Once I find the right balance, I step into the shower stall, tiled from floor to ceiling. The stall is big enough for two people, yet when Jamie gets in with me, we’re on top of each other with hardly any room to move.
I press my palm against his chest, pushing him beneath the water. He hooks an arm around my back, sending chills down my spine, even with the warmth of the water beating down on my face. Reaching behind me, Jamie takes the bottle of shampoo from the ledge and rubs it into my hair.
He’s so much taller than me that my face is lined up with his chest, as he massages my scalp. Soap slides down the side of my face and onto my breasts. Jamie notices the suds forming on my skin and rubs his hands over my breasts to wash them.
“Jamie,” I moan with my eyes closed because I have too much shampoo in my eyes to open them just yet.
This is the first time a man has washed me. And I love it, finding this so fucking erotic that my pussy is throbbing, begging for more of Jamie.
He continues to touch me, pulling me close enough that the water runs over my face. The heat from his touch spreads down from my arms to my toes. He commands control over my body, forcing me to bend to his will.
Staring up at his big, blue eyes that look right through me, I have a hard time catching my breath. Jamie is too sexy for words. He’s almost too good to be true. I waited for years to find a guy like him.
Jamie stops washing me long enough to dip down to kiss my lips, lifting me up in the process. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Regan.”
Hooking my legs around his middle, I dig my heels into his back. Once our tongues collide, I’m so consumed by Jamie that I could kiss him all day without coming up for air. And, as our lips separate, I have trouble breathing.
After he’s done exploring my body with his mouth, he moves back up to my face and holds me against the tile. I stare into his eyes, my mouth open wide, as he reaches between my legs, and slips his finger inside my wetness. Jamie leaves a trail of kisses down my skin until he reaches my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth, as his fingers plunge deeper.
I tremble beneath him, my breathing labored and sounding like a purr as I moan his name. My body responds to Jamie as if it were made for him. He knows exactly what to do to make me come.
Moving faster, Jamie now knows how I like it. I dig my nails into his shoulders and scream his name once more, my body writhing beneath him.
“Come for me,” he says, and I do, clamping down on his fingers as my orgasm rocks through my body.
Jamie removes his fingers to suck on them and then holds them out for me to stick my tongue out to taste. Not breaking eye contact, he takes my face in his hands, my juices coating both of our lips, and he kisses me passionately.
After our lips part, I thread my arms around his neck and lean my head against the wall. “Jamie, I want you to fuck me again.”
The corner of my mouth turns up into a wicked grin. He sets me down, long enough to open the shower door, reach over and grab the condom from the counter, and slides it up his length, before he has me up against the wall once more. Jamie positions himself at my entrance. Without any hesitation, he pushes inside me, giving me no time to prepare for his size, causing me to groan out in pain.
He takes my bottom lip in his mouth, sucking on it, all while fucking me so hard my back smacks against the tile. I don’t even care because with the pain comes pleasure I have been missing in my life for so long. Once our lips meet, we stay connected, allowing our mouths and bodies do the talking.
I fell asleep nestled in Jamie’s arms, cradled by his warmth, only to wake to the sun in my eyes, peeking through the crack in the light gray curtains hung across a long wall of windows. Rolling onto my side, away from the bright light, I reach out for Jamie, gripping the soft cotton sheets.
How long has he been gone? His side of the bed is freezing as if he never even slept.
I sit up and look around his bedroom, surprised how immaculate he keeps it, after seeing the mess he makes with his gadgets and toys.
I lean my head back against the wooden headboard that matches the nightstands on each side of the bed. The walls are an off-white that almost appear gray, plain, and what I would expect from a man like Jamie. He’s not the type to decorate or over indulge in things that are not tech related. He’d shell out money for a new watch or phone before he’d buy a nice suit. And I like that about Jamie.
I set my feet on the cold hardwood, and a chill runs through me. What temperature does Jamie set the thermostat? I hadn’t noticed how cold his place was last night with my body heating up from his touch. I consider slipping back under the covers before I get a whiff of something cooking. It smells like bacon, which makes my stomach growl.
Still naked from last night, I stand and search the floor for my clothes. There’s nothing there. Shit. I’m not about to go roaming around his house with nothing on. Digging through his drawers, I find a pair of black boxers and a white wifebeater to wear. My nipples are poking through the thin fabric, the chill in the air making the hairs on my hairs stand at attention.
After fixing my hair in the mirror hung on the wall in front of his dresser, I wander down the long hallway to the scent of bacon. I can’t stop smiling when I reach the living room and sneak up on Jamie, who’s in front of the stove with a plastic fork in his hand. With his dark hair messy and a pair of gray boxer briefs that hug his narrow waist, Jamie is fucking perfection.
Too focused on watching him cook me breakfast, I don’t approach him at first. The sight of him doing something domestic, all while looking sexy-as-fuck makes my ovaries do a happy dance. Jamie promised me breakfast. I’m glad he kept this one after breaking so many of our dates.
I sneak up behind him and press my face against his back to hug him.
His hand slides on top of mine, and he spins me around and into his arms. “Good morning, beautiful.”
