Page 39 of Bad Reputation

“Jameson Hart!” a guard shouts outside my cell. I sit up, tensing. The door unlocks, and the guard swings it open, looking in. “You’re free to go. Come on.”

Not one to question being given my freedom, I spring up. I follow the guard down a labyrinth of hallways, stopping at a window to collect my shoes, my phone, and my wallet.

“Am I being charged with anything?” I ask the guard as I put my shoes back on.

“Nah. Richard Spencer, the guy you pounded? He basically wouldn’t stop talking once he got here. He admitted to throwing the first punch, and to assaulting the girl he was with. What a fuckin’ piece of work. I’m glad you gave him what he was askin’ for.”

The guard rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

I just nod, figuring that I’ll stick to not talking to the cops, regardless of the circumstances. It takes a few more minutes for them to go through my release paperwork. I keep my trap shut and sign where they tell me.

The next thing I know, I’m stepping out into the humid night air. I look around at the nondescript parking lot that I exited to, checking my phone. I have a whole bunch of texts and missed calls from Forest and Asher, telling me to call them if and when I get out.

I don’t feel like calling one of them for a ride though, honestly. I just want to take a shower and lay in my own bed. I open the Uber app and search for a ride home.

“Jameson?”

I look up to find Emma heading my way after sliding out of a strange black Range Rover, looking tired as hell. She has to walk a fair distance from her car to where I’m standing; I start to walk towards her, a little dazed that she would even be here.

She went home and changed, obviously, because she’s wearing a plain black t-shirt and a little denim skirt. But her hair is a mess, and she’s wearing fluffy bunny slippers on her feet.

She has never looked so good to me as she does now, barreling towards me in the parking lot.

“Hey—” I start to greet her. Then I groan as she all but tackles me, hugging me around the torso so hard that I wince.

I stand there for a second, stunned. Of all the reactions that I expected, this wasn’t one of them. I wrap my arms around her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms.

Emma looks up at me, tears shining in her eyes. “Thank you for coming to my defense, Jameson. I am so, so sorry that you got arrested because of me.”

She hugs me again, slipping her arms around my neck and burying her face against my neck. I can’t resist the urge to lean down and smell her hair, taking a deep inhalation of her feminine scent.

“You weren’t to blame,” I murmur against her hair, cradling her head. “You did nothing wrong.”

She doesn’t even look at me this time. “I went on a date with him, didn’t I?”

“You can’t have known it would end up like this.” I gently pry her back a couple of inches, even though I never want to let her go. Her tear stained face breaks my heart. “I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Her emerald eyes are large and mesmerizing, her face sweetly heart shaped. I cup the side of her face in one hand, pushing back some of her wild hair. Her lips are luscious and inviting, and they part ever so slightly when my gaze drops to look at them.

I don’t honestly know whether I move first or she does, but we both surge forward. My lips find hers, hesitating at first. But once I get the taste of her in my mouth, the scent of her in my nose, I go wild.

Then there is nothing gentle about the way that I grab her, hauling her up against me. I’m already hard for her, imagining the sweet satisfaction that I’m about to find at the apex of her thighs. My tongue seeks hers and she opens her mouth to me, urging me on.

Emma makes this sound, a mewling sound, but more guttural. The sound makes the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and my whole body tingles for a second. I pull her body up against mine, rubbing her tits across my chest. She moans and wraps her legs around my torso.

Fuck, she feels so good. Far better than in my imagination. I carry her back towards her car, trying to figure out how I’m going to get her back to my house. It seems impossible to put her down and calmly drive somewhere else, but I can’t just have sex with her here in the parking lot of the jail, either.

She starts to kiss my neck, sucking hard on my earlobe. My eyes roll into the back of my head for the briefest moment and I stumble. Emma seems totally unworried about our surroundings.

Maybe she’s completely oblivious to my thought process about how I can fuck her the fastest. But when I get to her car, pressing her against the driver’s side door, she looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with the same impatient lust as mine.

“Take me right here, right now,” she demands, her voice low and throaty. “I need you, Jameson.”

Lust fills my veins like lead. Her words are the balm I’ve needed for so long; it feels like it’s been aeons since I’ve been inside her, instead of weeks.

Still, I shake my head. “No. Not here.”

“Yes,” she whispers in my ear. She grabs my hand, pulling it down her body, until I’m touching the front of her panties. They’re damp, soaked by her need. Her words turn pleading. “Now. In the car. I need you inside me right now.”

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