Page 57 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“You really loved the beach, and all I could think of was one day we’d go on a real vacation, and I’d take you to an ocean to find your seashells. Until then, I brought the beach to you. I hope you don’t hate it.” He pulls over a Mylar balloon in the shape of a heart, and I open note twelve.

“I love you.”

Gulping in a breath, I try to calm all the emotions and keep it together.

“When did you do all this?”

“While you were at Jackson’s. Riley wasn’t just getting groceries in town. He helped.”

“You’re extra sneaky.”

“Do you like it?”

Jamieson’s voice carries the nerves of approval, and I turn in his arms.

“No one has ever done anything like this for me. I’m overwhelmed, and I’m wondering how I’ll manage to not step into the sandbox, but I love it. I loveyou.”

Pressing my lips to his, I convey my feelings in a kiss. Words are far too hard right now, and thankfully, Jamie understands that because he kisses me back with the same frantic energy.

“I can move the pool to the living room for you,” he whispers as his lips brush along my jaw.

“Leave it for now. I’ve never had sex on the beach.”

Jamieson’s lips part in surprise. “Shit. I didn’t think about the side effects of doing all of this. But I love that idea.”

eighteen

Jamieson

Griff pulls on my shirt and I happily reach down and pull it over my head, before helping him out when his shirt gets stuck on his cast.

We both laugh and continue to make out in the doorway of his bedroom until he grabs my waistband and walks backwards until his legs hit the bed.

We can’t keep our mouths off each other while we scramble to unbuckle and unzip our pants. A frustrated growl vibrates from Griff, and I have to laugh.

“You sound like a pissed-off puppy.”

“I can’t get your button undone with this damn cast covering part of my hand.”

Griff’s hands are shaking. It’s not the cast. Taking his hands in mine, I kiss the back of each one before placing his hands on my shoulders.

“Let me do it.”

Griff’s fingers press into my shoulders as he ducks his head to watch my hands. With my belt hanging open and my zipper at half-mast, I pause.

“Actually, I have a better idea.” Pressing Griff back, he sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel in front of him to tug his pants off. Myfingers slip under the band of his briefs and his breath catches, but he raises his ass so I can take them off.

Leaning back on his elbows, he waits, completely naked, and watches as I stand to remove the rest of my clothes. We’ve seen each other naked. That part isn’t new.

But this spark of emotion and baring not just skin but ourselves is new. I wanted to show Griff how much I loved him when I brought the beach to his apartment, but I also wanted him to know I was all in. Yes, we had words in the hotel, but I know Griff is still nervous that I might nope out at any minute. He’s not a passing fling, and the initials etched forever into my skin should have been my first clue that what I felt for Griff was more than just admiration.

But clearly, I’m not always a fast learner.

“I’ve always thought you were attractive with clothes on, but without them…I might need a glass of water,” Griff jokes and motions for me to come closer as he sits up. He runs his hands up over my abs and stares up at me with those blue eyes.

“Griff…I want…” Shit. My throat constricts, and it’s hard to swallow.

He smiles the sweetest smile and slides back onto the bed. Patting the spot next to him, I take the hint and lie in the empty spot.

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