Page 23 of His for the Taking

“If I must.” He shakes his head, drops a kiss on my lips, then crawls backward, his cock dragging along my wet center yet again. When he stands up after moving off the mattress, I plant my feet, spreading my legs further, and find his look of sheer determination.

“You must. Coffee first.” The way he licks his lips… My wetness may now be dried on his lips, but I have no doubt my taste still lingers. I watch as Jameson walks out of the bedroom in all his naked glory, enjoying the view of his tight backside. Jesus, my core clenches, aching for him all over again, and I just freaking came. Jameson Evans has me completely addicted to the way he doles out orgasms. He’s ten times better than any toy could ever be, even when he puts his big ole foot in his mouth at times.

28

KODY

Irub my hands on my jeans for the hundredth time since Jameson parked the truck and we’ve been walking toward the photobooth. I was going to wear leggings, an oversized sweater, and boots but then had a change of heart, put jeans on, a tighter-fitting shirt, and a cardigan with ballet flats. My hair is down, my makeup is light, and my nerves are on fire.

“You got this, babe. Everything is ready. All you have to do is show up.” Jameson rubs my lower back as we make our way, ready to get to work and set everything up.

“I hate to break it to you, but there’s way more than just showing up. I’ve got to set up the props, make sure the lighting is right, have a panic attack, and pray I don’t bomb.” I love the confidence Jameson has in me, a facet I one day hope to achieve. Today is not that day. Maybe next time or the time after that. There’s a reason why I’m working with mini sessions today, twenty to thirty minutes for either children or a family. I was going to do an appointment system of sorts then thought better of it. The more the merrier, or if I had a slot not fill up, I wouldn’t be standing around looking like a total loser. I’d rather have my mom give them a ticket and a time frame in which we’ll be with them; that way, they can come back. It’s easier on everyone, especially the children.

“Babe, trust me. All you have to do is show up,” he repeats as we round the corner from where we parked on a side street. He’s carrying my bag with my most-prized possession on his back. It was hard to give it up when we packed up to leave this morning. My eyes were locked on it the entire time. I’m ridiculous, I know, especially seeing as how Jameson trusts me with Josephine.

“I don’t think you have any idea,” I mumble under my breath, getting hot under my collar and thinking about all the work there is to do. Mom, Dad, and Shaun agreed to get the booth over to the area I was able to secure, and I’d meet them here to get started on setting the rest up.

“You’ve got plenty of time.” Okay, this man is getting on my nerves. I take a few deep breaths. The overwhelmingness of everything is making me grumpy, and if I’m not careful, I’ll take it out on Jameson, and how unfair would that be?

“Alright, I’d have more time if someone didn’t need two meals for breakfast.” His second meal was not of me, sadly, and Jameson didn’t even get off. I’m adding that to my list of annoyances.

“Kody, you weren’t complaining when you were coming on my fingers and your cum was wetting the sheets. Now, do you need me to calm your ass down again, or are you going to simmer your shit so you can see the surprise we’ve all put together?” Jameson halts us in our tracks, his hand on my lower back guiding me until I’m standing in front of him. His eyes hold a fire in them. I know that look. I’m well acquainted with it. Jameson will pull out all the stops in order to get his way.

“Did you say surprise? Jameson Evans, what did you do?” I hit him with two questions at the same time.

“You’re about to see if you’d stop your yapping and get a move on, woman.” I roll my eyes. He laughs for a moment and then drops a kiss on my forehead.

“Fine. Move your handsome butt, Jameson. I’m a sucker for a surprise.” My switch has officially been flipped, and I’m in a much better mood for it. Am I worried? Absolutely. But a surprise, that’s right up my alley, even if it’s only a coffee. It’s the thoughtfulness behind the surprise which makes me the happiest. And let’s face it, Richie would have never. It was my parents and brother who always did the most for me. A flower delivery or random gift from my family really made me realize Richie wasn’t in the marriage anymore, especially when he started forgetting my birthday, our anniversary, or even a normal day. He’d be too busy, and that’s okay because at the end of the day, I fell out of love with him as well.

“Then come on. The faster you get there, the faster I can go to The Java Hut and grab your iced coffee. It’s been a few days, right?” He is acting like a funny guy. It’s been longer than three days. I’m not going to tell him the craving was hitting me last night when we were near the store, and I was tempted to drag him inside to get my caffeine fix. Jameson laces our fingers together. He’s moving faster with his longer gait, and I’m having to double-step to keep up with him. I guess he’s excited to get this show on the road. Freaking finally.

“You know it has. I’m going to need them to start a delivery service at least twice a week.” The Java Hut shouldn’t do that, not at all. I’d be their number one customer. Any money I make would go to them, and I’d have zero profit.

“Babe, you need to get your fix before coming to my house, come a bit later. You need me to pick it up on the way home to you and Josephine, you’ve got my number, Kody. Use it.” Okay, I take it back. This man is not annoying. He’s really freaking sweet.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for. You’ll be late every single day.” I stop short. My eyes have to be deceiving me. No fucking way. “How?” There in front of us is my photo booth. Two massive oak wood doors with glass panels, standing nearly ten feet tall. A huge find that was in my dad’s never-ending storage facility of a barn. All they needed was a lot of cleaning and a brace to support them, which was no easy task considering we’re working with the outdoors here. Then there was the floral arrangement Mom made in the antique brass containers, what seems like hundreds of plastic pumpkins we painted to make look cohesive, and she had it perfected. Well, not quite. We were still hung up on how people were going to pose or sit, but it looks like the gang figured that out.

“Babe, I work with your brother. It was easy to get the ball rolling. He needed a machine. I’ve got it. They needed the manpower. Got that, too. I told you I’d do anything to see you be as successful as possible. Now, are you ready to get things to your liking?” All I can do is nod. Words are hard, my eyes are filling up with water, and this man, my family, his family, they all do so freaking much that words will never be enough, not ever. “Kody, babe, you okay?” he asks. I suck back the tears and get myself under control.

“I will with you by my side. I know this took a lot, and I’ll never be able to repay you, Jameson.” I can’t help myself. My arms band around his waist, and I plant my forehead on his chest. I feel him inhale and then exhale.

“Kody, you do more than you could ever know. This isn’t a tit-for-tat situation. We help one another out when we can. Now, I hate like hell we gotta quit having a moment, but our families are about to attack, and that includes JoJo. My daughter isn’t happy when she’s not getting your attention.” Jameson isn’t wrong. She loves nothing more than to be right in the middle, and I’m her friend, not Jameson’s anything.

“Thank you.” I lift my head. The cat’s out of the bag. Everyone and their brother knows we’re together now. Jameson wasn’t hiding it from anyone, not even Josephine. The two of them talked. He told her I’d never take the place of her mother, and he’s right. I don’t want that either. Emma gave her so much, and she’d keep giving her everything she could if her life didn’t end so tragically.

“Welcome. Now give your man a kiss and get your ass to work. I wanna see my woman shine.” Crazy man. He barely gets the word out, and his mouth is on mine, sliding his tongue inside and teasing me relentlessly until I’m panting.

“Woohoo! Get it, boy!” We pull away from one another. Matthew and Shaun are standing together, arms on each other’s shoulders and making catcalls. They’re a bunch of teenage boys, I swear.

29

JAMESON

There’s something about watching your woman do what she loves. Her happiness is so infectious that you’re smiling and laughing while being the gopher bitch.

Iced coffee, check.

A charged battery for her camera, check.

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