Sidecar Crush

I gathered her in my arms, her soft body curled against mine, her head resting on my chest. Kissed her forehead and stroked her shoulder with my thumb. We lay there for a while, silent. I wasn’t sure how she felt, but I was too overcome to speak. She’d cracked me wide open, and I didn’t think I’d ever recover.

Didn’t think I wanted to.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, breaking the silence.

I looked down at her and tipped her chin up. Met her eyes. “I’m so much more than okay. You?”

Her lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, me too.”

It hit me then. I was falling in love with this girl. I’d always loved her in a way. But this was bigger than a little boy who loved his friend. Bigger than a man who had a crush on a girl from afar. This was so huge, it filled my chest. I wasn’t sure my body could contain it all—all these feelings I was having. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself.

So I held her. Closed my eyes and felt the warmth of her body against mine. Drifted in the sweetness of release. Smelled her hair and kissed her forehead.

I didn’t worry about what would happen down the road. We’d figure that out when it came. For now, Leah Mae was mine, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to let her go. A scary thought, that. But I held it and let it take root, because I knew it was real. It was true. And I wasn’t a man to shy away from the truth, even if it scared me.

22

LEAH MAE

I woke up in the morning wrapped in Jameson’s arms. The bed smelled like him. Like us. His body was warm behind me, his chest moving gently against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed it all in.

Jameson, here with me. Our bodies close. His arm draped around my waist. His scent all over me.

Light peeked in through the curtain. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but I didn’t care. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Last night had been… it had been everything. Soft and sweet. Hard and rough. Jameson had somehow known every inch of my body. How to touch me, caress me, kiss me. When to hold back and when to unleash. It had been intense and dizzying.

The ache between my legs was satisfying and pleasant. I nestled in closer to Jameson, feeling his arm tighten around me. The sex had been fantastic—no one had ever fucked me the way he had. But it was more than that. I felt so close to him. Like something deeper had passed between us last night.

He shifted behind me and I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder. My eyes fluttered closed as he planted soft kisses along my skin. Nibbled my shoulder with his teeth.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and rough.

“Morning.” I arched my back a little and pressed my ass against his erection.

He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest. “God, Leah Mae, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Grabbing my hip, he pressed his cock against me and sucked on the skin at the base of my neck. I arched into him, my body coming alive.

“If it’s even half of what you do to me, I’m in trouble,” I said.

“I reckon we both are.”

I shifted so I was on my back, and Jameson propped himself up, partially over me. Our mouths came together in a wet, lazy kiss. Hands caressed warm skin beneath the sheets. His kisses were leisurely. Decadent. No hurry. Just our lips and tongues making soft love as we both came awake.

Morning sex was great, but it was even better after taking care of basic necessities. We kissed for a long while, then both got up to use the bathroom. After I came out, I got back in bed and waited, wondering if I should get dressed. Going back to bed with Jameson sounded a lot better, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted.

The shower turned on and my heart sank. Was he going to shower and go?

He poked his head through the door and his shy smile made me melt all over again. “I reckon we should wash all that lake water off. Want to join me?”

“I’d love to.”

I got up and went into the bathroom. The shower wasn’t large, but that didn’t matter. We got in and stood close together under the hot spray. He wrapped his arms around me, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him against me.

He turned me around and washed my hair. It was tangled after our day at the lake, but he gently ran his fingers through my tresses and massaged my scalp. His touch was arousing and relaxing all at once.