Jameson

After Regan had agreed to move in with me, I didn’t hesitate to pack up her things and drive them over to my apartment the next morning. I spent too much time without her to waste another minute. Now, she’s here, living with me. Everything fits into place, our lives once again intertwined. Bringing the last box up from the car, I kick the door closed with my foot and set it down on the floor in the living room. Asking Regan to move in with me was one of the best decisions I ever made. With our past issues out of the way and the new company to look forward to, we are ready to take the next step in our relationship.

I was an idiot to let her go in the first place. My one regret is waiting as long as I did before I realized the opportunity I had sitting on my computer after all these years. Charlotte and Mickey helped me get out of my contract with Conway Development so I could approach TGS with my artificial intelligence software. At first, they were hesitant, given their relationship with my previous employer, but I had impressed the hell out of Conrad.

Most of my team had come with me. They work out of my dining area, living room, and office for the moment. But I have plans to expand the company to a regular office space in the city. If not for Regan, I doubt I would have forced myself out of my comfort zone to take this risk. It was worth the risk, and so is Regan. She’s the best chance I have ever taken.

Regan walks down the hall in a pair of hot pink booty hugging shorts with a matching tank top. And no bra. Her nipples are so hard they’re poking through the thin fabric, practically begging me to touch them.

“I’m almost unpacked,” she says, her tits shaking as she moves closer, putting more into her step. “I just have a few more things to find places for in your bedroom.”

“Our bedroom,” I correct. “This is your home, too.” I wrap my arms around her and lift her up, her feet digging into my back for a second before I set her back down on the floor. “I need to get you out of these clothes. You have too many on.”

She smiles and slips her arms around my neck. “Take me to our bedroom, Jamie.”

I press my forehead against hers, our lips almost touching. “You have no idea how much I like hearing that. I want to share everything I have with you, Regan.”

“How about we start by sharing our bodies?” She giggles like a child. “You can show me how good you are at melding your dick with my pussy.”

I laugh so hard that my cheeks hurt from smiling. “I think you’ve ruined Star Trek for all fans now.”

“What?” She says, pretending to be offended. “You’re really good at it.”

I press my lips to hers and mutter. “I love you, Regan.”

“I love you, too, Jamie,” she whispers.

Before I can speak another word, she parts my lips with her tongue, our kisses soft and passionate while also rough and aggressive. She sucks me in, makes me whole. For once I have something to look forward to and someone to share it with. For years, all I’ve had is my work and Charlie.

I never thought Regan would walk into my life in such an unexpected place, capturing my heart and filling the void that I overloaded with work. Regan’s kisses complete me. Our love consumes me. I never knew what I wanted out of life until I met Regan.

Regan peels her lips from mine and says, “Hurry up and take me into the bedroom so I can check out your hard drive.”

“Oh, my God, woman.” I laugh once. “You’re out of control.”

She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes. “I thought you’d appreciate some nerd humor in the bedroom.”

Holding her tighter, I walk into the bedroom and set Regan down on the comforter. It’s a pale blue with white flowers. This is her bedroom now just as much as it is mine, so I had to give in when she wanted to use the girly bedding from her place. I asked her to give up her apartment to live with me. The least I could do is bend to whatever she wants to make herself feel at home. Because this is our home now.

She looks gorgeous, as always, with her blonde hair fanned out around her face, and her legs open wide for me. I lean forward to strip her of her shorts and panties and throw them on the floor behind me, licking my lips at the sight of her wet pussy.

I remove my shirt and then work on my jeans and boxers, leaving a pile of clothes behind me, as I get on the bed with Regan and position myself between her legs. Taking my time, I push her shirt up and over her breasts and reach behind her to unhook her bra.

She lifts her shirt over her head, and I help her out of it. Then, I strip her of her bra so I can suck on her nipple while I massage her other breast. Leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her stomach, I slip two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. Her body jerks with each movement, my pace quickening the harder she clamps down on my fingers.

