When You Were Mine [Second Chances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

Cora grinned and swam backwards and out of his arms. Laughing, she said, “You better not get too close. Your mom just used your full name!”

Jamie reached out and snagged one of the pool noodles, and grinning, said, “Come float with me. I’m willing to risk it.”

When dinner was over, Cora was pleasantly full of brisket sandwich and macaroni salad. She and Jamie lay together on one of the deck chairs, talking with most of the adults while the children played in the pool.

Taryn had changed into a swimsuit and floated along in the water, playing with Sophie, who happily splashed along in her water wings. She had been on restricted duty since she’d started having contractions the other morning at work, so she had been dying to move a little.

Everyone else was either sprawled out in a chair or sitting with their feet in the pool. When there was a lull in conversation, Jamie shared his news about the Shinobi deal. Even those in the group who didn’t play computer games knew it was a big deal.

Naturally this led to several bottles of wine being consumed, and tons of congratulations. Jamie hadn’t really discussed how quickly the campaign would start or how time consuming it would be. Cora assumed that things between them would be a little hectic for a while.

By ten o’clock, Cora was beginning to feel drowsy. She wasn’t exactly tired, but she was incredibly relaxed. Christine, Bruce, and her heathens had already gone home with Maureen in tow. Donnie and Patty were making their way toward the door. Taryn had already gone upstairs to lie down.

Jamie asked her, “You about ready to go to sleep? I’m nodding off here.”

Cora laughed and said, “I’ve been fighting to keep my eyes open for the last twenty minutes.”

“Thank God,” Jane said, as she walked back through the sliding glass door. “I’m getting to old for all of this.”

Muscles still lax, Cora had to force herself off the lounge chair. “As always,” she said. “It was amazing. Thank you, Jane. Glad we’re staying here tonight.”

Jamie nodded as he stretched and said, “Yeah, Mom. Everything was great. Thanks for having us.”

“Anytime,” Jane said, smirking. “Just glad you two finally got your heads out of your asses.”

“Thanks,” Cora said, drily.

Laughing, Jamie said, “You’re the classiest broad I know, Mom.”

Jane snorted and said, “Such a charmer,” as she pulled them both into a hug.

“Sleep well,” Cora said.

“You too, baby,” Jane said as she headed back inside.

After they had locked the sliding glass doors, they bid Jane farewell at the stairs and headed up to Jamie’s old bedroom, hand in hand. The children had long since fallen asleep and it appeared that Evan and Taryn were down for the count as well. The hallway, decorated with family photos, was dark and eerily silent.

Cora stepped through the door of his old bedroom and found herself immediately pressed against it. His fingers threaded through her hair, Jamie pressed his lips against hers and gave her a slow, sensuous kiss that had her heart racing.

When he pulled back, Cora reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. After tossing it aside, she reached behind to untie the bikini top. His hands slow and deliberate, Jamie took over the task, stripping them of their remaining clothes.

Cora traced her fingertips over the hard ridges of his back and chest as his mouth continued to ravage hers. She had started out at the same deliberate pace as Jamie but the longer she touched him, the more urgent her caresses became.

As if he sensed her growing need, he reached out to still her hands. He pinned them to the door above her head. Jamie ground his erection against her and said, “As much as I want to be inside you, I’m going to take my time right now.”

Experimentally, she tried to tug her hands free, he held them fast. Cora couldn’t help the low moan in her throat or the answering rush of arousal between her thighs.

“Shh, baby,” he said. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

Jamie shifted her hands, so they were both pinned by one of his and traced his fingers down her arm. When he reached the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper arm, she squirmed against him. Still he continued to run his fingertips gently down the side of her body until he reached her ribs.

Desperate for Jamie to touch something more vital, Cora rocked her hips against him and whispered, “Touch me.”

“Soon,” he said, as his hand coasted lazily back up her rib cage.

Cora let out a shuddering breath when eventually he grazed his fingertips over her tight nipple. She bit down on her lip as he continued to trace around it lightly. When he gave it a pinch, she couldn’t help the gasp of pleasure.

His eyes dark with pleasure, Jamie said, “Shh, baby. If you’re not quiet, then I’ll stop.”

The ache between her thighs only intensified at his warning.

He continued to pinch and stroke her nipples, his touches becoming less gentle, until she was on the verge of coming apart from his hands on her breasts alone. When he finally released her hands and cupped her aching pussy, he let out a soft groan.

As he dipped his fingers between her drenched folds, he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

On edge, Cora nodded. All she would need was a gentle rush of air against her aching clit at this point.

“Not yet,” Jamie said as he sank two fingers deep inside her.

Cora let out a breathless gasp of protest and then bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he began to steadily fuck her with his fingers.

“Can you wait? Can you do that for me?” Jamie asked as he slid his free hand around to cup the back of her head.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching. Low in her belly, she could feel the tension building. He had been touching her for less than a minute and she was on the verge.

Jamie stilled his hand and slid his fingers out of her sopping cunt. “I could just stop, then.”

“I’ll wait,” Cora hastened, desperate for his touch.

He pressed his fingers back into her and said, “Good girl.”

Cora rocked herself against his hand, even though that only made the growing tension worse. The goal had always been to have an orgasm. She had never deliberately tried to hold it back.

When Jamie’s thumb moved to rub against her swollen clit, she shuddered against him and said, “Please let me come.”

“Not yet, baby,” he said softly.

Panting, Cora tried to shift her hips so he wasn’t rubbing against her so firmly. She tried to think about anything but the slide of his fingers, as he massaged her inner walls. There was no way she would be able to hold on.

