Mixed Connection (Cypress Lake Reunion #1)

16. Chapter 16

16

J-babe

Is Jameson taking good care of you?

Always.

I’m faintly aware of Jameson and Anders talking with officers who arrived moments after they found me in my guest room. Their eyes linger on me a bit longer as they answer questions from tonight. I’ve already given the officers my statement and watched them arrest the guy that broke into my home. Any energy I had is long gone as I sit here on my couch, staring at the very uninteresting wall behind my television.

I’m too deep in the recesses of my mind to notice the officer making his way to me. His worn leather boots step in my line of sight, close enough for me to know he is here to talk to me but far enough away to give me the space I need after the events of tonight.

“Ma’am, we are getting ready to get out of your hair.” I peer up at him, noting that Jameson is standing nearby. “We don’t think he initially planned to break into your home. Not that it gives you much more relief. We believe he was attempting to get into your bar downstairs but wasn’t quite smart enough to realize someone lived up here. It doesn’t appear he was looking for anything once he made it inside.”

I nod my head, frustrated that my privacy and home have been violated by some idiot who couldn’t tell I live here. There is an entire porch decorated with a welcome mat, plants, and other frills I have out on my landing.

Pulling in a deep breath, I thank the officer for his work, not bothering to get up. I simply don’t have it in me to move from the spot on the couch I’m currently marinating in.

“Since the suspect was caught and apprehended by your—uh...” He pauses to look at me, maybe looking to find an answer to his question floating in the air, but I don’t have the energy to speak. He nods and continues, “...by your boyfriend, on your property, along with your statement, we have enough to press charges—whether you choose to or not. He meets the description of multiple break-ins that have been happening to businesses lately. There were notices left on all the doors of businesses on this street almost a month ago. It could have been missed.” He gives me a gruff head nod and makes his way to the front door before he takes a quick step back so he isn’t pummeled by whomever is running up the stairs.

“Where is she?” I hear Paloma’s voice before I see her. Her face is frantic, her eyes meet my red-rimmed ones the moment she makes it to the doorway. The officer juts his arm out in a feeble attempt to stop her but thinks better of it when she gives him her full attention. Daring him to stop her as she continues her hurried steps before wrapping me in her arms. “Cass.”

Hearing my name from my best friend gives way to the emotion that has been climbing up my throat all night, and I finally let go. My shoulders slump and I fall into her embrace, allowing the sobs to wrack through my body and I cry into my Lo’s shoulder.

She cries too; we’ve been friends since high school and I can’t imagine how she felt getting a phone call about the break in. I would have lost my mind if I were in her shoes. We hold each other on the couch for, I don’t know how long, until she gets up to grab tissues. She comes back and wipes my face before heading towards the kitchen.

“I’m going to make you some hot tea and something to snack on, okay?” She doesn’t wait for my response, she knows me well enough to know that I need some quiet and my internal battery is dead at this point.

Anderson left earlier to check on Shaken Tropes and to get a temporary lock set up for the front door. I’ve never been more glad that my boyfriend owns a construction business. My boyfriend . Where the hell did that come from?

Twisting myself around on the couch, I refuse to acknowledge my own previous thought and I wiggle my toes in the plush rug that’s centered in my living room, appreciating the feel of normalcy before padding to the bedroom.

The sight in front of me stops me in my tracks, I can’t move as I let the scene in front of me play out. Jameson is on his knees, pulling the rug back into place. There is a small trash pail off to the side that must be holding broken items. My eyes shift to my dresser and note the missing items, ones I know I will miss tomorrow, but tonight, tonight I’m spent and focused on this man who couldn’t possibly be any more perfect than he already is.

“Hey, Babygirl.” His voice is like a balm, smooth and deep, coating me in comfort that I didn’t know I needed.

“Hey.” It’s all I can muster, but with him I don’t think I need to say anymore. He opens his arms wide and I press myself against his chest, letting the feeling of his body wrap around me and soothe the last bits of worry.

I know I wasn’t harmed during the break-in, but there is something about the vulnerability that comes with having someone in your home who isn’t supposed to be there, it was a traumatic experience no matter how my brain wants to spin it. I won’t pretend to be okay because I’m not. “He broke into my home.”

