“I promise you, I didn’t know the two of you were involved before I saw him here,” I said.
“I believe you, Bryn.”
I pressed my lips together, waiting for her to say something more about the talk she’d just had with Dale.
Eden swung her arms nonchalantly. “Should we get back to it?”
It was evident she was trying to hide her anxiety. I was never one to stuff my emotions, but after yesterday with Eden, I suspected she was that type. That was why I’d chosen Let there be light for her theme.
I figured she would never ask the questions she needed to about my relationship with Dale, and he would never tell her. I folded my arms and started from the beginning, telling her how Dale and I had met at a function in Washington, DC. We bonded over marijuana in a stall in the men’s room. He asked me if I gave blow jobs, and I told him to go fuck himself. He liked my answer, and I liked that he thought I was joking. I wasn’t. I told her that the relationship had been on and off.
“Wait.” Her mouth agape, she turned to gaze off down the hallway and then back at me. “He’s your boyfriend in the book, The Dark Christmases?”
I tried to hide my disappointment that she’d read the book. Of course she had. If I were her, I would have read the book too.
“Mm-hm.” I cleared my throat.
She slapped a hand over her mouth and then grunted thoughtfully. If her response hadn’t been about my relationship with Dale, I would have asked for an explanation for her reaction. But I didn’t want to know.
“By the way, I didn’t know either,” she finally said.
It took a moment to remember what she was referring too. “Oh. I didn’t think you did.”
“And, um, I don’t care if he was with you and you were with him. Actually, I think it’s pretty hot, well, because you’re pretty hot.” Her eyes dipped down to my tits. “And I’m into threesomes, just in case that’s something you want to know.”
I chuckled, shaking my head adamantly. “I’m not sharing Jamison, so…”
Eden swung her tightened fist. “No?”
I sniffed. “No way.”
We laughed and then went back to work. When Jamison joined us, he seemed distracted for a while. But once Eden pitched her plan to him about us having a threesome, he laughed. I was learning something about Eden. She might be the woman to give Dale a taste of his own medicine.
We made it to the second level of the home, finishing up what we’d started the previous day. Eden and I agreed that we should wait until my assistants arrived with swatches from vendors to move forward on ordering furniture. We finished earlier than we had the day before, and since it was a few minutes before four o’clock, she asked if we’d like to stay for an early dinner with lots of liquor. Her eyes were fixed on Jamison when she made the offer. Dale hadn’t made an appearance since I’d revealed our secret. I wasn’t surprised. Whenever he was hurt and angry, he liked to go off somewhere and lick his wounds. There was no way he would want to sit down and have a meal with Jamison and me. It would just be Eden making moves on Jamison all night long.
“Not today,” Jamison said, watching me closely. “We have other plans.”
“Mmm,” Eden said as if she was eating a delectable dessert. “And again, that sounded so hot.”
“Oh my God, you’ve brought out a side of Eden I didn’t know existed,” I said, laughing, when we were back in the SUV.
Jamison sniffed while checking the rearview mirror as he backed out of the garage. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. And she wanted to do me just so she could do you. She even eye mugged my tits.” I shook my head. “Women must throw themselves at you like that all the time. I sort of saw it when we worked together on Spence’s campaign.” I punched him lightly on his solid bicep. “The ladies love Jamison Cox.”
Jamison pressed the brake and turned to dazzle me with his fiery brown eyes. “I only care about the love of one lady since the day we met.”
His persistent eye contact, which he was very good at, took my breath away. “What a lucky girl.”
“Woman,” he said. “She’s all fucking woman. And I’ve been distracted by her tits too.”
I took a cursory glance at his magnificent bulge. My heart jumped into my throat, and need gripped my pussy. Jamison delicately pinched my lower lip before leaning over to suck it into his moist and delicious mouth. Then he softly consumed my tongue. I moaned into his mouth before turning my face to cease our kissing. My desire for him was becoming more than I could bear.
“I can’t be your assistant anymore,” he whispered, his lips remaining near the side of my face. “It was hard not being able to kiss you whenever I wanted. And since we are an item, I can kiss you whenever I want, right?”
I smiled, and my head felt dizzy as I closed my eyes to consider what he’d just said. “We’re an item?”
“It’s what I want. Is it what you want?”
I nodded and turned back toward his mouth. “Mmm…” He smelled divine, and the warmth emanating from his skin put me in a daze. Like magnets, our mouths merged.
Knock, knock, knock.
I jumped and pressed my hand over my heart as we both looked to see Dale standing at Jamison’s window. “What the hell’s wrong with this guy?” Jamison muttered as he calmly rolled down the window. He turned to Dale. “What?”
Dale leaned to the side so that he could get a look at me, but Jamison shifted, blocking his view. “You have to drive out so I can close the gate,” Dale said.
“That it?”
Dale remained quiet and leaned over far enough to where Jamison’s shoulder would have hit the window if he’d tried to block Dale’s view of me. “Bryn, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. That’s all.” He hustled away from Jamison’s side of the vehicle.
Dale’s apology caught us both off guard. He’d been such a dick earlier. Jamison and I stared at each other for several seconds and then laughed uncontrollably.
