Never Let go

by Darling, Lucy

  “Thanks.” She hops up from the bed and darts into my bathroom. I run a hand down my face trying to remember I’m not a caveman. “The bathroom is a dream.” She wanders out a few seconds later. I fight a groan. I thought she was going to take off her sweater but it looks like she ditched everything but my shirt. She crawls back onto the bed, her ass in the air, giving me a nice view of her thighs before she is pulling the covers over herself.

  I hit the lights before I circle the bed and pounce on her to find out what color her panties are or if she even has them on. I’m thinking not. Those jeans she had on before hugged every curve of her body and I didn't see any lines, but she could be wearing one of those thongs or something. I pull the covers back and climb in.

  “Jameson?” She breathes my name. I can tell from her tone something is wrong. If she asks me to leave I will. I’ll sleep in the hallway. It couldn't be worse than some of the nights I slept out on the land with the cattle.

  “Yeah, Bunny?”

  “Can we…” She pauses before she starts again. “Can we cuddle?” In one quick move I shift my arm, reaching out to snag her around her waist and pull her in to me. Her back comes to my chest as I wrap myself around her and fuck, does it feel good. She doesn't say a word but her breathing shifts and I know she’s out in seconds. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet smell. I could see how a man could become obsessed with her. Too bad for everyone else because she is mine now.

  8

  Bunny

  I cuddle deeper into the bed. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep but I’ve never felt more rested in my life. I’m not sure I’m ever going to get up. My breath catches as everything from last night comes back to me. It all seemed to happen so quickly.

  There’s no warm body wrapped around me but his smell surrounds me. I peek open my eyes praying this isn't a dream. Sure, it sucks Jameson is gone, but it would suck more if he wasn't real. My eyes meet the soft blanket I’ve buried myself in.

  “Jameson.” I say his name, moving some of the blanket out of the way. My eyes meet the clock on the nightstand that reads after ten. Wow, I really crashed. I had been physically and mentally exhausted by the time we made it to the ranch. Even though I know I would have pushed myself further if it meant getting more of Jameson.

  “Bunny.” Jameson comes walking into the bedroom in blue jeans and a black shirt that stretches across his broad chest. He does not look like he’s a billionaire oilman. If anything, he looks like a cowboy. And by the looks of his broad chest and muscular arms, I assume he works hard at maintaining his land.

  “Sorry I slept so late.” I stretch, still not sure I want to get up. In fact, I wish I had the moxie to grab Jameson and pull him back into bed with me. He sits down on the side of the bed, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. His touch is gentle. It feels like a lover’s touch.

  “I was letting you sleep.” His eyes roam over my face. “Fuck you’re beautiful, but I suspect you already know that.”

  “Doesn't mean I don’t like hearing it from you.” I lick my bottom lip. I probably look a little bit like a mess right now but you wouldn't know it from how he’s looking at me. He doesn't make me only feel beautiful, but sexy. That is different. I'm used to being on a stage with everyone looking at me but I’m not used to someone actually seeing me. “Are we unpausing yet?”

  He closes his eyes for a second. My heart drops. Is it possible that I’ve read him wrong? Did he wake up this morning and change his mind?

  “We can’t unpause.” He opens his eyes. His hand slips under my shirt, drifting up my thigh until he gets to my hips. His fingers dig into them. “My mom’s here.” I swear I see a brief pout on his face.

  I smile, bursting into laughter.

  “It’s not that funny.”

  “It’s kinda funny.” I’ve never been busted in someone's bed before. “Wait. She knows I’m here?”

  “Yeah and she’s about to burst with excitement. Please forgive me now for anything embarrassing she might say. She’s probably in there planning our wedding.”

  I smile wider, loving the idea that he’s so close to his mom. It may also be because the thought of being married to him doesn’t sound half bad either.

  “She doesn't mind that you had a girl stay over?” I tease, making him smile. It does something to my insides. He looks even more handsome like that.

  “I think she’d be pretty damn happy if I brought any girl home, but she’s over the moon it’s you.” He gives my hips a squeeze.

