Page 74 of Murder & Mayhem
I dragged Jamie to the bed then sat on it, bringing him with me. I eventually had him settled on my lap, facing me, and my back was against the headboard.
“I’ve never been on a date before either,” I confessed, sensing that was some of the reason for his nerves.
His eyebrows went up to his hairline. Jamie kept his hair shorter now. Neat and close at the sides with a few inches of length on the top. He looked good, older. He had a little bit of peach fuzz that he insisted was a beard aswell. He was so proud of it that I didn’t have the heart to contradict him. He was so fucking cute, and it thrilled me to finally be a part of his life as he came into himself.
“Really? How have you never been on a date? You’re so damn hot.”
I grinned and rubbed my nose along his jawline. “Thank you, sweetheart. But that had nothing to do with it. I only hooked up, remember? I avoided relationships like the fucking plague.”
Jamie’s lips twitched up in a partial smile. We’d talked about this before too. “Until me.”
I booped his nose. “Yeah, until you. But I’m nervous too. I stood in front of your door for eight minutes before I finally knocked.”
Jamie laughed, throwing his head back. “Eight minutes? Seriously?” I twisted his nipple lightly, which only had his laugh turning to a moan. My boy had really sensitive nipples.
“Oh shush. I want this to be special.”
Jamie rested his head against my chest. “I do too. Do you think we’re putting too much pressure on ourselves?”
I ran my hands up and down his back. “Yeah, probably. It doesn’t matter what you wear. You’ll look gorgeous in anything. It’s not lip service that I call you beautiful, sweetheart.”
Jamie bit his lip, but he had a soft smile. He was getting better at receiving compliments, most of the time. “I’m starting to believe that.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tilted his head back. “Beautiful,” I repeated and then kissed him.
We started to make out, Jamie grinding against my lap as I felt him up, palming his ass. If we didn’t stop, though, I’d be very uncomfortable during dinner.
Jamie still had difficulty getting hard. They’d tried a fewdifferent ED meds at the facility, but he hadn’t reacted well to them. He hadn’t given me all the details, only that they’d been painful and not worth it. I was a little sad for him that he may never experience the pleasure that came with a full orgasm, but it didn’t seem to bother him much, and it certainly didn’t change the way I felt about him.
Me, though? The more he rubbed against me, the harder I was getting. “Baby.” I bit his lip. “We either need to do something about this”—I thrust up so he could feel how hard I was—“or stop so I don’t get arrested at the restaurant.”
Jamie grinned. “How much time do we have?”
I glanced at the clock on Jamie’s nightstand, because my boy had an old-school alarm clock. “We have time.” I pushed Jamie onto his back on the bed and climbed over him.
Jamie’s gaze was hungry. “Good, because I think I’m in the mood for an appetizer.”
“Fuck.” I palmed my dick through my pants. Jamie’s hands were at the button then, making quick work of it.
We hadn’t really fooled around since our reunion, besides making out. The newfound confidence in him was staggering. The boy I’d first fallen for was still there in the way he licked his lips as he took in my heavy cock and the way his hand shook slightly as his fingers circled the width, but there was no more fear. It was all trust, all curiosity, lust, and need. And fuck did my boy need.
“No teasing, baby boy. We’re on a time crunch.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I can tease and still keep us from being late.” Hands on my hips, he eased me into his mouth, and fuck if he wasn’t right. He somehow found a way to edge the fuck out of me without us missing our reservation.
It hit me then. I loved him. Somewhere in between the best quickie blow job of my life and when Jamie was throwing on the first shirt he saw as I shoved my softening cock into mypants, I had the revelation. I fucking loved Jamie Sullivan. I’d probably loved him from the first moment I’d seen him, gun in his shaky hands, all desperation and manic determination. But I knew what that feeling was now. Fucking love.
Jamie looked up, his hair sticking up in all different directions. He scrunched his face. “What? Do I have cum on my face or something?”
“No, baby, you’re perfect.” Was my tone too dreamy? Probably. I wanted to tell him then how I felt, but the words didn’t come. It was still too new. But soon, Jamie would learn just how much I loved him, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
EPILOGUE
JAMESON
TWO YEARS LATER
I walked out of my therapist’s office, grinning when I saw Dominic already here, leaning against the car and waiting for me.
