“I love you,” he whispered into my mouth, kissing me again. Deep, wet kisses, like he wanted to devour me.
I held him and kissed him back, moving with his slow thrusts. “I love you, too.”
Like a dance timed perfectly to music, our bodies moved in sync. My nipples dragged across his skin as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy. He kissed down my neck and licked the hollow at the base of my throat. Grazed my skin with his teeth. I held on tight, rolled my hips, and drew him in as deep as he could go.
He moved faster—harder—and I could tell he was close. His cock pulsed inside me, and I whimpered with the need to come again. Sensation pooled between my legs, like every nerve ending led there. Then he shifted, a subtle movement of his hips, and took me to a whole new level of ecstasy. My eyes rolled back, the pressure so intense I could scarcely breathe.
“Fuck, Leah Mae,” he said, low in my ear. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Come in me. Oh god, Jameson, come in me now.”
His body stiffened, his cock pulsed, and the first waves of his orgasm sent me over the edge.
My climax swept through me, sparks and tingles and hot swells of lust. I closed my eyes, held Jameson tight, and let it overtake me. Reveled in the release—in the feel of him emptying himself into me. In the heat of his skin, his body joined with mine.
When the last tremors faded, we lay together, arms and legs tangled. We were hot, sweaty, and exhausted. And utterly satisfied.
30
JAMESON
T his was, hands down, the strangest thing I’d ever done in my life. I was dressed in an expensive suit, about to walk my girl through a jungle of reporters at a studio party in L.A. It was a far cry from anything this kid from West Virginia had ever experienced before.
Leah Mae looked stunning. Her long gold dress shimmered when she moved, and her heels made her almost as tall as me. Bright red lips begged me to kiss them and with her hair up, the smooth skin of her neck taunted me. I wanted to lick her all over.
I hoped I was a good counterpart. My suit was nice—fit well. She’d told me a dozen or more times how good I looked. It wasn’t the most comfortable getup, but I appreciated it for what it was. Felt like I fit in—on the outside, at least.
As soon as we arrived at the hotel, a man in a slick suit appeared out of nowhere and snatched Leah Mae from her perch on my arm, pulling her aside. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I was ready to beat this guy’s ass. I was back at her side in an instant, but she didn’t seem upset. In fact, she was leaning in close so she could listen.
“Okay, sugar, here’s what you’re doing tonight,” he said. “Be sweet as apple pie. Lean on those country roots a little bit. We want you likable, but not too friendly. Don’t answer direct questions about Brock. Keep them guessing. Imply whatever you want with your nonverbal cues, but don’t deny or admit to anything.”
She nodded.
“We have Brock and Maisie arriving shortly,” he continued. “They’re putting up a united front. Smile at Brock, but feel free to glare at Maisie when he’s not looking.”
Leah Mae just nodded again. I glanced at her. Was this for real?
The guy seemed to notice me for the first time. “As for you, just… don’t talk. Be the strong silent type.”
“Pardon me?” I asked.
He cringed. “Yeah, no talking.”
“Just who in the hell are you?”
“This is Rich Baumgartner,” Leah Mae said. “He’s one of the producers.”
“You’ve done beautifully, sugar,” Rich said. “We couldn’t have asked for anything better. Perfection, babe. Keep it up.”
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared back into the crowd.
“Was that guy serious?” I asked.
“That’s just how he is,” Leah Mae said. “He doesn’t mean anything.”
“He told me to keep my mouth shut.”
“Don’t let him get to you.” She tucked her hand in the crook of my arm and squeezed. “Besides, you don’t want to talk to the press anyway.”
Before I could reply, she nudged us toward the waiting sea of reporters. From the corner of my eye, I could see her smile. It looked as fake as Misty Lynn Prosser’s boobs. Made my back tense, and I reached up to stretch my shirt collar a bit. I’d known I’d feel like a fish out of water, but it wasn’t just the unfamiliarity making me uncomfortable. This whole place reeked of insincerity, and I didn’t like seeing Leah Mae playing into it so easily.