Page 26 of Isaiah and Jameson
“Well, you need someone as a companion, not an underling.” Harve’s voice was warm, easy. “Breathe, love. Go to him. You need to let your bond settle.”
“Bond?”
There was a bond? What did Harve even mean by that? He was so confused, even more so when the door to his bathing room opened, Jameson walking in to take the phone from his hand. “Hey, Harve. I got this. Uh-huh. Bye.”
“You— How—”Beautiful. You’re beautiful.“You can’t be in here.”
“Why not? You wanted me.” Jameson placed the phone aside, then came to sit on the edge of the tub. He trailed his hand in the water. “Mmm. Bubbles.”
“I like baths. They’re soothing.” His body ached, just from that finger being so close.
“I like baths too. Showers can be nice as well.” Jameson waggled both eyebrows at him. Silly.
Jameson shouldn’t have been able to enter without his say so. Not at all. “I was just soaking.”
Come in. Touch me. Please.
“Soaking is good.” Jameson tugged off his loose shirt.
“It is.” He couldn’t look away from the broad chest. Jameson was… well, he was every fantasy Isaiah had. Beautiful.
“I’ll join you.” The soft pants went next, Jameson naked and natural.
“Will you?” He couldn’t hide his moan, and he slid his hand under the bubbles to cup his cock.
“Now, sweet. No touching unless I say. That’s mine. I want to bite it.”
He froze, mouth falling open. The things Jameson said to him.
Jameson slipped into the huge tub, turning the hot water on, and tugging him into the strong arms. “We need a bit more warmth with two of us, hmm? Cold natured beasts that we are.” That mouth landed on his.
He felt hot-blooded, honestly. He felt as if he might burn alive. Isaiah found himself gripping Jameson’s shoulders, trying to climb into his lap. So much for not allowing this to happen again.
Jameson’s hands landed on his ass, tugging him in close, dragging them together. Their skin slipped, the water easing the way, and Isaiah straddled Jameson’s thighs easily, spreading his legs so he could rub his cock and balls along Jameson’s body.
“We shouldn’t.” But he wanted to. So badly.
“Why not? We’re meant to be companions. Your family will believe I’m your consort, trust me.” Jameson nipped at his lower lip.
“Are you not my consort?” He felt a bit dizzy with need.
“I can be all sorts of things to you, sweet.” Jameson’s hand was the one on his cock now, and so much better to feel than his own.
“Oh.” He blinked and huffed out a soft cry.
“Yes. Lovely, lovely Isaiah.” Jameson touched him as if he were fragile but also unbreakable. He felt ten feet tall. The water lapped against the small of his back; the cool air above sensitizing every inch of skin.
“This is what you really need, sweet. My touch. The way we come together. The rest is just politics.”
Isaiah hummed softly. “What do you need?”
“I need you. Touching and kissing and biting and letting me love you.”
“Already? Just me?” How odd.
“It’s called a bond.” Jameson licked a long line down his throat.
“A bond…” He moaned and lifted his chin, the touch to his cock absolutely perfect.
