Stronger with You (With You Trilogy) (41 page)

“Shh, Jamie, it’s okay,” Jason soothed, rocking me in his arms. “It’s not your fault. It never was. You don’t deserve it.”

He rocked me and soothed me until the tears dried up, his strong arms holding me, and his masculine scent overwhelming my senses.

“Are you going to get mad at them now?” I sniffled, desperate to avoid more conflict between them.

“I’m already mad at them, baby,” Jason sighed sadly.

“I don’t want you to get in a fight with any of them,” I pleaded, clinging onto him for dear life.

“I’m not going to try and fight them, Jamie,” he reassured me. “That’d be like fighting fire with fire. I am, however, going to make sure they never hurt you again. You shouldn’t be afraid of your own brothers.”

I hugged him tighter. I didn’t see how that was possible, especially not without him getting hurt, but the fragment of the hope that his words carried for me calmed the sickness in my stomach. It soothed me on a level I didn’t quite understand.

We watched the television in relative silence, wrapped around each other and thoroughly contented just to hold each other without speaking. I loved that Jason had kept his word. He hadn’t gotten angry or sad, he’d just listened. He just wanted to keep me safe. My brothers always said it was their job to keep me safe, it seemed a bitter irony that Jason felt he had to keep me safe from them.

“Thank you, Jamie,” Jason said, turning off the TV and turning to face me.

“What for?” I asked, slipping my hand up his shirt for some skin against skin.

“Well, firstly,” he grinned. “Thank you for a lovely day. I’ve never had so much fun watching you put clothes on before,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Secondly, for being the most beautiful, intelligent and amazing girlfriend ever,” he said, cupping my face and pressing a kiss to my lips. “And thirdly, for answering those questions. I know it was hard for you and I appreciate you letting me in.”

“You’ve been so honest with me,” I smiled. “It’s only fair.”

“Anything for you, my little squirrel,” he grinned.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Depends.” His grin broadened

“On what?” I frowned, enjoying one of my favourite pastimes of running my fingers through his happy trail. I loved the way he always tried to stop me with that dark heat in his eyes. I loved how he squirmed slightly when I gently pulled the hair above the band of his boxers.

“Did you bring your chocolates?” He asked.

I did. I bounced off the sofa to go and fetch them from his room and brought them back with me.

“How many are left?”

“Eight,” I grinned, showing him the box.

“I should have bought you a smaller box,” he groaned, still smiling.

“Eight’s not nearly enough. I don’t think I’ll ever run out of questions for you,” I said honestly.

“Then I’ll get you some more when these run out,” he chuckled.

“Will you?” I grinned.

“If that’s what you want,” he nodded, guiding me down into his lap with my back to his front and the chocolate box on my lap.

“You did this on purpose to try and fatten me up, didn’t you?” I accused, leaning back into him contentedly.

“See, I told you. Intelligent,” he grinned. “Nothing gets by you. That was a question though. Eat up.” He pushed a truffle to my lips and I let him feed me because it made him happy.

“You cheat at this game,” I complained, licking my lips clean of the chocolate.

“How can I cheat?” He laughed. “They’re my rules.” He lifted up his finger to my mouth so I could clean the chocolate off, which I was only too happy to do.

I took another truffle from the box and held it in front of my mouth. “What did you want to be when you were little?” I asked, popping the chocolate into my mouth.

“You mean you don’t believe that as a kid I wanted to grow up to get a PhD in Renewable Energy Systems?” He laughed.

“I couldn’t have even spelt that when I was a kid,” I shook my head.

“You’re right,” he grinned. “I wanted to be a policeman.”

“Really?” I smiled, already imagining Jason in a police uniform.

“Yeah,” he said, a note of sadness in his voice. “The neighbours called the police tonnes of times over the years. They never did anything though. I thought that if I became a policeman then I wouldn’t have ignored the obvious evidence. But there were so many different policemen, so many people who had the chance to stop it. None of them ever did. It kind of put me off,” he shrugged.

“I’m so sorry, Jason,” I said sadly.

