by J. Daniels
Jamie slowly grinned.
“I can’t condense it,” I repeated through my tears, a little quieter this time. I reached up and held his face. “I can’t choose what’s most important because I know I’ll think of something that’s just as important and I might not think of it until an hour from now. Or in the morning. And I don’t want you thinking the way you look at me isn’t something I like as much as something else. It’s equally important.”
“Fuck it then. Don’t condense it,” he suggested, grin softening to a smile as he stepped into me. His grip slid down my body, over my ass to the backs of my thighs. Our foreheads touched. “Just start listin’ what you like, Legs,” Jamie said, voice dropping low and quiet. “I’ll know what you say now means just as much as what you tell me when I get inside you. Same goes for what you think of and feel like sharin’ tomorrow. And the next day. And next fuckin’ month. That work for you?”
I nodded, liking that he was thinking about next month. “That works for me,” I told him. Then I gasped when Jamie lifted me off the sand and guided my legs to wrap around his waist. I slid my hands to his neck and held on.
We started moving.
“What about your board?” I asked, speaking against his lips as we kissed softly.
“Fuck my board. I’ll get it later.”
I smiled. He was always saying that.
“’Kay,” I mumbled.
Jamie pushed his tongue inside my mouth, pulling back to suck on my lip. “How much you like me, babe?” he asked.
“So much,” I whispered.
“Yeah?”
I nodded as he took us up the stairs.
“You gonna start namin’ shit then?”
I smiled again, then I pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his ear. I closed my eyes. “You want a truth?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
I love you.
Chapter Sixteen
JAMIE
“You gonna give it up?” I asked Tori, moving my thumb in circles over her clit while I pumped my fingers into her pussy.
She arched off the floor and dug her nails into my thigh, moaning, “I did. I told you.”
“Lies, babe.”
She shook her head.
This was the game we were playing.
I knew Tori had a truth she was keeping from me and she knew I knew it, but instead of sharing whatever it was, she was insisting the bullshit she gave up on the deck was the only thing on her mind.
I knew she was lying the minute I saw her face.
“You want a truth?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
I reached the top of the deck and started crossing it to get to the slider, getting there before Tori gave up what she was offering and what I was asking for.
“You fall asleep or somethin’?” I chuckled, feeling her breath blowing slow and evenly against my ear. I paused at the door.
Tori moved her hands to my shoulders and slowly leaned away to look at me.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were big and bright, looking like she’d just heard something that surprised her.
What the fuck was she thinking about?
“Legs,” I prompted after several beats.
I watched her eyes close and a smile twist across her mouth, slow and shy. Then she shook her head and looked at me again, cleared her throat, tipped her chin up, and admitted, “I like that you call me Legs. I always did. I just pretended I didn’t because I didn’t want you thinking I did. But I do. I like it.”
She smiled big.
I stared at her, looking between her smiling mouth and her eyes that were still bright but not as big as before and settling on them. My gaze narrowed.
“What’s the truth you had ready to give up?” I asked.
Tori’s smile wavered the slightest bit. “What do you mean?” she questioned, knowing damn well what I meant.
“Might like that I call you Legs, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about a minute ago,” I told her.
“Yes, it was.”
“You had somethin’ else on your mind and you’re coverin’ with this.”
“I’m not covering.”
“You’re coverin’, babe.”
Her smile wiped clean from her face. “Liking that you call me Legs has been the only thing on my mind,” she insisted. “Nothing else. I’m not covering.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re lyin’.”
Her eyes pinned me with a hard look.
“Coverin’, too,” I added, smiling at her.
Tori glared at my mouth, glaring harder the bigger I smiled.
“You wanna kiss me?” I asked.
“Nope,” she answered immediately.
“Liar.”
Tori’s mouth twitched.
“You wanna get fucked?”
Her gaze lifted, met mine, and started heating.
“You wanna get fucked,” I repeated, saying it as a statement now.
“Absolutely not. That’s the last thing I want,” she contended, mouth tight, no longer twitching.
This was the game.
The little shit was lying. She was lying about a lot.
Telling me she didn’t want to fuck, but the second I got her inside, she started tearing at my board shorts, practically ripping them in half she couldn’t get them off me fast enough. Then crawling back up my body and kissing me like there was a time limit on that shit and she was racing the clock. Kissing me after saying she didn’t want to kiss me. Sloppy, wet, using her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Forgetting about breathing and just kissing for minutes until she had to break away, gasp for air, fill her lungs, and then go back in for more, giving it to me harder because she’d been deprived for a whole fucking second.
Only time Tori faltered and took on the lies she was telling, making them seem believable, was when I carried her into the kitchen and grabbed a sleeve of condoms out of a drawer I kept random shit in.
Flashlight. Batteries. Deck of cards. Condoms. Everyone had a drawer like that.
Tori stopped kissing me and pulled back, leaning to the side to look behind me as I carried her across the room, then she straightened up and looked into my face.
I made sure I wasn’t running us into the couch, getting us around it first, then doing that, I looked at her.
