Page 54 of Riding Jamie

“Want to go out to the barn?” he asks.

I want to ask a million questions, but I can’t find the words for any of them right now.

“That sounds nice,” I say.

We spent a lot of time at the barn on his property when we were in high school. It was always quiet there at night, and there was no one out there. It made for a perfect spot to hide from our parents when they were particularly annoyed about our relationship.

There are a lot of good memories in that barn.

Jamie starts driving, the roads familiar and dusty, and I sit quietly beside him as the scenery passes by. We’re almost halfway there by the time he says anything.

“I talked to my dad,” he says. “He has a lot of paperwork from Peter Wallace. It looks like the guy was funneling money away in a fake account under my name. I’d be willing to bet he was doing the same to your dad. I can take a look at any paperwork he has if he wants me to.”

I blink in surprise. That’s the last thing I expected him to bring up right now, but I guess it’s important to know.

“I’ll let him know,” I say as we pull onto the narrow access road.

“Did you show that video to your dad?”

“I sent it to him. And to Aunt Kathy,” I say. “She’s going to make sure he gets fired.”

Jamie snorts, glancing over at me with a vindictive grin on his face.

“I think once our dads both get their hands on that video, he’ll be lucky if he doesn’t wind up in jail,” he says.

That’s probably true, now that I think about it. His aunt is a big shot lawyer, but with video proof of conspiracy to commit fraud, I don’t know if there’s any way she’ll get him off. I grin at the thought.

Serves him right.

Jamie pulls up to the back entrance of the barn and parks, then kills the ignition. He sits silently before turning to face me. His eyes are hard and determined, his shoulders set firmly, like he’s bracing himself.

“Oakley,” he says, reaching out to take my hand in his. “I kind of wanted to figure out a whole big speech, but that’s not really my thing. Instead, I’m just going to say what I know is true.”

I squeeze his fingers tightly, both nervous and unshakably certain of the outcome of this. There’s only one way this could ever go, really.

“I love you.” He squeezes my hand back, finally meeting my eyes. “I’ve loved you since I fucking met you. I’ll always love you.I’m never going to think I deserve you, and I’ll never think I’m good enough. So I’m going to ask you to do me a favor, ok?”

I want to promise him the entire world, but all I can do is smile and nod.

“I want you to trust me,” he says. “I want you to trust that I love you, and that it’ll always be you for me, no matter what. If you can do that, I can trust that you’ll pick me every time, even if I don’t think I’m worth it.”

Tears spring to my eyes, and I suck in a shaky breath. This was always the only outcome, but I didn’t think it could ever be this easy.

“I promise.” The words are heavy, and I realize that I’ve never meant anything more. “I trust you, Jamie. Iwilltrust you. I love you.”

The air is suddenly thick between us, and I do the only thing I can think of. I launch myself at him, clambering into his lap as I steal his mouth is a frantic kiss. It’s messy, nothing but desperate kisses and frenzied hands. He half rips my jacket off and yanks at my shirt, shoving it up over my breasts and immediately dropping his head to dig his teeth into my skin. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, and I moan, tossing my head back in pleasure.

I jerk at his belt until it unbuckles, ignoring the sound of one of his belt loops tearing. Having him inside me is more important than anything else.

He seems to be of the same mind, groaning against my skin and grinding his hips up. He presses me back against the steering wheel, and I’ve never been more grateful that his horn doesn’t work. Even with one arm in a cast, he makes quick work of my sweats, yanking them halfway down my thighs as he mouths at my nipple.

I can hardly form a coherent thought, overwhelmed and straining for any contact. The air is chilly against my bare cunt, and I can’t wait a single second longer.

As soon as he manages to free his cock, I push him back, taking hold and guiding the head to my entrance. A shiver wracks his frame, and he watches me with dark, hungry eyes. They go lidded when I take the first few inches, and my whole body shakes at the initial stretch.

The angle is awkward, and I can hardly spread my legs enough to get a good rhythm going, but it still feels so good I can hardly breathe. I collapse forward against his chest, my lips going straight to his neck. He moans as I work a mark into his throat, sucking and biting as I ride him sloppily.

“Fuck, Oakley,” he murmurs, wrapping his good arm around my waist to help me as we both approach our end. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so much, baby.”

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