted something out. I’m already in your house?—”

With a soft kiss, he shuts me up. I let my eyes close and kiss him back, breathing in the manly body wash that lingers on both of us.

“Sleep here tonight and decide tomorrow if you want to move in. I want you here, just so you know,” he says.

And that’s that .

I already know this will be where I stay from tonight until the day I’m forced to leave.