Page 96 of Every Beat of My Heart

“Are you ready to head out?” I asked Owen where he was laughing and talking to a group of boys.

Surprisingly, he didn’t argue; he just grabbed his jacket and followed me out.

“Did you have fun?”

Owen chewed his lip. “I’m still worried about what Bryce’s dad is going to say.”

“There’s nothing that you can do about it, and it wasn’t your fault. All you can do is play your best.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence. Owen asked to go to bed as soon as we arrived. It was late, and he was probably coming down from the adrenaline rush of the game.

I changed into pajamas and waited to see if Jameson would reach out. I almost didn’t expect it because it was a long night. I was sure he was busy with parents after dinner.

When there was a soft knock on the door, I opened it eagerly. When I saw Jameson’s face, I threw myself at him, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He chuckled as he caught me. “Eager to see me?”

I peppered kisses over his face. “I’m just so happy for you.” When I pulled back, I said, “Congratulations, coach.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said as he lowered his mouth to mine.

The kiss was sloppy and desperate. We hadn’t been able to truly be together since Thanksgiving, and we were both unleashing pent up energy.

“Can we do this here?” Jameson pulled back to ask.

“Let’s go inside,” I said intending to talk about it further inside the house.

But when the door was shut behind us, he pressed me against the door. “Where’s Owen?”

“He’s in bed with his headphones on if he isn’t already asleep.” My voice was breathless.

“Where’s your room?”

“Mine’s downstairs. His is upstairs.” I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth when Jameson picked me up and carried me down the hall to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us, then reached back to turn the lock.

When he lowered me to the bed and hovered over me, he asked, “Is this okay?”

I nodded eagerly. Owen never came into my room in the middle of the night anymore. He respected my privacy, probably because he wanted the same courtesy.

“I want to celebrate,” he said as he ran his nose against the delicate skin of my neck.

“I should be the one congratulating you,” I said with a wicked smile.

Jameson cocked a brow. “How do you propose to do that?”

I pushed his shoulder until he was flat on his back. Then I worked his pants down and off. I cupped his hard length through his briefs. When his hips bucked off the bed, I took the hint and pulled those down too.

“You’re teasing me,” he accused me when he pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him gloriously naked and spread eagled on my bed.

I licked my lips. “I like you in this position.”

Jameson cocked a brow. “Completely at your mercy?”

“Yes,” I said with more than a little wonder that he was here with me before I licked the head.

“I want to see you.” Jameson’s voice was gruff.

I shimmied out of my pajamas. His hands were everywhere as he helped me. As soon as I felt the cool air against my skin, my mouth engulfed him again. I was eager to reward him.

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