That’s all I need to read before my bottom lids grow heavy, the waterworks spilling down my cheeks. “Jamie named his artificial intelligence software after…me.” I choke out the last few words, unable to hold back the tears of joy, clutching the newspaper article against my chest.
“I know,” Murph says, his voice low and soft. “I was one of his beta testers.”
“You knew about this?” My eyes widen in shock, and I smack him playfully in the arm.
He nods. “Yup. I’ve known for a while now.”
“What kind of friend are you? You should have told me what he was doing.”
“He didn’t want you to know until the deal went through. There was one point where he wasn’t sure if the company he sold the game to would go for it. His lawyer had to sort out a bunch of legal stuff to make it work. It was a real nightmare.”
“He did this for me,” I say, sobbing. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“You can go tell him you love him back.”
“Tell him?” I glance down the hall, wondering if Jamie is hiding somewhere. “Well, where is he?”
“He said you’d know where to find him.”
Mulling over his words, I look at the stand in front of me, assuming this is where he means. But, then it dawns on me that while this is the spot where we’d first met, it’s not where Jamie had asked me out.
“Thanks, Murph.” I smile so wide my face hurts.
“Anytime,” he says, returning the gesture.
Stuffing the newspaper clipping back into the envelope, I make a run for it, sifting through the crowded halls that wrap around in a circle, feeling as though they go on forever. By the time I reach the place where I stole nachos from Jamie’s tray, I am out of breath. I hunch over to collect myself, sucking in some air.
Once I come to a standing, I search the sea of people, the air around me humming with energy. Strong arms wrap around me, his breath warm against my skin, as Jamie pulls me against his chest. I know it’s him before he even speaks. I would know that manly scent and his muscular body that contours around mine anywhere.
“Hey, Foxy,” he whispers into my ear, leaving chills down my spine. “I see you got my message this time.”
Resting my head on his shoulder, I look up at him, staring into his eyes. “You named your company after me.” I can barely speak the rest of the words, so overcome with emotion, but I manage to finish. “And your software. You named it after me. You never name anything. I thought it was bad luck.”
“Not anymore.” His grip on me tightens, hardening my nipples, and his touch goes straight between my legs. “I realized something while we were apart. I should have named the games I wrote, but I didn’t want to get too attached, only to turn them over. The one thing I never told you was how I grew up, and why it’s so important for me to do things on my own.”
“I know about you and Coach, if that’s what you mean.”
“Right,” he says, “then you also understand that’s why it’s so hard for me to let go of things. My parents had given me a name, and then, they gave me away, or at least that’s what it had felt like when I was a kid. I did the same thing with my first video game. It was becoming a vicious cycle, one I had repeated for a long time before I stopped bothering to even name the games I was coding. But I realized, because of you, that was also the reason why I couldn’t finish the game for TGS.”
“Did you ever hand it over to that company?”
“No, I made them buy the license from me. I still own the software.”
Holding my hand over his, the warmth of his body spreads throughout mine like wildfire. “I still can’t believe you did all this for me.”
“I’m sick of losing things that are important to me. You are too important, Regan. I lost my parents when I was twelve. I lost my game when I was twenty. And I lost you when I was twenty-seven. I’m done with all the loss. I need you in my life, Regan. I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you that all I could think about for the last month was how much you would love this game. How it was made for you. How you are made for me.”
“We are made for each other,” I say, wiggling free of his grasp, so I can face him. “I love you, too, Jamie. I have for a while now.”
“How come you wouldn’t return my calls?”
“Because I wanted you to get your head out of your ass. I’m glad that my plan worked. You did far more with our time apart than I had ever imaged. I wasn’t so sure you would change at all. You were too stuck in your ways. I can’t live my life around your work schedule. You have to make time for me.”
“I will never make that mistake again,” he says, against my lips. “Move in with me. This time, say yes. I want to fall asleep with your head on my chest and wake up with you in my arms. I need you, Regan. This company needs you. I am building this for us, for our future.”
Wiping the tears from my face, I flash him a smile. He looks as though he’s holding his breath from the beat that passes between us before I finally mutter, “Okay. Yes, I’ll move in with you this time. But things will be different.”
“It will be. I promise.” His lips graze mine, and he tugs at my bottom lip, taking it in his mouth. “I love you, Regan,” he whispers between kissing me. “I love you so much.”
My heads spins from each kiss. We devour each other as if no one is around us when the halls are packed with screaming fans. But nothing matters at this moment. Only our love for one other and the future we will plan together. Nothing in my life felt complete until I met Jamie.
Consumed by his love, his kisses grow softer, more tender. I want to strip him of his clothes. Until I stop myself, recalling our surroundings.
Breaking away from his lips, I say, “How about we finish this in my office.”
“I thought we could go home.”
Home. Our home. Where I belong.
“That sounds great, but I can’t just leave in the middle of a concert. I have a job, you know.”
“Not anymore. Foxy Developers needs someone with your skills.”
“I seriously cannot believe that you named your company Foxy after me.” I shake my head at him, laughing. “You’re such a nerd, Jameson O’ Connor.”
