He released my hair and my head rolled forward, leaning against his as I felt him fumbling with his pants. His fingers withdrew from my entrance and he lifted me up, knocking our plates to the side and sat me down onto the thick wooden table. He pulled the boxers off of me and thrust his cock inside of me. I grabbed at his arms as the pain of our earlier session sang out through my body. He slowed, letting our bodies become acquainted with each other once more and looked down at me, “I have forever to fuck you, baby. Gonna make love to you.”
And he did, on the table in his small kitchen, Jameson made love to me. He was slow and gentle as his hips dipped in and out, thrusting into me until I was screaming his name. I found my release and straddled him as he sat back down in the chair, and then I made love to him. The next week no longer mattered, neither did my upcoming semester of college, the future was no longer decided, but something inside me said that everything would be alright because I would always have Jameson by my side.
Chapter Six
A few weeks later I found myself seeing Joni off at the airport. The conversation we’d had when I returned from my getaway with Jameson, aside from the one I had to have with my parents, was the hardest one I’d ever had in my life. Joni was the kind of girl who partied with her head, not her heart. She didn’t get caught up in the illusion of love, she just wanted to have a good time. She begged me to come back home, but my mind was already made.
“Please, Starla. You don’t have a clue what you’re throwing away by staying here. Besides, you barely know the guy,” Joni spouted from the bed across from mine. Her eyes cut across the room to me, unapprovingly, as she pleaded with me to change my mind. “You have college in a month; you just gonna drop out?”
“I can always transfer. You know there’s a college here. I could study abroad and come home in a few years,” I proclaimed. I’d already readied myself for this argument.
“I can’t believe you,” tears of frustration were now running down her face, “We came here to have a good time before we went off to college. Now you’re just gonna forget all about those plans and stay here with some white trash biker, who may or may not be faithful to you.”
“Don’t you dare judge Jameson. You don’t know him!” I shouted.
“You don’t either!” She jumped from her bed and took off out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her.
We hadn’t talked for two days following that argument; and she did have a point, I didn’t really know Jameson. But I had that feeling in my gut that the right decision was to stay here. After all, I could always buy a plane ticket home if it didn’t work out. Later that afternoon I’d called my parents, and for an hour they took turns shouting and yelling over the phone before they finally calmed down enough to have a regular conversation. My mom cried as I explained to her that I felt that the right thing for me to do was to stay in Ireland. Of course I didn’t go into specifics about Jameson, or the MC, but I told her that I felt a calling and she eventually caved. My dad though, I don’t think he’d ever really be ok with idea, but I was his baby girl and he wanted to give me the world.
I hugged Joni tight as we both shook from the tears that we couldn’t hold back. We’d been strong the entire ride over, both laughing about the fun we’d had in Ireland. But now that it was actually sinking in that she was leaving, and I was staying, we were both a mess. Jameson wasn’t far behind us, leaning against the wall and waiting to take me back to what would now be my future. I got the sense that he still felt that I could change my mind at any time and run off toward the plane with Joni.
“Ok, I gotta go or I’m gonna miss my flight,” she said, wiping the tears that kept falling down her cheeks, “Remember, if anything happens and you want to come home just call. No questions asked, we will get you on the first flight back to Tennessee.”
“I promise, I will. I love you, Joni.” I handed her the duffle bag I had hanging on my shoulder.
“Love you too, Doll.” She smiled and headed down the corridor, turning at the last minute and throwing me a smile and a wink.
As she disappeared into the crowd of people a new wave of tears came flooding over me and I felt Jameson suddenly at my side. His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me close to him and kissed me gently on the temple. “Not too late if you wanna head home, babe.”
“Nope,” I sniffled back the tears and looked up at him, “You’re stuck with me now.”
He smiled down at me, reaching up and wiping the tears from my face and planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Good.”