  “You bring a lot of girls home?” I find myself asking. I shouldn’t but I can’t help the small pang of sudden jealousy I feel. It’s not really my business. I tell myself that but it doesn’t help.

  “I don’t bring anyone home.”

  “Oh.” I bite my bottom lip, liking that more. “So I guess I’m special then.”

  “Something like that.” He leans down, his mouth meeting mine. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of him. The kiss is over almost as soon as it began. He stands from the bed.

  “If I don’t leave we’re never getting out of this room.” He reaches down, adjusting his cock. I try to keep my face neutral acting as though I’ve seen a man do that before. Pretending that it’s normal. I can be cool and casual. “Meet me in the kitchen? Mom’s cooking.”

  “Sure,” I say with too much pep. So much for playing it cool. He smirks at me before leaving me alone in his bed. Not wanting to be away from him, I dart into the bathroom to get myself ready. Not that I have much to wear here so I pull on my pants under his shirt before I venture out of the bedroom.

  “Should I go to the store? I bet she needs clothes. Is she allergic to anything?” I hear Jameson’s mom before I can make it to the kitchen.

  “Why don’t you ask her?” He turns, looking at me. I didn’t think I was that loud. He must have killer hearing or something.

  “You’re awake.” Rebecca practically bounces over to me, wrapping me in a hug. “JJ told me everything. I hope you’re okay.” She pulls back, looking down at me. Everyone in this family seems so tall compared to me. Her eyes are soft like a mother’s. A rush of emotions fills me from her genuine concern for me. I can already tell what a good mom she is.

  “I’m fine.” I smile at Jameson. “Your son has been looking out for me. He makes a mean grilled cheese. And I’m not allergic to anything.”

  “Perfect. I’m making brunch.”

  “Brunch?” Jameson looks confused. “You said breakfast.”

  “Well, it’s brunch now.” I fight a laugh because I don’t think he knows what brunch is. I think she meant for it to be breakfast but I slept too late.

  “I don’t care what you call it, Ma, I’m just hungry.”

  “Then set the table and I’ll get your girl here some coffee.”

  “You mean the breakfast bar. Wait.” He gives his mom a playful smile. “Brunch bar?”

  She lets out a huff. “That’s fine if you don’t want to eat at the table.”

  “We never eat at the table,” he points out. I keep on smiling watching the two of them bicker.

  “That’s because you haven’t gotten married and given me grandbabies to fill the table.”

  “Did I tell you, Bunny?” He looks over at me. “She barely made it five minutes before she mentioned babies. I’m working on it, Ma.” He bends down, planting a kiss right on me. It’s quick. He starts whistling while pulling plates out of the cabinet. I stand there in shock.

  “He’s talking about you,” Rebecca whispers from next to me. My whole face flushes. I don’t know if she’s now teasing me or not. Either way, excitement builds inside me. I know it’s too soon to think about those things, but it is nice to know that’s an option for me. I am starting a new life. One with Jameson sounds really good. More than good actually.

  9

  Jameson

  I lean up against the counter watching my mom and Bunny talk. I take a long sip of my coffee. This is a sight I could get used to. It's not only the
breakfast I’m talking about. It’s everything about Bunny, from the way she’s making easy conversation with my ma and the overall feel her presence has in my space. I can’t explain it, but I know she’s meant to be here. And not only temporarily.

  Her cuddling into me all night was both satisfying and excruciating at the same time. I could feel each little inhale and exhale that came from her. Her round ass was pressed against my hard cock all night, tempting me to within an inch of my control. She’d finally turned in the middle of the night and wrapped herself around me. I thought it would be better but I was wrong. She had thrown her leg over mine, causing her hot little cunt to rub up against my thigh.

  It took every last bit of my willpower not to flip her over and pin her to the bed. That was about the time I decided that no matter how much I wanted to stay there with her like that forever, getting out of the bed was the only option. That and I heard my mom come in the front door. She and I are going to have to discuss some new ground rules. Not that she’ll abide by them fully.

