Saving You (4 page)

Maddie cut him off with a kiss, a kiss so
deep and hungry that within moments Jamison was moaning into her
mouth, hooking his hands behind her knees, and spreading her thighs
even wider. He dropped to his knees and brought his face between
her legs, pressing kisses up one thigh and down the other, teasing
closer and closer to where she was dying for him to touch her.

Just as she was about to beg him to put her
out of her misery, he brought his lips to her center, kissing her
through her underwear before opening his mouth and dragging his
teeth across the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She cried
his name, grateful for the music pulsing from the boom box, hoping
it would be enough to cover the noises she was about to make.

Because she
would
be making noise, she
couldn’t seem to control herself when it came to Jamison’s hands,
his lips, his tongue…

God, his tongue…

He fisted his hand in her panties and pulled
them to one side, going to work in earnest, tracing every inch of
her swollen flesh before circling her with a firm pressure that
made her head spin. Within minutes, her brought her to the edge
with a skill that left her trembling, aching, threading her fingers
through his hair and clinging to him for dear life as she came with
a cry, squeezing her eyes shut, struggling to hold on as her nerves
threatened to overload with pleasure.

“
Shit,” she panted a moment
later, swallowing with effort. “That was…”

“
Only the beginning,”
Jamison said in a voice that was pure aural sex, making her
eardrums threaten to come right along with her more intimate
parts.

Maddie’s eyes opened to see Jamison standing
in front of her, peeling off his armor piece by piece, until
nothing remained by that loincloth. And then the loincloth was gone
and her husband-to-be was completely naked. Naked and so damned
beautiful he took her breath away. Every oiled muscle rippled and
his cock stood up to his navel, looking so plump and delicious she
couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him.

Her tongue slipped out to dampen her lips,
already anticipating the musky, salty, perfect taste of him on her
tongue, but before she could slip from her chair to her knees, he
pulled her into his arms.

“
None of that tonight,” he
said, kissing her with the words as he drew her across the room.
“Tonight is for you.”

“
But I like it when you
come in my mouth,” she said, moaning as Jamison’s hands found the
top of her tube top and tugged it down, baring her breasts. “I like
swallowing, while you make those sexy grunts you make.”

He cursed beneath his breath as his fingers
teased her nipples, building her need for him so fast it made her
head swim. “You’re a naughty woman, Maddie Whitehouse.”

“
I am,” Maddie said,
nipping at his bottom lip. “And I plan on being even naughtier when
I’m Maddie Hansen. Think you can handle it?”

Jamison cupped her face in his hands,
pulling back to look her in the eye, his expression so full of love
it made her soul spin dizzily inside her skin. “I can’t wait for
it. I can’t wait for you to be my wife. I love you so fucking
much.”

“
And I love you,” she said,
reaching one hand down to tease up and down his engorged length.
“So are you really going to take me up against the
wall?”

“
I am,” Jamison said, heat
in his tone as he turned her around, pressing her against the cool
plaster, making Maddie’s breath rush out and her body pulse. “I’m
going to fuck you until you come so hard your knees give
out.”

Maddie arched her hips, pressing against his
erection, shuddering as she felt how hard he was. “As long as you
catch me when I fall.”

“
Always,” he said, his warm
breath stirring her hair as he lifted her skirt and peeled her
panties down her legs.

And then his hands were digging into her
hips and the blunt head of him was butting against her opening,
sliding inside where she was so wet and ready, so eager for this
man, for all the wicked things he did to her and the amazing way he
made her feel—so loved and cherished and sexy, all at the same
time.

As they came together again and again, pace
increasing as the tension built between them and their soft sighs
and moans filled the air, Maddie braced her hands on the wall and
closed her eyes, determined to memorize every moment of her private
bachelorette party, the best bachelorette party ever.

At least as far as she was concerned.