Jameson runs his hand up and down my back, before pulling back slightly and dipping his hand beneath my chin to lift my head. He leans down, kissing both cheeks that are now wet from silent tears. “He did, Babygirl, and you’re okay. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to.” He brushes a soft kiss to my hair and continues, “You may have to kick me out.” That earns him a small laugh. His lips are warm and soft as he presses a quick kiss to my forehead before folding me into his chest once more. “What do you need?”

What do I need? Sleep, I need to sleep this day away and start fresh tomorrow. I need to feel safe again. That’s when I realize that I’m safe, he is here with me. As if knowing, Paloma pops her head in.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She looks at Jameson then. “Are you staying with her tonight?”

He gives her a quick nod.

“Okay, then. I’m going to head home unless you want me to stay, babes?”

“You head home, I’ll be okay.” She waits a moment before coming into my room and giving me a kiss on the cheek and then she heads out, leaving me in Jameson’s embrace. I’m glad to have him here, my eyes lock on him as he stands, outstretching his hand for me to grab.

“Come on, Babygirl, let’s get you to bed.” Grabbing his hand, he pulls me into his side and walks over to the side of the bed I always sleep on, near my nightstand. “Get in the bed, Baby.”

This man tucks me in and looks at me with, not a look of pity, but one of care. Like he sees my needs and just wants to attend to them, the softness in his eyes wells tears in my own. I watch his hand reach out, his thumb wiping away the tears from my cheeks before they can drip onto my pillow. His calloused fingers send shivers down my back, goosebumps erupting all over my body as he tucks my hair behind my ear. Leaning down, he kisses me with such tenderness that if I was standing, my knees would have buckled. No matter how much I want the kiss to continue he backs up just a bit and a yawn creeps out of my lips.

Crawling in behind me, he pulls me against his hard chest and that’s all the safety I need before I let sleep take me.

My arms shoot out to my sides, my chest rising and falling at such quick bursts as the fire alarm blares from the kitchen.

“What the fuck?” I grab my phone, my panicked gaze scans the screen for the time. It’s seven in the morning and the spot where Jameson was sleeping is empty, that’s when I smell it. Something is definitely burning, but it’s not my apartment.

I throw the covers back and rush down the hallway towards my kitchen to find Jameson frantically waving a towel at the fire alarm. “Shit, shit, shit, shit. Why me, Lord?” His deep voice is a murmur. Whispering is useless because the whole neighborhood can probably hear the alarm.

The counters may be clean, but bowls and a few pans fill the sink from what I think may be an attempt at making me breakfast. I cover my mouth, holding in the laugh I want to let go of so badly, but I have to see how this plays out. Holding my phone up, I snap a picture. There looks to be pancakes still in the pan that are so burnt and crispy, they could be used as frisbees.

The alarm finally stops blaring and he throws a towel over his shoulder before he turns around, catching me leaning against the wall watching the chaos ensue. My eyes go straight for my lavender fuzzy bunny slippers that are several sizes too small for his feet and his black boxer briefs, that would be incredibly sexy if not for the slippers. Though, if I’m being honest with myself… it’s still pretty hot.

“After the night you had, I wanted to make you breakfast, so I got up a little early, but I’m no chef. Clearly my talents lie elsewhere.” He laughs. “I promise I’ll clean up the kitchen while you’re getting ready. I need to get you fed.”

That’s when I let it out. The guffaw falls from my mouth as I bend over, clutching my stomach in an attempt to breathe.

“Oh, you think it’s funny huh?” He teases, rounding the counter he scoops me up in his arms and places me on the kitchen island before wiggling his fingers and tickling my sides.

“No, God, please.” I laugh even harder, tears pricking at my eyes from the laughter pains.

Wrapping my legs around his middle to ground myself, I grab his hands as he slowly releases me. Placing both hands on the countertop, one on each side of me, caging me in.

“I don’t know what’s funnier. You setting off the fire alarm and almost burning my kitchen down with pancake mix or you in my too-small slippers.” I take another peek at them, he has on the bunny ones that have floppy ears attached to the front and there is a fluffy ball at the back. Which is supposed to be a tail somewhere beneath the rest of his foot. “I can’t take you seriously with those on,” I say through a snort.