  “What are you kids up to today?” Ma asks, breaking me from my dirty thoughts of Bunny. I watch as Bunny looks over toward me. I can see the excitement in her eyes thinking about spending some time together.

  “Thought I’d take Bunny out on Princess to see some of the land.” I mean, she should start getting familiar with the property since this will eventually be her home too.

  “That sounds nice. How about I pack you a basket and a blanket so that you can eat in the pasture?” She turns looking at Bunny. “It’s peaceful there. You’ll love it. There’s a lake too. JJ put a dock on it a few years ago.”

  “More food? I don’t know if I can fit another thing.” Bunny rubs her non-existent belly. My eyes immediately flit to where her hand is, imagining how she would look round with my baby. I wipe my hand down my face knowing that this is Ma’s fault. All that baby talk has me crazy.

  “It’ll fit,” I say before I realize how it sounds. Bunny’s cheeks turn pink and my Ma doesn’t help the matter with the laugh she lets loose.

  “Who’s Princess?” Bunny changes the subject quickly. I watch as my mom gets up and heads back into the pantry to prepare the picnic basket.

  “She’s one of my horses.” One that she’s going to look mighty fine on. Princess will be the best for her to ride on. I know she won’t take off on a run with her because Princess doesn't run.

  “You named her Princess?” She giggles. I shrug.

  “King took a liking to her so it seemed fitting.” It was the first I’d ever seen King like any horse. He was downright smitten when I’d brought Princess home. She was a rescue. She was suffering from malnutrition when I got her. She took some time to come around but we saved her. Now she truly lives like a princess and up to her name.

  “King?”

  “My horse.” I set my coffee down. “He thinks he’s in charge when I’m not around.”

  “Now, Princess is in charge.” Mom comes out of the pantry with a basket in hand.

  “I can’t wait to meet them.” Bunny looks down at what she’s wearing. I’m enjoying that she’s still in my shirt. “I’m not sure that what I have on is suitable for riding.” Her clothes don’t matter one bit to me. As far as I’m concerned she’s suitable for anything she wants to do.

  “You can borrow my boots. I’ll pick you up some of your own later on today when I’m in town.” My mom beams at her. I knew Mom would be excited when she found out Bunny was here this morning. She ran around the kitchen making breakfast that then turned into a brunch. Whatever the fuck that is. I knew there was no getting her out of here until she’d had her fill of Bunny.

  Then I made the mistake of telling her why Bunny ended up here. I think Mom has plans on keeping Bunny too. She is going to do everything in her power to see that Bunny enjoys herself in hopes she won't want to leave. We share that way of thinking.

  “You don’t have to do that.” Bunny again blushes a pretty pink. This time not as red as when we’d teased her about babies. I’m sure she thinks it was a joke. Mom was far from teasing.

  “It’s just boots.” Mom waves her hand. “I’ve got a million pairs. I’m an eight.” She looks down at Bunny’s tiny feet that are bare. Her toenails are painted a soft pink.

  “I’m a seven but that should be fine if you don’t mind.”

  “Of course I don’t mind.” Mom starts pulling stuff out of the refrigerator. I know she’s going to be a minute. Ma doesn't half ass shit and I can guarantee that’s going to be the best picnic basket she’s ever made.

  I know now is my chance. Mom got herself some time with Bunny and now it is my turn. I need a taste of her or I’m not going to be able to do shit for the rest of the day. I didn't know something could throw me off track this much, but I’m finding it hard to even think straight right now. And the way that Bunny keeps wiggling around makes me think she needs my mouth too. What kind of man would I be if I left her in need? I don’t know but I’m sure as fuck not going to find out.

  10

  Bunny

  Something is wrong with me. I’m standing here with Jameson’s mom and I can’t stop staring at his mouth. This has to be the world's longest pause. The way he watched me during brunch and after when he’d joked about him not fitting has me wet between my thighs. I never knew that I could have this strong of an attraction toward someone. Sure, I’ve experienced passion for my music and for my dance, but nothing comes close to this.

