Page 16 of Sweet Surrender

“Jay, fuck. Either give it to me or fuck me.”

“Babe, you’re not in control here.”

Funny enough, neither is Jameson. He’s trying to be in control but he’s losing himself to his desire. He turns me around before roughly stuffing his fingers between my cheeks. The bite of pain that comes with his touch is more than wanted, Jameson rimming my puckered hole several times before pushing inside. I meet his fingers, slowly rocking against them as my cock drags against the mattress. The friction is perfect as Jameson fucks into me with his fingers, adding more until he’s four fingers deep.

“On the bed, babe.”

Being so much taller than him, my fantasies of him fucking me against a wall or over the edge of a couch arm aren’t plausible. However, I fucking love it when he flattens me onto a mattress and just takes what he needs. He quickly undresses and climbs on after me, sliding in almost immediately.

Jameson is pressed up against my back, his hands on my waist. I feel consumed by him as he starts thrusting into me, grunting with every plunge into my ass. My fingers curl into the pillows as I stuff my face into it, muffling my screams of pleasure. The walls in this place are not soundproof and even if the door is locked, the neighboring stores will absolutely be able to hear what’s going on.

“You feel so fucking good, babe but you’re going to have to wash everything. There’s icing everywhere.”

I know. I can feel the creamy mess sticking between me and the pillow. It’s also slathered down my chest and now on my back as Jameson presses his hand between my shoulder blades for purchase. It doesn’t matter though. I got what I wanted—my boyfriend to lose control with me. He’s fucking into me with punishing strokes and when I push back, he hits that one spot that has me coating the sheets and my stomach.

His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his end, spilling into my ass before he flops onto my back. “Fucking hell. You did that shit on purpose.”

I mumble a yes as shocks of pleasure run through me, my cock still twitching as if it wants to go another round.

“Best lunch date ever, though. 10 out of 10, would do again.”

I snort as he rolls off of me, his cum pooling between my thighs. I twist to look over at him, a sloppy grin on his lips as he wiggles his eyebrows. I have no idea where that energy comes from, especially when he gestures to the small bathroom. “Round two?”

“Seriously, Jay?”

He doesn’t answer me. Just climbs off the bed and holds his hand out for me to join him. And who am I to say no?

Chapter 17

WYATT

That afternoon turned into a night between the two of us. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, stumbling into his apartment and shedding our clothes for another couple of rounds. I’m not sure what changed but it doesn’t seem like anything did. That’s when I realized I stopped putting Reggie first in my life. That was the first day I allowed myself to be me.

I turned off my phone and decided to enjoy the life I had curated and the man that brought me joy. Over the last few days, I haven’t been able to stop smiling. Between Axel showing up to detail about his latest project or Jameson stopping in for kisses and sweets, it feels almost perfect.

Nights we spend together at my place or his but the drive is cumbersome. It’s too soon to ask him to move in but sleeping without him isn’t something I’m looking forward to. It’s been us against the world for months and it feels right. Perfect.

The bell over my café door rings and I look up, surprised to see Jameson strolling in to plop on a chair. The office is too far to spend lunch with me but he’s here. In front of me. And the way his smile doesn’t completely reach his eyes tells me something is off. I finish serving the customer in front of me before turning to him. “Hey, what is going on?”

“Have you talked to Axel today?”

“This morning. He came in for a bagel like he usually does. I was surprised you weren’t here. Why?” I tilt my head to the side and reach across the counter to take his hands in mine. His head falls as he lets out a heavy sigh before pulling away from me. “Jay, you’re scaring me. What is going on?”

“Your fucking brother had the bright idea to publicize all this shit.” He flops back and runs his hand through his hair before meeting my gaze. “Babe, I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t seen it but Reggie has lost his mind.” Jameson is obviously warring with something but I don’t know what he means by Reggie has taken all this public. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I frown, unsure if I want to see it.

I have to face it, though. Reggie won’t just go away and we didn’t leave things on a good note a few nights ago. I dust the lingering flour off my hands and push the dough I was working on earlier to the side. A few customers interrupt the moment, giggling about the cute cupcakes before scurrying off to their next destination. Then I pull out my phone, my nonexpression morphing into horror at the tagged posts.

I open Facebook and scroll through the comments of the first post, wondering why Reggie thought this was a good idea. The second post isn’t any better. “Jay, why is he so adamant about saying I stole you? You said there wasn’t anything between you, that you never dated or so much as made a pass at him. And the other post, that you abandoned him?”

“It’s worse than that. Babe, there’s going to be an investigation into Reggie’s side business with the car sales company but since I’m his friend and I work at the company he hired as an auditor, they’re going to want to talk to me. That post makes it look like I fucking knew and he knows that.”

My heart sinks into my stomach as I slide my phone back into my pocket. Most of the comments are siding with Reggie; they’re his friends after all but there are a few just wondering what’s going on. Reggie has always been pretty laid back so for these ‘confession’ posts to appear right now, it’s not doing anyone a favor. “Do you know why he’s doing it?”

“He’s scrambling for attention. I told him he would lose us and he thinks this will bring us back. It won’t.” Jameson sighs as he pushes to his feet. “Wyatt, I know how much family means to you. I really do but I can’t do this with him. He’s going to cost me my job at this rate and whatever friendship was between us is no longer there. I understand a crush and being hurt that I never noticed him that way, but this? This is uncalled for. I’m cutting him off, Wyatt.”

I can see that it hurts Jameson to chop off that friendship. They’ve been friends for over 20 years. However, it’s been peaceful without Reggie’s snarky texts and asking for money. “After I found out he was doing all of this because he liked you, I’ve ignored him. He disrespected me because he thought I took you from him.”

Jameson lets out a bitter laugh. “Babe, I was never his. I called him before I walked in here but we’re going to meet. He has to know this won’t work, that I can’t be friends with him if this is how he acts.”

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