Jamie's Heart [Amazon Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

“Come for me, Jamie”

“No, not like this. I want you inside me.”

“You will have me, believe me you will, but I want to take the edge off for you. Come for me.”

He increased his efforts to please her, and he was rewarded when her hands landed on his head, hugging him closer. She tensed in his arms, and for a brief moment stopped breathing. She made no sound at all, but he knew she had reached her peak.

She collapsed in his arms, but he made sure to catch her.

“That was…”

“Only the beginning,” he reassured her as he gently lay her down on the woodland floor.

“I can’t do this, Conrad. This,” she said as she placed her hand over his racing heart, “is too much. I can’t take it.”

“You can and you will,” he demanded, leaving no room for discussion.

He kissed a path down her neck, between her breasts, and over her flat stomach. He wanted to taste every inch of her skin, but right now he had something more edible in mind. He used his knees to separate her legs and situated himself at the apex of her thighs.

Conrad hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and slowly pulled then off of her. She lifted her hips to help the process along then lifted her legs, allowing his gaze to enjoy travelling the full length of her exposed skin. Before she could drop her legs back down, he caught them and rested them on his shoulder. Looking down, he had an almost perfect few of heaven, but almost wasn’t good enough.

He grabbed her by the waist, and she looked at him in confusion, unsure of his intention. She yelped when he dragged her along the ground and pulled her hips up toward his mouth. All she now rested on were her shoulders on the ground and her legs curled over his shoulders. It was a good thing Amazons, especially the women, were so flexible. She may not have been incredibly comfortable, but he was about to make her forget all about it. He now had a perfect view of her pussy, which also just so happened to be within licking distance.

* * * *

What the hell kind of position is this? Jamie thought to herself moments before Conrad’s lips were upon her and all thought fled.

“Oh, God.”

He licked and teased the lips of her most sensitive flesh. She wanted to move, but the position made it difficult, and Conrad held her firmly in place as he tortured her with his mouth.

He nipped and flicked her clit ever so briefly before he moved to lap at her juices. She wanted, no, she needed more.

“More, Conrad, I need more.”

“You’ll get it. Be patient.”

Patient, my ass. If she still had her Amazon strength, she would push him down and have her own way with him, but she couldn’t do that, all she could do was surrender to his will.

* * * *

She was delicious. She had just become his new favorite flavor. She was unlike anything he had ever tasted, sweet but with a bit of a tang. It was pure Jamie.

He was surprised she hadn’t tried to take more control though.

Jamie was always one to fight for what she wanted. She wasn’t just physically strong, but her strength of character was unmatched by anyone he knew.

That’s why he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t fighting him now. She may not be physically stronger than him anymore, but she was a warrior to the core. If she wanted something, she would find a way to get it. He knew she wanted things to move along faster, but she was just accepting what he was doing. He wasn’t complaining, of course, but it just wasn’t like her.

He came out of his musing when he felt a gentle slap on his naked thigh.

“What the hell are you doing? Focus!”

Now that was the feisty woman he knew and loved.

Wait, loved? Did he? He had never been in love before. He had always said he loved Jamie and Jordon as sisters, but the way he felt toward Jamie now was so far removed from “sister,” it didn’t seem real.

“I swear to God, Conrad, if you stop one more time, I’ll kill you.”

He smiled down at her. He would have time to think later, and right now he had more important things to do.

Conrad blew a cold breath of air over her heated core, tearing a gasp from the sexy woman in his arms.

He went back to licking and teasing her entrance, avoiding where she would want him most. He stiffened his tongue and fucked her with it. He saw her hands frantically searching for something to hang on to as she writhed, as best she could, against him. The sight nearly had him coming in his jeans, but tonight was about her. He would wait until she had found her release two more times before he would take his own pleasure by sinking into her welcoming sheath.

Eventually, he decided she had endured enough oral torture and sealed his lips over her clit and sucked with all his might and flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh. She came undone, screaming in his arms.

He gentled his touch to ease her down from her climax. He shuffled back and lowered her body to the ground, regrettably removing his mouth from perfection.

He looked down at her. She looked exhausted and sated. She lay on the ground with her eyes closed, completely open and exposed to him. He had never seen her look so vulnerable.

It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

He continued to ease her still throbbing pussy by stroking his fingers through her core.

“What about you?” she asked without opening her eyes. She blindly and weakly reached out for him.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“We’re not done yet,” he said as he thrust two fingers inside of her.

Her eyes popped open almost comically as she gasped.

Before giving her a chance to speak, he covered her mouth with his. The kiss wasn’t as gentle as before. He was getting desperate for his own release, and he wanted to be able to last long enough to please her.

He pulled back, completely disengaging from the woman below him.

“No!” she shouted.

“Shh…you’ll get what you want.”

He needed time to calm himself down. He refused to rush this. He stood, giving them both time to catch their breaths as he undressed.

She stared at him the whole time with hunger in her eyes.

“Keep looking at me like that, and this will be over sooner than either of us wants.”

She looked up at him shyly and bit her lip. It amazed him how such a confident woman could be so self-conscious.

When he stood before her completely naked, he dropped back down to his knees, between her legs, and leaned over her so his face was level with hers.

“Don’t look away. Stay focused on me”

With a more gentle touch this time, he pushed two fingers back into her opening. Slowly, Conrad massaged her internal walls while using his thumb to pleasure her clit.

Their eyes remained locked together, and he saw so many emotions flicker behind her eyes as he was sure she did his. Keeping his eyes open, so he could watch every second of her pleasure, he leaned in for a slow, sensuous kiss.