  “Let me get you ready.” Jameson grabs my hand, pulling me from the kitchen to head back toward his room. I try and think about anything but his mouth.

  “You think my pants are okay to wear? I’m not sure-” My words are cut off when he lifts me. My back meets the wall as his mouth comes down on mine. I moan, wrapping my arms around him. God, he always feels so good. I push my tongue into his mouth, tasting him and his coffee.

  “You’re driving me insane.” His mouth leaves mine as he trails kisses down my neck. My whole body lights up as I try to move against him, but the way he has me pinned to the wall I’m not going anywhere. That only turns me on more.

  “Jameson, please don’t pause,” I beg.

  “I’ve got you.” He steps back, making room for his hands to slip inside my pants. He toes my feet more apart, making my legs spread more. “This what you need?”

  “Yes,” I breathe. My whole body throbs with need. My nipples harden against his shirt.

  “Fuck you’re wet.” He groans as he spreads the lips of my sex.

  “I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say. It’s his fault I’m this way. My body has no control when he’s around. I love the feeling. It’s freeing. One I’m not used to. My whole life has been about me making my body do what others wanted. Pushing myself to the extreme until there’s nothing left.

  “Don’t you be sorry. I’m the sorry one. I should be on my knees licking your pussy clean but that will have to wait for later.”

  “Jameson,” I moan, his words almost sending me over the edge.

  “Got you.” His fingers push down harder, circling my clit. Giving me the pressure I need. “Quiet. Don’t want anyone else to hear you come.”

  I shake my head no I don’t think I can be quiet. His other hand comes up, covering my mouth as he moves his fingers faster, making me come. I cry out into his hand, my eyes falling closed as an orgasm like I’ve never felt washes over me.

  I open my eyes when Jameson drops his hand from my mouth and starts to kiss me again. I grab his shirt, pulling him back into me, deepening the kiss.

  “Did you find my boots?” Rebecca calls out. Jameson pulls his mouth from mine. I watch as he licks his fingers before he responds.

  “Not yet,” he calls back to his mom before dropping his forehead to mine. “For a woman who wants grandchildren she keeps interrupting us.” He smirks and I don’t know if he’s teasing me or not. “You taste good, Bunny.”

  I love the way he says my name. It doesn't sound like my name at all but a term of end
earment. Before now I found the name Bunny childish, but it’s sweet coming from him. “Jeans are fine for today.” He steps back but I don’t let go of his shirt I’m still holding on to.

  “What about you?” I ask, looking down at him. There is no missing his erection.

  “I got what I wanted.” He smiles at me. How did he get what he wanted? I was the one who got the orgasm.

  “Even confused you’re sexy.” He grabs my wrist and my hand releases his shirt. He lifts it and kisses my palm. “I got to see you come and find out what you taste like.”

  “So basically we’re pausing again?” I know I’m blushing but the orgasm might be hiding it. There is something about him, though, that makes me feel more bold. I find myself saying things I never would have before. I think it’s because I feel safe with him.

  “No more pausing. We’re moving right along.” He pulls me into him, his mouth dropping to mine. I can taste some of me on his lips.

  “Oh, sorry,” I hear Rebecca say. I jump back from Jameson to see her standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She doesn't look sorry at all. “Boots.” She holds them up.

  “Thanks,” Jameson says dryly, taking them for me. “Can you see if there’s a hat for her? I don’t want the sun on her face too much.”

  “Of course.” Rebecca is off again.

  “If it was me that needed a hat, she would have told me to get it myself.” He shakes his head. I watch as he goes into his closet, coming back out a few seconds later with a flannel shirt.

  “That is not going to fit me.” I laugh. The shirt I have on now is giant. I grab the end of it, tying the corner.

  “That works.” He wraps the arms of the blue and white flannel around my waist, tying it for me. “If the sun starts bothering you.” I nod in understanding. “Let me help you with the boots.” He pulls me over to a chair. I drop down, and he does the same, going to his knees in front of me. He carefully puts socks on me and then slides the boots on to my feet.