Page 3 of Jamison's Story

“Because I’d have to follow you, to make sure nothing happens to you. That no one hurts my baby girl,” I state, enjoying the little breathy sigh that leaves her lips, as her eyes flutter shut.

“What are you going to do with me if I stay?” she asks, her fingers playing with the edge of the towel and fuck, my cock wants nothing more than for her to drop it—or drop to her knees and take me in her sweet mouth.

“Something your brother will probably try to kill me for doing,” I warn, my hand sliding along her neck, back up into her loosely gathered hair, holding her head. “I’d let him try if I didn’t already know.”

Natalie’s brow lifts at me, a little smile crossing her lips as she asks, “Didn’t already know what?”

“That you’re mine. Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to hold. Mine to keep safe,” I add, putting a deeper smile on her lips. “Mine for always—when you’re ready.”

“You can’t possibly be for real,” she says, shaking her head a bit, and I lower mine to hers, stealing her lips in a kiss showing her just how real I am.

Chapter 2

Natalie

Oh my god.

I swear those words have flown through my mind about a million times since I walked out of this bathroom completely naked in front of the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever seen. When he knew my name I had a moment of panic, wondering if Craig sent him, but just as quickly that thought faded, because Craig wouldn’t send someone else to get me. He’d just show up and linger, or show up and badger me, like he’s done the last three months, making my life hell.

The second Jamison said he knew my brother, I knew I was safe with him—at least as far as my physical safety, because wow, there’s no way I’m safe from this magnetism that’s pulling me towards him. My body is burning for his touch, and as his lips cover mine, I know this is the reason I couldn’t move forward with Craig, no matter how much I tried.

We met just after I was back for my second year at Presley. Everything seemed to be going well. We were spending more and more time together, he never wanted to go out without me, which seemed to be a good thing. I thought I was almost ready for more and even went on the pill to be prepared. Then I went to my sister’s for winter break, and Craig started acting all kinds of weird.

When I got back for the new semester, I couldn’t move without him being there. It wasn’t the same as us just spending time together. We wouldn’t even have plans and he’d be there.

He wanted to know what I was doing every minute of the day. If I didn’t respond to him within minutes, he’d blow up my phone demanding to know where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I broke up with him thinking that was it—I was done, free. Unfortunately, I was so wrong, because breaking up with Craig just made him worse.

I honestly don’t know if I’ll even be able to go back to Presley next year because my grades were suffering so much thanks to him never leaving me alone. I couldn’t study, couldn’t breathe without him interrupting me, and my scholarship is dependent on my grades. If I didn’t manage at least high B’s or low A’s on all of my finals, I’ll likely only have C’s in two of my courses, the other three will be D’s or F’s.

At best, I’ll be on academic probation next semester. Worst, I’ll lose my scholarship and be out of college since I can’t afford it any other way.

That scholarship was the only thing I had going for me. Yes, I have my brother and my sister, both who are older, but that’s it. Our parents died when I was ten, Nick was eighteen, and our sister Nanci was seventeen. She was dating her now husband Mike, and his family took us in so we wouldn’t go into foster care.

I like Mike’s parents well enough, but they never really felt like my family. They accepted Nanci with ease since she and Mike had been together since they were fifteen, but adding me in at ten, mourning our parents, it just didn’t translate.

Nanci went to cosmetology school after graduating high school a semester early, and just after she finished her year there, she and Mike married, moving me in with them. Nick was at State’s technical school, studying to become an electrician, so he didn’t have the time to take care of me. He stopped in to see me every chance he got, but once he started his on-the-job training hours, he didn’t have much free time.

There was just enough money left over to get him settled into a place and help Nanci and Mike buy a house, take care of me, but that was it. I worked my ass off in high school to get my scholarship, and now, it’s all about to be for nothing because I wanted someone to put me first, love me most.

I made such a mistake with Craig and I’m paying for it. The debt just seems way out of proportion though.

A soft moan falls from my lips as Jamison lifts his head. I don’t want the kiss to end, not even close. I swear it felt like just maybe, I found something that could actually be mine. His words make me hope that it’s real, but I don’t know how easily I can trust them—not after everything that Craig said turned out to be a lie.

“You need to put some clothes on, baby girl, or I’m liable to do something I’ll regret later,” Jamison says, his breathing rough, and my eyes open, finding his gaze in question. “I want you, want to push that little towel to the floor, carry you to the nearest bed, and claim every inch of you as mine, but I don’t think you’re ready for that right this second, are you?”

“I…” Heat fills my cheeks, because as much as I want that, my body wants him to never stop touching me, the sane part of my brain says to stop. That this is way too much too fast, and I can’t just rush into his arms. Even if that’s exactly what my body’s begging me to do.

“That asshole’s made you second-guess yourself,” he says, nailing it on the head and I’m honestly shocked by it. “So while most of you wants what I do, while part of you knows you’re mine, that nagging is making you second-guess everything, isn’t it?”

“How do you know that?” I ask, shivering a bit from the intensity of his gaze as it travels over my face. The look in his eyes is two-fold. The first something I saw in Craig’s every time he tried to touch my body—desire, need. The second though, that’s something that I’ve never seen in anyone’s eyes as they look at me, and I can’t place it. It feels amazing seeing it though, because it’s warm and inviting, and I could happily linger in it for the rest of my life it feels.

“Because I have six sisters and four sisters-in-law. Plus three nieces and one sister via my sister-in-law of dating age. One of my sisters is also my twin, so I know that look, know when a boy—or girl, hasn’t treated someone right. Made them question themselves. We have plenty of time for you to get to know me, know I’ll never lie to you. So when I do have your sexy little body under me and you’re giving yourself to me, you’ll never question if it’s real because you’ll know every millisecond that it is,” he answers me, sending my heart racing in so many directions.

I want all of that, crave it deep inside, but my stupid brain keeps telling me to stop and think. To be rational. To not do something reckless with a guy, reminding me about Craig every two seconds. It sucks having to push down the need that’s rushing through my veins because I’ve never felt anything so good before.

“I’m going to grab the rest of my stuff from the truck, why don’t you get some clothes, and we’ll have a late lunch, or early dinner,” he suggests pulling my attention to the clock that shows it’s nearly four already.

I’d gone out for a long walk, trying to clear my head, calm down, and when that didn’t work, I decided to take a shower. It only marginally helped to tame the anxiousness accosting me, but since he told me who he was, the anxiousness has been replaced with these feelings—this need, this want, and while my brain says not to act on them, I’ll gladly feel them rather than that anxiety that’s plagued me for months now.

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