The kiss he plants on my lips send a shiver through me, but his mouth and the magic he works with his tongue make me warm all over, the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes.
“Morning, handsome,” I say, once our lips separate.
“How did you sleep?” He swipes a strand of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“Like a baby.” I smile at him.
“You’re just in time for breakfast.” He releases me to set a plate of crispy bacon on the island and spoons scrambled eggs onto our plates. “You ruined the surprise. I was hoping you’d sleep a little longer, so we could have breakfast in bed.”
Feeling my way down his chest, my fingers stop at the band of his boxers. “We still can if you want.”
Jamie tugs at my shirt to pull me close enough that my breasts are pressing against his chest. “This looks familiar,” he says, with sarcasm in his voice. “I like seeing my clothes on you, but I think it would look better on the floor.” He says the last part with a sexy smirk. His hand travels beneath the fabric, eventually finding my breast.
A rush of energy surges through me, his touch causing my juices to pool between my legs. I’m so fucking wet for him. Once more, his mouth crashes against mine, our lips parting, hungry with desire for each other. Each kiss, I take in his manly scent, completely intoxicated by him.
His hands cup my backside, and he lifts me onto the kitchen island. He stands between my legs, his eyes glazing over every inch of my body.
Dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, he pulls it down just enough so I can suck on his finger. “Beautiful,” he mutters, “you’re so fucking beautiful, Regan.”
I smile so wide the muscles in my face hurt. “Thank you. I suppose you’re not so bad yourself.” I rake my fingers through his hair and chuckle.
He laughs into the crook of my neck and kisses my skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
“I think I’d rather have you for breakfast,” I say, running my hands over his soft skin.
“It’s as if you can read my mind. Stop using your Vulcan Mind Meld on me, woman.”
; “Oh my God, you’re such a nerd, Jameson. I really underestimated your super nerd powers.”
He shrugs, and it’s so fucking cute I want to leap into his arms and kiss him. “What’s wrong with a little Star Trek reference? I was only using it to make a point that we’re so in sync it’s as if we can connect on a deeper level.”
“So, are we like Spock and Kirk now?” I say the last part with a smirk.
Gripping the side of my face with his hand, his eyes widen and his mouth opens in shock. “You’re a Trekkie?”
I nod in answer. “My dad was and still is a huge fan of the Original Series. I practically grew up on that show along with a ton of other science fiction and fantasy shows and movies.”
“Woman, you know the way to my heart.” Jamie kisses me once more, and a chill rushes over me in waves, hardening my swollen nipples.
I break away from his lips and hook my legs around his back. “My pussy wants to meld with your dick, so you had better get to work, Captain,” I say with a wink.
He laughs so hard that he snorts. But it’s cute. Everything he does is so damn cute and sexy.
Without warning, Jamie lifts me off the counter and throws me over his shoulder.
“Hey, I gave you an order,” I say, with laughter in my voice, as he stalks toward the bedroom with me draped over his body like a doll.
“And I’m following it.” The arrogance in his tone sets my body on fire, excited by the promise of more.
Chapter 11
Jameson
The gymnasium at the rec center is at max capacity with all the kids and their parents taking up most of the space. On weekends, we have to take turns with sharing the court. It’s been a while since I attended a game with Charlie and our boys. For years, I’d helped Charlie coach the Gladiators. But with my hectic work schedule and Charlie’s wedding coming up, it has been tough.
I already disappoint Regan enough as it is with having to cancel on her last minute at times. Now, I have to do the same to Charlie and the kids. I hate that my job has turned me into such an unreliable person. Because that’s not who am I. Not even close. I was always the guy people could rely on, including Charlie. Now, I feel as though I am failing everyone, all because of my job.
The crowd hums to life as the first game ends, and Charlie tells our team to get their gear and head over to the bench. Slinging my gym bag over my shoulder, I walk alongside Charlie and drop the bag on the ground next to the bench. It’s sad that this is the only time we get to spend together anymore, apart from the usual wedding stuff.
While the boys practice their layups and free throws, we walk over to half-court to watch. As usual, Rico is showing off his layup skills. For his age, he displays serious talent that Charlie hopes to mold, as he gets older. If anyone could turn a kid into a star, it’s Charlie.
“What are you going to do next year when he’s too old to play on this team?” I ask Charlie, who turns away from the court to look at me.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “It might be time to start thinking about starting my own team. Alex keeps mentioning kids to me. He wants to be a father, but he hasn’t come out and said it yet, only drops the occasional hints.”
“You’d make a great mother, Charlie. Just look at what you’ve done with Rico and these kids. The proof is already there.”
“Thanks, Jamie.” Charlie smiles and pats me on the shoulder. “My life is changing now. This is so…weird.”
“It's the right kind of change, though.”
“I see changes in you, too. Ever since you met Regan, you’re different.” Scanning the court, Charlie checks off the names of the boys on the roster and clips the pen to the board. “Maybe you should think about making her a more permanent fixture in your life.”
“It’s this job,” I confess. “It keeps us apart more than I would like. Regan says she understands, but I know it must be hard for her not to hate me when I tell her I have to cancel plans.”
