Page 16 of Acceptance
Blinking, she scrunches her face up like he’s being ridiculous. “I hit on Joey at a party, and he had to let me down easy because I’m not his type. Then, one slightly drunken night, we tested to see whether he might have some interest in women. He’d never been with one before, and let’s just say, that experiment proved he really only likes men.”
He narrows his eyes. “Clearly, you didn’t sleep together, then. He’d be addicted if you had.”
“His little Joey didn’t even twitch. Both got fully naked, kissed, and tried a few things, but nothing happened. It was quite the blow to my ego that I didn’t even get a half-chub, but it is what it is.”
“Okay, maybe he’s not trying to get you into bed if seeing you naked didn’t do it for him. Because even the thought of you naked has my motor revving.”
Rolling her eyes, she steps forward and takes his leather in her hands. “I’m not going to stray. You’re more than enough man for me. Sometimes, you’re too much. And I’m not being secretive. You can go through my phone whenever you want.”
He wraps his arms around her protectively, and he pauses just a breath above her lips. “You know it’s because I love you so damn much, right?”
“I love you, too, but it would be nice to have just a little bit of trust. If I take a call in the other room when you’re watching TV, give me the benefit of the doubt. I’m going to tell you about my phone calls, especially because I want to introduce you to my friend. I want to show you off.”
“Like I said, you’re too damn sexy, and it’s not crazy for me to think someone might try to gain your attention.”
“You own all of my attention, Frances.”
He presses his lips to hers, and she opens her mouth to grant his tongue access. She is one of only two people who know his birth name is Frances. It was changed when he was in the military, but if Jamie was going to love him, she deserved to know who he really is.
“Forgive me?”
“I don’t know…”
A wicked smile appears on her face, and he drops to his knees. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“How about a kiss?”
“I was just kissing you.”
“I’m not talking about my mouth.”
She promised their first night together that she’d communicate with him, and she has been vocal about what she likes since then. More than that, she plays with him. It’s not allserious in the bedroom, and it tells him just how much she trusts him.
“Where would you like me to kiss you?” Undertaker asks, his voice husky.
Untying her sweatpants, Jamie lets them drop to her feet, and he’s rewarded with a bare pussy. No panty barrier. “You shaved?”
“Figured I’d try it.”
“And no panties,” he says as he runs his large hand up her leg until his thumb reaches her clit.
A shaky breath escapes her lips. “No panties.”
“You wanted to give me easy access?”
His thumb never relents, and her body dances as he builds her up. “I wanted to be ready. Whether your team won or lost the game, you were getting a prize.”
“My favorite prize,” he breathes against her skin before replacing his thumb with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” she pants, her fingers tangling in his hair and scratching his scalp.
Guiding her legs further apart, he slips two fingers inside her tight opening.
So fucking wet.
“Right there. Oh, yes. That feels… Oh God! I’m almost—”
Her legs tremble, and he pulls back, taking his fingers from her, too. He can’t help but smirk as she stamps her foot in a small tantrum while she pouts.