“It’s okay. In the end I realised it wasn’t really their fault. My Mum always lied through her teeth every time they came. When they talked to me I was always scared that they’d split me and Benji up. That’s what my Dad had said would happen if we told.”

“That’s awful,” I frowned, sort of regretting asking. I’d wanted Jason to open up to me and tell me about himself but every new scrap of information made me so angry that he’d had to go through all this. I couldn’t believe he’d turned into the amazing man I knew today. He was so strong and had such a well-defined code of ethics and morals. It was incredible that he’d even gotten through college, let alone completed two degrees.

“I’m not very good at picking cheerful questions, am I?” I smiled sadly.

“I don’t mind, little squirrel,” he reassured me, squeezing me gently with his arms around my waist. “It’s all in the past. It sucks, but it’s over. I have you and I have Benji. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

I smiled and squeezed his hand gently in appreciation before taking another chocolate. “If you could be a woman for one day, what would you do?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards more cheery topics for a while.

“Are you kidding?” He laughed, a deep hearty laugh that vibrated through his chest and into mine.

“Nope,” I grinned. “Answer the question.”

“Yes, boss,” he laughed. “You and me would spend all day having very, very filthy lesbian sex.”

I giggled uncontrollably. That was pretty much the answer I’d been expecting and I wasn’t disappointed.

“Perv,” I grinned, shifting sideways so I could tilt my head back and kiss his cheek. “Okay, one more question,” I nodded, grabbing a truffle out of the box before I slid it over to the coffee table so I could turn around in Jason’s lap and face him.

“Shoot,” he smiled, taking the chocolate and popping it into my mouth and sucking the chocolate off my fingers.

“Why don’t you want me touching myself?” I asked seriously once I’d swallowed the last of my chocolate.

Jason grinned cheekily and lifted up my t-shirt, settling his hands on my hips. I put mine back up his shirt because it only seemed fair.

“Does it bother you?” He asked.

“Not really,” I shook my head. “I just want to know why.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “But you’re just going to call me a perv again.” He flashed his boyish smile and slipped his fingers up to my waist.

“I like you being my perv,” I grinned back, sliding my fingers into the waistband of his boxers so that I could pull them down a little. “Why don’t you want me touching myself?” I repeated, whispering in his ear and letting my lips linger a few seconds because I could feel him getting hard beneath me and I was enjoying teasing him.

“Because you’re mine,” he said simply, his hands travelling round to my back so he could unclasp my bra.

I leaned back so I could raise my eyebrow at him because I didn’t consider his explanation an answer to my question.

“You’re mine, which means only I get to touch you unless I say otherwise,” he grinned.

“I’m mine as well,” I pouted.

“Nope,” he shook his head. “All mine. You gave yourself to me.”

“Seriously?” I laughed.

“Very serious,” he nodded. “It turns me on no end knowing that you won’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”

I raised my eyebrow again and he laughed.

“Okay, usually won’t. You were a naughty girl today,” he grinned, his eyes burning with desire. His hands had now travelled round to my front and were gently stroking the undersides of my breasts, now freed from my ill-fitting old bra.

“I was trying to make you happy,” I pouted.

“You made me very happy,” he grinned. “But I didn’t give you permission.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” I shook my head. It made him happy that I did it but he still didn’t want me doing it.

Jason sighed and looked at me contemplatively. “I like that you let me take the lead, you trust me to know how to pleasure you and how far I can take you.”

“You have more experience than me,” I blushed.

“At first that was true,” he agreed. “But it’s more than that, Jamie. You give yourself to me one hundred percent when we have sex and it’s so fucking hot. I can’t get enough. I cherish the gift you’re giving me and I always will.”

“So you like me letting you take control?” I asked, contemplating his admission.

He nodded firmly, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. “I like that you trust me to take control. You have no idea how turned on I was after that dinner with Adam and Laura.”

“Because I didn’t have undies on?” I cocked my head at him.

“Because you went without them because you wanted to make me happy,” he nodded. “That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Not hard to make you happy,” I laughed, extremely pleased to see the smile on his face. I didn’t mind Jason taking control in the bedroom at all. He knew what he was doing and I was pretty sure I’d had more orgasms since we met than most people had in a lifetime. I did wonder what it would be like for me to be in control one day, but I didn’t feel quite ready for that anyway.

