I ran my hand over the bed imagining the farmer’s wife knitting it herself. “This is beautiful.”

“Sure is.”

I looked up to find him staring at me intently. He had been watching me as I examined the space. He stepped closer to me, taking me in his arms.

“Thank you for coming with me today,” he spoke softly.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I can’t wait for our trip to Santo Domingo. I’m really looking forward to some alone time on the beach with you.” He smiled.

“You are huh? Well I haven’t exactly agreed to be your date yet,” I kidded him.

“Like you have a choice,” he smashed his lips to mine.

I moaned as he kissed me deeply. Since our date night our appetites for each other had been insatiable. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

“Bend over, baby.” Jamieson drawled in my ear, tipping me forward to hang onto the foot of the iron bed.

“Jamieson I don’t think…” I gasped as he unbuttoned my jeans slipping them down my hips along with my panties.

“I can’t wait Jenna. I need you,” he growled.

I released my hands at an attempt to turn around and face him but he stopped me. “Hands on the bed, sweetheart. This is going to be fast and not gentle at all.”

His words sent bolts of excitement low through my belly. I replaced my hands on the bed in anticipation of what was in store for me.

I heard Jamieson unzip his pants and the thud as they hit the floor. He hadn’t even really touched me and I was in a total frenzy. I was sure the second he did, I would come apart.

I felt him come up behind me. He ran one hand down my hair and settled on the base of neck.

“Hold on tight, Jenna.” He slammed inside me.

“Ahh!” I screamed at the impact.

Jamieson pulled back and pushed forward again into me, this time quicker. He set the pace and I now believed what he told me. This was Jamieson undone; this was the man I remembered all those years ago that could completely own me.

He slammed into me several more times before I screamed as I found my release. Jamieson pulled back unrelenting and slammed into me one last time and then quickly pulled out, his cum shooting on my back.

I had never had a man do that before but I can’t say that it bothered me. There was something incredibly carnal about having him spread his seed on my bare skin.

Jamieson steadied me indicating for me not to move while he grabbed something to clean me up with. He then helped me pull my jeans back in place. When he was done, he pulled me upright and spun me around to face him.

He didn’t say anything at first he just stared at me intently brushing the hair from my forehead.

“I love you Jenna,” he spoke quietly barely above a whisper. “I have loved you for a very long time.”

I closed my eyes as I felt tears prick my eyes. These were the words I had waited over five years to hear. This is what I had wanted all this time. My tears were not out of frustration but of relief. I was so incredibly relieved he had finally told me how he felt.

“I love you too, Jamieson.” I told him back opening my eyes to find his.

He wiped a lone tear from my cheek with his thumb. “I should have told you back then. I should have said it the moment I knew. I wish I could go back in time and do it over.”

“It’s alright,” I said halting his regrets. “You’ve told me now and we’re together. That’s all that matters.”

I watched as something caught his eye and his gaze traveled to my neck. “You kept it?”

He asked lightly touching the round diamond around my neck.

“Yes.” I told him.

“I knew it would look beautiful on you.”

“Thank you for giving it to me.”

He smiled at me making my stomach dip in appreciation. He could turn me own so easily and I’m sure he was well aware of that fact.

“Shall we go?” he asked threading his fingers through mine.

“Alright,” I gazed at him intently.

Jamieson pulled his motorcycle up to my sister’s house an hour later. I had planned on going home to get my own car but I was running short on time after our trip to the winery so he insisted on dropping me off instead.

I hopped off the bike removing my helmet and handing it to him. He removed his own helmet and stood pulling me close to him. He kissed me so tenderly it almost made me dizzy.

“Call me if you need a ride home.”

“I’m sure someone will give me ride home but if they can’t I will call you.”

“Tell your parents hello from me,” he said kissing me one more time before releasing me.

He started the bike as I ran up the stairs to my sisters beautiful country home. I waved just before I opened the door. When I spun around to walk through it I almost ran smack into my sister.

“Oh! Hi there, Jacks. Sorry I’m a little late,” I greeted her.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Jenna, because it looks to me like you are playing with absolute fire there,” she warned watching Jamieson leave.

I knew Jacks had my best interest at heart but I wish she would back off just a bit. I knew she didn’t get her happily ever with Ethan but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have mine, or did it?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

January 16, 2015…

I was drunk. I knew that. I also knew I was well past the point of caring what I said to him. I needed to know why he was in Vegas crashing my Bachelorette party. I needed to know what he wanted and I was hell bent on getting it out of him.

“I’m going to ask you again, Jamieson, why the fuck are you here right now?” I said staring him down from across our private VIP table.

“I think you know the answer to that question,” he replied smugly sipping his whiskey.

“No I don’t! I have no clue why you showed up here so please enlighten me,” I demanded.

He set his drink down on the small white table in front of us leaning forward. “Fine, but not here.”

“I’m not leaving with you,” I folded my arms over my chest in defiance.

“Then I guess you will never know.” He picked up his glass again and leaned back into his seat.

“Ahhh…why are you like this? Fine, let’s go,” I burst out in frustration and stood up, indicating I was ready.

Jamieson stood in return.

“After the bride-to-be,” he said motioning toward the exit.

I stomped off in my heels. I could feel him following close behind me.

“Where are we going?” I whined following him to the bank of elevators.

He ushered me inside one and then turned to grin at me. “My suite.”

“Oh hell no!” I yelled, trying to hit the open door button but he blocked my way.

“You said you wanted to know why I am here. I will tell you, but I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Fine,” I grumbled and folded my arms over my chest.

When the elevator stopped on the top floor, we walked to the end of the hall. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see it was an opulent corner suite.

When he opened the door, I headed to the couch in the center of the large room and plopped down. I had walked a long way in my heels and all of my alcohol consumption was finally catching up to me.

“Here drink this.” He handed me a glass of water.

“Thank you.”

Jamieson poured himself another drink before sitting down on the couch next to me.

“Alright spill it. Why are you here?” I was sick of his avoidance tactics I wanted to know why he was basically stalking me in Vegas.

“It’s simple really. I made you a promise a while ago and this is me fulfilling that promise,” he said sipping his drink.

“Uhh…okay none of that explains anything so try again.” I clutched my forehead in confusion.

“What part was confusing?” He was being purposefully obtuse.