“What a day this has been,” I said once we’d simmered down a bit.
“It’s been unusual, that’s for sure.” He checked over his shoulder. “Let’s get the hell off the property before Eden jumps in front of the car butt naked.”
I could totally picture her doing that, which made me laugh all over again.
Finally, we were on the road and heading back to the resort. Jamison had been caught in his own thoughts for a while. I wondered if he wanted to take back his affirmation of the two of us being an item. He appeared more sober with his eyes glued to the road. He was holding my hand while maneuvering the steering wheel with his other hand, but he was leaning away from me.
“How long were you with that guy again?” Jamison asked out of the blue.
I sighed with relief. At least I knew what had been on his mind. “A long time.”
Jamison glanced at me then set his eyes back on the road. “How long is a long time?”
“I was sixteen when I met Dale. We had a strange off-and-on relationship. My father didn’t approve of him.”
“But what did Jasper think of him?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do you ask?”
“Isn’t he the one who’s always called the shots in your family?”
My frown deepened. “Did you learn that from the book?”
“Some, but everybody knows that. You don’t fuck with Jasper Christmas. That’s probably why, as wealthy as you are, you’re able to fly commercial.”
My neck jutted forward. “What does that mean?”
Jamison did a double take. “Come on, Bryn. You come from a gold mine. You never worry about being kidnapped for ransom?”
The thought of that made my heart bounce in my chest. “No. Why would you say that? I mean, I can’t be afraid of anything like that. It takes my freedom away. And I need to be free.” I was worked up into a frenzy.
Jamison squeezed my hand tighter. “Babe, I didn’t mean to upset you that way. And you don’t have to worry about that kind of danger, because everybody in
the fucking world knows your brother’s vicious.”
I gasped. “Jasper’s not vicious.” I had to come to my brother’s defense, although I knew Jasper could be brutal if pushed.
Jamison stretched his neck from side to side as if he was troubled about something.
“What is it?” I asked.
After a long pause, he shook his head. “How about we drop the conversation about your brother?” A smile came to his eyes first and then his lips as he let go of my hand to softly flick my chin. “I didn’t mean to offend you, darling.”
His tone was sweet and sincere. I knew he meant it. “And I didn’t mean to be so fragile.”
“You’re not fragile. You have a strong commitment to your family. That’s one thing I love about you.”
I shook my head adamantly. “I meant freaking out over needing to be free. That was kind of”—I drew circles next to my ear—“cuckoo.”
His sensual mouth smiled. “No, it wasn’t.”
I studied his steady gaze and strong posture. He wasn’t merely trying to pacify me. He means it.
“You love me?” My voice sounded tiny, more vulnerable than I was used to.
“I do.” He kissed my knuckles.
“And you’re not going to run for the hills?”
Still smiling, Jamison shook his head. “Not unless you’re coming with me.”
I could have jumped his bones right then and there. That sort of devotion turned me the hell on. I was so hot for him my skin flashed with heat. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. “Pull over. Now.”
I unbuttoned my pants and was pushing them over my feet as the vehicle made an abrupt turn. My panties came off next. We were still moving as I attacked Jamison’s belt, button, then zipper.
He sucked a sharp intake of air between his teeth when my hand wrapped around his shaft. The layers of his manhood felt so damn erotic, soft skin surrounding impenetrable rigidness and thickness. I lowered my head. I had to have him in my mouth.
“Oh!” Jamison cries out at first suck.
The saltiness of his sweat and precum make me cream.
“Inside you,” he mutters, lifting me by the arm and guiding me onto his lap.
I spread my thighs. He grasps his cock. I lift my lower body. Our eyes connect. His fingers go in and out of me and then around my clit.
“Ha…” I whisper then swallow the extra saliva in my mouth.
Ceremoniously, I lower my saturated and throbbing pussy over his erection. I’m so wet that he glides in like magic.
“Oh,” I cry and toss my head back as Jamison’s eager hands clamp down on my hips, and he thrusts my pussy against his fullness.
He does me hard and deep, and it feels so damn good. Skin beats against skin. The sound of him crashing into my wetness makes me wetter. Groping for something to hold onto, I reach for the roof and push against it.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I force my lidded eyes open. We’re watching each other.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says as I shift up and down on his cock.
And so is he.
I moan because he feels so damn good inside me. I lick my swollen lower lip and then bite it. Striking like a rattler, Jamison’s mouth consumes mine. His silky tongue forges deeper into my mouth. Our lips brush, crush, and nibble at each other.
“Shit,” he whispers, and I know what that means.
“Want to slow it down?” I ask, slowly lifting and lowering my pussy over his cock.
Jamison nods. Our foreheads press against each other as he waits. “I still can’t believe I’m in Colorado, and my dick is inside you,” he says.
I chuckle. “Me neither.”
“I missed you.”
“Me too.
Then, without warning, Jamison bounces me against his cock, swiftly, rapidly. He’s in complete control. I hold onto his athletic shoulders, going along for the ride.
“O-O-Ohh…” he whimpers and then shudders as he comes inside me.
