Page 68 of Forever Wild

Izzy

OMG!!! Tell me everything.

Wait. Did you tell him or did he pop your cherry?

BRYN!

Me

Read the explosion, Iz.

Izzy

Tell me everything.

Me

I think I may be addicted.

To his penis.

And his fingers.

His tongue too.

Izzy

Ugh. Now I’m jealous. And a bit turned on.

Me

On that note, I’m out.

Chapter thirty-four

Bryn

“Have you figured out how you’re going to steal that promotion from that asshat Kyle, Bryn?” Izzy asks from the kitchen.

“Isabel!” my mom chides.

“No. Not yet,” I reply glumly. “I’ve got a few ideas of upgrades I can propose, but the best one would take a level of financing and outside coordination that I just don’t have access to.”

“I still think it’s a brilliant idea,” Izzy says. “I hate having to re-enter my specific order on all the different apps each time I try to get food. It would be so much more convenient if there was one that just knows what I want at each place. It’s not like people actually change up their fast-food orders. At least, people who aren’t psychopaths.”

It’s the last Sunday in December, and Jameson and I are over at my parents’ for our weekly family dinner. Kelsey and Izzy are helping Mom in the kitchen while Jameson and I set the table. Dad has been keeping us all entertained by sharing random facts from that day’s newspaper.

Sunday-night dinners with the family are part of the new routine Jameson and I have fallen into since we returned to Wild Bluffs tired, and, at least in my case, extremely sore from our weekend together in Denver. The man’s body is addictive.

After we finished dinner that first night in Denver, we started round two out on the couch, which ended with me riding his face, his tongue wringing a level of pleasure out of me that I hadn’t known existed. I, being the considerate partner that I am, had returned the favor by dropping to my knees and sucking him off right there in the living room.

After another round in the shower where he took me hard and fast from behind, we climbed into bed, and I slowly rode him, barely moving my hips until we both saw stars.

I’d woken up both mornings in Denver to his hard cock poking me in the back as he cuddled me from behind. I didn’t care that he was sleeping, I was happy to indulge the silent demand from his erection—it is my favorite body part of his, after all.

Once back in Wild Bluffs, we spent as much time together as possible. Jameson joined Kelsey and me to watch whatever sporting event happened to be on most nights before we snuck up to my room to fool around or out to the golf course to spend the night in his room.

I would come back to Kelsey’s or go to Izzy’s office to work for the day. Jameo quickly learned he could buy my friends’ and family’s affection by bringing in lunch or cookies to wherever I was working that day. Needless to say, I’ve not been as productive in the last month as I would’ve liked, especially with the promotion growing ever closer.

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