Page 86 of Hold On Me

My eyes bulge, and I suddenly see Jameson in a whole new light. His and Jonathan’s relationship is so loving and equal. Jonathan is as equally strong a personality as Jameson, and they have disagreements all the time. I guess I never thought a submissive bedroom personality could still be someone who can hold their own. Which is stupid. I’m clearly submissive too, and standing up to Ben, or my sass as he put it, is something he enjoys about me.

“I figured you were.” Angie’s blasé attitude knocks me for six, and Jameson has a very similar reaction. “What? It’s not a shock. You give off strong, powerful vibes. Actually, I picture you whenever I reread a particular book. You remind me of a specific character.”

“What book?” The intrigue in Jameson’s voice is apparent, but the mischief on Angie’s face tops it.

“I’m not telling you. You’ll have to guess.”

“Hold on.” A thought occurs to me that I have to voice. “So when you’re reading this book, and they’re getting down and dirty and you’re getting all hot and steamy, you’re thinking of Jameson?” I place my glass on the coffee table and lean my elbows on my thighs to get closer to them, eager to hear her reply. Jameson turns in his seat so he’s facing her as well.

“Well, yeah. Jameson’s hot. He reminds me of Jenson, but a serious version.”

Jameson sits back in his chair, smugness personified.

“Does Jenson know?” I’m practically vibrating with the need to share this with him.

“No, of course not. He’d get all butt hurt—I love that saying by the way, we don’t have it in England.” She points a finger at both of us and gives us each a warning glare. “So that means neither of you can tell him either.”

I slump back in my chair, arms folded, pouting. “That’s not fair. It would drive him insane knowing you had a crush on his brother.”

“He nearly had a coronary when he thought she’d seen Jaxson naked. We can’t tell him this.” Jameson leans in a little closer and whispers in her ear, “It’ll be our little secret, baby.”

“Ew, gross. Don’t call her baby.” Throwing the coaster from my side of the coffee table at him to make my point does nothing as he and Angie make kissy faces at each other.

A loud voice booms from behind me and makes us all jump. “And why are you making kissy faces at my brother? Is this what happens when I leave you alone?” Jenson stands in the kitchen doorway after clearly sneaking in from the back door, his arms folded over his chest but a grin on his lips.

“I think your brother is sweet on me, Hotshot.”

Jenson’s eyes turn black and he shoots a look at her so full of pure lust, I have to look away. Something about that nickname does things to him that I really don’t want to see.

“He’s not the only one.” He stalks toward the sofa, slaps Jameson on the back of the head, and drops down between them, wiggling his hips to make room for his large frame in the small space..

I’m about to ask how my dad was, but my words are lost when a hand grips the back of my neck. I tilt my head back so I'm looking at an upside down Ben, who smiles and whispers, “Hi,” before crashing his lips to mine.

I’m vaguely aware of the noise around me, mostly grumbles from Jenson and Jameson, but I don’t care. Ben’s lips pressed against mine, his tongue caressing my own, it’s all perfection, and it makes everything else disappear.

When he breaks away, he smiles again, places a kiss on my forehead, and casually walks around the loveseat. I scoot over to make a little more room for him, but he rolls his eyes, slips onehand under my legs, the other around my waist, and lifts me up as I squeal and hold on to his neck. He quickly sits back in the seat, places me in his lap, and smirks at the audience we have.

“So boys, what’s new?”

His arm is still wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my hip while the other one rests on my thigh, as I just stare at him shocked. I quickly look around to see Angie salivating, Jenson grinning, and Jameson mirroring me, mouth open in shock, but what looks like admiration in his eyes.

“I take it we need to get used to this.” Jenson wags his finger at us and I squirm a little.

“Keep squirming, Little One, it feels fucking delicious.”

I stop moving and turn my head to face him. He’s smirking. The son of a bitch. Well two can play this game.

Smiling sweetly, I lean over to grab my glass from the coffee table, firmly pressing my ass against his now hard length. I make sure I grind down a little as I straighten up and don’t miss the puff of breath shooting from his lips.

Angie winks at me conspiratorially and I smile back. She knows what I’m doing, and she approves. “Everything okay there, Benny boy?”

“I’m fine. What were you guys discussing before we rudely interrupted you?”

The hand on my waist slowly starts to move toward my back and slips under my shirt. The feel of his warm fingers against my skin makes me inhale sharply. Fuck, he’s got more moves than I do.

Rather than giving into defeat, I lean back, getting really comfortable, and let my head rest on his shoulder, my lips close to the skin of his neck. I blow a little air out and feel him suppress a shiver.

He bends his head down so his lips are against my ear. “You better stop playing with me, Little One. I have no problem with touching you, fucking you even, in front of everyone.”

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