Tori was studying me. Eyes squinted in focus. Brows pinched together. She looked curious. Maybe a little pissy since I obviously kept condoms in the kitchen for a reason, and she was guessing that reason wasn’t because of her, that I had put them there a while ago and probably used them with others. Figuring this and deciding she was right in her assumptions, Tori went rigid in my arms and turned her head when I tried getting at her mouth.
I smiled against her jaw.
“Makes my dick hard when you act jealous,” I shared, laughing when she turned her head even farther until she was looking behind her. “Means you don’t like the idea of me touchin’ anyone else, even if that shit was before you and shouldn’t matter. I get that, babe.”
I moved lower and licked her neck. I bit down until she gasped and her limbs trembled.
“I wanna break the hands of every motherfucker who ever touched you,” I confessed.
Tori went rigid in my arms again, but it was different this time. She liked hearing that. I knew this because, along with going rigid, she whimpered and slid her fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair, gripping handfuls. Then she turned her head and let me get at her mouth again.
She was frantic before. I didn’t know what the fuck this was.
We were biting and hitting teeth more than we were actually kissing. Mouths crashing together. Noses getting in the way. Acting like neither one of us knew what the fuck we were doing, just knowing that we needed it and further knowing we’d do anything to get it.
Draw blood. Break bones. Didn’t matter.
She was crazy. I had lost my goddamned mind.
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sp; I got her naked, spread a blanket out in front of the fire, and tossed a pillow down, all while we kept kiss-fighting, which was the only word I knew to describe it. Once I got Tori beneath me and slid my fingers inside her, touching where she never lied, where she couldn’t lie, I started chipping away to get to the truth.
And she kept playing the game.
Denying it. Telling me there was nothing else she was thinking about while I fingered her slowly and stroked my dick so she could watch. Now I was adding my thumb and making her breaths come quicker, building it faster, knowing she was close to giving it up. And knowing Tori. Knowing her this entire fucking time.
She was mine, and I knew exactly what she was hiding.
“Think you love me, babe,” I offered up, tired of waiting for her to admit it.
Her eyes sliced to mine and widened in panic. I inhaled sharply through my nose when her nails cut in deeper on my thigh.
Fuck.
Tori’s fingers relaxed. She bit her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I murmured, pulling my hand out from between her legs. I planted it on the floor next to her hip and crawled over her, smirking. “You fuckin’ love me, don’t you?” I asked, dropping to my elbows and pressing us together, trapping my hard cock between us.
Lip still caught between her teeth, Tori slowly shook her head.
“You love me,” I stated.
She shook it quicker.
“Babe.”
“I don’t,” she argued, voice quiet. “Really.”
“Really, you do. That’s your truth, Legs.”
“It isn’t. I like that you call me Legs.”
“You like that and you fuckin’ love me. Said it built in you and that it’s more now. You said it. No denying what you said.” I bent closer, hovering over her mouth that was pinching together tight. “You’re way past likin’ me,” I murmured. “I hit your soft and I’m fuckin’ stayin’ there.”
She pulled in a breath, blinking.
“How much do you love me, Legs?” I asked, watching her eyes jump between mine.
“There are steps between like and love. I said I really like you. That’s the step I’m at,” she debated softly.
“Skipped right over those steps. You love me.”
“I didn’t skip.”
“You skipped.”
“No, I didn’t!” she snapped, bending her one leg next to my hip and planting her foot on the floor, then pushing off with all her strength and rolling us.
I laughed as my back hit the blanket. “Babe, just give it up,” I said, tucking the pillow under my head. “We both know what you’re feelin’.”
“There isn’t anything to give up, and I am not feeling anything other than what I just said,” she argued, hands flat on my stomach as she pushed up to her knees and slid down, straddling my thighs. “I like you. I like a lot of things about you and I like those things a lot, and we can waste time arguing that it’s only like and not love or you can lie there and shut your mouth for five minutes while I tell you what all I like.” She huffed out a breath and pushed her breeze-blown hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears. “Or at least some of what I like. I’ll need more than five minutes to cover all of it,” she added, holding my hips.
I smirked and lowered my gaze to her chest. I stared at her hard nipples, asking, “Can I tell you what I like?”
“I think we’ve covered that.”
“I like your tits,” I stated.
“I know.”
“A lot.”
“I got that.”
“Wanna cum on ’em and watch you lick it up after.”
Her legs tensed around mine.
I lifted my eyes to her face.
“Me, too,” she said quietly, reaching back and drawing her hair over one shoulder. “I want that. I want all the stuff you want. I think I always did.”
My chest tightened. I started breathing heavier.
Fuck me, this girl.
Holding my eyes, Tori leaned down and pressed her lips to my chest, kissing her way to my ribs. “I like how strong you are,” she began, watching me as she spoke. “And how tall you are. We’re at perfect hugging height.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Perfect hugging height?”
She blinked. “It’s a thing.”
“Right,” I mumbled, suppressing a laugh as I tucked my hands beneath my head and boosted myself up higher. “Take your word on that. What else?”
