Page 36 of Riding Jamie

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” he says.

The teasing heat in his voice sends warmth pooling in my gut, and I swallow hard, leaning against him. We pick up our pace, winding through the haphazardly parked cars that litter the wide expanse of open grass. I’m glad that we parked closer to the road, because it makes pulling away and getting on the road a million times easier. Our spot isn’t far from here, and my blood hums under my skin as we get closer and closer.

I scoot across the bench seat in Jamie’s truck to lean against him as he pulls onto the narrow trail that leads to the clearing. We usually just sit in the cab and chat—or make out for hours on end—when we come out here, so it’s a surprise when he parks and reaches for the door.

“We’re sitting outside?”

“I brought blankets and pillows,” he says with a proud smile. “I wanted to get some fresh air and have time alone with you.”

His smile is sweet and a little shy, and I can never say no to him when he looks at me like that. I steal a kiss from him before following him out of the truck.

True to his word, there’s a pile of blankets and pillows folded neatly in the bed of the truck. He pulls the tailgate down and clambers up with a wince. His leg has been bothering him less the past few days, but I still cringe at the reminder of how seriously he was injured. I climb up after him, helping settle the pile of blankets into a cozy little nest for the two of us to curl up in.

It’s one of the most romantic dates we’ve ever been on, even though the stars aren’t out, and I snuggle into his side. I pull the corner of one of the spare blankets over my bare legs, wanting to fight off the chill for as long as I can, but Jamie immediately slides it out of the way, replacing the cotton with his palm.

“Jamie, it’scold,” I scold him with a giggle. “I thought we were supposed to be stargazing.”

He grins at me, incorrigible as ever, and ignores my attempts to pull the blankets back up over the two of us. The air isn’t that cold, and the warmth of Jamie’s hand on my thighs combined with the excitement of it all is making my blood sing in my veins.

“I’ll keep you warm, baby,” he says, a wicked smile on his lips. “And I’ll have you seeing stars one way or another.”

The heat in his voice makes me shiver, and I shift slightly atop the blankets as his hand slides up higher. His fingers tease their way beneath the hem of my dress, the rough slide of his calluses just as perfect as I remember.

Even with all the blankets Jamie laid out for us tostargaze, the bed of his truck isn’t the most comfortable. It’s easy to forget about as he kneels between my legs, though.

His mouth is demanding on mine when he steals my lips in a kiss, and I moan when his tongue tangles with mine. He wastes no time pushing my dress up around my waist, his fingers tugging at the hem of my panties as soon as he gets hold of the fabric. I arch up into his touch helpfully, looping an arm around his good shoulder for stability as he strips them down my legs. The cool air is a shock against my bare cunt, but Jamie doesn’t let me suffer for long.

His fingers map their way up the inside of my thigh toward my clit with no hesitation. My breath comes out on a stuttered moan at the first touch, and I feel him grin against my mouth.

“Lay back for me, princess,” he says as he pulls back from the kiss.

I can barely think straight as he rubs maddeningly slow over my clit, my legs jolting with every shift of his thumb. He rearranges me like a doll, and I offer no resistance. Sluggish, lazy pleasure is warming me from the inside out, and I let him spread my legs and hook them over his shoulders happily.

I gasp at the feeling of his mouth on the inside of my knee, watching raptly as he traces a slow line up my thigh with lips and teeth and tongue.

“Jamie.”

My voice is weak and warbling, soft in the quiet of the night air. I don’t know what I even want to say, but I think he understands anyway. I raise a hand to his head, scratching my nails over his scalp as I twine my fingers through his hair, and he eagerly pushes into the touch.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers.

His breath is warm against the crease of my thigh, and there’s a wealth of thought in that statement, but all I can do is nod. He’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I want to be taken care of, but only if it’s by him.

“Please.”

He doesn’t make me wait, replacing the chill of the November air with the warmth of his mouth. It immediately drives every thought out of my head.

This is how it’s always been with Jamie—overwhelming and perfect and so intense it leaves me shaking. I fall into the bliss of his touch, letting him bring me up and over the edge over and over until I can hardly breathe. I muffle my noises into the pillows, my cheeks flaming in both embarrassment and arousal.

By the time Jamie takes mercy on me, my vision is blurry and my chest is rising in frantic, gasping breaths. He’s hard in his jeans, but he doesn’t make any move to take his own pleasure, and I’m too overstimulated to form words as he pulls my dress back down.

“Look at that, the stars are out,” Jamie says, tugging one of the blankets up to cover us.

I glance up at the sky, a laugh bubbling up from my lips.

“You’re ridiculous,” I say, giggling.

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