Page 56 of Where We Promise

“You been sittin’ in that chair this entire time?” He moved over to me and held out a hand, helping me up.

“Well, yeah…we were playing cards.”

My back screamed in pain as I straightened.

Jamie must have noticed because he gave a small hiss. “Fuck, you’re going to be in pain now. Remember the last time you sat there to peel potatoes, and that was only for half an hour.”

“I forgot.” My emotions were all over the place as I held a hand to my back. All I wanted was a big, fat soaking tub that I could crawl into.

“You weren’t this pregnant then either. You’re almost due, Pen.”

“I still have a few weeks.” I lifted my chin, trying to ignore the fact that I had zero supplies, and the nesting thing everyone talked about was like having a tiny raccoon under my skin. I had cleaned the cabin and reorganized the small kitchen at least ten times, but I needed baby items. I just didn’t have the money to get them. Maybe I could find a thrift store, or something…Mom had left me some money, but I had been living off the funds since she passed. I needed to get back to work, but how was I going to do that now that the baby was coming?

“You’re worrying, stop it,” Jameson said, helping me to the bathroom. I released my lip from being pinned by my teeth while he turned on the shower.

“This will have to do the trick for now, I’ll give you a massage when you get out.”

Emotion clogged my throat as I stood under the spray. I washed my face and body then shaved as much of my skin as I could reach and then just let the hot spray hit my back. It felt nice but I was eager to get out and talk to Jameson. Turning off the shower, I toweled off and then slipped back into the bedroom.

Jameson was sitting on the bed, his eyes on his cell, but they lifted the second I walked in.

His gaze seemed to linger on the white towel, which with my stomach, barely hid all of me. My breasts were pushed up, and my upper thighs were on display. With my hair in a bun on top of my head, various strands kissed my neck.

“Hi.”

Jameson’s lips quirked. “Hey.”

“I should get dressed…” I walked to the dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top. Both were too small on me, but I had limited options. Jameson stood from the bed and walked toward the door.

“I’ll give you some privacy.”

I hurried, not wanting him to get called away. He felt like this elusive cloud of smoke that was constantly drifting in and out of my world, only staying long enough to get me addicted, then gone again.

Reaching for the doorknob, I pulled and peeked out. “All done.”

My nerves were like a bolt of electric heat hammering along my veins as I sat back down on the bed. You’d think we were going to have sex with how nervous I was. My eyes lifted and trailed Jameson as he walked in. His wheat-colored hair was tousled deliciously, his brown eyes were warm whiskey and that jaw seemed to twitch as he fought a smile. His plain white t-shirt was tight against his firm muscles and at some point, he’d changed into gray sweatpants.

My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw his dick imprint.

Holy Shit.

He cleared his throat, and then his knees dipped into the mattress, his chest aligning with my back.

“I’m just going to rub your shoulders…is that okay…I can go lower too, just tell me what’s okay and what’s not.”

“It’s okay.” My voice came out all breathy, like I wanted to get fucked.

Which I did.

His warm hands landed on my shoulders, and he began slowly rubbing the tension out of my neck, but every time he would hit a spot near my tank top, the fabric would get caught under his fingers.

“Can I lower these?” His breath washed over my neck, causing goosebumps to pebble along my skin. His smooth voice caressed something inside me that needed to be fucked, and fucked hard.

“Yea, of course,” I whispered back.

With a delicate touch, he gently lowered the straps, which made the shirt sag a bit. All I had to do was lift my arm to hold it in place.

With his hands back on my shoulders, and no longer being inhibited, the massage was divine. Rolling my neck, I let out a small moan of pleasure, which made Jamie freeze.

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