Page 44 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

I knew what we were doing was a mistake, but I couldn’t help myself. I doubted I’d ever meet someone like Jameson again, so I wanted as much of him as I could get.

Once we were both naked, he laid me down on the bed, still kissing me. He entered me, and from that moment on, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. We were always connected, always touching and tasting, learning everything about the other in intimate ways no one else had before.

I didn’t want the night to end, and emotion threatened to overwhelm me several times throughout the night. What was this man doing to me that had me feeling the way I was in less than two days?

Jameson fucked me over and over again, taking me to ecstasy and beyond more times than I could remember. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I wasn’t sure how I would be able to leave him when I felt so connected to him.

I didn’t know anything about sex or love, but several times, I felt like he wasn’t just fucking me but making love to me. The connection between us was too intimate, the touches too reverent, and the kisses too deep to just be sex.

But what did I know? I was practically a virgin before I met Jameson.

I wasn’t sure what time it was when we finally fell asleep. And I didn’t know how much time had passed when I was woken up by the sound of two men talking.

I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I recognized Jameson’s voice first, then his brother’s after a few seconds. I put on the robe I’d been using the past two days, then went to see what was going on.

They both looked at me when I walked in. For some reason, they seemed tense. “Hey,” I greeted. “Where’s Olivia?”

“Asleep in my room. I ordered room service and mimosas and was going to bring them over here when it arrived. I’ll go wake her up, and we’ll be back,” Raleigh answered.

“I’d wait until the mimosas come before you wake her,” I joked. “She is not a morning person.”

“I beg to differ,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows with a laugh.

I scrunched my nose. “I did not need to know that.”

When his brother left, Jameson came over and kissed me. “Did you sleep okay?”

I nodded. “Yes. Although, I’m not sure how much I got. I don’t know when we fell asleep.”

He chuckled, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Me either. These past two days are definitely ones to remember.”

My cheeks heated as a smile curved my lips. “I’ll never forget them.”

Jameson’s eyes searched mine for a few seconds, then he leaned down and kissed me again. “I don’t know how I’m going to let you go.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my forehead against his chest. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I know.”

We stood like that for a few minutes until there was a knock on the door. Jameson kissed the top of my head again, then went to open the door.

“Mimosas, bitches!” Elise shouted as she walked in. Raleigh pushed the room service cart behind her.

I couldn’t help but laugh at my friend.

She eyed me up and down as she poured both of us a glass. “Look at you, you dirty slut. You look like something the cat dragged in.”

My face heated again, embarrassment flooding me as I shook my head at her.

Elise brought me a glass, then clinked it with hers. “To being properly fucked.”

I chuckled before taking a sip. Elise downed hers in a few seconds. “Drink up, we have to get back to our hotel soon and check out.”

Shit, I’d forgotten about that. I drank the rest of my mimosa, then said, “I’m going to get dressed.”

My stomach started to hurt as I got dressed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from hunger, sadness, or both. I really didn’t want to leave Jameson, but we’d just had a fling, right? It would look crazy if I changed my plans to stay in Vegas for him.

Yeah, totally crazy.

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