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I whimper against his lips at the instruction, helpless to do anything but obey. Neither of us last long after that, both of us desperate for more, clutching at each other as I grind down onto the length of him, gasping his name into his mouth. My movements aren’t as smooth and flawless as I’d like them to be, but he feels so good inside of me, and he looks like he’s in heaven beneath me, so I keep chasing my pleasure, racing toward the edge. Jamie spurs me on, whispering filth and adoration in equal parts against my lips, his good hand helping keep me steady.

“Oak—fuck, so close,” he gasps out.

All I can do is nod, moments away from my own climax.

“C’mon,” I gasp out.

He squeezes his fingers down on my ass, and my hips stutter as I feel the crash of my own orgasm overtaking me. My whole body tenses up on top of him, and I just barely manage to keep myself from crashing down onto his chest when he grits out a moan of my name.

All my strength leaves me the second my climax fades, and I slump over onto my side, panting into his shoulder as I allow him to pull me in closer.

“Missed you,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

I hum happily, exhaustion taking hold of me now that I’ve done what I set out to do. I’ve been strung tight with nerves the whole time I’ve been in New York, and now that I’m home, in Jamie’s arms, back where I belong again, I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open. I don’t need to worry about staying awake, though. I can relax and not worry about anything, even if it’s just for a little bit.

I’ve got Jamie to take care of me.

Chapter Fifteen

JAMIE

It’s morethan a little unreal to wake up and see Oakley in my bed. The morning light is soft, resting on her cheek and making her hair shine. She’s tucked into my side, still dozing, and I reach up to drag my fingers through her hair disbelievingly.

My shoulder twinges at the movement, immediately reminding me of the bitter truth.

This isn’t how all of this was supposed to go. I got my girl back, sure, but I’m a fucking mess. I don’t have a career anymore—hell, I probably have to find something completely new. The doctors all told me I most likely won’t ever be able to get on a bull again because of the damage to my leg and shoulder. I have no way to support myself anymore, much less build a proper life for Oakley.

Fuck, I wasn’t good enough for her to begin with. Now, I’m nothing but a washed up ex-circuit rider with no clue what to do in life.

Oakley lets out a quiet huff, her head twitching as she flutters her lashes against the sunlight. She wakes up slowly, just like always. A long yawn rises from her as she stretches, and thenshe shifts onto her side to shy away from the light. I smile down at her, torn between frustration with how my life has turned out and pure bliss at having her in my bed again.

“Morning, princess.”

Her smile is lazy and so full of love that it almost hurts to look at, and she lifts her hand to trace over the stubble on my chin.

“You look sad,” she says quietly, gently following the line of my neck down to my shoulder, just petting across my skin.

It feels so good to have her hands back on me that I can almost forget my worries. Even if I could, she’d still know something is bothering me. I’m just…not ready to talk about it. I want to bask in the happiness for just a little longer.

“How about I take my girl out to breakfast?” I say. “Ruby’s should be open. We can get you some waffles.”

She brightens instantly at the mention of waffles, and I see her concern fade into excitement. We’ll have to talk about this all eventually, but I think both of us just want some time together again.

“You know I can’t say no to that.”

We crawl out of bed in between kisses and lingering touches. Oakley helps steady me without me even having to ask for it, and I wish I could be touched by her thoughtfulness. She’s always done everything she can to make me happy, and now I can do even less to repay her for it. I try not to let my gaze linger on the bare skin of her stomach as she pulls her shirt back over her head, but the temptation is too much to resist.

“We should probably stop by my house before we go out,” she says as she buttons her jeans up. “I’d rather not wear the same clothes I showed up in.”

I snort out a laugh, but don’t argue with her. It was after dark when she got here, and I doubt she ran into too many folks on the way home from the airport, but folks will have enough gossipto fuel the fires just with us getting back together. No need to give them anything more to work with.

“I’m sure your dad will be thrilled to see me.”

She winces a bit at that, huffing out a sigh. I meant it more as a joke than anything—his reaction to seeing me now can’t be worse than the last time he laid eyes on me.

“It’s already eight,” she says. “He’s probably out working already.”

I pull her in for one more kiss before we head downstairs. It’s somehow even better than every time before, the morning light soft around us, her hair tousled from sleep. My body aches, but that’s something I’m starting to get used to. It’s not as bad as it was in the beginning. And with Oakley in my arms again, I think I’d be able to handle any agony life can throw my way.

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