Gripping the sheets, I tilt my hips, craving more. He holds my hips in place. “We’ve got all night,” his hoarse whisper melts into my skin as he licks me at a leisurely pace, dragging his tongue back and forth in a torturous pattern and pace. I move one hand to his head, threading my fingers through his spiky tips, pulling him closer, holding him right where I want him. His fingers replace his tongue, pushing inside me, working hard to bring me to orgasm.
It’s been a long time in the making
It’s been a long time since we were last here
You and me
Naked between the sheets
Whispering sweet nothings to the moon
Skin to skin
It’s been a long time coming
Baby I’m home
In your arms
Is where I long to be
Give me all of you
Your body and soul
It’s been a long time in the making
Your body next to mine
Your lips pressed against my skin
Baby I’m home
In your arms is where I long to be
Trembling beneath your touch
It’s been a long time coming
You and me
Baby I’m home
My body is shaking, I want Jameson Lewis so damn bad. My release is teetering on the edge and I am ready to fall. I can’t keep lying to myself. There is no denying that he owns my heart. I’m still in love with him. “I want you.” I tug on the drawstring of his sweats.
“I’m yours, Peyton,” his words dissolve into my mouth. We kiss hard and deep, his tongue brushing against mine in greedy strokes. I shove his pants down, freeing his thick erection. His cock is hot in my hand as I guide him toward me.
“Wait,” I say in a panic. “Do you have a condom?”
Loudly exhaling, he rocks back on his calves. Running a hand through his wild hair, his face falls. “No. I didn’t exactly come here expecting to sleep with anyone.” Disappointment fills me and he sees it registering on my face as my mouth turns down in a frown.
“Well, this sucks.” I laugh. “I want to be able to trust you but, Jameson, you have slept around a lot. I’ve only been with two people since you and both guys wore protection.”
“I swear to you, Peyton, I’m not just saying this because I want you, I don’t care to wait. You’re worth waiting for, but not once did I have unprotected sex. It was never a risk worth taking but with you, if something were to happen, I’d fucking be happy about having a baby with you.”
The serious nature of our situation weighs on me, but I know what I want now more than ever. I want this man. “Come here,” I demand.
Jameson looms over me. The head of his cock is kissing my pussy lips. “Are you sure?”
“I want this. I want you.” I lean up on my elbows and kiss his eager mouth. Jameson settles his body over mine and slowly pushes the tip in.
His movements still, his muscles twitching and trembling as I stretch around him. “You’re made for me,” he says with a moan that sends a shiver coursing up and down my spine. I love knowing that I can make this rock god moan. That I make him lose control.
“Take me, Jameson. Show me you love me.”
God does he show me. Thrusting long, hard, and deep he makes love to me. Our bodies rock together, our moans melding together in harmony. Our heartbeats supplying the rhythm. We create a melody no one else can hear. I fall apart beneath him, crying out his name in a broken sob as my orgasm pulses through me in violent waves. I don’t want this night to end.
“Ride me, Fancy.” Rolling to his back he brings me with him. I grind down on him, riding him soft and slow, loving the way he’s gazing at me with pure adoration. His hands hold my hips with primal possession creating a delicious friction as his fingers bite into my skin with a bruising force. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls out the words. His breathing is labored the words catching in his throat. Circling my hips, I rise up and down again, impaling myself on his thick cock. I watch with elation as his eyes roll back in his head, and I feel the warmth of his essence filling me. The sensation gets me off again.
Jameson’s arms wrap around me, hugging me down to his sweaty chest. His cock is twitching inside me, and I feel so deliriously drunk on him. Euphoria is one way to describe it. We lay together for seconds, minutes, or hours, I’m not sure. I listen to his heartbeat feeling like all is right with the world as long as I am in his arms. Eventually his breathing evens out, and we fall asleep.
Coming to, I extract myself from his hold, missing the contact of being skin to skin with him immediately. I grab my discarded clothes and slip into his bathroom to shower and clean up. As I am digging through his toiletries, I find a box of unopened condoms. I scoff, my cheeks flaming hot. He’s a shit liar. I toss them on the counter of the sink and look at my flushed and satisfied appearance. My lips are swollen. His fingerprints are imprinted on my hips. His teeth marks are on my breasts.
Jameson thoroughly and properly fucked me. Last night was perfect. It was outstanding really, but now in the back of my mind I wonder why he lied about the condoms. Was it a line? Was he just too lazy to get the condoms? Was he afraid if he left me alone for two seconds, I’d change my mind and bolt from the room? Annoyance flickers through me. I’ve been with him for only a few hours, and already I am questioning the decision and him. This is madness. And it’s too damn early to be having such deep thoughts before coffee. I turn on the hot water and push all the negative thoughts away for now.
Chapter 26
Jameson
Waking up to the other side of the bed empty I feel deflated and wonder if it was all just a dream—Peyton coming to my room and making love to her all night until we both fell asleep. I can still feel her touch and smell her vanilla scent of her shampoo on my sheets. It wasn’t a dream. I smile as I roll out of bed eager to see what today holds for us. If only I could read her mind and know what she’s thinking this morning after the second greatest night of my life.
