Page 21 of Jamison's Story
“You’re playing with fire, baby girl,” he warns.
I lean in, nibbling on his earlobe, before telling him, “Show me.”
A little squeal falls from my lips when he pulls me over his shoulder, carrying me straight up to his room in this magnificent house. There’s not a single thing about it I discovered I’d want to change. Every room has custom built cabinets or shelves, and the bathroom…it’s absolutely perfect. I had to thank Jasmine for making him put in a huge tub because he was tempted to skip it originally and simply have the shower.
I know I’m not the only one enjoying it now, and I giggle when instead of stopping in the bedroom, Jamison takes us straight to the bathroom. He reaches in, turning on the shower, before setting me onto my feet. His hands skim my shirt off, dropping the shorts as his mouth comes down on my uncovered breast.
He teases it, then the other, before dropping to his knees, parting my thighs. My knees begin to buckle, and I let out another little squeal when he lifts me back up, kicking off his pants and walks us into the water. My thighs rub together so close to the edge that the tiniest push would get me there, and I wrap my hand around Jamison’s thickness, whining when he instantly removes it.
“Daddy,” I cry putting a smile on his lips, and another whine dies on my lips when he lifts me once more, turning my back to the wall, and fills me with a single thrust. It sends me straight into oblivion, and I linger there, as he continues to pound away after filling me with his first round of sweet, yummy cum.
“I missed you today, angel,” he grunts, as my legs squeeze him tighter, my pussy pulsing so ready to come again.
“I missed you too, daddy,” I cry, my body arching, attempting to push me towards the end even faster. “Please, make me come, daddy. Let me give it to you.”
“Oh my sweet girl, come, come for daddy,” he groans, his breathing deepening, and his thumb strums my clit, sending me straight into heaven with him.
I smile as he washes me while I sit on his lap on the huge bench in the shower. It’s honestly big enough to lay out on while the two rain showerheads drown you with water. We’ve spent some lazy time relaxing on it as well as in the tub, and I love them both.
Jamison pulls another of his shirts over my head when we’re done, using a towel to mop up the extra water from my hair, before taking us back downstairs cooking us dinner. We’ve had fajitas almost every week since we’ve been home, and I smile happily as the heat builds in my mouth.
The smile fades some when his phone goes off, a deep frown forming on his lips, and I wait for him to tell me what’s wrong. He doesn’t, and I reach out, grabbing his hand. “What was that about?”
“He’s back at it,” Jamison tells me, and I don’t need to ask what he means by that.
Craig hasn’t gotten close to me since he discovered I was back in town, but he’s spent several nights outside the house here, just staring at it. The few times he’s been taken in hasn’t done anything. His father’s managed to push it to ADA’s and judges that uphold their stupid argument that he’s not in violation of the restraining order and not trespassing by sitting on public property, even though the only thing on the road out here this far is Jamison’s house.
“He can’t get in here, you’ve seen to that, and Doug’s overnight team is in the guest house,” I state, reminding us both that there’s also protection on the other side of his driveway.
The house has six bedrooms, but there’s also an in-law suite, guest house, apartment whatever you want to call it that’s completely separate from the main house he had built. His reasoning for adding it was in case whoever he married had family—parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, that wanted to come visit. They could use the space without interrupting the household. Or, in case any of his nieces or nephews ever needed somewhere to stay when they were adults, if they were fighting with their parents or with a significant other they lived with, and they didn’t want Annie involved.
That’d made me laugh because I can’t imagine not wanting Annie involved. She’s been amazing to me since we got here. She’s become a mom to me, and I seriously don’t want to ever lose this family. They’ve all embraced me, and I hope Nick’s as accepting when he learns that we’re together.
It seems that Craig’s left him alone, so I haven’t told him what’s been going on, not wanting to drag him into this mess. He’s safer outside it.
Jamison holds me the rest of the evening, playing with my hair as I read an actual book, rather than force myself back into my textbooks. He’s got a baseball game playing on the TV quietly, and it’s the perfect night—well, other than the nagging in the back of my head that Craig won’t just disappear and let us be happy.
We spend a lazy morning in bed, getting up around nine to have breakfast, and I can’t help but smile when Jamison asks if I want to go to the farmer’s market. I don’t even hesitate to say yes, beyond excited to get some more peppers. We’re completely out after last night and the best Sunday breakfast is breakfast burritos with all the spices to last us the rest of the day until family dinner.
I happily walk through the area with Jamison’s arm around me, stopping at our favorite booth. The woman there instantly recognizes us, and she shows me her best green and red peppers, along with the jalapenos, chili, and habaneros that she also has this week.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom really quickly,” Jamison says, giving me a soft kiss. “Get whatever you want. I’ll be right back. Drew will stay with you. I love you, angel.”
“Love you too,” I tell him, smiling in return at the woman who just sighs watching him move away from us.
“You picked a good one with that man,” Donna says, and I nod as she bags up all the goodies I picked out, including some white onions that looked ten times better than the ones we picked up at the grocery store last week.
Jamison’s back before I finish paying, or before I finish using his card to pay. He put me on his account first thing Monday morning when we got back to town, and I admitted I only had a few dollars left after having to get gas. I usually worked back in Johnsonville, either at the salon where Nanci did helping with the front desk, sweeping hair, or whatnot, or else I was waitressing or babysitting to make money to spend outside of campus since my scholarship covered everything there.
We grab some homemade bread and jams then pick up a watermelon, cantaloupe, some honeydew, and strawberries from a few other tables. We drop it all off in the car before making our way towards the food market. I like it better than the regular grocery store, even if some of the prices are a bit higher. Their quality seems much better, especially with their meat.
We move through the door and grab a cart, making our way towards the produce section to grab cilantro and potatoes. I didn’t find any rosemary or thyme in the farmer’s market, so I know I need them as well. My mind is filling in the rest of the grocery list, but I’m jarred out of it by a huge shout from a voice I know all too well.
“Get your damn ass over here you stupid, cheating bitch!” Craig shouts, and my heart races when I see the gun pointed at us. Jamison steps up in front of me, so Craig can’t see me, and he shouts again, making my entire body flare with panic.
More voices fill in with shouts and commands, but all I see is Jamison’s back. All I feel beyond the panic is Jamison’s hand on my hip, keeping me from moving anywhere, and my hand grips the back of his shirt tight, as I almost drop.
“Put down the gun, son,” a new voice orders, penetrating the haze surrounding me as Jamison rubs my hip gently. My eyes slip up to the mirror in the corner, and I see several police officers behind Craig while Drew and three more of Doug’s men are in front of him. “If you even think about shooting, you’ll find yourself with a bullet of your own.”