Page 72 of Where We Promise

She could work for them, have me, and still be protected from the sleazebags out there that would have normally taken advantage of her. Mom was gorgeous, and it was always noticeable anytime we went out in public that men would watch her. It wasn’t too soon before they’d began observing me too. The club had kept us safe. While I was exposed to a lot early in my life, at least no one had ever touched me without my permission.

Rubbing a hand over my stomach, I felt my son kick at my palm. More tears flowed as I pressed back. Another kick landed and then another.

“I wish you could have met your grandma.” Another soft kick landed, and I smiled.

“She wanted to meet you so bad, you have no idea.” I let out a sigh as more tears dripped from my lashes. “When I found out I was pregnant, she was the only person in my life that was excited with me. Just her. She took me to the store and bought me my very first onesie that said, ‘spoiled by grandma.’”

Choking on a small sob, I continued.

“I still have it. Planned to take it with me to the hospital and let it be your first outfit. We knew she had cancer when she bought it. I knew our time was a gamble; we still planned like the disease wasn’t eating at her organs. Hers was so advanced; she had a matter of months. But she still sent me places we could rent over by the ocean. Said you would be a water baby and love the sea. She never gave up hope that she’d have time with me.” I stroked my stomach again, letting water drip down it. “Or with you. She was so hopeful even until her last day on earth. She told me to love you enough for her love to shine through too.”

“You will.” Jameson’s voice sounded from the doorway behind me, forcing me to spin around in alarm.

His easy smile calmed me immediately. “Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt.”

I swiped at my face, which just soaked it more because my hands were wet from the bath. “How was your ride? Did you get everything accomplished that you needed to do?”

He walked closer, his eyes flicking down to my breasts.

“It was fine. I had to meet up with the members who are still stationed close to Richland. Needed to know if there was any news from Luke or Jefferson.”

I nodded, silently processing the gravity of what his inclusion did to my heart. It was standard that men did not include women in their secrets. Not their meetings or what they did. It was just a big question mark for us, and we always had to just accept that it was a part of the life. Luke had never shared anything with me when we were together. If there was ever business, he’d shut the door so I couldn’t hear, or he’d walk outside and never share it. But Jameson didn’t even seem to hesitate to include me.

He sat down on the lip of the tub, staring down at me.

“Did you have fun shopping today?”

I smiled up at him, tipping my head back. “I did, thank you. You didn’t have to?—”

He leaned down and quickly pressed his lips to mine.

It was so sudden, I let out a small yelp. He let me go but didn’t move. He was letting me decide, so I lifted my chin and wrapped a wet arm around his neck and pulled him closer.

Our mouths moved slow, like we had all the time in the world to explore and discover each other. His tongue slowly trailed over my bottom lip as if he were savoring the taste of it. I allowed him to pull it in between his teeth. I hissed as I stroked my tongue over him in the same way. Jamie groaned, slipping his hands into the water and underneath my legs.

I shrieked as he pulled me out of the water and held me bridal style to his chest.

“I’d like to taste you properly, Mrs. King.”

My chest nearly seized at hearing him call me that. I kept the knowledge that this was all a part of the ruse at the forefront of my mind. Orgasms could be a piece of the fake marriage, I didn’t mind. I could keep my pesky, bleeding heart out of it.

I assumed he’d carry me to the bed, but he kept walking until we were out in the living room. The sunset stretched across the horizon, the sun dipping below the clouds, casting orange and purple hues into the suite and there, on the long, rectangular table, big enough for six people to eat at, he laid me down.

The curtains for the floor-to-ceiling windows were open, so the entire sunset was within our scope.

He slid his black t-shirt up, over his head and then gently stuffed it under my head as a pillow. “Didn’t want you to miss the sunset.”

My ass was near the edge of the table as I planted my feet and turned my head so I could enjoy the ending of the first full day as Mrs. Jameson King. One of the best days I had ever had.

Jamie took a seat at the end, his face level with my parted thighs and then his warm fingers were brushing against my sex. I loved the way he touched me, loved how he started slow, and then worked his way to urgency. After a few strokes up and down my slit, he gently pried my pussy open with the pad of his thumb.

“Don’t know what all we need to clarify in this relationship, Pen, but this...” He stroked me gently. “This right here isn’t complicated…it’s mine. No one else gets to touch you while you’re my wife.”

A tear slipped down the side of my face as I tilted it to see the vibrant colors fade from the sky. It looked like a wildflower, so I closed my eyes and made a wish right as his mouth replaced his thumb, his tongue spearing a path through my throbbing center. Firm hands went to my thighs, wrapping around them as he moved his tongue deeper.

A gasp cut through me as he moved his lips sensually against my pussy in a similar fashion that he’d done earlier. Slow, methodical kisses, using his tongue to swipe up through my folds and then circle my clit, and back down. I felt like a meal, served on a platter. He was seated as if we were about to eat, and here I was spread out for him, naked, dripping all over the table.

My nipples were peaked and hard as I stroked them and cupped my breasts. Jamie was moving his tongue faster over me, while sliding a finger into my center and lapping at my clit.

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