Page 59 of Riding Jamie

Neither one of us wants to disappoint our families. But where does that leave us? I hate that our first time having sex could be soured by this discussion.

I kiss him again, letting it linger this time. Swiping my tongue over his lips until he opens for me. Jamie fists my hair at the base of my skull, holding me as tight as he holds the reins when he’s riding. My body wakes up, craving him even more than ever.

“Again,” I whisper into the kiss.

Jamie’s chuckle is rough. “Greedy girl.”

“For you,” I promise. “Only you.”

It’s slower this time. Better. He’s on top of me, his length stroking inside me, rubbing my sensitive bud with every thrust until I come undone again, bright sparkles bursting through me.Gasping his name, I swear I can feel him throb inside me as he finishes.

“All I know is that I love you, Oakley Montgomery. Wherever we go, whatever we do, that’s never going to change. I’m going to be with you.” He replies so calmly that I know he means every word.

I hold up my hand, pinky out, as his eyes widen slightly and a smirk litters the corner of his lips before he hooks his pinky around mine. “Promise me, I promise you, that to you, I will be true.”

It’s our silly little freshman rhyme from when we were just best friends and not a couple. But it has even more meaning now. My heart thumps. The tears I feel in my eyes are happy and content, not sad.

“Shit, that’s your dad,” he says suddenly. The sound of heavy boots thumps in the hallway.

In what feels like seconds, Jamie’s dressed, one long leg hanging over the windowsill as I pull on my robe and kiss him goodbye before quickly closing the window with just enough time to turn around before my dad knocks on the door, causing my heart to jump.

That was close… A little too fucking close. But no matter what happens, Jamie Walker will never let me down.

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