Irreparable (Wounded Souls) (10 page)

“Jameson.” She gives me that stern look and I smile
as she looks at me. “Don’t even act like you don’t want it babe.” I give her the same stern look and she laughs.  “I am pretty sure the evidence is against me even if I wanted to lie to you.”  I laugh loudly because she’s right
; she’s so wet.

“I want to try something Jameson.” She sits up and I groan as my finger slides out of her. “And what would that be?” I raise an eyebrow and she sits up and looks at me. I hate when she sees me like this;
I hate not having my legs.  These bandages make it extremely hard for me to feel at all
sexy, even if I do have a six pack and biceps and on and on. Most people can’t even tell I don’t have legs especially in my jeans, but damn being exposed like this, even in front of someone that loves you, is
hard. 

“Don’t laugh at me.” She looks at me and bites her lip, and I wonder what she has going on in that pretty little head of hers. She leans down and kisses my neck and then kisses the tattoo on my shoulder.
 
S
he starts making her way down my stomach and to my already hard cock. 

“Sam… you don’t have to do-” but she cuts me off.

“Yes, yes I do. So shut up and let me.” She smiles and kisses my belly button.
 
She sits up and I immediately come up on my elbows to watch her.

“You know Jameson, you’re incredible, you’re sexy, and
you’re an amazing man.  I’m lucky to be the girl you want, even if I don’t deserve it.”  She looks at me and then kisses my right thigh, where my bandage is.  Is she really trying to make me feel like not having legs isn’t damning? 

She works her way back up to my cock, and slides her tongue around the tip of it. “Ohh God!” I moan probably way louder than I should, but I don’t care. This girl’s tongue feels amazing.

She licks down my shaft and back up a few times before circling the head again and if she keeps that up,
I am not going to make it through.  I
softly grab a handful of her blonde and purple hair and she lets out a breathy sigh. “Sam, baby that feels so good,” I say breathless and she takes me into her mouth. “OH my God!” I bite my lip, to keep from sounding like a fourteen year old getting his first blow job.

Sam starts to suck and move up and down and I don’t know if I have ever seen anything hotter. She looks up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, and something hotter just happened. I am about to be an erupting volcano if she doesn’t stop.

“Sam, I hiss out as she sucks me faster. I don’t want to come in her mouth;
I want to be deep inside of her. “SAM!” I growl and pull her off me.  “Come up here
.
I need to be buried inside you.” 
Had I known she could move that fast I would have said that five minutes ago.

“Hi,” she breathes into my face and I smile.

“Hi there,
” I reply and then groan out as she slides down onto my cock.  Holy shit, she feels incredible.
Things totally just got hotter,
too.  I smile as she leans her hands back on my thighs and arches her back letting me get even deeper inside her
. For someone to not have any experience,
she sure knows what to do.  “Sam, that’s it baby
! Don’t stop.” I grab her hips and help her bounce up and down as we both work towards release.
 

Her breathing picks up and her tits bounce faster as she bucks, working towards her own orgasm.
  I know
that as soon as she reaches hers,
I will be following right over the edge.  I can feel her starting to tighten, her muscles clenching my dick as she bounces. “JAMESON!!!!!” Her head goes back and she shudder
s and that’s all it takes. A
guttural moan comes from me as I explode deep inside her.  My cock
is throbbing from the pressure built up inside of
me. 

Sam falls on my chest, breathing hard trying to catch her breath. I wrap her up in my arms and
I finally feel at peace.  It’s been a whole year and a half since I lost my legs, and finally I have something that helps me feel whole
.
 
For once, I feel like I have something to look forward to.

It’s been two weeks since that night, the night that Sam and I made love. It has been the best two weeks of my life. The shop is doing well, except for that damn kid that likes to come and play the guitar. Uncle Scott stops by every now and then to see how things are. W
e are working out a deal to pay him back everything he’s invested even though he says I don’t have to. 
He says that I’ve given enough for his freedom and it’s the least he can do.

Sam and I have been having sex as often as we can, and all I can think about is having her by my side. She has become this ever present thought and I don’t ever want to have a day go by where I don’t think of her. . I am sitting at the counter with my hand on my chin, thinking about what happened last night.

“Jameson…”  I look up to see Sam standing in some little sexy lingerie concoction.  How in the hell men don’t die of heart attacks when women
wear stuff like this I will never know. It’s this hot pink see through lace thing that barely covers her tits and comes right below her ass. However, I can see the lime green thong she’s wearing underneath it peeking out. Instantly my cock is hard and I am having trouble controlling the beat of my heart and my breathing.

“My God Sam, are you trying to kill me?” She smiles and comes to the couch and drops in front of me onto her knees. I don’t know how I got so lucky but Sam loves to give just as much as she receives and she gives
it good.  I groan out
my appreciation as she pulls my cock out of my boxer briefs, but then she stops.

“Uh, what?” I look down and she has that damn Cheshire cat grin on her face. What the hell is she thinking? Her hands go down to my prosthetic and before I know what she’s doing, she has the damn thing off.
  “Sam, don’t
,” I growl out and she smiles.

