Page 112 of The Champion
He stopped when I took his hand and rested it on my bareknee.
“Now let’s go see about a tree I saw out there.” I winkedat him just to getmypoint across.
“A tree? Why in the world would you want to see a tree?”Spencer asked and then caught on. “Oh, right.”
Alley quirked an eyebrow at her husband. “Sometimes Iwonder how you get through the day.”
“That’s rude.” Spencer actually looked offended. “I’mperfectly capable of getting through the day.”
“Yeah,” Alley rolled her eyes when Jameson and I stood.“sure.”
On the way into the woods, I asked him if he thought wewere getting too old for this sort of thing.
When he didn’t respond, I turned to see him leaningagainst a tree, his arms crossed over his chest.
I was drunk but despite this, I took a moment to lookover my husband. His hair was crazy, gray t-shirt soaked with the beer Ryderdumped on him earlier and his brown cargo shorts were weathered and worn frombeing his favorite pair for the last two years.
My eyes went lower to see that he wasn’t wearing anyshoes.
I laughed. “Where are your shoes?”
He shrugged and offered that smirk I loved so much.
Slowly, he pushed himself from the tree and came to standwithin inches of me. His eyes traveled south again and landed on my shorts ashe fumbled for a moment with the button. He was trying to remain sexy aboutthis but he was so drunk that every time he tried to keep a sexy mysteriouslook to him he’d smile and we’d both start laughing.
Holding back his laughter, he began to drag my pantiesslowly down my legs.
Pinned against the tree by his hips, I was determined tomake this last longer than I knew it would. Pushing back against him, my handsfound his shorts. My fingers got the button undone when I felt his stare again.He watched each movement as I slowly let the camshaft out.
He smiled. I smiled.
“He’s missed you.” He breathed bringing my lips back tohis.
Kissing Jameson was like ice cream for me on a hot summerday, hell, any day. I couldn’t get enough of him or ice cream.
Jameson seemed frustrated he couldn’t get my shirt offfast enough so I once again pushed him back to assist with the pit stop.
Helping him out, I pulled my shirt over my head instantlyregretting the cool night air as it provided quite the reaction to the funbags.It had been a while since they’d been out to play after having kids. So manytimes I had to keep my bra on just because it wasn’t worth the effort of havingto constantly tell Jameson to stop trying to get his mouth around them.
I looked up at Jameson watching as his eyes. He onlystared, his laughter suppressed, with silent words and it only made me want toscream. I wanted to know what he was thinking and to hear him say dirty enginewords to me but no, he just stared with that smirk and warm eyes that spoke forhim.
All laughter aside, he wanted me.
He reached out tentatively and touched the side of myface holding my jaw in the palm of his hand. Moving closer, his lips restedbehind my ear and he whispered.
“Are you gonna fuck me or just stand there and stare?”
I attacked him like a cougar and he couldn’t stoplaughing at me. We ended up somewhere against a tree and then the ground andthen back to the tree. We were both laughing, clinging to each other and makingthe best of our time alone even though our friends and family were makinganimal sounds not more than thirty feet away.
My legs wrapped around his waist using his shoulders asleverage. He moved me the way he wanted.
While I enjoyed this, the only problem was that, as withDayton Peak and the pit lizard days, my ass was scrapping against the grain ofthe bark and giving me splinters. I wasn’t sure if my cries of pleasure werefrom the bark itching, all my bug bites or from Jameson. Either way, it waskind of nice.
“Fuck honey,” Jameson growled and pushed me against thetree harder.
His movements sped as did his hips and we were lost in aworld of itching bug bites, sweaty bodies, breathy words, hurried touches andlaughs.
Any time I was with Jameson, it was a flurry of emotionsboth emotional and physical swirling inside me. He had the power to stir up andturn wild those very same feelings whenever he felt like it. I hated that hecould do that to me but I took pride that I could do that same to him ifneeded.
