Page 79 of Jameson

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jameson

Igroaned, my hands clamped on Greer’s hips as she rode me. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She pressed her hands to my chest, rocking with my cock lodged deep inside her. “I think you’re beautiful.” Her voice was husky. “In a rugged, tough way.” She leaned down, her hair like a curtain around us. “And you’re mine. Your hard body, your cock, and your heart and soul.”

“All yours.” I groaned again. “Always.”

She moved faster. I lifted my hips up and felt her pussy tightening. I reached out, my hand running over her flat belly, then delving between her thighs. I thumbed her clit.

“Jameson.” She screamed my name and tossed her head back.

Pure beauty. With a growl, I gripped her hips and yanked her down. Deep inside her warmth, I poured myself inside her.

Wrung out, and floating on the wave of pleasure, I watched as she collapsed on top of me. My chest was rising and falling,and her warm breath puffed against my pec. She kissed my almost-healed wounds, and I ran a hand down her back.

Life was pretty damn perfect.

The echo of a knock thumped against my front door. I frowned. The knock turned to a hard hammering.

I sat up. “That better not be the guys again.”

We’d had fun with the impromptu barbecue yesterday, but I hadn’t had my fill of Greer yet. I wanted her all to myself.

“If it was the guys, they would have let themselves in,” she said.

True. The knocking continued.

Who could that be?

“Someone wants to see you badly.” She squinted at me. “It had better not be a woman, Jameson Steele.”

“There’s only one woman for me.” I leaned over and kissed her.

The knocking stopped, then started again.

Muttering, I climbed out of bed. Greer followed and grabbed my T-shirt. I was distracted by her sweet ass as I pulled my pants on. I grabbed my communicator off the beside table to check the front door security feed. “Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.” An image filled the screen, and I stiffened. “Or not.”

“Who is it?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Um, my dad.”

“Oh?” She finger-combed her hair. It was a messy blonde cloud around her makeup-free face.

“And your dad.”

Her blue eyes widened. “Uh-oh.”

“You finish up, I’ll talk to them.”

“No. Jameson, wait for me?—”

I hurried out of the bedroom. I strode through the house, trying to think about what I’d say to the father of the woman I’d just spent the best part of three days fucking.

I paused at the front door.Nope, I had nothing. I sucked in a breath.

I touched a palm to the lock and the door opened. “Dad. Uncle Shaw.”

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