Page 68 of Where We Promise

I could barely get into it, much less get out of it.

Pinning the phone to his shoulder, he began speaking while I turned around and his fingers found the buttons at my back. With a gentle touch, he slowly plucked each one free, while seamlessly ordering two burgers, two salads, fries, and milkshakes. My mouth watered, distracting me.

Suddenly the dress came free, and it was pooling at my feet. Which meant I was standing in front of Jamie in just my white lingerie. He’d seen me naked the other night, and I’d swallowed this man’s cum…it wasn’t like he’d make a big deal out of seeing me like this. So, I stepped out of the dress on the floor and turned around, letting him see my lacey bra that matched my lacey underwear and connected garters.

His mouth was open, his eyes ravenous as he stared at every single inch of me. The cordless phone dropped to the carpet and Jamie stepped forward.

NINETEEN

JAMESON

All day I had shown restraint.

When I first saw her walking down the aisle toward me with that smile. When she said those vows, her eyes glittering with tears. When all I wanted was to pull her close and kiss her. She’d become my wife, and still I showed restraint.

I watched her smile and laugh at the reception, all the while wondering what it would have been like if we’d taken months to plan the event, if we’d had time and didn’t have to throw something together just to keep her safe for the sake of my fucking club. I watched how she held her stomach, and my thoughts drifted further than was safe.

I wanted to meet her little guy, to hold him. I wanted a life with her, and I’d been holding back from wanting and feeling like a piece of shit for wanting it, all damn day.

With the fall of her dress, it seemed my resolve snapped.

I stepped closer to her, inhaling her fresh honey scent, infused with hints of pine. Her midnight hair was over her shoulder, pressing into the middle of her breast. The white lace lifted her heavy tits and forced them together, making her cleavage generous.

I took another step.

Her blue eyes hooded as she trailed me.

Using my index finger, I slowly lifted a dark curl that was resting against the valley of her breast. Pen’s chest rose and fell as I moved the lock of silky hair over her shoulder. I used to love touching her hair when we were in school. It was one of the only ways I could ever get close to her without her noticing that I had the world’s largest crush on her.

Now she was here and I could touch as much of her as I wanted.

Now she was my wife.

“You should get in the tub, Penelope,” I said, low and firm as I pulled the lace at her hips, until it was sliding down the length of her thighs.

Her inhale had my erection pressing painfully hard against my slacks.

I moved around her, so I was at her back, then I slowly lifted her hair and placed it over her shoulder. Then began unclasping her bra. When it finally was free and falling off her shoulders, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her bare skin. My hands slid down to her ass, trailing the crack, up and down, until I pressed in further and found her slit.

I clicked my tongue. “From now on, you will tell me if you’re aching. If you need relief, it will be me who gives it to you, do you understand?”

Her eyes found mine from over her shoulder. My fingers came out of her, glistening under the lights. I brought them up to my lips and sucked while she watched.

“You taste like you’re finally mine.”

My eyes stayed leveled with hers, and hers seemed to grow darker. I smirked and then placed my hand on the small of her back.

“Run your bath, Penelope.”

Her brows caved the smallest bit before stepping toward the bathroom, right as a knock sounded at the door. Penelope then hurried in, shutting the door as she went. I heard the sound of water running and withheld a groan.

Adjusting my dick so it stopped showing through my slacks, I walked to grab the room service. Once guest services were gone, I changed into sweats, and set up all the food on a tray so Pen would be able to relax in bed while she ate.

Then I waited.

Did I want to walk in there and fuck her? Hell yes I did, but I also knew how this would go. Same as it always did.

We’d fuck it up. Her desire, which still slipped through her hungry, lingering stares. Me denying her, and then her finding solace somewhere else. It was a ruined story without a happy ending from the very start. Anything we did now would just confuse us both.

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