Chapter Twenty-One (Shawn)

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Chapter Twenty-One (Shawn)

Watching Jameson squirm under the stares of his friends was actually more amusing than it should have been. He was literally right where I wanted him.

"What do you mean, you're getting married?" asked Spencer. The look on Jameson's face twisted. It was actually comical how nervous he was at telling his friends about us finally.

"I-I mean, Shawn and I are engaged and are going to be married." Just hearing those words were like music to my ears. It sang to the very core of my soul.

I stood, striding over to him, and dropped myself onto the couch. My arm went around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. The heat coming off his body was nice and comforting. I wanted more of him.

My head dipped and I pressed my lips against his. He was so warm, so soft and ready for me to take advantage of his body. We opened our lips at the same time, wanting to be closer to each other, and I tasted him. He was so sweet and full of the nectar that I'd actually been craving from him all day.
Instantly, my pants became a size or two too small for me to be wearing in that moment.

"We're just going to go now." The sound of couches rustling was off at a distance, and Jameson pressed further, probably unaware of our surroundings anymore.

The sound of a door closing was of no consequence to either of us. The cat was out of the bag, and I had more pressing things on my mind.

My hands reached down to Jameson's round backside, and I felt my core tightening with the need to be inside him.

Lifting him up, the only thought entering my mind was that this was going to be so much fun!


***

Waking up next to someone who you've just spent the night pleasuring was a good feeling. It was new to me, but it was a welcomed experience. All my past lovers have either left after the deed was done or escaped from the room the next morning before I was awake.

My arms were wrapped around my bedmate and I pulled him closer, trying not to disturb his rest. I pressed my nose against his head and took a deep breath. How can he smell like strawberries? It was fascinating.

Now every single time I smell or eat a strawberry, I will forever associate it with this beautiful man I was curled around.

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