Fuck, I felt arrogant, wanting her to list what all she liked about me while her sweet mouth moved closer to my dick. Even strange shit I didn’t understand, like hugging height. I wanted to know it.
I wanted everything. Her body, her mind, her sanity. Having her break into my house or coming to my fucking work. I wanted her ruined.
I wanted Tori Rivera as fucked up and crazy about me as I was about her.
“I like how you…groom yourself,” she continued to list. Her shoulders jerked. “I feel like that’s important to mention.”
My lips curled up. “Right back atcha, babe.”
“I like how you watch me all the time. When I’m at work or if we’re all hanging out at Syd’s. Every time I look at you, you’re already looking. It’s like you’re never looking at anyone else. And I like thinking that’s true, even if it isn’t.”
I stared at her, mouth relaxing out of the smile I was holding, and Tori stared back. Not breathing. Not blinking.
She was waiting, wanting to know if what she just admitted was okay, if I liked it, too, and fuck, she liked how I watched her. She wanted me to do it and she wanted that shit to mean something.
It did. And I had no problem sharing.
“Go ahead and think that, babe,” I ordered, watching her eyes flicker wider and feeling the breath she was holding release against my chest. “I told you, if it ain’t you, I’m blind. Where the fuck else would I be lookin’?”
“It’s not just that you look, it’s how you look,” she explained. “Like I’m precious to you or something. And I know that’s probably just me wanting to see that, it’s not really there and you’re just thinking about having sex, but—”
“You got any idea what I feel when I look at you?” I interrupted, needing to shut down where her mind was going since that shit was toxic, wasn’t true, and she didn’t need to be thinking that.
Tori’s head lifted as her hands flattened on my chest. Her breath was coming out heavier now. I could hear it.
“It’s there, babe,” I told her. “How you think I’m lookin’ at you. For months, I’ve felt that.”
She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips. “I like the kind of man you are,” she stated, speaking a little louder and keeping her head raised and her big, round eyes focused on mine, blue orbs holding all kinds of truth and meaning in them.
My entire fucking chest got warm, like Tori had just lit a match and dropped it inside my rib cage. I closed my eyes and breathed deep.
Fuck. That felt good. And that was something I wanted to keep feeling.
“Say that again,” I ordered, eyes opening to look at her.
She blinked. Her mouth lifted in the corner. “I like the kind of man you are,” she repeated, speaking louder, more boldly. “And I—wait! I’m not finished!” Tori shrieked through a giggle when I grabbed her wrists, yanked her down, and then flipped us again so she was beneath me. “Jamie!”
“Finish when I get inside you,” I said, kissing my way down her soft, sweet body. Moving fast and frantic. Gripping her hard and handling her like I fucking owned what I was touching. “Fuck, babe, I…what the fuck?” I pushed her legs open, dipped my head, and gave her a long, slow lick.
“Oh,” she moaned, fingers lacing through my hair. “W-what? What’s wrong?”
I rocked back onto my heels between her legs and grabbed the sleeve of condoms off the floor, chest heaving, hands shaking. I felt like I was on something.
“Fuck,” I panted, pushing a hand through my damp hair. “Telling me you like the kind of ma
n I am and lookin’ at me like you mean that shit more than anythin’ you’ve ever said in your entire fuckin’ life. Givin’ me that shit after nine months of wantin’ you. Wantin’ nothin’ but you. You claim me and then give me that. Jesus.” I stuck the wrapper between my teeth and tore it open, spitting out the foil as I held her eyes. “Babe, you got no fuckin’ clue.”
I was referring to what that meant, what she just gave up, and what I was never letting her take back, and Tori was hearing that. She understood.
Sucking on her bottom lip, she nodded, letting me know she was following me. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier at Whitecaps,” she admitted as I got to work on the condom.
“I know.”
“About you being that other type of guy, the one that only cares about scoring pussy. I—”
“Babe,” I interrupted, meeting her eyes. “I know.”
Tori nodded again and went back to sucking on her lip. Getting that, I went back to what I was doing.
“I love my dad,” she whispered a breath later.
I paused, condom rolled halfway down my throbbing dick, and looked up at her, saying in a warning tone, “Legs,” because, what the fuck?
She wanted to talk about him now?
“He’s an amazing man,” she continued, not heeding my warning. “Not just to his family. He’s a great boss. Fair. Honest. And he’s always been great with Syd. He’s just, the best. The best man I’ve ever known.”
My dick started going soft. I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat, breathing deep, then opened them to look at her again. “I get that you think that, babe,” I said. “Straight up. You’re feelin’ appreciation for what I did and I feel that. But now is not the best time for you to be sharin’ shit about your dad.”
“I’m not just sharing. I’m making a point,” she argued.
“Any chance you can make it without bringin’ him up?”
“Probably not.”
“Then save it,” I told her. “My dick is out and we’re about to fuck. Maybe make your point later.”
She let out a breath. I watched her sit up and draw her knees to her chest. Fuck me. She was making her point now.
“Babe,” I pleaded.
“Syd told me about you offering to help Brian after his accident,” Tori began, ignoring my final attempt at shutting this shit down.
