Jasmine

I awakened sprawled across Alamo’s chest and tried not to move because I loved where I was. The problem was, I couldn’t keep from kissing his pec, and ended up waking him.

“’Mornin’,” he rasped, giving me a squeeze.

“Hi. Sorry I woke you.”

He grinned. “You can wake me like that any day.”

“Feel like taking a shower with me?”

“Hell, yeah, I do.”

I threw the covers off, receiving a muffled meow from Scruffy. “Oh, crap, sorry,” I said, and pulled the covers off my cat. “Mommy didn’t mean to bury you.” I pulled him close and snuggled him. “Stay here, okay?”

“Do you expect him to answer you?” Alamo asked.

I grinned. “You never know. He talks to me all the time.”

Alamo chuckled and headed into the bathroom. I heard the water start and followed him in, my bladder screaming for relief. Alamo stepped into the shower and I decided to pee first, then joined him.

He grinned, kissing me gently as he guided me under the water. I had other ideas, however, and I knelt in front of him, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking gently before covering the tip with my mouth. As the water cascaded over us, I took him deeper and Alamo threaded his fingers in my hair and squeezed my scalp. I gripped his length and pulled down as I took him further. He grunted as I continued working his cock with my mouth and hand. I cupped his balls, taking his length all the way to the back of my throat, moving my hand faster and faster, practically gagging myself. It drove me to distraction. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

“Now, baby.”

I sucked a little harder, flattening my hands on the back of his thighs as his body locked, and he came in my mouth. I waited until his hands left my head, and then I released his cock and swallowed everything down, just as his hands slid under my armpits and pulled me up. He kissed me deeply as he anchored me to the wall.

“That was a tasty breakfast,” I said, and Alamo laughed.

“You seemed to enjoy that.”

“Loved it,” I admitted.

“Love that, Firefly,” he said, then kissed me. He cupped my breast, rolling my nipple into a tight bud as his tongue met mine and I slid my hands to his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

“Don’t you need a minute?”

“Do I look like I need a minute?”

I grinned and wrapped my legs around him and he guided himself inside of me. Gripping his shoulders to keep steady, I kissed him, and he held my ass as he pounded into me. “Alamo,” I rasped.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “So okay.”

He continued to bury himself inside of me, so fast I nearly lost my grip on him. Lucky for me, he held me secure, continuing to lavish attention on my nipples as he fucked me soundly.

As my orgasm washed over me, I dropped my head to his shoulder and held on. I didn’t wonder at the fact he held me against the wall without effort, or the fact that I was naked in the shower with a man, and I’d never been here before. I simply held on tight and felt. All of it.

“Fuck!” he breathed out.

I smiled.

“You are so fuckin’ perfect.”

I kissed his neck. “Of course I’m perfect. Your dick’s still inside me. Tell me that when I piss you off.”

“You’ll never piss me off, so it won’t be an issue.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He chuckled. “Probably shoulda kept my mouth shut, huh?”

“Probably.”

He slid out of me and I set my feet on the floor, keeping my arms around him as he kissed me gently.

“Goddammit,” he snapped.

“What’s wrong?”

“Forgot the fuckin’ condom.” He dragged his hands through his hair. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Got tested a couple days ago so you can rest easy. Should get the results in a day or two.” He frowned. “But that’s not the point. I shoulda been more in control.”

“I’m on the pill, Mo. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Jasmine.” He shook his head and kissed me gently. “It won’t happen again.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t like that answer because this little ungloved session had been amazing.

“Spit it out, Firefly.”

“Alamo.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want this not to happen again. I want this to happen again at least two more times.”

“I’m saying this won’t happen unwrapped.”

“I know exactly what you were saying,” I said, sliding my hands up his chest. “I like it this way.”

He smiled. “Me too, baby, but I want you to know for certain I’m clean, so you never have a question.”

“Well, I trust you, but, you’re right. If I don’t look out for myself, I’ll feel like an idiot if you dump me.”

“Whoa, where the fuck did that come from?”

“I was joking.”

He frowned. “I don’t like you joking like that, Jasmine. So, maybe stop, okay?”

“Yep.”

I said ‘yep,’ but didn’t necessarily agree.

“Babe.”

“What?” I asked, and stepped out of the shower.

“Goddammit,” he snapped, and flipped the water off.