“Jamie,” she moans as she comes, and after her body stops trembling, I pull back my fingers and take hold of my cock, easing inside her slow, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size. She makes a hissing sound as I enter her and bites down on her bottom lip.

As I slide in and out of her, I pick up the pace and grip her hips. I bend down to kiss her, allowing myself to get wrapped up in her kisses, keeping my movements steady. With a firm grip, I lift her leg up and over my shoulder and push further inside her. She strengthens the hold she has on me, as her moans turn into screams and an intense orgasm rocks through her.

Now that she’s come, I pump faster, the sweat trickling down my forehead with each thrust. My body trembles one last time as I kiss her, slow and passionate, more sensual than normal. After I plant a few more kisses on her neck and chest, I slide out of her and roll onto my side of the bed.

I rest her head on my chest, still trying to catch my breath. “I love you,” I choke out, overwhelmed with emotion. Now that I have Regan back, I plan to tell her how much I care about her every day. “You already said yes to moving in with me, but I have one more thing to ask.”

“I love you, too, but now you’re making me nervous. Does it involve hiding a body?”

I chuckle at her comment. “You’re insane, woman.”

“You know I keep you entertained.” She brushes her fingers along my stomach, tracing lines along the curves of my body. “Okay, what is it? Ask away.”

I hold her tight, never wanting to let her go. “Will you be my date for the wedding?”

“I thought that was already a given.”

“True, but I never got the chance to officially ask you.”

“It’s not like we’re in high school, and you’re asking me to go to prom with you. You’re silly.” She hooks her leg around my thigh, burrowing her face in my chest, as she wraps herself around me like a koala. “Of course I will be your date.”

“I have one more thing to ask then. Would you be okay with wearing one of Charlie’s bridesmaid dresses? She thinks you should be part of the wedding.”

“Really? She wants me to be a bridesmaid? That’s kind of shocking.”

She attempts to get up from the bed to look at me, and I pull her back down to snuggle her against my side. “You’re the one, Regan. I know it. Charlie knows it. Everyone knows it.”

“Except for me, apparently,” she deadpans.

“That’s why I asked you to move in with me.”

“So, you’re saying you want to marry me? That’s a big step so soon, don’t you think?”

“I’m not saying we need to get married right away, or even this year, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That much I know.”

“Regan O’Connor,” she says, her voice trailing off. “My initials would be ROC. Rock isn’t all that exciting.”

“You are my rock,” I say, kissing her hair. “I need you in my life. You keep me grounded, more focused. I owe everything I have now to you pushing me, forcing me to become a better man.”

She peeks up at me, the hair sweat-matted to her forehead. “You invented that software all on your own, Mr. Smarty Pants. I just gave you the motivation you needed.”

I take her hand and place it around my growing erection. I can never get enough of Regan.

“That was fast,” she says, surprised.

“I have a lot of missed time to make up,” I groan into her ear, lifting her up in the process. “Now, be a good girl and come on my cock.”

A broad smile crosses her lips, as she lifts her hips up just enough to push me inside her. She moans, pressing her palms down on my chest, riding me harder.

* * *

With only a few more days until Charlie’s wedding, the last thing on my man-of-honor list is the bachelorette party, which is kind of ridiculous, considering I should be going out with Alex and the guys. Instead, Sydney is forcing Regan and me to bake penis cakes. Yes, we’re making fucking cakes that look like dicks.

Who is going to eat them?

Sydney peeks up from beneath her dark lashes, an impish turning up the corners of her mouth. “You’re good at this, Jamie. You really know your way around a monster cock.”

Kennedy and Regan burst into laughter, following Sydney’s lead.

Throwing my hands onto my hips, I shake my head at them. “Laugh it up, ladies. I’m glad you’re getting a kick out of this.”

“I can’t believe how good of a sport you’ve been,” Kennedy chokes out between fits of laughter. “Tyler wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the things you’ve done with us.”