We don’t stop. We kiss wildly. I’m unable to merge into Jamison, although that’s exactly what I want to do. We’re playing with fire, but I don’t care. I want whatever he can give me. I want to take him all for myself. I want Jamison Cox to be mine forever.
Chapter Eleven
Bryn Christmas
Jamison and I kissed deeply at each stoplight. We made out against the car before heading into the resort, kissed feverishly in the elevator, and stopped to maul each other in the hallway. It was so odd. I couldn’t get enough of him, and vice versa, apparently. Once we made it to my suite, we went directly to the bedroom and took off our clothes. Eyeing him seductively, I fell onto the bed. Jamison clutched my knees, spread my thighs, and was inside me yet again.
“Bryn,” he said after thrusting his cock deeper in me and holding it there.
“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“Has a man ever made you come?”
My eyes widened. The question made me feel embarrassed, and I knew why.
“When you went down on me, I had some pretty profound orgasms.” I smiled shyly because I knew that wasn’t what he meant.
“Not that way, babe.”
I struggled to maintain eye contact with him. “Then in what way?”
“Inside you?”
I shook my head. “That’s never happened. Even though I was once known as the bad-girl heiress, my sexual experience with guys who knew what the hell they were doing was meager.”
Jamison snorted cockily. “Well, I think I have your pussy figured out.”
“My pussy figured out?”
He smirked sexily as he resumed shifting his manhood in and out of my sensitive pussy. “Lift your hips toward my cock,” he whispered as if he was already experiencing whatever men felt down there that made them appear as if sex was the most pleasurable activity in the world.
Eyes closed, focusing on the moment, I did as I was told. Holy crap. I could feel it beginning. My eyes expanded.
“You feel that?” he whispered.
I swallowed and nodded wildly.
“Follow that sensation, baby. Don’t let go of it. It’s yours.”
My hips tilted up. His cock did more than go in and out of me—it slipped against my pussy walls and pushed against my insides, making me…
There it is…
My mouth seemed to open on its own, and my voice trembled as I cried, “Ha!”
“Bryn? Is that you?” Alana called.
I gasped as I slapped my hand over my mouth, and the powerful sensation that made me want to pass out cooled.
“Who’s that?” Jamison whispered.
Even though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was watching us. Alana had a prime view of Jamison’s ass between my thighs.
After a few beats, Alana said, “Sorry, sorry… hand over my eyes, closing the door. Sorry. The front door was open.”
“That’s my assistant,” I whispered.
Jamison quietly chuckled as we remained completely still. I’d never been so embarrassed.
“Oh, and I’m glad you guys made it safely,” I shouted, trying to sound as if I wasn’t in the throes of passion. As soon as I said that, I realized I should have just stayed quiet.
Alana chuckled. “All righty, Bryn, and by the way, we’re starving. Do you and whoever you’re, um, fucking, want to grab some dinner?” She paused. “Is fifteen minutes long enough to finish?”
I raised my eyebrows at Jamison, and he did the same while nodding. Jamison shifted his cock in and out of my pussy. His fullness felt so good.
“Okay. Meet you in the lobby.” I sounded strained.
“Perfect, and enjoy! Oh, and thanks for our rooms. They’re lovely, boss. Like the ass on that guy.”
Alana chuckled, and Alex could be heard muttering, sounding as if he was chastising her, which he did when he thought she was being inappropriate. The front door slammed closed, and Jamison and I burst into laughter.
“Oh shit, she heard m
e having a real orgasm,” I said.
Jamison narrowed an eye. “How did you like it?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh my God, again, please.”
Softly, our lips melded, lovemaking resumed, and we ended with a bang as he made me come a second time.
Jamison and I chose to dress for dinner in separate parts of the suite. We could hardly keep our hands off each other. I had to touch him, smell him, and have his muscles and skin against me. I was addicted to the taste of his mouth and the expanse of his cock stretching my womanhood. The sounds he made during sex, against my ear, made me cream like ice melted by fire.
After a quick shower, I debated wearing my black leather skinny pants with my black V-neck button-front sweater or something Jamison would find more accessible. It was cold enough to freeze my ass cheeks off outside. I had brought a long black cashmere trench coat, though.
“Warmth,” I muttered.
I slipped into the leather pants and the black sweater—again, no bra. I gladly wore my black leather booties with the three-inch heels. Jamison was much taller than I was. I didn’t have to worry about dwarfing him as I had when I’d gone out with Dale, who was only two inches taller than me. I was five feet eight inches tall. He was five ten.
I applied red matte lipstick and brushed out my hair to give it more volume. I added mascara and plucked my eyebrows just a little. After one more check in the mirror, I was ready to chase the night.
Jamison was waiting for me on the sofa as he’d done that morning. He whistled his approval and rose to his feet. “You are so beautiful, Bryn,” he said as if my mere appearance had put him in a daze.
He looked scrumptious, too, in a pair of black pants, a gray silk shirt, and Italian leather loafers. He also had on his black cashmere duster. And his scent filled the room. Damn, he smelled so good. Jamison Cox was a hell of a sexy, well-dressed man—a woman’s dream. I could hardly believe we were making a go at a real relationship. At some point, we would have to discuss strategy regarding my brothers—mainly Jasper—and his father. But not yet.
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