Page 55 of Riding Jamie

“I love you,” I gasp, tossing my head back when he hits a spot that makes me see stars. “Fuck, right there, Jamie. God, I love you.”

I press my forehead against his as he hammers into that spot, watching pleasure wash over his face, and when he pulls me in for another kiss, I shatter.

He falls over the edge with me, holding my shaking body as I ride him through my orgasm. His moans echo in the truck, even though he muffles them into my shoulder, and I laugh breathlessly, my entire body buzzing with pleasure.

“I fucking love you,” I whisper, pulling his head up so I can kiss him.

“I fucking love you, too,” he answers me with a grin.

Yeah, this is the only way my life will ever feel right. With Jamie Walker at my side.

Epilogue

OAKLEY

I waveto Phoebe as she heads off to her next lecture, more than ready for a break in my own day. Community college is both different and more of the same. I’m still studying business, so most of my classes are similar, and Aunt Kathy and Uncle Ricky have made it very clear that they still want me to open a branch of Branson Logistics out here if I want to. My class schedule is a little less rigorous, and it feels nice to be surrounded by people who are more on my level.

I liked NYU, don’t get me wrong, but people feel a little morereal.

Maybe it’s just because I’m closer to home. The scenery is more familiar, the pace of life a little slower, a little calmer. I’m only an hour from home, and Jamie and I go back most weekends.

Now that our dads have made up, family dinners are a hell of a lot less awkward. Took them long enough.

As I wander down one of the sidewalks looking for somewhere to relax and get some studying done when my phone vibrates in my pocket. A smile stretches my face when I seeJamie’s name lighting up the screen. I tap to accept the call and press the phone to my ear.

“Hey there, handsome,” I say, stepping off the path to lean against one of the aspen trees.

“How’s my girl?” Jamie asks, his voice warm with affection. “You out of class?”

“I’m good, just looking for a place to study for a bit. I’ve got a break for a few hours,” I say. “I thought you had an Econ test?”

Jamie’s been taking college surprisingly seriously, especially considering how little he cared about high school. It seems like the finance courses he’s taking are suiting him really well. I never expected numbers to be his thing, but all of his professors sing his praises.

“I finished up early, Seilinski said we could take off when we were done. Think I could take you out to lunch?”

“Are you asking me on adate?” I tease, grinning widely.

I jump when I hear his voice in my other ear, my head snapping to the side to see him peeking around the tree with a playful grin

“I most certainly am.”

I laugh, turning to smack him playfully on the chest. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. He tastes like the bottled sweet tea he’s become fond of and spearmint gum, and I sink into his arms.

“I’m also taking you out to celebrate,” he says.

I raise my eyebrows in curiosity, giggling as he rocks me back and forth.

“Oh?” I ask. “And what are we celebrating?”

He pulls back, reaching into his pocket for his phone. I lean against his shoulder as he scrolls through his text messages. He clicks on the thread with his dad and shows me the most recent message.

It’s a picture of our dads together in front of the courthouse, both of them grinning widely.

Just watched Shane Wallace get dragged in for arraignment!

“His whole family cut ties and is claiming no involvement, so he’s making his plea without any help from that big shot lawyer aunt of his,” Jamie says, grinning vindictively. “Didn’t have enough dirt on anyone else to file charges, but it’s a start.”

I laugh, both surprised and thrilled. Dad told me last week that they’d filed charges and were waiting to hear anything back, and Uncle Ricky sent him his official termination notice the same day. I just didn’t expect him to get in front of a judge so quickly.

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