“They were all I could find, my socks have been eaten by the rug because they are nowhere to be found.” Even over the burnt pancake smell, his warm bourbon cologne pulls me in as I run my fingers up his forearm.

“And what might have happened to your clothes? No apron?” I jut my thumb back to where my canvas apron hangs. He moves to the apron then, sliding it over his head before he looks down and reads SLUT FOR BACON in all caps with bacon slices surrounding the words.

Crossing my legs, I say, “It suits you. But isn’t the surprise breakfast supposed to come with a naked man… or is that just in the movies?”

Swiftly he pulls his feet free from the slippers, but only long enough to remove his boxers. He tosses them at me as I scream, unable to hold back my surprise and excitement. He slips the bunny slippers back on his feet and walks over to me. I allow myself to be bold and slip my hands around his middle, opening my legs and pulling him closer to me.

Wrapping his arms around me, he grabs two handfuls of my ass before pulling me up against him. I inhale a quick gasp, feeling his thick length pressed against my center. Fuck me.

“Is this better for you, Cassidy?” His voice is dripping with desire, warming my insides as I curl my toes and clear my throat. He doesn’t wait for my answer before pressing his lips softly to mine. His lips are like soft pillows as his tongue licks, seeking entrance as he presses himself further against my core and I whimper at the contact, enjoying the feel of him.

Taking the moment as a welcomed invitation, his tongue explores my mouth and the kiss grows hungry. He wraps one of his strong arms around my middle and urges me closer as I rock against him. The feeling of him between my legs, even with clothes on, feels dangerously intimate and I want it all.

“Ooh, yes, Jameson,” I moan his name as his dick rocks against my pussy. I’m soaked and hating that my panties are in the way right now.

“Let me hear those beautiful sounds, Cassidy. Take what you need from me.” He pulls my thighs tighter around him, tapping on my feet from behind his back, and I cross them instinctively. “Grind your pussy against this dick.”

I swirl my hips against his length, dropping my head back at the sensations of him and how good he feels. His warm palm climbs up the sides of my body, squeezing at the fullness of my belly and up higher to my breasts that hang slightly to the sides from the heaviness of them. My whole body feels hot as I work myself towards a climax still in my panties.

Jameson grabs my shirt, an old purple Shaken Tropes t-shirt I still have on from the mess of yesterday, pulling it up and over my chest so it’s puddled at my neck, giving him better access.

“Fuck,” he growls. Leaning over me he palms a handful of my breast before sucking my nipple into his mouth. Tugging the sensitive flesh with his teeth, I arch my back allowing him to pull me deeper into him.

“Oh my God. Fuck me.” It’s all I can muster, all I can say. Then he’s reaching down, rubbing my clit in circular motions through my soaking wet panties.

“I’d love to, Cassidy, but not yet. Let me take care of you.” His voice is more growl, more manly than I’ve ever heard. “Now give me what I want, Baby.”

He pulls the fabric of my panties up creating a new type of friction. He drags his tongue down the center of my breasts and blows a cool breath across the moistened area. Goosebumps cover my skin and I pull in a sharp gasp at the new sensation. This man and what he does to me, focusing only on my needs is something I’ve never experienced before. My breathing picks up, growing faster as uncontrolled moans spill from my mouth. He pinches my clit and I feel the heat climb from my curled toes up through my body until it’s all I can do to hold it together.

“Give it to me, Baby,” he demands as he slips two fingers inside, curling them ever so slightly as he rubs his thumb back and forth across my clit. “You’re so pretty when you come.” His dirty words are the final nail in the coffin before I’m falling over the edge of my climax. But that doesn’t stop him, no. He continues his pursuit at a punishing speed and I drop my head back too lost in the sensations.

He tuts at me, before saying, “Eyes on me, Cassidy.” Jameson’s voice is a deep command that works its way through my body, I follow easily, loving that I can completely let go as he works me over. “One more.”

“I-I don’t think I can.” My eyes are already on him, focusing on his beautiful face. Sweat coats my skin and he dips his head between my thighs, dragging his tongue over my sensitive flesh. “Jameson, please.”