I walked into my bedroom and pulled fresh clothes from my drawers, but Alamo took my hand and turned me to face him. “What just happened?” he asked. “And don’t try to brush it off or minimize it, Jasmine. I want the truth.”

“You can’t handle the truth.”

He lifted my chin. “Okay, Jazz, that’s your one.”

“My one?”

“Brush off.”

I sighed. He stroked my cheek... waiting.

“It’s fine. I’m just feeling a little insecure and I took it to a level it didn’t need to go.”

“Tell me.”

I bit my lip and dropped my eyes. “I shouldn’t have told you I’m falling in love with you.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s too soon.”

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Do you wanna take it back?”

I shook my head.

“Baby, look at me.” I met his eyes and forced back tears. Alamo smiled gently and pulled me against him, wrapping his arm around me. “Don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me.”

“I don’t, honestly. I just don’t want to get all female on you.”

He chuckled. “Jasmine, I know you’re a female. You getting ‘all female’ on me doesn’t scare me.”

“You might regret saying that.”

He lifted my head and kissed my nose. “I’m all in, Firefly. I’ll regret nothing.”

“You make me feel invincible and totally vulnerable at the same time,” I admitted. “I don’t like it.”

“No?”

“Well, I like it when I’m invincible... but not when I feel all jello-y.” I frowned. “My knees go all weak and I feel needy and shit. It’s pathetic.”

Alamo laughed. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful.”

“This is not beautiful, Mo.”

“All of you is beautiful, baby.” He smiled, stroking my face. “I’ll take it all. The good, the bad, the crazy, and the needy. Whatever you give me. Any time you give it. And I’ll especially take your body.” He kissed me, tugging my towel from my body. “Right now.”

I licked my lips. “Okay. You can have it.”

“Like that answer,” he said with a chuckle. “On your knees.”

After pulling his towel from his waist (fair was fair), I climbed onto the bed and he settled himself behind me. Rolling a condom on, he guided himself inside of me and I dropped my head back at the sensation. He gripped my hips and I whimpered, pushing my body back against him.

“Mmm, you like that, huh?” He slammed into me again, sliding one hand between my legs and fingering my clit, as his body rocked slower, but deeper.

“God, Mo,” I moaned. “Harder.”

Before he could respond, Scruffy jumped on the bed and began to weave between my arms, rubbing his head under my chin. I couldn’t help giggling, totally killing the vibe. I pushed Scruffy gently, hoping he’d get the hint to leave the bed. He did. For about five seconds.

“Ohmigod,” I ground out, jabbing a finger at my cat. “Stay.”

“Meow.” Scruffy stretched out and stared at me.

“We can stop,” Alamo said.

“Absolutely not,” I growled, pressing my ass back against him. “Ignore him.”

“Babe.”

“Goddammit, Mo. Get there. Make it quick.”

He chuckled, but moved again and made it quick, getting both of us ‘there’ in record time and guiding me to the mattress before sliding out of me.

“Fuckin’ cat,” he grumbled, heading to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

I glared at Scruffy. “Fucking cat, indeed.”

“Meow.”

Alamo walked back into the room, scooped Scruffy up, and set him outside the door. He then made his way back to me, stretching out on the bed, and gathering me in his arms. “Never feel like you’re inferior, Jasmine. Especially with me.”

I slid my arm over his body and snuggled closer. “Sometimes it’s hard,” I admitted.

“How come?”

“Because you’re illegally perfect.”

“I like where this is going. Keep talkin’,” he joked.

“I have never been with anyone prettier than me. It’s intimidating.”

He shifted so he could meet my eyes. “Are you high?”

“Not currently. Are you offering?” I asked, deflecting.

He smiled, stroking my cheek. “That’s your second one.”

I sighed. “How many do I get?”

“Three.”

I wrinkled my nose. “That’s not a lot.”

“At some point, you need to realize I’ve got your back, baby, so three is a lot,” he said. “Explain.”

“You are beautiful. Like, impossibly pretty. I’m me. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I think I’m ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but I have been raised with Jules, who is model gorgeous. Did you know she was Miss Georgia Teen fifteen years ago?”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, she’s still just as gorgeous and—”

He laid his fingers over my mouth. “Stop.”

“I’m trying to explain.”

“Don’t care.” He rolled me, so he could hover above me. “Listen up.”

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip... because I had to... and he leaned down and kissed me gently. “I’m listening.”

“Jules is beautiful, you’re right,” he said. “She’s also cool as hell.”