“I’m glad that you feel that way,” he smiled. “You don’t mind that I like being in control?”

“Nope,” I shook my head because I didn’t mind at all. “I like it. I love you bossy.”

He smiled happily and tweaked my nipple, pulling on it gently so that I had to lean into him for a kiss.

“You’re so perfect. We’re perfect together,” he breathed happily, his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, we are,” I agreed, returning his smile.

“So you’re okay with me telling you what to do when you’re naked?” He grinned, his eyes scanning my face.

“You tell me what to do when I’m fully clothed, Jason,” I teased, shuffling back a little and unbuttoning his jeans.

“I do, do I?” He laughed and I nodded. “Okay, but you’re allowed to tell me off when you’re clothed.”

“Allowed?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Yup,” he grinned, his fingers teaming with his thumbs to roll my nipples.

“So I’m not allowed to say no when I’m naked?” I asked, very turned on but not so turned on that I was about to let this slide.

“Of course you are,” he chuckled. “I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do, Jamie. If you told me to stop, I would stop immediately.”

Smiling because I knew he was telling the truth, I arched my chest back a little more and slid my hand into his jeans to stroke his erection.

“If you really wanted me to stop, Jamie, I would stop in a heartbeat. I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to. You know that right?” He asked, his hands stopping their delightful tweaking.

“I do,” I nodded.

“Good,” he smirked. “Because now it’s time for your punishment.” His eyes lit up with mischief and desire as he stood up and lifted me to the floor, tucking himself back into his jeans.

“What if I promise not to do it again?” I offered.

“You
will
promise not to do it again,” he grinned. “But I need to give you a reason to keep your word.”

I pouted but I doubted it was very convincing because my insides were clenching deliciously and I was already looking forward to it.

Chapter 30

Saturday, 23rd February 2013

“Go into my room,” he ordered, his voice oozing lust and vibrating through me deliciously. “Put your new underwear on, the last set you tried on, then stand and wait for me with your back to the door.”

He gave me his no-nonsense, firm look combined with a mischievous grin and I bounced off to do his bidding, practically vibrating with anticipation.

I stood waiting for him, my back to the door as he’d asked. I felt like I’d been waiting an eternity but the alarm clock on his bedside table showed I’d only been waiting ten minutes. Ten minutes was still too long. I knew he was making me wait on purpose.

I hadn’t heard the door open but the prickling on the back of my neck told me that Jason was behind me. I couldn’t see or hear him but I knew he was there. I sensed his body heat against my back and felt my skin goosebump from his proximity.

“You look so fucking hot in those,” Jason growled, his lips brushing against the back of my ear.

My chest rose and fell rapidly just from hearing the rasp in his voice. He traced his fingers down the sides of my arms and the familiar but welcome tingles coursed through me, surging to every nerve ending.

“I’m glad we got the matching set,” Jason grinned, slipping his hands round and cupping my sex with one and holding me against him with the other.

“Your ass looks amazing in a thong,” he breathed, pressing kisses to my neck, just behind my ear.

When I didn’t respond, he pulled his hand away from my waist and brought it down hard against my ass, his other hand still cupping me.

“What do you say when I give you a compliment, Jamie?” Jason said. I could practically hear him grinning.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, my hips shamelessly gyrating against his hand.

“Good girl. Stay still or I’ll have to spank you again,” he warned.

I nodded, forcing my hips to stay still. He released my sex and walked round to stand in front of me, tilting my chin up towards him and kissing me. It was a hard, carnal kiss that left me gasping for breath and wanting more, so much more. His tongue dominated my mouth and claimed my soul. It was delicious.

“Time for your punishment, Jamie,” Jason grinned once he broke off the kiss.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of my thong and pulled them down my legs slowly, helping me to step out of them. As he stood up, he pressed a hot, wet kiss to each of my hipbones. It tickled beyond belief and I had to tense my entire core just to keep still.