Page 28 of Jameson and Shorty
Arm in arm, they climbed the stairs to the bedroom. “You know I want to marry you, right?”
“Are you proposing?”
“No, just preparing you.”
She giggled, sounding young and happy. “Okay.”
“I love you, Shorty.”
“I love you, Jameson.”
“Ah, see, now it’s all good. I drank some Jameson tonight, and I know what my real name sounds like from your mouth.”
“Win-win.”
Ryder scooped her up, walking over the threshold of their room and putting her on the bed. “I’m so lucky to have found you.”
“I’m so lucky you love me.” Reaching for him, she pulled him down for a kiss.
“So, we’re the lucky ones.”
“It seems as though everyone who’s ever worked at Carter’s Bar are the lucky ones.”
He grinned. “It’s almost a cult.”
Accustomed to undressing her, he tugged at her clothes until she was naked and waiting for him. Once he was undressed, he found he enjoyed making her squirm. With a kiss to each piece of her artwork, he licked his way to her pussy. She gasped when he circled her clit with his tongue, sending her a silent thanks for being patient enough to show him what she enjoyed. He wanted to please her for the rest of their lives, and he needed to practice.
“Ryder.”
Her moan was throaty, sending waves of pleasure down his back. He needed to bury himself inside her, a feeling he couldn't get enough of, but not yet. Swirling and licking, he found new places to touch to send her careening over the edge. Adding fingers and stroking her body made her come again, and only then did he rise up and slide inside.
“Oh, fuck.” He didn't think he’d last long, which was one of the reasons he needed to see her satisfied first. A few thrusts later, and he felt the tightening in his balls. Morgan urged him on by digging her feet into his back, and he finally let go. Everything he had spilled into her, and he hoped she knew it was more than just sex for him.
Morgan looked up into his eyes as though he was the only man in the world. For her, he would be. He’d do his best to always be exactly what she needed, for the rest of his life.
After all, he had enough couples to look up to if he was ever uncertain he was doing the right thing.
