Page 22 of His for the Taking

My fantasies were nothing compared to the beauty in my bed, falling hard and fast also wasn’t in the cards but with a woman like Kody it was only a matter of time.

The last thing I wanted to do this morning was untangle my body from Kody’s. She groaned and grumbled, attempted to roll over and fall back asleep until I smacked her ass. Then the lightbulb clicked, and I got a beautiful sight of her wrestling with the sheets. Her naked body, hair flinging around wildly as she looked at the clock. I put her out of her misery, helped her out of the sheets, then we headed to the shower. We helped one another wash, then I was taking her again, this time from behind. Her hands were on the tile wall, body pushing back with every forward thrust of my hips. After that, I had to double-time it out the door in order to get to work.

Kody waited for Josephine to wake up. Once she was awake, they got ready and headed to my mom’s. And from what I heard, JoJo was unimpressed that Kody was leaving her. Mom sent me a text of my little girl standing at the screen door, hand on the glass, watching Kody until she was gone. Even then she stayed rooted to the spot asking for her Kody. Yeah, that got me right in the fucking feels. It seems Kody Goodwin has a permanent place in both of our hearts. I can’t say I’ve ever taken a day off work to help someone out who isn’t family either. Yet I called my crew off a job to head over to the Goodwins’ and work on the prop Kody had envisioned with her dad, brother, and mother. We were welcomed with open arms, especially since we needed the machine to lift the damn thing onto the trailer and will need it again tomorrow to off-load then re-load to bring it back.

“Kody, you ready to eat?” I ask her. I’ve got my arm wrapped around her shoulder, giving her my body heat. The sun has long since set, and she gets cold all too easily even with the light sweater she’s wearing.

“Yeah, where do you want to go?” she responds to my question with one of her own. She’s been in her head since we’ve been walking down the street in our small downtown area. I figure she’s thinking about every single thing for tomorrow. I get it. I’m like that when we’re about to start a new job. The mental checklists are never ending, the feeling of forgetting something important is right on the tip of your tongue, and you don’t figure out the missing piece until you’re on the project. Usually, it’s a tool, the plans, or a simple thing like making sure the fuel tank was refueled at the job site. Yep, the one fundamental item you need to work on. I’ve done it more times than I care to admit.

“It’s up to you. Tonight is your night. We’re celebrating you, babe.” She stops in her tracks, her body turning toward mine, and I rest my other hand on her trim waist. Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. She knew we were going out tonight. I sent her a text earlier in the day letting her know Josephine was spending the night at my mom's, she’d be at my house tonight, and we’d drive into town together tomorrow morning in order to get her photobooth set up. However, I’ll scoot away, grab her favorite coffee she hasn’t had in a few days, and attempt to make her see reason to eat breakfast. The woman loathes eating first thing in the morning. She much prefers waiting until she’s wired on caffeine and her stomach is eating a hole in its lining.

“What? Why are we celebrating me?” She’s confused, not sure why we wouldn’t have a date night out for her. As much as I’d like to hole us away in the house, she deserves to be wined, dined, and sixty-nined. Though, we did that last night. I’ll be switching shit up tonight. I haven’t had her in nearly as many ways as I’ve wanted yet.

“What do you mean, why? Kody, you’ve got a shoot that the whole damn town is salivating to be at. Your social media has been in a frenzy with all the moms, grandmas, and single dads.” I wink at that last one because we all know I’m the only fucking man who matters. “We’re celebrating your success, babe. Tonight is all about you.” I dip my knees in order to be at eye level. Kody’s eyes close in a powerful way. She’s reflecting, gathering her thoughts, and I wait. Hell, I’d stand like this forever. Kody needs to understand I’m in her corner always. Even when I’m being a dicksickle, Shaun is a wealth of information. Apparently, before I got my act together, he’d heard Kody and her friend Kari talking about me and the way I treated her.

