She is Mine

I excuse myself as soon as I can after dinner. I need to go home and prepare myself. Cal can’t know what we’re about to do. But tonight, I’m going to climb through her window into her bedroom. I’m going to strip her down and fuck her so hard that she’ll never forget the way tonight goes down.

And then, she’ll finally be mine.

Chapter Three

Liberty

“Did Jameson seem in a hurry to leave to you?”

I freeze at the question on Cal’s lips, refusing to look at him. I’m standing by the sink, doing the dishes as quickly as I can. I don’t know how tonight will play out, but I know I’m going to be seeing more of Jameson, and I don’t want to wait.

“Not really,” I lie. Cal crosses his arms.

“I feel like I’m missing something.”

My heart hammers against my chest. It only confirms that what Jameson and I are doing is wrong. We shouldn’t be keeping Cal in the dark. But every time I met Jameson’s eyes over the dinner table, I felt my heart leap. Every time he asked me a question or smiled at something I said, I felt my stomach doing backflips. I could tell Cal this, but he’d never understand. In fact, he’d refuse to understand. No. This has to be our secret, as much as it pains me.

“I’m sure he’s just tired from moving. You’ll be seeing him all the time now.”

“You’re right,” Cal says with a sigh. “Alright. I’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.”

I feel relief washing over me as he leaves. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I know I told myself I’d never indulge in my fantasy for Jameson, but that was before I knew that he was interested too. How am I supposed to turn him down when he’s already changed my life forever?

I walk up to my bedroom and find him waiting in his own room, his window open. I’m trembling with anticipation as he stares me down. I know what I need to do. I just need to find the courage.

I begin to strip for him. I slowly unbutton my shirt, revealing to him my breasts. I can almost hear his low growl even from next door, his eyes aflame with lust. He seems to be enjoying the show, at least. As my shirt falls away from my body, I let his eyes roam for a moment before I shrug off my jeans. I’m shaking a little as I stand in my underwear, feeling like a doll on show in a shop window. I watch as Jameson begins to remove his dress shirt, not even looking away from me as he does. We are both transfixed by one another.

We watch each other for a quiet moment, waiting for someone to make the next move. It feels like it’s my turn. I reach around my back to unhook my bra. As my breasts fall free, I see a surge in his gaze. It’s like I’ve awoken something inside him. All of a sudden, he’s leaning out of the window, grabbing at my windowsill. He launches himself out easily and I gasp as he pulls himself up through my open window as though it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I’m about to tell him how impressed I am, but he storms straight toward me, grabbing my hips and pulling me against his body.

Then he kisses me.

His mouth is hot and insistent on mine. His hands roam from my hips and up my bare back as he kisses me, his tongue delving into my mouth. One of his hands finds my breast, massaging it insistently and I moan in surprise against his lips. This is all happening so fast, and yet I can’t bring myself to mind when this is one of the best moments of my life.

And I know it’s about to get even better. His lips break away from mine, yanking his undershirt off to kiss the sensitive skin of my neck. My breathing is labored and loud. I should really try and be quiet, knowing Cal is only down the hall, but it almost seems impossible. Jameson knows exactly how to get a reaction out of me.

“I need you,” he growls in my ear, his teeth nipping at my ear lobe. “I need to be inside you so badly.”

“Take me,” I breathe. I feel his hand venturing between my legs and he yanks my panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Then, his fingers touch me for the first time.

I gasp in pleasure, leaning into his bare torso as he begins to touch me. He kisses me again and I moan, flitting between the bliss of the kiss and the agonizing desire he’s making me feel between my legs. I’m so desperate for him that I ache. His fingers tease their way over my wet folds, nudging my clit and making me gasp far too loudly. He swallows the sound with another kiss that makes me weak in the knees.