He held her firmly against the door. She couldn’t escape the rubbing of his thumb and his fingers as they stroked inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Her breathing grew erratic as she tried to fight off the impending orgasm.

Seconds later, Jamie gripped the back of her hair roughly and said, “Now. Come for me, Cora. Quietly.”

Cora bit down on her lip and shuddered silently against the door as the orgasm she’d been holding back tore through her. She came so violently that it almost hurt. Back arched, she worked her hips against his hand until the pleasure finally abated.

Her eyes flickered open eventually and she saw that he watched her with pleasure written all over his face. She unclenched the hands that she’d balled into fists and pulled his mouth back down to hers for a kiss. Blindly, she steered them back to the bed until she felt the press of the bed against the back of her thighs.

Together they climbed onto the bed, with Jamie lying in the cradle of her thighs. When he moved to get up, he said, “Protection.”

Cora shook her head and said, “I’m on the pill.”

He settled back down between her thighs, poised at her entrance and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely. Be with me.”

Jamie pressed his hips forward, burying himself inside her on a soft groan of pleasure.

“That feels so good,” Cora moaned softly as she rocked her hips against his.

He whispered, “Amazing.”

She rolled her hips against his, reveling in the feeling of skin against skin. Cora had an overwhelming urge to cry out, but instead she bit her lip and dug her nails into his back. She could already feel another explosive orgasm building. Jamie seemed to know exactly how she needed to be touched.

Jamie propped himself up on one elbow and let his other hand drift down to her breasts. He teased her nipples, alternating between light touches and rough pinches for long minutes. Cora shuddered against him, on the edge of coming again.

Eventually, he said, “I can feel your tight little cunt clenching around my cock, baby. I don’t know how long I can hold on.”

He released her nipple from his between his fingers and sought out her swollen clit. When he gave it a rough pinch, Cora saw tiny explosions of light behind her tightly clenched eyelids as she found release. Jamie, mere seconds behind her, emptied himself inside her as he bit down on her shoulder.

Jamie rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed. He gasped for air next to her, and eventually said, “Wow.”

Cora lay there, her muscles lax, the slow hum of release rolling through her body. She felt like her vocal cords were singed. She moved her arm blindly along the bed, until she made contact with Jamie’s hip bone, wanting some sort of contact.

Eventually, Cora managed to move over and snuggle into the crook of Jamie’s arm. As his fingertips traced over her sweat-slicked skin, she gestured toward the door.

“That,” she said. “I’ve never done that before. It wouldn’t have even occurred to me that I would enjoy it but...wow.”

“I hadn’t either,” Jamie admitted.

Cora arched an eyebrow in question and asked, “Really?”

“That was just one of many things that I always wanted to do with you. I was afraid I’d scare you, way back when.” His voice low, he asked, “Can you imagine if I had tried to spank you? You’d have freaked out.”

They both laughed quietly for a minute before Cora agreed, “Maybe.”

Jamie grinned and said, “Definitely.”

“Probably,” Cora conceded. Intrigued, she asked him, “Tell me more about this list?”

He chuckled and said, “I dunno, baby. Think you can handle it?”

“Oh,” she said softly as she grazed his cock with her fingertips. “I think I can handle it.”

When it hardened, he flipped her on to her back and pressed his mouth down on hers. Cora knew she wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. She certainly didn’t mind that a bit.

Between the travel and the weekend at his mother’s house, by the time Monday rolled around Jamie needed a break. He knew, with the Shinobi deal that a break was nowhere in sight. He really needed to work on his time management.

Cora had stayed at his place last night. When they’d gotten back from his mother’s, they’d both been exhausted. After ordering a pizza, they’d gone to bed early. Neither of them had gotten more than an hour or two of sleep the night before.

“C’mon, Cora,” Jamie complained. “Hurry up. I don’t wanna hit traffic!”

He rolled his eyes when he heard her muffled reply from the bathroom, “Keep your pants on, Jamie. I’m almost ready!”

A moment later, Cora stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed her heels, purse, and briefcase.

“Ready,” she said.

They were a little bit late as they did end up hitting traffic, but they still made it to the office a few minutes after nine. As they walked up the hallway toward her office, he got ready to bid her good-bye, then felt her stiffen against his side.

A familiar-looking man stood in front of her office, pacing. It took Jamie a minute to place him. Bryce Wallace. Jamie fought his instinctive urge to punch the man in his face and asked her, “Do you need a minute or do you want me to come with you, baby?”

Cora tightened her hold his arm and walked toward her office door.

“What, Bryce?”

“Good to see you too, Cora,” he said, quietly. “Celia made me wait in the hallway.”

Cora struggled to keep an even tone when she said, “Bryce. This is Jamie Connolly. Jamie, this is Bryce Wallace.”

Bryce sized him up for a moment before he stuck a hand out to greet him. Jamie shook his hand and murmured the appropriate greeting even as he pictured his fist plowing into Bryce’s smug face.

“Anyway. I know you don’t want to see me, but...I wanted to stop by and give you this.” Bryce held a paper out to her. “I pushed your restraining order through. We’re trying to serve him with it, but we can’t locate him. He skipped out on his P.O. and isn’t staying at his last known address anymore. I saw the paperwork come through and called in a few favors.”

He had the grace to look more than a little embarrassed when he added, “It’s the least that I can do, considering how things ended.”

Cora blinked at him and said, “Thank you for this. Really.”

“You’re welcome. Take care,” he said, and after giving Jamie a nod, he walked toward the elevator.