Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Chapter 16
Jameson
Iclose the door behind us as we step inside, and although I can’t speak for Iris, a cozy sense of belonging comes over me. Now more than ever, I’m feeling the need to keep everything outside of this house that could hurt her away from her. I don’t want to see her sad, angry, or upset. I just want to make her feel safe and happy.
“I still can’t believe you own this place,” Iris says, looking around her. “When you left me, I thought I’d never see you again. And then you came back, and you’re like this guy out of a dream or a movie or something.”
“A movie huh?” I smile. “Who would play me in this movie?”
“That’s a good question,” Iris replies. “But you’d have to play yourself, I think. I can’t picture anybody else being you.”
“Wow, is that a pickup line?” I ask, swinging in and lifting her off her feet. “That’s something I should have used on you.”
Iris giggles as I spin her playfully. It feels so good to have her here and back in my arms. I didn’t fully realize until this moment just how worried I was about us when she left last night.
“You don’t need to use a line on me,” Iris replies, her eyes flashing brightly as I hold her. I stare into them, and I swear I can see my future unfolding there before me. It’s hypnotizing. “And I’m really sorry for everything that just went on back there. For what my mom put you through–”
“You don’t need to apologize.” I shake my head. “Both of our parents have put us through things we couldn’t control. But look where we are now: in each other’s arms.”
She smiles when she hears that. My treasure. Watching her react just causes my heart to swell with joy.
“I like being in your arms,” she whispers.
“Where else would you like to be?” I reply as I slip my hand up her shirt. To my surprise, she pushes it down and springs away from me, shaking her head.
“I haven’t showered,” she says, her face going red. “These are the same clothes I wore when I went to Jaguars–”
“Well you know what? I have a great idea then.”
I slip out of my shirt and toss it aside, then take the hem of Iris’s sweatshirt and pull up. She laughs. “What are you doing?” But at the same time, she raises her arms and lets me strip it off her, exposing her soft, smooth, perky breasts.
“Why don’t we just shower together?” I ask, taking her hand and leading her upstairs. “I skipped mine this morning and got right to work. I could use one too.”
I’m lying of course. Taking a shower is always the first thing I do in the morning, but I’m just playing around so I can get naked and wet with Iris. I’m sure she knows it too.
We reach the second floor, and I turn around and begin walking backwards as I undo my belt.
“Are you doing a striptease for me, Jameson?” Iris asks playfully. “Are you a male stripper? Did Eliza get you a job while I wasn’t paying attention?”
“Shh.” I grin, putting a finger to my lips. “She told me not to tell you.”
Iris actually puts a hand to her chest. Her jaw drops, and she stops walking. “You know what’s weird? I know you’re joking, but I actually just felt a little bit of jealousy right now.”
“Actually?” I laugh.
“Actually.” She nods.
I move right in on her and place my hands on her waist. “Well, then I guess you can understand why I pulled you out of Jaguars when I did.”
Her cheeks bloom with blush. She’s about to open her mouth and say something when I lean in and kiss her. It hasn’t been long since our last kiss, but I feel like a man who’s been dying of hunger and has just been given his first meal in days.
The sensation of her rushes through me. Her warmth, her softness, the feeling of her lips parting slightly to accept my tongue.
Iris jumps and wraps her legs around me as I walk down the hall, my arms wrapped around her naked torso, her breasts pressed against my chest. I carry her through my room and into the master bathroom as we kiss, growing harder and harder as every second ticks by.
I pull her into the shower and turn the hot water on.
It sprays all over us, and Iris cries out in surprise and delight.
“Jameson! We still have our clothes on!”
“Do we?” I tease, licking at her neck as I tug her pants down, taking her panties with them, exposing her cute little pussy beneath. “I hadn’t even noticed. I guess my attention was focused elsewhere.”
Her head tilts back as I kiss down her chest, and she steadies herself by wrapping her arms around my neck. A wonderous little moan escapes her lips as I reach down and free myself from my pants and kick them aside. My cock appreciates it the most as it springs forth, stiff as a spear.