Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,44
In and out. In…
“Ha!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
He holds it right there.
I let Jamison do me dirty after that. He set me on my hands and knees and pumped his dick into my pussy from behind. He didn’t pound me like Dale used to. He said he liked to go slow. He wanted to relish the feeling of my warmth, wetness, and tightness encasing his cock. He wanted to know that it was me, Bryn Christmas, he was making love to. And when he came, he wanted me to turn around so that he could see my face. He wanted to remember that it was I who had brought him to the highest point of pleasure.
Then we lay loose-limbed, letting our skin cool in the temperate room. “Did you mean that?” he said, still out of breath.
“Mean what?” I sighed.
“That you loved me and wanted me forever.”
I smiled, because I felt no hesitation, no fear. “Mm-hm, I did.” I turned to face him. He was looking up at the ceiling. “Did you mean it when you said, ‘Me too’?”
After a moment, he faced me. He tried to hide it, but he looked worried. Then he smiled. “Yes. I did.”
I believed him even though I knew why he’d looked concerned. I gently smoothed the wrinkle out of his eyebrow with my thumb. “We need to make peace between my brother and your father, don’t we?”
“That’s easier said than done.”
We stared at each other for several seconds. When I pictured telling Jasper and Spencer that I was back with Jamison, I imagined that Spencer would be indifferent about it and Jasper would be overly cautious. My oldest brother, Jasper, could always be reached two ways. Firstly, I could reason with him. I would have to pitch an angle that he could accept. Secondly, I would have to ask him to trust me—no, beg him to. I hadn’t known to what extent Jasper had hurt the Coxes, but I knew that when Boomer gave the first punch, Jasper struck back with a sword made of lightning.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what has Jasper done to you?” I asked.
Jamison forced his eyes away from mine to refocus on the ceiling. “I don’t want you involved.”
My mouth slacked. “What?”
“I don’t want you to think what we have between us has anything to do with your brother and my family’s business.”
I shifted to lie on my side, smoothing my hand over his chest then stopping over his heart to feel it beat against my palm. “Jamison?”
He closed his eyes to sigh and then looked at me.
“I’m the fastest way you’re going to get him to stop whatever he’s doing. So tell me, what has he done?”
“I don’t want it that way, Bryn. I want him to fucking stop because…” He pressed his lips together.
I propped myself up on my arm. “Jamison, please tell me what Jasper has done. I can promise you this, he won’t stop until he believes you’ve gotten what he thinks you deserve. And…” I sighed.
“What’s wrong with that guy, anyway? I read about the torture and shit, but he’s like a robot. You program him, and he administers the pain without feeling. My family built our business from the ground up. We didn’t have billions of dollars passed down to us.”
I sighed, took my hand off his chest, and flopped over onto my back. Jamison couldn’t know that my father had wasted most of the inherited money. At the age of fifteen, Jasper had the wherewithal to rebuild the family chest and maintain it. No one became that competent and in control by being a tyrant. Jasper could be reasoned with and influenced—and I was an expert at both.
“Sorry,” he said, setting his moist hand on top of my belly. “I didn’t mean to upset you by insulting your brother.”
“You didn’t upset me, Jamison. You have the right to have an opinion about my brother. I love Jasper as if he’s my father, though, and in many ways, he’s the one who raised me. But sure, from the outside looking in, he can be seen as…” I didn’t want to say the one word that best described a vengeful Jasper.
“Ruthless,” Jamison said. “He’s ruthless.”
“Did he bankrupt you?”
Jamison stayed silent.
“He did, didn’t he?”
“Almost,” he whispered.
I sighed into the darkness. “You don’t have any clients. That’s why you have time to be here.”
Again, silence.
“I’m going to fix this, Jamison. I promise you. I give you my word.”