I could still feel him. Jamie. I no longer felt anyone else.

Just like he’d promised.

I smiled against the cool sheet.

Then the bed dipped and my eyes flashed open, covers sliding down to my neck as I turned my head and gaped, watching Jamie as he got into bed beside me.

What the …

Chapter Twelve

JAMIE

Tori pushed up onto her elbows in bed, head turned and eyes round with alarm as I stretched out on my side.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding confused but looking so fucking hot, all that blond hair, big and messy, falling down her back and over her shoulder. Cheeks flushed, lips swollen and parted, and those full perfect tits peeking out from the sheet sliding down her body.

Fuck me, she was beautiful. Looking like a goddamn angel I’d just dirtied up and sent back to heaven.

“Settlin’ in,” I answered, the need to touch her building inside me the longer I stared. I reached under the covers until I curled a hand around her hip, then I pulled, forcing her to flop back.

“Hey!”

I smashed her against my chest, keeping tight pressure with my arm across her stomach when she squirmed and tensed up. “Relax, babe.”

She kept trying to wiggle free.

I gave her a squeeze and dropped my head beside hers, lips to her ear, where I harshly ordered, “Relax.”

Tori huffed out a breath. Her body went slack against the sheet as she stared up at the ceiling, drawing the covers to her neck. “Um, why are you settling in? You did what you came here for.”

I chuckled.

Her head turned. She looked up into my eyes where I was lying on the pillow, voice soft when she asked, “What?”

“We ain’t done, babe.”

She blinked. “We’re not?”

“Fuck no.”

“But …” Her brow furrowed, eyes dropping to my mouth and then rising again. “I don’t feel him anymore.”

“So?”

“So … I’m good. You did what you came here for.”

“You don’t know shit,” I told her, leaning in to add, “And you sure as fuck are not good.”

She searched my eyes, jumping between the two. “What are you talking about?”

“We ain’t done.”

“Yeah, you said that,” she returned, voice growing louder with edge. “What I’m asking for is clarification since we’re obviously in disagreement on this.”

“Careful, Legs,” I warned. “You get my dick hard, you’re dealin’ with it.”

Tori jerked back, blinking. “Excuse me?”

“Not that it ain’t bound to happen with the way I got you naked and pressing close, but just sayin’, I’m tryin’ to recharge a little. Figured our next round wouldn’t be for an hour. Maybe two, dependin’. You start throwing attitude at me and it’ll be happenin’ a lot sooner than that.”

I watched her eyes widen. Her throat work with a swallow. “Dependin’?” she echoed, voice quiet and minus any trace of attitude.

I smiled, liking how she focused on that, and shared, “We fall asleep and your tits wind up in my face, I’m done rechargin’.”

Tori pulled her lips between her teeth, seemingly thinking on that as she breathed once, twice, then she parted that sweet fucking mouth and replied, “Well, that just brings me back to wanting clarification, since we shouldn’t be falling asleep together, meaning my tits shouldn’t be winding up anywhere near your face, since you did what you came here for.”

My eyes narrowed. I lost the smile. “Goddamn it. Would you quit with that shit?” I bit out. “What’d I say?”

“I’ll quit when you explain this whole we ain’t done business,” she returned, staring at me and looking like she really didn’t know what the fuck this was or what I was talking about, which pissed me off even more.

I propped my weight on my elbow and loomed over her. “Unless your mouthy ass is walking out the front door with me and hopping on the back of my bike, I did not, babe, get what I came here for.”

Tori blinked. “What?” she whispered.

“You need to get used to this.”

“Get used to what?”

“Us fuckin’ and puttin’ in time together after.”

She stared up at me. “Huh?”

“Jesus. This.” I squeezed her side, then feeling the need to elaborate ’cause I knew more questions were coming, I went on explaining, “’Cause unless I got work or shit I can’t put off until later, I’m hangin’ around, babe. Might just be to get some shut-eye with you. Might be to talk. Will absolutely be to fuck again, no question there. Only way this becomes a fuck and run is if one of us has commitments to get to. Also if we’re out somewhere and we both need to get it in. Straight up, not tryin’ to linger with you in some shitty bathroom or wherever the fuck. We can put the time in later.”

When I was done explaining how this was going to work, Tori stared up at me, somehow looking even more confused than she did a minute ago.

“Babe,” I prompted when she kept staring.

She blinked, snapping out of her staring haze. “Why?” she questioned softly.

“Why?”

“Yes. Why?”

I bent down, which caused Tori to smash her head against the pillow further, and still I kept moving in, only stopping when our noses almost touched.

“’Cause we both want it. We’re good together. And like I told you earlier today after you got finished fucking my mouth with your tongue, I’m done playin’ games with you,” I said, watching her eyes flicker wider. “Gave me your pussy, babe. Ate it. Fucked it. That’s been claimed. And yeah, I was helpin’ you out and doin’ what you asked, but no way was that the only reason for what we just did. Wasn’t for me and sure as fuck wasn’t for you. Now I gotta taste. I want more. Know you want more so don’t even try and lie your way outta this one. Bet’s over and we’re both hard up. That’s why.”

Tori pinched her lips together and inhaled a sharp breath. “Do you have any idea how crude you just sounded?” she asked, face hard.

“Sure you hated every second of it,” I shot back, sarcasm heavy as I leaned back to loom over her again.

She relaxed and those cheeks that were already still flushed heated more.

I smiled.

Tori’s eyes lowered to my mouth, then quickly rose again. “I never said I wanted more of what we just did,” she said, voice quiet and quick.

“Didn’t need to. Can still feel you goin’ tight around my cock, babe.”

Jesus. That was the fucking truth. Never felt anything like that.

Tori’s stomach tensed under my arm, which was still draped over her. Then she exhaled slowly and closed her eyes.

I watched this happen, assuming she was just thinking of something to say back to me, more bullshit, and doing this through a heavy blink, but seconds passed and she never reopened them.

“Babe.”

“Mm?”

“What’re you doin’?”

“Sleeping.”

My brow tightened. I waited for her to say more, to smile or to fucking look at me ’cause she must’ve been joking.