quite figured out yet. Not because I’m smarter, but because I have been looking and he’s been pre-occupied juggling other cases and tracking down the sender of the email. Once he puts his mind to it, he’ll see the differences, or rather lack of similarities, and put it all together. She definitely doesn’t look like Marcus Wright – ugly fuck that he was.
I know she has a right to know, but she also has a right to get back to her life before she gets throttled with more shit. After we have settled this email crap and wiped her slate clean again.
Jamie gasped and threw one hand to her chest and the other started pulling at the hem. Which was funny because it was already down to her knees.
I grabbed her hands again and looked in her eyes.
“It’s fine. I’m just pickin’ on you. Don’t even think about taking it off. There are few things in this world that are sexier than a woman wearing her man’s clothes.”
Jamie’s eyes blazed and it occurred to me that I’d declared myself her man. Not that it bothered me but I didn’t really give her a choice in the matter. I didn’t really plan on it either, but she really needed the chance to get to know me more so she understood me and how I did things: Take, don’t ask and don’t apologize. The man she’s getting now is patient and caring – something I’ve never been with women before. She brings it out in me but eventually she will meet the real me who can be a total dick and doesn’t ask for permission. I’m only praying that both versions learn to live cohesively because she deserves the caring and patient side.
Life is too short to worry about what other’s think. Except for Jamie. What she thinks means everything to me.
Great, now I sound like a whiny bitch.
I pulled one of my arms up to run a hand through my hair, quickly, and she flinched back.
“Please, please, don’t flinch like that with me. I will never lift my hand to you. The only smackin’ you’ll ever see me do, is on my brothers’ backs or your ass.”
She shivers but doesn’t acknowledge my slip of the tongue. I won’t lie, a small part of me was hoping she would strip and ask for a demonstration.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize to me, either. I get it. Let’s work on it, together, okay?”
Jamie nodded and moved to pick up her plate.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Her wry smile slid over those delectable lips, making me right pissed that I couldn’t set her up on the center-island and lick all of the syrup and powdered sugar flavor off of them. I’m gonna have to remember that for when she gives into what we have. Like I could forget a second of her existence.
What we will have. There is no doubt in my mind that Jamie is mine and I’ll go as far as I need to, to make her know it, too.
“If you need to, grab a shower and then throw some clothes on. We have a date.”
She blushed and disappeared up the stairs.
Thank the Lord above, she left; otherwise, she was bound to notice that my very loose fitting pajama pants were tenting out in the front. Suddenly, I’m fifteen again.
Great.
And it’s at that moment that Matt walks into the kitchen, or rather, hobbles.
He stops abruptly as he sees me starting to adjust myself.
“Don’t ask.” I grumble.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to. I was only going to say that if you touch her with that thing or hurt her, I’ll snap it off.” Matt smiled wide, flashing his teeth and the message was received.
“Don’t worry. I just made her leave so she wouldn’t see me like this. Bad enough she already saw me in the shower.”
Matt whistled and I glowered.
“I’m not worried – it’s your dick at risk.” He laughed and started making bowl of cereal, back to me before asking, “So does she know?”
“That’s a very wide net.”
“You.Shower.Leg.” His head bobbed left and right with each word while my heart stopped.
“How?”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t said anything to anyone and I
I know she has a right to know, but she also has a right to get back to her life before she gets throttled with more shit. After we have settled this email crap and wiped her slate clean again.
Jamie gasped and threw one hand to her chest and the other started pulling at the hem. Which was funny because it was already down to her knees.
I grabbed her hands again and looked in her eyes.
“It’s fine. I’m just pickin’ on you. Don’t even think about taking it off. There are few things in this world that are sexier than a woman wearing her man’s clothes.”
Jamie’s eyes blazed and it occurred to me that I’d declared myself her man. Not that it bothered me but I didn’t really give her a choice in the matter. I didn’t really plan on it either, but she really needed the chance to get to know me more so she understood me and how I did things: Take, don’t ask and don’t apologize. The man she’s getting now is patient and caring – something I’ve never been with women before. She brings it out in me but eventually she will meet the real me who can be a total dick and doesn’t ask for permission. I’m only praying that both versions learn to live cohesively because she deserves the caring and patient side.
Life is too short to worry about what other’s think. Except for Jamie. What she thinks means everything to me.
Great, now I sound like a whiny bitch.
I pulled one of my arms up to run a hand through my hair, quickly, and she flinched back.
“Please, please, don’t flinch like that with me. I will never lift my hand to you. The only smackin’ you’ll ever see me do, is on my brothers’ backs or your ass.”
She shivers but doesn’t acknowledge my slip of the tongue. I won’t lie, a small part of me was hoping she would strip and ask for a demonstration.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize to me, either. I get it. Let’s work on it, together, okay?”
Jamie nodded and moved to pick up her plate.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Her wry smile slid over those delectable lips, making me right pissed that I couldn’t set her up on the center-island and lick all of the syrup and powdered sugar flavor off of them. I’m gonna have to remember that for when she gives into what we have. Like I could forget a second of her existence.
What we will have. There is no doubt in my mind that Jamie is mine and I’ll go as far as I need to, to make her know it, too.
“If you need to, grab a shower and then throw some clothes on. We have a date.”
She blushed and disappeared up the stairs.
Thank the Lord above, she left; otherwise, she was bound to notice that my very loose fitting pajama pants were tenting out in the front. Suddenly, I’m fifteen again.
Great.
And it’s at that moment that Matt walks into the kitchen, or rather, hobbles.
He stops abruptly as he sees me starting to adjust myself.
“Don’t ask.” I grumble.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to. I was only going to say that if you touch her with that thing or hurt her, I’ll snap it off.” Matt smiled wide, flashing his teeth and the message was received.
“Don’t worry. I just made her leave so she wouldn’t see me like this. Bad enough she already saw me in the shower.”
Matt whistled and I glowered.
“I’m not worried – it’s your dick at risk.” He laughed and started making bowl of cereal, back to me before asking, “So does she know?”
“That’s a very wide net.”
“You.Shower.Leg.” His head bobbed left and right with each word while my heart stopped.
“How?”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t said anything to anyone and I
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