Page 136 of Splintered Hearts

Jamie curses, before turning to go back into the living room where he dropped our bags. A few moments later, Jamie comes in, exasperated. “You packed too much shit.” I laugh as he gets on the bed, climbing over me and placing his hands on either side of my head. “I want you to keep the hoodie on.”

My brows rise. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jamie’s eyes go blank. “No. Absolutely not.”

“What! I’m just playing out my age-gap fantasies.”

“We’re three years apart.”

“I know. Being with an older man has its perks.”

“You have a magnificent talent—”

“That thing I do with—”

“The ability to make me rock hard.” Jamie nudges my thighs apart. “And then soft in seconds. It’s very confusing for my dick.”

“Well, I can’t have him confused, can I?” I reach my hand in, and Jamie grunts as I lace my fingers around his magnificent and very not-soft cock. “Oh good, you took your little blue pill.”

Jamie growls at the joke, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. Not one to be completely restricted, I pull my legs up, wrapping them around Jamie’s waist, digging my heels against his ass and pulling him close.

“Behave.”

“Make me.”

The dare is there, and that fire comes blazing back into his eyes. I expect scorched-earth flames, but instead, I get a molten kiss that lulls me into a soft haze. There’s something so unreal about the way Jamie kisses. It consumes me. He takes his time, and I have no desire to hurry him. I feel a tug on the hem of my sweater. “These crop tops will be the end of me.”

“Are you planning on getting tangled up in the sleeves and suffocating?”

“Your smart ass will be the end of me.”

“Well, let me get one more orgasm out of you then.” I grin.

“Not concerned for my safety?”

“Not in the slightest. I’m purely using you for your body.”

“Okay, good. I thought I was the only one.” Jamie scans my body, shaking his head, and then his eyes are back on mine. There’s so much warmth in them that I don’t know what to say, and I’m too scared to comment on it. “Can I pleasure you now?”

“I insist, actually.”

Jamie sits back on his heels, between my legs. While I understand his scars hold some shame for him, I can’t help looking at them like a miracle. Jamie survived whatever horrible thing happened to him. Jamie’s a fighter. “I like the way you look at me.”

“Well, you’re very pleasing to look at.”

Jamie hovers back over me, grabbing my wrist and bringing my hand to his pec with the biggest scar. My thumb brushes the raised skin, making him shiver. While I love having my hands on him, I need something more. “Touch me.”

“Where?” Jamie’s whispered words tickle my neck as he licks and sucks along my throat.

“Don’t play with me.” Caging him between my legs, I bring him closer.

“I love playing with you, though.” He smiles like the sadistic bastard he is, reaching inside my sweats, palming my cock, running his fingers through a pool of precum. “Soaked.”

“Dying.”

“Should I call an ambulance?”

“Jamie, if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes...”

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