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Page 52 of The Risk Taker

“Relax for me, baby.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly and as I do, he slides his well-lubricated finger into my body. “Ooh,” I say as the coldness gives way to heat. “Nice,” I say.

He works me for a long time and one finger turns into two. I move my body, stimulate my clit on the pillow and soon enough arousal pulls at me once again.

“You ready for this?” he asks in a gruff voice full of need.

“I’m ready for you, Jamie.”

He spreads me, and his cock presses against my opening as he grips my hips and pulls me back a bit. I’m wide open and vulnerable, but I’m not feeling fear. No, I’ve never been more excited, more eager for anything in my life.

His crown widens me even more and I fist the bedding at the sensation. He gives me another inch, and lightly strokes his fingers over my back, murmuring softly and giving me time to get used to the fullness. With excruciating slowness, he works his way into me, and the minutes tick by as he continues to take his time.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmurs. “Love the way your body is opening for me. I wish you could see what I see, Fallon. Wish you could see my cock, and the way you’re taking me.” His voice breaks a bit when he adds, “You…you are so goddamn perfect.”

“Jamie,” I murmur and look over my shoulder to see him. Eyes heavy lidded, and latched onto my ass, he gives me a little more of his beautiful cock.

“I’m a wreck, baby. A total fucking wreck,” he says, his voice hitching in a way I’ve never heard before.

The love I feel for this man curls through me, and tears prick my eyes. Never have I felt so deeply for another person. When he’s just about all the way in, he stops, and his low deep groan, like he’s working hard to keep it together, reaches my ears and curls around me.

I murmur and move my hips in encouragement. “I want it all, Jamie. Please…give me everything,” I say and I get the sense he knows I’m asking for more than just his body.

His hips jerk forward, until he’s filling me completely. “You’ve got all of me now,” he whispers, and lightly strokes down my sides until he’s gripping my hips. I go silent beneath him, struggling to get my emotions under control. “Are you good, Fallon?” he asks, easily reading me.

“I’m good,” I manage to get out, and he moves his hips, sliding out a bit, and squeezes more lube onto my backside. He pushes in and the movement presses my clit to the pillow.

“Yes,” I cry out.

One palm flattens on my back, and with the other still gripping my hip, he sinks into me. I move with him, slow easy movements, each giving and taking in a way that is more emotional, less physical. As our bodies join as one, and our moans merge, my muscles begin rippling again.

“Jamie, I’m coming,” I cry out.

“I feel you,” he says and moves a little quicker. As I let go, he lifts my hips higher, driving into me that much deeper and as he strokes my body, I explode with new sensations.

“Yessss,” I hiss and tug at the sheets, tears of joy in my eyes thanks to this new experience.

“I’m there, Fallon. I’m right fucking there with you,” he says in a soft voice that wraps around me like an old favorite blanket.

“Please fill me,” I say and the next couple pumps are for him as his orgasm presses. He lets go on a growl and spurts high inside me. Warmth curls through my blood as he spasms so hard, it rockets through me and shatters me from the inside out.

He grunts loudly, falls over my back, and before I can stop myself, I whisper, “It should have been you.”

14

Jamie

Last night with Fallon…Jesus, I can’t even put in to words what being with her like that did to me. The way she gave herself to me, trusting her body in my hands... Fuck, man. Totally blew my mind. Although she’s been quiet most of today. Perhaps she’s tired from a week in the sun, and all our late nights, or perhaps, like me, she’s wondering where we go from here.

The truth is, I want to be the guy for her. I want to be everything she needs me to be. She might have said she didn’t want to date again, but that night on the beach she admitted something different. In a perfect world she’d be happily married, with a loving trusting guy, one who could be a great father for Chase and put the needs of his family first.

I want to be that guy.

Is it possible that I can be? Is it possible that I can forgive myself for the accident—something Fallon assured me wasn’t my fault—and allow myself to be happy again.

I glance up, and beneath the moonlight, Fallon is laughing and smiling as she gives everyone a good-bye hug, promising to meet the girls for coffee back in the city when they all return in a week. I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time and it tugs at my heart to know I was the one who helped her find her way out of the darkness. Just like she’s helping me.

“Hey bud,” Cole says coming up beside me.




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