Page 38 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

Olivia scoffed and handed Lucia a shot. “What is this?” Lucia asked.

“Tequila,” Olivia answered.

I arched a brow at my brother, who shrugged. “Her idea.”

Since the girls were buzzed, Lucia didn’t argue with Olivia. She took the shot and winced, then took a sip of the drink I’d given her.

“Too bad we don’t have limes and salt, or we could do body shots,” Olivia said.

“Yeah, that is unfortunate,” Raleigh said. “I’d love to get my mouth on you.”

Olivia giggled, and I rolled my eyes. Lucia laughed as Olivia threw her arms around Raleigh and started kissing him.

“Here we go again,” Lucia joked, grabbing my hand and leading me to the couch. “They’re like teenagers.”

They broke apart. “Hey, I’m way more mature than a teenager,” Raleigh stated.

“Barely,” I teased.

“Fuck you,” my brother retorted. He put on some music, and the drinks began flowing. We were all laughing and having such a good time that I almost forgot what we were there for.

The girls were almost to that point, and I made eye contact with Raleigh, giving him a slight nod. The girls were dancing together and giggling, then Olivia broke away and plopped down on Raleigh’s lap. “Take me to your room.”

His eyebrows rose, and his eyes met mine again. A smirk curved the corner of his lips. “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Olivia squealed before hopping up and pulling Raleigh up behind her.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked, arching a brow.

Raleigh narrowed his eyes at me like he did when he talked back to my dad when we were kids. “Yes. I’ll bring her back in one piece.”

I knew it was a bad idea, and we should stick to the plan, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted some alone time with Lucia. “Okay.”

“You okay here, Luz?” Olivia slurred as they stumbled to the door.

She nodded, a blissful smile on her face. “I’m good. Jameson will take care of me.”

We made eye contact, and she bit down on her bottom lip. Her hand ran over my thigh, and my dick started to get hard. I could barely hear the door close over my heart pounding.

“What do you want to do now?” Lucia asked.

When Jameson and I were alone, something came over me. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or that he was like one of my book boyfriends come to life, but I decided I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass me by. I doubted I would ever meet a hot biker interested in me again.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, trying my best to be flirtatious even though I was super drunk.

A smirk curved Jameson’s lips. God, he was so hot. “Whatever you want. I don’t want to pressure you into something you don’t want to do.”

I didn’t think men were that perfect in real life. Instead of replying, I decided to use the liquid courage and climbed onto Jameson’s lap.

My heart was racing as I pressed my mouth to his. His hands gripped my hips as his tongue parted my lips, and I almost moaned in his mouth.

I felt his length growing under me, and I started to grind against him. He broke the kiss with a groan, then started kissing and nipping my neck.

I moved my hair to one side as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin. I continued to ride him, enjoying the feel of his thick cock beneath me.

His hand fisted my hair, and he brought my lips back to his and began kissing me again. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me; it was like a scene straight out of my romance novels.

After a few minutes, I broke the kiss with a gasp. My lips stung as I panted for breath, my eyes locked with Jameson’s. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. “I want you. Now,” he practically growled.

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