Page 82 of Jameson’s Salvation

“He ever complain before?” Holden asked.

“No. But he really is a nice guy.”

“Right. A nice guy, who’s being jacked around by Reggie. I’ll go easy,” Chasin assured.

“I’m headed home. Get the lead out, woman.” Nixon smiled at McKenna.

“You talk to me like that again, Nixon Swagger, and you’ll be the one getting my buckshot lead outta your ass.” A perfectly-shaped eyebrow lifted and Nix chuckled.

“Noted. How ‘bout I carry your computer and purse to the truck so we can get home before Mandy and Zack’s curfew?”

“Shit, I forgot they both went out. Dammit, Nix, why didn’t you remind me what time it was?”

“Yeah, it’s totally my fault I forgot I was the designated timekeeper.”

“Whatever,” McKenna huffed and gathered her stuff.

Holden and Chasin both announced they were leaving, too.

Jameson and Kennedy walked the foursome to the door and said their goodbyes.

“You have more to clean up or are you ready to go?” Jameson asked.

“I think I want to stay here.”

Jameson took a moment to study her features. She’d been relaxed all day, and had smiled and carried on through dinner. She’d shown no signs of hesitation or fear being back in her house, but that didn’t mean now that the house full of people had left and night had fallen she wouldn’t slip back into not wanting to be in her home.

“If at any time you change your mind we’ll go back to my place,” Jameson told her.

“Now you sound like my mom before my first sleepover. She promised to pick me if I got scared, she said she didn’t care what time it was.” Kennedy’s innocent statement sent of pang of hurt to Jameson’s chest. He’d never had a single sleepover. How much had he truly missed out on? “Thank you for everything. You’ve been really great helping me through this.”

Her appreciation worked its magic and hurt was filled with warmth. He was pleased he could help even though he felt like he should be doing more.

Jameson led Kennedy up the stairs and into her room. His hands shook with pent-up need when he helped her undress and get into bed. He slipped in next to her, donning a pair of running shorts. There was only so much a man could take and with Kennedy only in a tee and panties, Jameson’s limits were maxed out.

And she’d already proven to be devious when she wanted something. The thought of the first time they’d been together assaulted Jameson, doing nothing to help his dick stay soft. He’d never forget the way she’d lifted her hips and impaled herself on his dick. The wonderment in her eyes when he drove his cock deep. Fuck. There was nothing about Kennedy that wasn’t hot. Nothing he could think about that would deflate his now-throbbing hard-on.

“Why are we wasting this?” Kennedy’s knee brushed his hard dick. “Seems like such a shame.”

Jameson reached down and grabbed her thigh, hitching it up to his stomach. “Trust me, babe, it is a cryin’ shame,” he groaned. “But when you’re better, I promise to never waste another one.”

“But—”

“Please have mercy on me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We’ll go slow.”

“No, we won’t. You know all it will take is you begging me to go harder and I’ll fuck you silly. Please, Kennedy, let’s just go to sleep.”

“But—”

“It’ll go down on its own as soon as I stop thinking about you sitting on my face while I eat your pussy.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“I got one sweet lick before you fucked me on the couch. I’m looking forward to burying my face between your legs and watching you come in my mouth. I can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make and how good you feel under me. But the thought of eating you out while your hips buck against my face is so fucking hot, Kennedy, I think I can come from just the thought alone.”

“You should stop talking if you don’t want me to start begging,” she moaned and rubbed her pussy against his bare thigh.