I start toward the bathroom and hear the shower running. She didn’t walk out on me. I would have deserved it if she had for the way I left her. The bathroom is fogged up with steam from the hot water. I can only make out her outline through the glass. She doesn’t realize I am standing here watching her, enjoying the show as she scrubs her fingers in her hair. I make use of the facilities and pause as I wash my hands, noticing the condoms on the sink. Shit, did she see them? I know I shouldn’t have lied but if I was going to be with Peyton, I wanted to feel her skin to skin, and I’m not sorry about it. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t hoping that more comes from last night. I was trying to get her pregnant again. I want her tied to me in every way possible. To make up for what I ripped away from her when I crashed my truck. I want a life with Peyton. I want to give her the fairytale I always promised her.
Stepping into the shower, I don’t ask for permission to join her. I grab the black loofah from her hands and take over. She doesn’t protest as I rub it up and down her torso, paying attention to every inch of her body. Her heated gaze is fixated on mine until I drop down and wash between her thighs. Her fingers tap the area between my shoulder blades where her name is tatted on my back.
“You tattooed my nickname on your back?”
“Damn straight I did. Was one of the first things I did in LA.”
I can’t tell if she is going to smile or cry.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m touched.” A proud smile spreads across her face as her lips curve upward. This is what I want to wake up to every day. This beautiful woman. I work on her backside and after she’s rinsed off, we trade places. Peyton takes over the task of washing me.
She’s being gentle and sweet until she cups my balls in her grip and says, “You have something to tell me?”
I squirm. “About the condoms?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah.”
“I’m not sorry.” I place my hand over hers and she lets go of the death grip
she had on my sac. Pushing her up against the tiled wall, I grab her pussy with raw possession. “This right here, sweetheart. It’s all mine. I was the first man to have you, and I’m going to be the last. I wanted you bareback. There’s no denying that, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you this time. If that means knocking you up to keep you, I’ll take it.” She gasps as I push a finger inside her. “Tell me I’m crazy because I am. I’m crazy about you. I thought I could go slow, but there is no slow when it comes to loving you.”
“Jameson,” she starts but I cut her off.
“Don’t deny me, baby.”
“I was going to say then call me crazy too. I don’t want to waste another five years.”
I crash my mouth down on hers. My cock is swelling and aching to be back inside her. We’ve lost so much time, but I’m going to spend every second of every single day making it up to her. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I kiss her breathless and hitch her knee up on my hip, driving my cock inside her. I’m not gentle about it. I’m rough in taking what I need from her, but she’s willingly giving it to me. Her eyes are closed as she lays her head back on the wall of the shower.
“Open those eyes, Fancy. I want them on this right here.” I pull back and tilt her head down so she can see me sliding in and out of her slick heat. Her chest heaves as I bend my head down to capture a nipple in my mouth. Bracing the wall with my palm I nearly lose my footing. Fuck this is dangerous. I reach behind me and turn the water off. “I’m taking you back to bed.”
We don’t bother drying off, I don’t care if we soak the bed. All that matters is being inside her.
I can’t tell where she begins and where I end as I pound her body into the mattress with one hand on the headboard for support. The bed knocks against the wall, and I don’t give a fuck who hears. I have my Fancy back and that’s all that matters to me. Her nails scratch down my back as I pump in and out of her body, filling her to the hilt.
She’s the sunshine warming my skin
The stars in my sky
I’d do anything to see her smile
Light of my world
Love of my life
I’d do anything to see her smile
She’s my girl
Light of my world
Keeper of my heart
Love of my life
No one is above her
She’s biting her lip and muffling her cries. “Let go for me, baby. Need to hear you.” I draw out and push back in slowly, teasing her as her walls squeeze me tight. I know she’s so close. I repeat the motion over and over again until her legs tremble and she cries out. “That’s what I’m talking about.” I kiss her neck knowing it turns her on. I’m far from done with her.
A knock on my bedroom door however interrupts my plans. “Mr. Lewis. You’ve missed breakfast and lunch, sir. I really need to speak with you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “I just got out of the shower. Give me five minutes.” Peyton giggles and wiggles beneath me. “Make that ten,” I groan as she arches her back, and I sink deeper inside her.
‘Ten minutes,” I hear the man’s annoyed voice.
“Where were we,” I murmur. “Oh yeah.” I draw out of her sweet heat then hammer into her again. The bed is creaking, and Peyton is moaning in my ear. Life doesn’t get any better than this.
Ten satisfied minutes later, Peyton is sneaking back to her room by way of the balcony we share, and I am getting dressed to see what this fucker wants. I throw open my door a bit breathless and this pencil dick with a clipboard clears his throat. “Sir, I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on the huge ratings the show received last night.”
“Is that all?” I narrow my eyes on him. If he was only banging on my door to tell me this shit, I am going to rip him a new asshole.
“Of course not. The promos for the next show have been airing all day and Waking Up In Nashville wants to interview you for a gusset spot and Mr. Grant would like Peyton Mathews to accompany you, but I can’t find her. Have you seen her?” He smirks like he knows she was just in my bed.
“Do I look like her keeper?” I grumble.