“I’ve never had this before, and it’s not like the event is over. It could be a total failure.” She opens her eyes, but she’s focused on her feet. The sole of her shoe is being dragged by the tip of her toe. My woman is nervous, she’s second-guessing herself, and with that comes self-doubt. No fucking way am I going to let that happen. I don’t care if I’ve gotta scout the whole damn town, give them money to come to her mini-shoot. I’ll do what has to be done. That being said, I’ve got not one single fucking doubt that she’s going to be slammed well past the time the event is over.

“Babe, this is the first of many. You’re gonna have to get used to it. I don’t care if you have one shoot a month; we’re gonna celebrate.” I tip her chin up with my fingers, not wanting to tell her this to the crown of her head. “We’re a team. I’ve got your back, and you’ve got mine. This may be hard for you to understand right now, but I’m gonna make sure you know how valued you are each and every fuckin’ day.”

“Jameson, never in my life would I have thought the man who shot daggers my way would give himself so freely. I shouldn’t have tried to make you work your way back into my good graces, not like it happened anyway. You, Mr. Evans, can weasel your way into someone’s heart very easily.” I cut her off.

“Not someone’s.Yours,Kody, only yours.” My head dips. I need her mouth, to shut her up. I’ll be Goddamned if either of us says those three words we mean to one another in the town square, where I can’t take things further. My lips land on hers, hand sliding beneath her hair, this time in soft waves cascading down her back. Fuck, what this woman does to me. Our kiss starts out soft, then I take it deeper. Her taste is what I need, her body is what feeds my craving, and her voice is the balm to my soul when there’s a storm swirling inside my head. I could go on and fucking on about all the things Kody does for me. I show her instead of telling her. Tonight isn’t the time, and it’s not the place. The soft hum in the back of her throat does nothing to stop me from having a full make-out session here in the busy streets on a Friday night. If Lane County didn’t know she was my woman before, they sure as fuck do now.

“You are the absolute best, Jameson. Thank you.” We pull back from our kiss, and both of our breathing is choppy. Fuck dinner. I’m going to find the nearest alley and bend her over while I tunnel my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Maybe this time will be the one to get her pregnant. Then she’ll be tied to me forever.

“Nah, babe. It’s all you. No thanks needed. Now, the choice is yours. Sit down at a restaurant and have dinner or pick something up to go and head home?”

“Home. We have the night to ourselves, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else. We’ve gotten more than enough looks while walking around.” She picked up on the looks; I figured it’d happen.

“Thank fuck. And, Kody, it’s not every day the town of Lane County sees me walking with someone who isn’t Josephine. It’s twice they’ve seen us together, not to mention the day at the park. People talk, they look, but none of them matter. It’s you, me, and Josephine, yeah?”

“I like that, a lot.” Her hand goes to my chest, right on top of my heart. I place mine on hers a beat. Then I thread our fingers together, press a kiss to her knuckles, and get us the hell out of here.

27

KODY

“Ihave to get up Jameson. We’re going to be late.” His head is currently buried between my spread thighs, the back of them hanging over his shoulders. He’s not letting up, and it’s partially my fault. I tried getting out of bed earlier this morning. I no sooner slightly lifted the sheet to move when his arm banded around my waist. Jameson hovering above me, bed head, and slightly awake, was a sinful sight.

“Not until you come on my tongue.” He lifts his head, lips, chin, and cheeks coated with my wetness. Jameson Evans is a fucking workhorse in the bedroom. Case in point last night, we picked up dinner—pizza, salad, and dessert—which we ate on the couch, that turned into sex on the coffee table, then we moved to the shower. I was on my knees, his hand holding my hair in a ponytail. Apparently, it was one of his fantasies, and he replayed it verbatim until he was close to coming then stopped because he was hell bent on his come only going inside my pussy. The man is obsessed with knocking me up, and I can’t say that I’m upset with the notion. He dried us off quickly, his cock hard as steel, standing up against his stomach. My pussy was throbbing with the need to get off. Only he had other plans, which consisted of eating our dessert off my body and him feeding it to me slowly. Neither of us lasted long before I was flat on my back in the same position I’m in now, only his cock was sliding inside of my pussy instead of his tongue. A change of sheets, another shower, and we were finally going to sleep. Except for me, it was more of a cat nap. My brain wouldn’t shut down, and I stayed as still as possible until the first peeks of light filtered through the window. Jameson needed the sleep, and I wasn’t about to stay in bed, tossing and turning, keeping him from getting a couple of more hours.