“I love everything about you Jameson, and tonight this is about you, not me. I intend to give you pleasure, and I intend to do it with you, only you. You are beautiful without these.” She takes the other off and rubs my knee where the prosthetic was. This is another thing
I love about Sam.  It’s like she knows that I don’t
think of myself as a man
and she can see through my façade.  She leans in
, kisses my nub and then massages it with her fingers before she gets up on her knees again and bites her lip.

She giggles when the moan comes from me and my head goes back. Then, I feel her mouth on my cock. Fuck, she sure knows
how to make the blood flow.  I look down and she’s staring back at me with those greyish blue eyes and I moan out my appreciation.

“Sam, please baby.”  She takes that as her cue and circles my shaft with her hand and starts to pump matching the rhythm her
mouth
is doing, leaving me panting.  She looks up at me and I put my fingers in her hair, running them
through it and tugging it softly. Her teeth graze my sensitive skin, but not in a way to hurt me. My girl is teasing me and damn, it feels so good.

“Sam… If you don’t stop I’m going to come in that hot little mouth of yours.” I push my hips up to give her reason to believe I am not joking.

“Jameson!” My head snaps up at the sound of my name and a heavy sigh leaves my mouth.

“Jameson!!” I look down and huff. I’d better not stand up or I’m completely busted.

“Uh, hi momma.” I blush a little as
she stands there in her black pant suit and silk shirt, both ironed and impeccable.  Her hair
is pulled into an elegant bun, typical Jennifer Carter style. “Son, I’ve been standing here for two minutes trying to get your attention. You could have been robbed!” I burst out laughing.

“Sorry momma, I was um, I was thinking.” She raises an eyebrow and puts her hand on her hip.

“Son, for some reason I think those thoughts will have you burning in hell.” I can’t help it and I laugh again.

“Jameson, I love that you’re
happy, but are you sure this is what you want?  I mean, I know something horrible happened to Sam.
This isn’t about pity is it? ” Wait,
what?  She knew?

“What? Mom, how do you know about Sam?” I slam my hands down on the counter. I look around at the two people playing with drums in the back of the shop but other than that it’s pretty quiet.

“Son, Kathy and I are close friends. How do you think you and Luke really got to be so close?” She twirls her ring on her finger, which makes me wonder if she’s ever going to remarry. Dad’s been gone for ten years now and she’s hardly been out with anyone
.  “When you two first met, Luke stole your new plane
that your grandpa bought for you, and you came home crying. You didn’t want anything
to do with that boy after that. 
Kathy and I, well,
we made sure you would.  You boys needed a brother
type
you could rely on for anything.  Luke
is that for you.” She smiled and looked at me.

“Momma, what’s on your mind?”  I look at her and she
frowns
. 

“I loved your daddy. He made me happy, the kind of happy I see when you are with Sam. Just guard your heart baby.” Her smile falters but doesn’t disappear. T
ypical Jennifer.  “After what
Mary-Beth
did to you, I couldn’t imagine you ever getting over that.  You did though, and I know it was because of Samantha.  Don’t lose it son, it’s hard to come by.” 
The bell rings and in walks a man in his late fifties, with salt and pepper hair, and he’s probably standing at 6’2.He must work out because those arms of his are almost as big as mine.

“Hi, can I help you find something sir?” As, I walk around the counter I see mom looking at him. Holy shit, did she just blush?
 

“I was just passing through. I just moved here not too long ago. Well a few towns over, but a friend had told me about this
store.  I was interested in a piano, but I see you don’t have much in those terms.”  He looks at me apologetically. 

“You’re right but I have a few books though. I have a couple keyboards but the piano’s we just don’t have a big enough location. However,
I can order you in anything you want, even custom.”  I notice he isn’t even looking at me
. He’s noticed something behind me and I turn.

I’ll be damned. He isn’t looking at the keyboards,
that’s for sure.  “I’ll go and get the book out of the office for you.”  I have to stifle a chuckle when I see him checking out my mom’s ass.  Well maybe Mr. Salt and
Pepper will make my mom’s eyes shine again.

I come back and Mom waves at me as she’s walking out the door. “Come eat dinner one day this week Jameson! Love you!” I turn my attention back to the man in front of me.

“Roger,” he says as he
holds his hand out for me to shake, and I oblige. 

“Son.” I smirk, rubbing my arm as he stands there and
laughs. 

“Marine, I hear?”  He smiles and looks down. 
“My son was a marine. He lost his life about a year ago in a bombing accident.”

“You said your name was Roger?” My heart starts beating and I can’t breathe. There are tons of things that happen. We can’t be talking about the same accident. He can’t be one of the guys’ fathers, can he?

“Yes. Roger Andrews.” I grab the counter but not before the light fades.

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I come to and see Blake standing over me, and the man from earlier. “Blake.” I grab his shirt holding onto him, much like I did when I learned that Andrews, Black, Miller, and Jackson would never say another word to me again.

“Will,” I whisper, and the man looks at me. Blake looks confused and so does the man. “Your son, he was William Andrews?” I look at the man and he pales. Damn, same incident.