He clears his throat. “You’ll need to be ready to leave at three in the morning. It’s an early taping.”
“Anything else?”
“Is there anything I can get for you?”
“Nope.” I give him a fake smile and close my door. All I need is Peyton all to myself.
**
Waake Up Nashville
“Good morning, Music City. It’s another beautiful day here in the state of Tennessee. This morning you are in for a real treat. We have Nashville’s very own Jameson Lewis, front man of Jameson’s Addiction, and a current judge of the new talent show, Nashville Star, filming right here in the heart of the city.”
I squeeze Peyton’s hand backstage as we wait for our cue to enter stage left and have a seat on the sofa next to one another. It’s early and she literally rolled directly out of my bed and into hair and makeup. It’s torture to keep my hands to myself around the crew and around others at the mansion. I want to kiss her all the time. I want the world to know she’s mine. I’d give anything to go out on this stage right now and propose. I know I’m going to marry her.
“Please welcome to the show, Jameson Lewis and Peyton Mathews,” Greta Newlen welcomes us.
Peyton lets go of my hand and walks out first with a smile and wave. I get so caught up in watching her that I miss my cue. I hurry out behind her and we both take our seats.
“We are just so excited to have the two of you here with us today. I have to say I have always been a fan of your music, but I never would have dreamed you’d end up judging a country music talent show and alongside your ex-girlfriend supermodel, Viola Cortella. What’s that like working with her?”
I can feel the tension rolling off Peyton in angry waves. I should have told her. I was so caught up in getting her back I never even thought about it. I know I have fucked up. She shouldn’t have found out like this.
“Well, I wish Viola the best in her life and her career. We hardly knew each other. I barely remember taking her on a date.” I laugh. “The show is going great. We have so many talented contestants. Like Peyton here. Her last performance really moved me.”
“Well speaking of Peyton.” Greta touches Peyton’s hand. “We have a clip we’d like to show that airs on this week’s episode of the two of you. You coaching her and then some of that performance.”
Footage of Peyton and I working closely together on the couch during the rehearsal session rolls. My love for her is written all over my face. America has to know now that I love this woman. I touch my pinky to her thumb discreetly and she fidgets, moving her hands to her lap. Shit. She is so pissed with me. The screen changes to Peyton’s performance, showing her raw emotions as our eyes meet across the stage. Fuck me the intensity is oozing through the damn screen.
“My my. You two have quite the chemistry. Peyton, sweetheart, you know how to sell a feeling. If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe you were singing straight to Jameson.”
“She’s a rare talent,” I state quickly trying to steer the conversation away from our relationship.
“Are the two of you single? I’m sensing sparks here. Any chance of a behind the scenes romance?”
Peyton’s cheeks are burning hot. She wasn’t ready for a live interview she hasn’t been prepped on not reacting to questions. “Now, Greta. I’m waiting for you,” I tease, and she laughs.
“Could we talk the two of you into singing a little something for us?”
“Why not. Peyton?” I look to her and stand, holding my hand out to her. Her fingers are trembling when she accepts my help to get up from the couch.
I lead her over to the small area of the stage that is by the show’s stage band. There’s only one microphone meaning we are going to have to share and stand close together. The band starts playing an old Amy Grant song, Next Time I Fall In Love. I start singing and Peyton hits her notes beautifull
y. I can’t take my eyes off her. I can’t help but feel like this appearance and this damn song choice is a setup, but no matter, singing with Peyton is better than I imagined it to be. We complement each other.
We finish the song and the camera cuts back to Greta. “Thank you for that moving performance. You can catch their new show, Nashville Star, airing Tuesday’s on your local Pure Country Network.”
Peyton rushes from the set and I follow closely behind her.
Chapter 27
Nashville Gawker
OMG, I am squeeing! Did you catch a certain Wake up show this morning? I am dying over here. The chemistry between Jameson Lewis and Peyton Mathews is off the chains. HAWT! Peyson just may be my new favorite couple. I need this to happen. Click my link below to watch a replay of their interview and the duet they performed live. I want an album and a wedding and babies. People. Tell me you don’t love them?!
Chapter 28
Nashville Gawker
Stop the presses!
Sources tell us that Peyton and Jameson aren’t just falling in love behind the scenes of Nashville Star, but apparently the pair were childhood sweethearts. Check out this picture of Jameson and Peyton from high school. Their love story all came crashing down one night when a drunk Jameson got behind the wheel of his truck. He walked away with barely a scratch, while Peyton remained in a coma for a month, hanging onto her life by a thread, and she lost her unborn child.
This story keeps getting juicier. Will these reunited lovers get a happily ever after this time around? A source close to Jameson has said it won’t work out and that they were always doomed to fail. Guess we’ll have to watch and see what happens next. I for one am rooting for these two.
Chapter 29
Peyton
Getting back in the car after that ambush on the morning show about Viola, I don’t know whether I want to smack the hell out of Jameson or fuck his brains out right now to stake my claim on him. I sit back in the seat with my arms folded across my chest not trusting myself not to do something impulsive and crazy right now. Now I know why she seemed so familiar. I remember Ruby Jane mentioning how she couldn’t believe her brother would date someone so plastic.
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