There was no place in the world she’d rather
be than with Jamison, pushing the limits with him by her side,
proving they had both found their One, a partner who was all in for
the adventures that awaited.

Maddie tried to hold on, to draw out her
anticipation and these stolen moments with her husband-to-be, but
it wasn’t long before the pressure building inside of her became
too much. She came with a cry, arching her back, lights dancing
behind her closed eyes, waves of bliss rolling through her from
head to toe and all the places in between, her entire body
celebrating coming together with her wickedly perfect love.

***

Maddie’s dark curls cascaded down her back,
almost close enough to reach where they were joined, making
Jamison’s balls ache with the need to lose himself inside her, to
come with his cock buried to the hilt in the woman who drove him
crazy. Seconds later, he felt her slick channel begin to pulse
around him, heard those sexy moans she made when she came, and he
knew he was a goner.

She was too sexy, too abandoned, too
everything that made him hot, to have a chance of holding out any
longer.

He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling
her tight against him as he thrust forward one last time, coming
with a muffled groan. His cock jerked and pulsed, his orgasm so
intense he felt his knees go wobbly in the center and worried he
might be the one who needed help staying upright, not Maddie.

But if he fell, he knew Maddie would pick
him up off the floor. Maddie was always there for him, in a way
he’d never experienced before, even with his family. His dad had
been a single parent who worked too hard, and his big brother,
Jake, was his best friend, but he wasn’t always on Jamison’s
wavelength. Jake and Jamison were men who saw the world from
different perspectives, but who had found a way to love each other
and be family. But Maddie…

Maddie was Jamison’s tribe. She was his
match in every way, the only person who could read his emotions in
a kiss, read his mind with a look, and always knew how to make him
smile.

Keeping tonight a secret from her had been a
challenge, but as Maddie turned in his arms, kissing him breathless
before twining her arms around his neck and hugging him tight,
Jamison knew it had been worth it.

“
This was the best
bachelorette present ever,” she said, kissing his cheek, her breath
feathering across his skin. “Thank you so much, you sexy gladiator
beast.”

“
My pleasure.” He claimed
her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue and kissing her until
she pulled away with a sigh.

“
We should get back to the
party.” She leaned back against the wall, tugging her shirt up to
cover her breasts, making Jamison scowl.

“
Don’t get all frowny,” she
said with a laugh. “You can have more when we get home.”

“
I want more now.” Jamison
ran his hand up her soft thigh to cup her bare ass in his hand. “I
haven’t made you come on the floor yet, and I’m a man who likes to
keep his promises.”

“
And I’m a woman who
doesn’t want everyone and their mother to know she was getting it
on in the back room,” she said, swatting his hand away and stooping
to pull up her underwear. “You know some of the guys from the
station are supposed to be joining us around ten, right? And you
know they won’t hesitate to tease the crap out of us if we aren’t
out there when they arrive.”

Jamison exhaled, knowing he’d been defeated.
“I know. And you’re right. But you have to promise this is to be
continued.”

“
As long as you promise me
we get to keep that loincloth for our very own,” she said, winking
as she crossed to grab her purse off the ground. “I’m going to go
to the bathroom and freshen up.” She paused, frowning. “You do have
normal clothes with you, right?”

Jamison grinned as he stepped into his
loincloth. “Why? You don’t want your girlfriends to see me dressed
to impress?”

Maddie shook her head, a heated look in her
eyes as her gaze swept up and down his body. “No, I don’t.
Gladiator Jamison is all mine.”

“
Yes he is,” Jamison
confirmed, not surprised to find his cock stirring again. Maddie
did that to him—made him capable of feats of athletic erection-ism
only previously imagined before his wife-to-be laid claim to his
body. “And yes, I brought clothes. I’ll change and see you in a
few.”

“
Don’t be long,” Maddie
said, crossing to press a kiss to his lips, sending his heart
flipping pleasantly in his chest.

“
I won’t.” He smiled as she
backed away, the look on her face making it clear how happy he’d
made her.