“True.”

“There are a lot of beautiful women in the world,” he continued. “I’m not gonna insult you by listing all the things about you that I like better than Jules.”

“You can list them. It’s okay.”

“We’ll get to that later.” He smiled. “There are a lot of beautiful women in the world, but what I think you’re not recognizing is that you are more beautiful than most, and to me, you’re more beautiful than all of them. I love that you’re not rail thin. I love that you’ve got some seriously ample tits and ass. I love that your pussy tastes like honey, and you smell like vanilla. It drives me insane. I love that you’re funny and sweet, and I especially love that you think I’m impossibly gorgeous. You boost my ego, and that makes me feel like I can rule the world.”

“Mo,” I whispered.

“So, now I need to figure out what I gotta say to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

“Good luck with that.”

He kissed me again. “Challenge accepted.”

“I appreciate that, honey, but it’s really not your job. I’m just having a bad day... probably PMS.” I smiled. “Not that I’m saying I don’t want you to tell me how beautiful you think I am, but ultimately, me being happy with me is my job.”

“I hear you, Firefly, but I think that job starts with you not reciting shitty things about you. And you need to stop replaying the tape in your head that tells you you’re not perfect just the way you are.”

I sighed. “I’ll work on that.”

“I’d appreciate it,” he said, and kissed me again... right as his phone buzzed.

Keeping contact with me, he reached for the nightstand and snagged his phone, putting it to his ear. “Alamo. Hey, brother. What the fuck?” He sat up, releasing me.

I sat up as well, crisscrossing my legs and settling my chin in my hand.

“No. Goddammit, Doom, why the fuck—no. Yeah, I hear ya. Okay. Be there in twenty.” He dropped his phone on the bed and stood.

I bit my lip, hating to see his jeans slide up over his perfect ass. “So, should I plan on you being back in a few hours?”

“Probably not. This is gonna take a while.”

I smiled. “I have to leave here at two-thirty to meet Kelly and her kids at the Y.”

“Text me when you leave, yeah?”

“Okey doke.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “You want me to crash here tonight?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll text you when I’m wrappin’ shit up.”

“Okay, honey.” I smiled. “Before the swim lesson, I have some errands to run and I should probably hit the grocery store.”

“Not alone.”

“What?”

“I’ll get a recruit on you.”

I frowned. “I shop on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis alone all the time, Mo. I’m good.”

He dragged his T-shirt over his head and raised an eyebrow. “You’re not alone anymore, Jasmine, so you’re gonna let your man watch out for you.”

“Okay, in theory, I don’t have an issue with that, but how far is this stalking going to go?”

“Depends on how long this creep decides he’s gonna fuckin’ rape and kill women in the area.”

“I’m always careful, Mo,” I said. “I have pepper spray, I park in well-lit and crowded areas close to the entrance of wherever I’m going—”

“’Preciate that, baby, but I’d feel better if you let me do this for you.”

“Will they carry my purchases?”

He chuckled. “Up to you.”

“I’ve always wanted a chauffeur-slash-butler-type person, so be sure whoever comes is tall, built, and cute.”

Alamo scowled. “Cute?”

“Yes. Cute. I’d like to enjoy looking at him if I can’t be with you.”

“Not sendin’ someone cute, Firefly. Shove that desire deep down inside.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Semi-cute?”

“No.”

“Gator?”

“Fuck, no.” He laughed, sitting in one of my chairs. “If anyone looks at you sideways, he’s liable to haul off and hit them.”

“I think he’d be fine. He’s not as protective of me as he is of Willow,” I countered.

“You don’t think?” he challenged, pulling on his boots.

“Says you.” I grinned. “Fine, Badger.”

“Badger’s with Quin.” He rose to his feet and slid his phone into his pocket. “I’m gonna send Shadow.”

“He’s, like, twelve.”

“Nineteen,” he said. “I know him. I trust him.”

“He is cute.” I sighed. “If you like monosyllabic types.”

Alamo shook his head. “You keep this up, I’ll send Milky.”

I shivered. Milky was called Milky not just because of his pasty complexion, but also because he had a bad eye. And the reason you knew it was bad, was because it looked... well, milky. It was kind of weird and disconcerting, especially when he left his sunglasses off.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I might.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “Shadow’ll text you before he gets here.”

“Okay.” I stroked his face. “Have a good day, dear.”

He laughed as he kissed me again, then left me naked in my bed.