Page 39 of Consequences

“No one’s picked me up like this since I was, like, ten,” Jamie says and giggles. “Is it weird I find it sexy?”

Undertaker smirks. “Baby doll, you’re as light as a feather to me.”

“Please tell me this means you’re willing to give this a shot. Because no one has ever kissed me like this before, either.”

“On one condition. You have to promise me that when it becomes too much for you to handle that you’ll tell me,” he says, his eyes locking with her. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re going to find out what I do and how I act to be difficult to handle like the few others before you.”

“I’ll be honest. I swear. But I think I may surprise you.”

They all think that until they say they can’t do it anymore.

Carrying her to the backdoor, he walks to his apartment. “I fucking hope so, baby doll.”

He sets her on the bed, and she reaches for the hem of her shirt, but he stops her. She looks up with a mixture of hurt and confusion in her eyes, and he aches to see just what she has to offer underneath the clothes.

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he says.

“You’re not?”

The disappointment sets him on fire, and he knows she can see how hard he is through his jeans. It’s been so long since he was last inside a woman, and he wants to plunge so deep inside her that he worries they’ll become one entity. It doesn’t hurt knowing he’ll be the first. The first to take her but also show her what pleasure really is.

“No, I’m not. A clubhouse isn’t where you should give someone your virginity.”

Looking around, she sighs. “Then what are we doing?”

He climbs onto the bed with her and pulls her into his arms, laying them down together. “Well, I plan to kiss you a little more because you taste pretty damn good, and I haven’t had nearly enough.”

“Really?”

The pure joy in her voice makes him throb even more. “Really. I might feel you up, assuming you’re okay with that. Then, because I’m already having an issue being this close to you, I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom to take care of the raging hard-on you’ve given me.”

A flush washes across her cheeks. “Or—”

“Nope, this will be taken relatively slow. As much as it’ll kill me, you’re young. You’re inexperienced, and I need to make sure you’re comfortable and sure you really want this before going beyond the point of no return.”

“I’m sure. Trust me, I’m sure.”

He smirks as she nods her head. “Regardless, we’re waiting. At least a week. So, after I jack myself off in the bathroom, I’m going to give you a T-shirt to sleep in, and we’re going to sleep.”

Eyebrows high, she looks surprised. “Just sleep? In the same bed? For a week?”

“After the kissing and playing with myself like a goddamned teenager, yes.”

“I could help.”

Shaking his head, Undertaker pushes the thoughts of the various ways Jamie could help relieve the ache below his waist. “Maybe tomorrow or the next day, assuming you’re still coming to sleep over, I’ll let you watch. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with what I have to offer, but there’s nothing beyond second base—for me—for a week.”

“Okay.”

“And every night, you have to be here to sleep with me. Just sleep.”

“After the kissing and getting yourself off.”

He smirks. “Exactly.”

“What if I need to get off?” Her fingers gently tickle his chest, but she never breaks eye contact. “Do I need to hang out in here alone and do what I need to while you’re in the bathroom doing what you need to?”

Oh, she’s good. She’s really good.

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