“Either would Carter,” Sydney chimes in. “I told him what we were doing before I left the house, and he was shocked Jamie was helping us out with this project.”

“I’m doing this for Charlie. I could care less about bridal showers or bachelorette parties, and I certainty do not want to make penis cakes, but if this is what she wants, then I will do it. What choice do I have?”

“You’re a good egg, Jamie. Charlotte is lucky to have you.” Sydney says, holding up her cake to admire her work. She wrote Eat Me on her monster cock cake. At least Sydney keeps things interesting. “But Charlotte never asked us to make penis cakes,” she adds with a chuckle. “That was my idea.”

“Of course it was,” Kennedy announces, frowning at Sydney.

“But you said—” I mutter before Sydney interrupts my train of thought with her laughter.

“I just wanted to see if you would do it. And look how much fun we all had doing this together.”

“There you go playing your games with men again,” Kennedy says, giving Sydney an evil look. “You’re supposed to be reformed. Poor Jamie had to decorate balls.”

She shrugs, flashing Kennedy a girlish look. “What? It’s not like guys don’t get blue balls.”

“You would know all about that. That’s your area of expertise.” Kennedy covers her mouth with her hand and chuckles.

“Oh, c’mon, Ken, I’m just having some fun. Live a little.” Sydney shoots an apologetic smile in my direction. “You survived, right, Jamie? It wasn’t that bad.”

I take a seat on a stool in my kitchen, across from Sydney, and place my palms on the island. “Barely. I might be scarred for life. Making a penis cake for Charlie was disturbing, to say the least.”

“It was fun,” Regan says, leaning her head on my shoulder. She lowers her voice so that only I can hear, as Sydney and Kennedy start up their own conversation that sounds almost like an argument. “All this baking and talks about monster cocks makes me want to play with yours.”

I hook my arm around her back and pull her tight against my chest to plant a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not that big.”

She smiles up at me. “You try fitting it in your mouth. It ain’t small, babe.”

Nestling my face in the crook of her neck I laugh, keeping my voice to a whisper. “If you don’t stop it, I will be hard. Now, all I can think about is your lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Patience,” she says with a wink. “After the girls leave tonight, you are all mine.” She touches her lips with her index finger, smiling with her eyes. “I plan to meld my lips to your cock. That much I can promise.”

“Are you going to make a Star Trek reference every time we have sex for the rest of our lives?”

She shrugs against my chest. “It’s kind of our thing now.”

I shake my head. “You’re weird.”

“So are you,” she says, smacking me in the shoulder. “Your nerd superpowers rubbed off on me. I can’t help it.”

“You were already a nerd before I met you,” I spit back.

“That’s why we’re perfect together.”

“You know, I never would have taken you for a closet nerd based on the night we’d met.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “And why is that?”

“You reminded me of Charlie in the basketball shorts and jersey. I thought you were more sporty than nerdy. But that was one of the things I liked about you.”

“That I was sporty?” She asks, confused. “What’s so exciting about that? Other than basketball and hockey, you’re not all the into sports.”

“You were down-to-earth and had this vibe about you that reminded me so much of Charlie that I knew we would get along. And I was right.”

“Knowing how much she means to you, I am flattered.” She holds her palm up to her chest and smiles.

Bending down, I suck on her bottom lip, before parting her lips with my tongue, gripping her hair in my hands as I kiss her softly. Interrupted by Sydney clearing her throat, the kiss only lasts a few seconds, leaving me wanting more.

“I’d tell you to get a room,” Sydney says, “but since you live here, I think it’s time we finish up with these cakes, and leave you two to fucking.”

“No filter,” Kennedy says to Sydney, shooting me an apologetic look.

“Yeah,” I stammer, “I think that’s a good idea.”

Regan looks as though she wants to hide behind me from embarrassment. But I know she’s dying for them to leave just as much as I am.