“Say what you want but this nerd just made a fortune because of his nerd superpowers, so laugh it up, babe, because I laughed all the way to the bank.”
I tug on his shirt to pull him closer. “A nerd wouldn’t fuck me the way you do. While I might have missed your brain, I missed your body even more.”
“Is this the part where you make another Star Trek reference because that would be such a turn on right now.” He chuckles, as he says the last part.
“Nope.” I smile. “I’ll save that for later. Now, take me home, and show me what I’ve been missing.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” he says, laying on the sarcasm.
Chapter 16
Jameson
After Regan had agreed to move in with me, I didn’t hesitate to pack up her things and drive them over to my apartment the next morning. I spent too much time without her to waste another minute. Now, she’s here, living with me. Everything fits into place, our lives once again intertwined. Bringing the last box up from the car, I kick the door closed with my foot and set it down on the floor in the living room. Asking Regan to move in with me was one of the best decisions I ever made. With our past issues out of the way and the new company to look forward to, we are ready to take the next step in our relationship.
I was an idiot to let her go in the first place. My one regret is waiting as long as I did before I realized the opportunity I had sitting on my computer after all these years. Charlotte and Mickey helped me get out of my contract with Conway Development so I could approach TGS with my artificial intelligence software. At first, they were hesitant, given their relationship with my previous employer, but I had impressed the hell out of Conrad.
Most of my team had come with me. They work out of my dining area, living room, and office for the moment. Bu
t I have plans to expand the company to a regular office space in the city. If not for Regan, I doubt I would have forced myself out of my comfort zone to take this risk. It was worth the risk, and so is Regan. She’s the best chance I have ever taken.
Regan walks down the hall in a pair of hot pink booty hugging shorts with a matching tank top. And no bra. Her nipples are so hard they’re poking through the thin fabric, practically begging me to touch them.
“I’m almost unpacked,” she says, her tits shaking as she moves closer, putting more into her step. “I just have a few more things to find places for in your bedroom.”
“Our bedroom,” I correct. “This is your home, too.” I wrap my arms around her and lift her up, her feet digging into my back for a second before I set her back down on the floor. “I need to get you out of these clothes. You have too many on.”
She smiles and slips her arms around my neck. “Take me to our bedroom, Jamie.”
I press my forehead against hers, our lips almost touching. “You have no idea how much I like hearing that. I want to share everything I have with you, Regan.”
“How about we start by sharing our bodies?” She giggles like a child. “You can show me how good you are at melding your dick with my pussy.”
I laugh so hard that my cheeks hurt from smiling. “I think you’ve ruined Star Trek for all fans now.”
“What?” She says, pretending to be offended. “You’re really good at it.”
I press my lips to hers and mutter. “I love you, Regan.”
“I love you, too, Jamie,” she whispers.
Before I can speak another word, she parts my lips with her tongue, our kisses soft and passionate while also rough and aggressive. She sucks me in, makes me whole. For once I have something to look forward to and someone to share it with. For years, all I’ve had is my work and Charlie.
I never thought Regan would walk into my life in such an unexpected place, capturing my heart and filling the void that I overloaded with work. Regan’s kisses complete me. Our love consumes me. I never knew what I wanted out of life until I met Regan.
Regan peels her lips from mine and says, “Hurry up and take me into the bedroom so I can check out your hard drive.”
“Oh, my God, woman.” I laugh once. “You’re out of control.”
She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes. “I thought you’d appreciate some nerd humor in the bedroom.”
Holding her tighter, I walk into the bedroom and set Regan down on the comforter. It’s a pale blue with white flowers. This is her bedroom now just as much as it is mine, so I had to give in when she wanted to use the girly bedding from her place. I asked her to give up her apartment to live with me. The least I could do is bend to whatever she wants to make herself feel at home. Because this is our home now.
She looks gorgeous, as always, with her blonde hair fanned out around her face, and her legs open wide for me. I lean forward to strip her of her shorts and panties and throw them on the floor behind me, licking my lips at the sight of her wet pussy.
I remove my shirt and then work on my jeans and boxers, leaving a pile of clothes behind me, as I get on the bed with Regan and position myself between her legs. Taking my time, I push her shirt up and over her breasts and reach behind her to unhook her bra.
She lifts her shirt over her head, and I help her out of it. Then, I strip her of her bra so I can suck on her nipple while I massage her other breast. Leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her stomach, I slip two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. Her body jerks with each movement, my pace quickening the harder she clamps down on my fingers.
“Jamie,” she moans as she comes, and after her body stops trembling, I pull back my fingers and take hold of my cock, easing inside her slow, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size. She makes a hissing sound as I enter her and bites down on her bottom lip.
As I slide in and out of her, I pick up the pace and grip her hips. I bend down to kiss her, allowing myself to get wrapped up in her kisses, keeping my movements steady. With a firm grip, I lift her leg up and over my shoulder and push further inside her. She strengthens the hold she has on me, as her moans turn into screams and an intense orgasm rocks through her.