“
I’m going to keep this up,
you know,” he said, stopping her as she reached for the
door.

“
What’s that?” she
asked.

“
Making you love me more
than you did before.”

She sighed, and a sweet smile curved her
lips. “I look forward to it. Hurry out, Sexy, I can’t wait to dance
with you.”

“
Be right there.” He
watched her slip into the hall, feeling like a piece of himself
left the room with her.

But that was okay, because he was going to
get that piece back in a few minutes when he pulled Maddie into his
arms to dance. As long as she was out there, somewhere, loving him,
Jamison knew his heart would always be in good hands.

He was a damned lucky man, and so happy
nothing could bring him down, not even record-breaking rains and
the knowledge that he’d be spending half of tomorrow fetching boats
from people around Summerville who had volunteered their crafts for
use by search and rescue teams.

It looked like flooding was imminent, but
the SFD and SPD would handle the emergency the same way they
handled all emergencies—with efficiency, professionalism, and
excellence.

And in the meantime, he would enjoy his last
night off.

Ten minutes later he was dressed and
spinning Maddie under his arm into the current of dancers tracking
their way around the floor, while Melody March crooned a love song,
never dreaming that, this time tomorrow, half of Main
Street—including the boards he was dancing on—would be under five
feet of water for the first time in Summerville history.

Chapter Four

Lucy spotted Brandon the second he walked in
the door. He was surrounded by a group of other firemen—who made a
significant difference in the testosterone level in the bar when
they barreled inside—but even if he hadn’t been, Lucy would have
been alerted to his presence immediately.

Brandon had an aura about him that drew her
focus like a magnet.

She didn’t know how she’d managed to
overlook his intense personal energy before, but in the thirty-six
hours since he walked out of Icing, Lucy had decided she might be
interested in that pizza date, after all.

Last night, Jamison had invited her over for
family dinner at the firehouse, the way he usually did when he was
on duty, saying there was no reason for Lucy to eat supper alone in
her apartment when they had more than enough food to share. But
instead of exchanging jokes with Jamison or chatting Ben up about
the last concert he’d attended in Atlanta, Lucy spent most of the
meal sneaking glances at Brandon, wondering why she hadn’t noticed
how intelligent his eyes were before—or how pretty.

Truth be told, he was gorgeous all the way
around. His shorn blond hair and craggy profile lent him a Nordic
Viking vibe that was unlike any guy she’d dated, but undeniably
attractive. He was considerate, too, and had welcomed her to dinner
last night with a smile and a, “Hi, Lucy, good to see you,” making
sure she knew there weren’t any hard feelings over her turning him
down.

And why did you turn him down? It’s not like
men are beating down your door.

Lucy sank lower in the booth, hiding behind
her fizzy pink drink. She knew why she’d turned Brandon down. Since
Isaiah, she’d turned everyone down.

Isaiah had been her first love—a poet and an
artist and the most sensitive, wonderful, beautiful boy she’d ever
met, with chocolaty brown eyes that melted her heart and hugs that
made her never want to leave his arms. From the day they met at a
summer blues festival freshman year of college, to the day he left
a note on her pillow telling her he had to go, they’d been
inseparable.

Until the morning he disappeared.

He’d found out he had cancer a few weeks
before, the same cancer that had killed his father within six
months of diagnosis. Isaiah knew first-hand what it was like to
watch someone he loved wither and fade and that’s why he’d broken
up with Lucy via love letter. He’d written that he wanted her to
remember him as he was in life, promised he would always love her,
and vanished into the ether.

Lucy had searched and searched for some sign
as to where he’d gone—she was too in love to stand back and let her
best friend die alone—but no matter how hard she tried, she
couldn’t find a hint of a trail. She asked Grammy Tutu to try her
hand at tracking him, but grammy said even psychics couldn’t find
someone who genuinely didn’t want to be found.