“I like hearing you beg.” He looks at me through hooded lashes as he works me over with his tongue, angling me in such a way that allows him to fuck me deeper with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. My body shudders from seeing how he looks at me, drinking me in as my release coats his beard.

Taking both his hands, he lifts my large thighs and presses my legs back against me, opening me wider as his tongue explores me deeper. His thumb finds my clit again and he circles before light explodes behind my vision and pleasure floods my system, overwhelming me all at once and I clamp my thighs around his head, he doesn’t move, does not try to escape them. No, his hands only massage my legs more firmly, adding to the sensations that have my second orgasm holding my breath hostage. Dropping back on to the counter, my breathing erratic, I finally close my eyes from exhaustion.

Jameson untangles himself from my legs, easing them down gently as he moves through the apartment. When I finally regain composure, I open my eyes and watch him make his way back to me, words aren’t needed at this moment as he begins cleaning me himself. Fuck, that’s hot.

“You want some coffee?” His question is so normal and so not, given what we just experienced.

“Fuck coffee,” I say, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue after the orgasms he just gave me, he is all the caffeine I could want.

Pulling the apron up and over his head, I wrap one arm around his neck and stroke his thick cock with my other hand. There is absolutely nothing I want more than to feel him fill me, my sex squeezing at the anticipation. “I need you,” I say, as I guide him to my wet heat.

“I’ll always give you what you want, Cassidy.” Easing me back onto the counter, he spreads my thighs apart again and I watch his length slowly slide into me.

My eyes snap up to him, watching as well, transfixed on us as he pushes into me again and again. My nipples harden, becoming more erect than they already were, almost painfully so. His hands have a bruising grip on my waist and I fucking love it, the feeling of his fingers gripping me this way as he takes me has me feral. I release a shuddering breath.

“Oh my God.” My words bring him back to me, his mouth dropping open slightly as he reaches one of his hands up, wrapping it on the back of my neck, anchoring me to him.

“You feel so good. So fucking wet.” His words are a low groan. I whimper at the feel of his thick member and his dirty words, watching him unravel has to be the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.

Then he fucks me. Thrusting into me as he pulls almost all the way out before driving himself back, sinking into my pussy.

I throw my head back, meeting him thrust for thrust. He swirls his skilled fingers in circles on my clit with an intense pressure. The only sounds in the room are our heavy breaths and skins slapping together. His brutal pace adjusts to slow, deep strokes, hitting the top inner spot that has my toes curling.

“You’re always beautiful. But like this , wrapped around my cock, you’re magnificent.” His words choke me and it feels like the very air around us changes within this moment. There are no words to fully express what I want to say, too drunk on how Jameson makes me feel. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we hold each other’s gaze. Electric heat burns from my toes, up my calves and thighs.

“I—Please, Jameson.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but I need it, whatever he will give me, I need. I roll my nipples with my fingers and massage my breasts, imagining my hands are his.

“Mm. Come with me, Baby.” He gyrates his hips, driving circles into me before he leans down. He gives me a kiss, swirling his tongue into my mouth as he ravishes me.

Thrusting one final time, my back arches into him as he roars his release and I writhe beneath him in a silent scream. If I had neighbors, they would all be awake now.

He leans over me, pressing his weight into me and it feels incredible. That wasn’t just sex, that was making love, and I want to tell him exactly how I feel at this moment, but I can’t. I can’t even think of speaking, my body and mind too exhausted.

Standing to his full height, he pulls me with him. He grabs my ass in his hands and pulls me up onto his waist and my eyes widen, not having realized he could lift me. Holy fuck. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and he tosses me up against him for a better hold. I suck in a gasp at the feel of his dick slapping against me from beneath, still hard and ready.

A smile plays on his face as he takes in my surprise. “I’m going to have to wear these for round two.” His words don’t compute and I blink a few times before I respond.

“Round two. Wasn’t that round two?” I pant. “Wait—Wear what?”

“Your slippers,” he says, before kissing me quickly and I look down at his feet, seeing he just made love to me in my damn bunny slippers. “They’ve got good traction.”

I can’t stop the laugh before he tosses me on my bed, a mischievous grin on his face as he climbs in after me.