“Why don’t you just tell her why this is so important to you over dinner? Make the time to do something special with her that doesn’t revolve around your office or playing video games at your apartment. She might be okay with whatever she can get for now, but that is not going to last. You can only make so many excuses before they get old and tired.”
Surprised by her diatribe, I raise my eyebrows at Charlie. “Since when did you become such a romantic?”
She shrugs, flashing a wicked smirk at me. “Since Alex changed my life. You should see for yourself what it’s like to make a change for another person. I can tell you have feelings for her. Maybe even love. If that’s the case, you need to get your shit together. I regret spending all that time apart from Alex when I should’ve told Mickey to shove it. You should go into work and tell that asshole Conway to shove that job up his ass. Then, you’d be free to do what you want.”
I frown at her words. “I’d also be jobless and eventually homeless. What woman would want to date a jobless computer programmer?”
“You’re the smartest person I have ever known, Jamie.” Charlie cups my shoulder with a firm grip. “On your own, you could make millions. You don’t need that moron or his stupid company. I’m sure if people knew you were available they would scoop you up in a heartbeat. Or you could just write your own ticket and start your own company. You have the smarts and business sense for it.”
“Do you have any idea how much money that would cost to bring my team along with me to start up a company? I don't know if it would even succeed.”
“No, but I could bankroll your startup just on the commission I earned for scoring Dante West another crazy deal.”
“I can’t,” I stammer, “I’m not taking money from you, Charlie.”
She places her other hand on my shoulder, pushing down on both of them. “You have supported me both financially and emotionally for half of your life. The things you have given up for me I can never repay. You always sacrifice your own happiness for others, including me. It’s about time someone does something for you, Jamie. Let me help you.”
“I appreciate the offer, Charlie, you know I do, but I can’t. I have to do this alone if that makes sense.”
She dips her head in acknowledgment. “Okay. If you ever change your mind, Alex and I will be the first investors. I’d love to do that for you. We both would, after everything you have done for us.”
I shove my hands into my pockets, staring out at the court. “I’ll think about it. Okay?”
I have no intention of taking money from Charlie or Alex. But at least the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile, giving me a break from this conversation. Doing this on my own is too important to me.
The buzzer sounds, alerting the boys that it’s the end of their practice and time to start the game. They come running over toward the bench, all smiles and awaiting instructions from Charlie. She’s the Head Coach. Even as the Assistant Coach, I’m just here for moral support and to fill in whenever Charlie is out of town.
“All right, Gladiators. Let’s get those hands in here,” Charlie says, stretching her hand out in front of her body.
The boys layer their hands on top of Charlie’s, and I place mine on theirs, which always brings a smile to my face.
Once the boys take their places at center court for tip off, Charlie and I sit on the bench. She leans forward, using her knees to prop up her elbows, watching the boys intently.
“Reminds me of you,” I say, gesturing toward the court. “You were always one of the tallest on your team.”
She smiles, her eyes focused on the game. “I miss the rush, the feeling I used to get when a game would start. There’s just something about the adrenaline rush, a high you can only get from sports. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“I know what you mean. I was always the one on the sidelines cheering you on. I could see it in your eyes. That look.”
Sighing, she turns her head toward me. “You have always been on the sidelines, Jamie. That’s what I’m trying to t
ell you. It’s time for you to be the center of attention, out on the court and in the spotlight.”
“You want me to join a basketball team?” It’s more of a question than a statement, but I’m also messing with her.
“No, silly.” Charlie slaps me harder than she realizes in the biceps, leaving a sting behind. “I’m talking about your job, your future. You’re wasting your potential with Conway and that stupid company. TGS is the company that bought your first video game. They’re only working with Conway because of you.”
What she’s getting at finally sinks in. “I don’t even know how to get around my contract with Conway to look into other opportunities. The non-compete agreement is ironclad.”
“Mickey could help you,” she says, her tone serious.
“Mickey is a sports agent,” I counter.
“True, but before Mickey started DMG, he was a successful trial attorney. He didn’t just fall into this business. He had to work for it. And between Mickey and me, I’m sure we can figure a way around that contract. There’s always a loophole. I learned that from Mickey.”
“That’s because Mickey is a shyster,” I say, laughing.
She shrugs. “Everything Mickey does is legit. He just outsmarts everyone. That doesn’t make him shady, it makes him competent, tactical, and it’s also the reason we sign more big name clients than other agencies.”
“I guess it couldn’t hurt to let Mickey take a look.”
“Good.” Charlie flashes a tiny smile in my direction, her eyes shifting back to the court. “Are you still coming on Saturday? The girls are expecting my man-of-honor.”
“I’m supposed to meet Regan since we haven’t had much time to hang out. I was going to bring her along.”
“I’m assuming Regan is your date to the wedding. That’s kind of a shitty date, though. I doubt she’ll want to help you and the girls make wedding favors.”
I pretend not to gag at the thought of the wedding shower and all the pink that’s going to be everywhere. Charlie hates pink, but Sydney and Kennedy were too excited about planning this party that I didn’t have the heart to tell them that Charlie will pretend to like it, all while vomiting on the inside.
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