“Jameson, Jesus. I can’t be late to my own event.” The scruff of his cheeks presses against the inside of my thighs, ensuring I’ll have beard burn there to match the ones on my breasts from last night.

“You’ve got an hour before you even need to think about getting ready. Clearly, I’m not doing a good enough job of eating my woman for breakfast if she’s worried about work.” I let out a small laugh. Jameson chooses that moment to wrap his lips around my clit, pushing two fingers inside my center, and his thumb, well, he’s pressing on my back entrance, making me wiggle, unused to anyone playing with what people call a forbidden area. The joke’s on them. With Jameson, it does nothing but make the experience ten times better.

“Jameson.” My hands leave the sheets they were fisting, one going to his hair when he rasps his teeth along my clit. I arch my body, begging for more. He has a trifecta going on—clit, pussy, and ass. The only thing missing is his hands on my breasts, which is where my other hand is heading now. He’s not rushing this; he’s taking his time and building me up as slowly as possible. Too bad I’ve got another plan, one that includes getting him off. My hand not currently tangled in his hair moves to my breast, cupping it, my thumb and pointer finger pinching and pulling on the distended tip.

“Fuck, yes. Look at you, Kody. You’re fucking wild for me.” He pulls his mouth away, never stopping the onslaught of his fingers the entire time. Our eyes meet as he gets back to working me up to another orgasm I absolutely know will rock my world. I only hope I’m not a crying mess afterward. No amount of makeup can hide the splotchiness or red eyes, and trying to explain to your family that your man fucked you so raw it sent you in a tailspin would not be easy. Jameson keeps his watchful gaze locked on mine, his blue eyes searing my own. I’m a shivering mess. Another set of sheets will have to be changed after this, especially given how wet I am.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My head tips back, thighs locking around his ears, hips twisting, wanting to get away yet stay perfectly still. It’s a conundrum with how amazing Jameson can make me feel, yet my body is saying to move to make it last longer. It’s an intensity like no other. I’m rushing toward the best feeling in the world. Jameson’s sucking on my clit, moving his fingers in and out of my wet center, and when my orgasm starts, he takes the opportunity and pushes the tip of his thumb inside my ass. My head rocks back on the pillow, vision blurring, and lights burst beneath my closed lids.

I don’t move. I stay completely still, the energy completely zapped from my body. I cover my eyes with my arm, blocking the light slowly creeping along the horizon. Neither of us remembered to close the blinds last night, and now I’m paying the price. Jameson doesn’t seem to mind. The man is currently placing a kiss on either side of my thighs, wetness from his cheeks left in his wake. The sensation does nothing to calm the euphoria within me.

“Babe, you good?” he asks. I move my arm, wanting to see the visual beauty of him when I feel him climbing up my body.

“Yeah. I mean I think so.” I’m awarded with a smirk. He’s the proud peacock shaking his tail feathers. I’d never say that aloud. He’d laugh and show me exactly how proud he is and how fast he can make me come. Cock, mouth, fingers. And I wouldn’t put it past him to bring my toys out to play.

“You stay here just like this. I’m going to make some coffee. I want this view when I come back.” He runs the underside of his thick and heavy cock along my wet slit. If I weren’t completely spent, I’d hitch my legs over his waist, attempt to lock him in place, and move my body back and forth until he’s coming all over my wet pussy.

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