Page 75 of Bump and Run
I closed my eyes. “I love you.” His lips ghosted over mine. “He wants to use us as some gay agenda for his campaign.”
“Or what?” When I didn’t answer, Jones sighed loudly. “What did that butthead threaten us with this time? It can’t be worse than all the other times. Gosh, I don’t like him. Maybe I even hate him, and that’s a terrible thing to say. But your daddy is not a nice man. I should call Mama and make sure she’s okay.” Only he didn’t move from my lap. Instead, Jones’s fingers combed through my hair, soothing my worry. “Talk to me, baby.”
My skin broke out in goosebumps. I loved it when he called me baby. “That he would support us if he could use us in his bullshit. I won’t let him, Jones. He’s a dick, and he’s only trying to get more control over everything that he possibly can.”
“And he said all this where? Outside or in the house?”
“Outside. I wasn’t about to let him into our home.”
Jones trembled against me, and when I finally met his gaze, his eyes were wide. “Our home.”
“Shit, Jonesy, I mean your home. This isn’t my place, but I just—”
He cut me off with a kiss so searing that my brain nearly short-circuited. Jones never took control, but right now he was dominating me, and I didn’t hate it. His hands tipped my head up, and as he angled it to the left, he shoved his tongue between my lips and curled it around mine. He rocked his hips against me like his body had a mind of its own.
Jones whined when I pulled away.
“Slow down. Remember what I said, Bashful.”
Even though my cock was totally against that. It would love to have another go at this beautiful man that was currently straddling my thighs.
“Charlie, please.”
“No one is going to tear us apart ever again. We’re getting married, and I’m prepared to give up the world for you if it comes down to that.”
Jones pouted. It was so cute when he did that. I wanted to kiss the shit out of him. “I don’t want you to give up anything.”
“You’re not asking me. I want to. You and me, Jonesy. You and me.” I cupped his scruffy jaw, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip. “No touching until we’re married.”
He huffed playfully. “You really love me.” His hazel eyes sparkled like the moonlight.
“Yeah, I really do.” I tilted his head back. “More than anything.”
Jones surged forward, his mouth landing on mine. “Please, Charlie, touch me. Iwant you so bad.”
“Sorry, Bashful.” I shook my head. “I think you can wait until Friday. That’s only a couple of days away. Then I’ll drain every last bit of cum from your balls and leave you in haze of pleasure and lust. Proving to you just how much I need you.”
His lips curved up into a smile, and his cheeks grew pink. “Promise?”
He leaned forward to nip at my chin, and his teeth dragged over my skin. My already hard cock twitched in my jeans. It was going to take every single ounce of strength to resist him.
“Cross my heart,” I assured him and then kissed the shit out of him because I could. He was going to be my husband, after all. I watched as Jones climbed to his feet. “Where are you going?”
He shrugged. “You said you wouldn’t touch me, but you didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growled.
But when Jones only winked and headed toward the stairs, I rushed after him. I grabbed him around the waist and swung him up into my arms.
“You’re a little shit. Don’t tempt me.”
Jones giggled. “But you still love me.”
“I will always love you.” I smacked his backside, and he wiggled in my arms. “No touching yourself either. I mean it, Jones.”
“Or what?” He raised his brows.
“You want me to punish you, is that it? Maybe tie you down and smack your ass until you cum all over yourself? Until you beg me to fuck you? Or maybe I’ll edge you forhours, bringing you so close to pleasure over and over again, until you’re crying, begging me for relief?”