It was weird kissing each other while they both had their eyes open, watching each other, but it was also the most intimate thing he had ever done with a woman. He had never felt so close or connected to anyone. Jamie might as well have been looking directly at his soul.

While he kept the kiss soft and languid, he increased the tempo of his thrusting fingers. He could see she was finding it more and more difficult to keep her eyes open and on him. They were becoming dazed and unfocused. Conrad thought it was sexy as hell, and he was responsible for it. He never let up with his mouth or his hands.

Her movement below him became jerky and uncoordinated. She was close.

He rubbed furiously at her clit while his fingers shuttled in and out of her delectable body.

When her body tensed up completely beneath him, he covered her mouth with his as he swallowed her scream, all the while watching a look of pure ecstasy cross her face. At that moment he felt like the most powerful man in the world. He had put that look on her face, him.

Without a word between them, he lifted his body from her slightly so he could use his now soaking wet hand as lubricant on his hard-as-steel cock.

After a quick coat of her juice on his cock, he lined himself up and eased his way into nirvana. He didn’t want any space between them, so he lowered his body onto hers so they were chest to chest and hooked his arms under her shoulders.

His thrusts were long, slow, and deep.

He felt her reach behind him and hold on to his back. Her nails clawed him, once again leaving her mark. He loved when she did that, but he wanted something everyone would be able to see. So when he couldn’t hold back any longer and his thrusting increased, he tilted his head to the side and buried it in the curve of her neck and shoulder.

Leaving his neck exposed, ready for her bite.

* * * *

She was on fire, she was exhausted, and she was in love.

This was the best and worst moment of her life. She had never felt so much pleasure, intensity, and closeness as she did with Conrad at that moment. Nothing ever had or would compare to this moment. He was completely in tune with her, and he was giving her everything she never thought she would get.

When he had made them look at each other while they kissed and he brought her to completion with his hand, she felt exposed, raw, and cherished.

Even now, as he made love to her with every inch of his gorgeous body, she felt whole, complete. She never wanted this moment to end.

When it did, she knew she would never be with Conrad again or feel anything as exquisite. He was opening himself to her, his neck exposed for her to stake her claim. She hesitated, knowing that her bite would mean the end.

Just a bit longer. She needed this to last just a little bit longer.

Conrad was unraveling in her arms. He was becoming frantic, and he pleasured her body with his. He was grunting and groaning, to which she replied with moans and gasps. The end was getting closer, her peak was nearing. She desperately ran her hands over as much of Conrad’s sweating flesh as she could, just trying to make the most of the last few moments.

She licked her spot on his neck, and it was her spot, tasting him as tears sprung to her eyes. She inhaled his scent when she felt he couldn’t hold back anymore and struck with enough pressure to leave her mark on the man she loved. Her teeth clamping down on his tender skin brought them both their release.

The both shook in each other’s arms. She was reluctant to let him go, and she knew once she did it would be the end.

As he pulled away a few moments later, tears were falling freely from her eyes. She tried to avert her gaze so he wouldn’t see, but he cupped the side of her face and brought it into his line of vision.

When she met him face-to-face, she saw that his eyes also had a simmering glaze to them and a look that said he was hurting as much as she was over what they both knew was coming next.

They both just stared at each other for a while before slowly getting dressed, each of them prolonging their good-bye.

“You deserve someone better.” That was not what she was expecting.

“What?” She was shocked, hurt, and angry. How could he say that to her after what had just happened?

“I spoke to Jordon. She was crying at the shore of the reservoir. She told me why you’re sick.”

“What?” she exclaimed as she fumed. How could someone go from completely happy to full-blown rage in the space of a few moments? This was not how she wanted things to end between her and Conrad.

“She told me you were dying. I could see by the despair on her face that she was telling the truth. A broken heart is the only thing that can kill an Amazon, and she blames me for yours.”

“What?” She realized she was stuck on repeat, but she couldn’t think of anything else to say, she felt so lost and confused.

“I know I’ve been selfish, being with you one last time, but I just had to. It was the only way I could go through with this…You need to find someone else, someone who can fix what I broke.” Jamie saw a tear run down his face, and it damn near tore her in two. She didn’t know what to think or feel anymore. She was numb.

“The first time we were together, I broke your heart, and because of that you are dying. I am so sorry, Jay. You must know I would never do anything to hurt you like that. I never even thought it was possible.”

She knew this wasn’t his fault, not really. She knew better than anyone that you can’t help who you love or, in Conrad’s case, don’t love.

The extreme sorrow she saw on his face was the reflection of how she felt. She wanted to tell him that she understood, but she didn’t.

“You should find a man you want, a man you care about, and…” He paused. Apparently Conrad found what he was about to say difficult to get out. “Be with him, love him, make a future with him. Find a man that will save your heart, Jay”

Dumbstruck. It was the only way she could describe how she felt.

“So you want me to be with
another
man so he can mend my broken heart. A heart which you, Conrad Quin, broke. That’s what you’re telling me?” She had to make sure she understood him correctly.

“Yes,” he said, defeated. “This isn’t easy for me, but if that will mend your heart, then you will live, and you
have
to live, Jay. That’s all I care about. There’s nothing else I can do.”

In a way, she felt sorry for him. He was showing that he truly did care about her and that he didn’t want her to die, but the fact he couldn’t see that
he
should be the one to mend her heart spoke volumes.

Jamie took a moment to steady her nerves and her emotions. She walked up to the only man she had ever and would ever love and placed one last, soft kiss upon his lips before she turned away and walked back in the direction of the party.

She refused to turn back as she heard him mumble, “What else can I do?” She walked away, leaving her heart and soul behind. She thought to herself and answered his question, willing him to somehow hear her unspoken words.