Now that she’s come, I pump faster, the sweat trickling down my forehead with each thrust. My body trembles one last time as I kiss her, slow and passionate, more sensual than normal. After I plant a few more kisses on her neck and chest, I slide out of her and roll onto my side of the bed.
I rest her head on my chest, still trying to catch my breath. “I love you,” I choke out, overwhelmed with emotion. Now that I have Regan back, I plan to tell her how much I care about her every day. “You already said yes to moving in with me, but I have one more thing to ask.”
“I love you, too, but now you’re making me nervous. Does it involve hiding a body?”
I chuckle at her comment. “You’re insane, woman.”
“You know I keep you entertained.” She brushes her fingers along my stomach, tracing lines along the curves of my body. “Okay, what is it? Ask away.”
I hold her tight, never wanting to let her go. “Will you be my date for the wedding?”
“I thought that was already a given.”
“True, but I never got the chance to officially ask you.”
“It’s not like we’re in high school, and you’re asking me to go to prom with you. You’re silly.” She hooks her leg around my thigh, burrowing her face in my chest, as she wraps herself around me like a koala. “Of course I will be your date.”
“I have one more thing to ask then. Would you be okay with wearing one of Charlie’s bridesmaid dresses? She thinks you should be part of the wedding.”
“Really? She wants me to be a bridesmaid? That’s kind of shocking.”
She attempts to get up from the bed to look at me, and I pull her back down to snuggle her against my side. “You’re the one, Regan. I know it. Charlie knows it. Everyone knows it.”
“Except for me, apparently,” she deadpans.
“That’s why I asked you to move in with me.”
“So, you’re saying you want to marry me? That’s a big step so soon, don’t you think?”
“I’m not saying we need to get married right away, or even this year, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That much I know.”
“Regan O’Connor,” she says, her voice trailing off. “My initials would be ROC. Rock isn’t all that exciting.”
“You are my rock,” I say, kissing her hair. “I need you in my life. You keep me grounded, more focused. I owe everything I have now to you pushing me, forcing me to become a better man.”
She peeks up at me, the hair sweat-matted to her forehead. “You invented that software all on your own, Mr. Smarty Pants. I just gave you the motivation you needed.”
I take her hand and place it around my growing erection. I can never get enough of Regan.
“That was fast,” she says, surprised.
“I have a lot of missed time to make up,” I groan into her ear, lifting her up in the process. “Now, be a good girl and come on my cock.”
A broad smile crosses her lips, as she lifts her hips up just enough to push me inside her. She moans, pressing her palms down on my chest, riding me harder.
With only a few more days until Charlie’s wedding, the last thing on my man-of-honor list is the bachelorette party, which is kind of ridiculous, considering I should be going out with Alex and the guys. Instead, Sydney is forcing Regan and me to bake penis cakes. Yes, we’re making fucking cakes that look like dicks.
Who is going to eat them?
Sydney peeks up from beneath her dark lashes, an impish turning up the corners of her mouth. “You’re good at this, Jamie. You really know your way around a monster cock.”
Kennedy and Regan burst into laughter, following Sydney’s lead.
Throwing my hands onto my hips, I shake my head at them. “Laugh it up, ladies. I’m glad you’re gett
ing a kick out of this.”
“I can’t believe how good of a sport you’ve been,” Kennedy chokes out between fits of laughter. “Tyler wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the things you’ve done with us.”
“Either would Carter,” Sydney chimes in. “I told him what we were doing before I left the house, and he was shocked Jamie was helping us out with this project.”
“I’m doing this for Charlie. I could care less about bridal showers or bachelorette parties, and I certainty do not want to make penis cakes, but if this is what she wants, then I will do it. What choice do I have?”
“You’re a good egg, Jamie. Charlotte is lucky to have you.” Sydney says, holding up her cake to admire her work. She wrote Eat Me on her monster cock cake. At least Sydney keeps things interesting. “But Charlotte never asked us to make penis cakes,” she adds with a chuckle. “That was my idea.”
“Of course it was,” Kennedy announces, frowning at Sydney.
“But you said—” I mutter before Sydney interrupts my train of thought with her laughter.
“I just wanted to see if you would do it. And look how much fun we all had doing this together.”
“There you go playing your games with men again,” Kennedy says, giving Sydney an evil look. “You’re supposed to be reformed. Poor Jamie had to decorate balls.”
She shrugs, flashing Kennedy a girlish look. “What? It’s not like guys don’t get blue balls.”
“You would know all about that. That’s your area of expertise.” Kennedy covers her mouth with her hand and chuckles.
“Oh, c’mon, Ken, I’m just having some fun. Live a little.” Sydney shoots an apologetic smile in my direction. “You survived, right, Jamie? It wasn’t that bad.”
I take a seat on a stool in my kitchen, across from Sydney, and place my palms on the island. “Barely. I might be scarred for life. Making a penis cake for Charlie was disturbing, to say the least.”
“It was fun,” Regan says, leaning her head on my shoulder. She lowers her voice so that only I can hear, as Sydney and Kennedy start up their own conversation that sounds almost like an argument. “All this baking and talks about monster cocks makes me want to play with yours.”
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