Nashville SEAL: Jameson: Nashville SEALs (17 page)

His eyes got big and round and then he sat up. “Lizzie! Oh my God, Lizzie, I’m so sorry!”

“Shhh.” She placed her fingers over his mouth and he grabbed her hand with his other one, kissing her palm. He lay her hand against his cheek.

In spite of herself, she was warming to him. He looked horrible. His eyes were red. His forehead looked red like he had a fever. His whole face and neck was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

“She means nothing to me. She followed the limo, apparently we’d hooked up some years ago—I don’t even remember, honest! I’m so sorry for my past. If I could take it—”

It stung a bit, but then she knew there had been others before her. Actually seeing someone he’d slept with was a new experience, but she swallowed and remembered it was her job to listen, to let him tell her what happened. “Shhh. Please, Jameson, just tell me what happened. All of it.”

“First, you have to know what happened at the concert.” He leaned over his knees, lacing his other hand through his hair, and then swallowed.

“Let me get you some water.” She was up and had water with ice from the bucket, kneeling before him. “Here.”

He drained it, leaving the ice behind.

“More?”

“No that was great. I’m fine.” His sorrowful eyes filled with moisture, not quite tears. “God, Lizzie. The last thing in the world I would do. I don’t know how you could ever believe me, but this—” he waved his hand over the room, “This used to happen all the time. I was stalked, I had women bring their daughters.”

“You told me.”

“I mean I had to turn away an old veteran who came to my motel room in a wheelchair, begging me to show his wife a good time. I just could never do that, Lizzie. Maybe there are guys who get off on this sort of thing, but that’s not me. Never has been, even when I was so active.”

“How active? Tell me.”

Jameson leaned back against the couch and wiped the back of his neck with his hand, following it up by rolling his left shoulder. She could tell he didn’t want to answer her question.

“How many of them were there?”

He stopped, his lips coming together in a thin line, looking straight into her eyes and said, “Hundreds, Lizzie. Sometimes three, four times a night, sweetheart.”

He threw his head back, and wiped his eyes with his fingers and wouldn’t look at her. She inhaled, surprised by the reveal. Surprised it was so many.

She sat gently on the couch next to him, but not touching, her hands folded in her lap, her knees together. She massaged her fingers, trying to see her wedding ring through the wavy lines her tears formed.

The only way through this is through Jameson.

Kendra’s words were wiser than she knew. It was hard to take. But it was something she needed to know. It confused her how someone could have so much sex and remain sane. As the fog of hurt faded, she became preoccupied with the mechanics of it. “How—” She didn’t even know where to start. “How did you keep it all straight? I mean, no girlfriends?”

“Oh, sure. I had a girl in every town. It was a problem for me when they’d follow me on the road. That was a real problem.”

“I’ll bet. But how did you manage to—I just don’t understand how you could.”

Jameson sat up, placing his arm carefully around her shoulder. “You mean how could I be with so many women in a single night? Well, you have the dressing room backstage. There were usually two sets, so one before, one between and one after. That wasn’t a problem.” He shrugged. “I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Jameson!” She stiffened to let him know she thought he was lying.

“Well, okay, not all of them I liked, and most of them I don’t remember, honey. Honest.”

That she believed.

“So this one, how did she get into your room?”

“Lizzie, you just give the bell desk a twenty, he gives you a key. Or, in some places when they won’t give the key out for security purposes, they’ll open the door. I usually got a warning someone was waiting for me. That was only common courtesy.”

“The candles, the rose petals?”

“Oh hell, all the time, darlin’. I’d come in and they’d be in the tub, covered in chocolate spread-eagled on the bed. I mean, like I said, I never knew what to expect. And I’ll be honest, it got old.”

“Of course.” Lizzie found part of this amusing. She could see now that being a star was sometimes a heavy burden. Having to perform on stage, having to perform three times a night in the bedroom or dressing room.

“In a limo?”

“Or their car.” He hung his head. “Liz just about anything you can think of, I’ve done. Except for those favors for mothers of underage minors or, you know, disabled vets. I couldn’t do that. Take someone else’s wife. Not that I didn’t sleep with married women, but not that way. That’s not me. They always told me they were separated. I knew it was bullshit half the time, but, well, I was a weak and flawed man, Lizzie. I’m not that way anymore. Honest.”

She allowed his arm to remain over her shoulder, but Jameson rightly didn’t make any advances on her. She believed him, but wasn’t sure what she was going to say next.

“Can I ask you something, Lizzie?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you ask me this before? You know, before the wedding?”

“Because I never ran into it like this. Because we weren’t in that environment I guess. Because I’d waited for you for so long, I didn’t want to know until now.”

Their eyes met.

“I love you, Lizzie. There will never be any other. You never have to worry about that. Ever.”

She liked that he was waiting to hear what she had to say first. When she didn’t answer, he added,

“You’re calling the shots, Lizzie. You say we’re done, and we’re done. I won’t make any claims on you, embarrass you. You want out? I’ll give you that, and I’m gone. But understand, I’m one hundred percent convinced no one in this whole wide world will love you like I will, like I have, and like I do now. No one. You have my whole heart and soul, I promise. You always will, no matter what you say here today.”

“I’m sorry, Jameson. I really am. I saw her, and everything from my past just came crashing in on me. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“Understandable. No one could be prepared for this. I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for it.”

His thumb was rubbing against her shoulder, the gentle back and forth motion raising her heart rate. He carefully put his palm at her ear, rubbing his thumb over her tears.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I wish I could take it all back, my past and everything.”

She nodded, smiling up at him as he bent and kissed her. He was careful, taking his time, letting her tell him she wanted their arousal to deepen. She brought her hand to his face. Looking into his eyes, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

“I don’t deserve you, Lizzie, but God knows, I need you something fierce. So help me God you won’t ever have to worry about anything again. I want to be your husband, your protector, the father of your child, children if we can. There won’t ever be anyone else for me. I’m totally done. You’re the one I was looking for. Always have been.”

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J
ameson wouldn’t have
bet that the evening would turn out the way it did. Although he regretted she had to go through so much pain, he was grateful they were together at last, happy that she had come out to be with him. He hadn’t considered she’d try such a thing, or he might have warned her.

She’d asked him to stop saying he was sorry about the tenth time he did. He lifted her and brought her to his bed, laying her down like the fragile, magical being she was. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he disrobed and then finally stood naked and needing her expression of love like he needed air.

He removed her boots with some difficulty. She wasn’t used to wearing them and they weren’t broken in. In the process, as she was pushing against his thigh so he could remove the last boot, she notice her undies were missing.

He pointed down at her. “That’s just about the sexiest thing you do for me, sweetheart. Love you without panties.”

She smiled, angling her head on the pillow. “It was kind of a turn on to walk all the way through the lobby and into the elevator without them. And then, when I dropped my dress, in the hallway, it made me hot. It was dangerous.

“Yes,” he said, as his hand smoothed over the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Tell me what that felt like.” He peeled her dress up to her waist studying her sex. “Did it feel good right here?” He pinched her nub.

“Oh, yes it did, Jameson. But this feels so much better.”

“I’m hungry for your taste, Lizzie. Are you still mine, sweetheart?”

She frowned, her forehead wrinkling. “Yes, of course.”

“I want to hear you say it. Are you still mine, Lizzie?” His finger slipped inside her opening, but he was watching her face.

“Yes, Jameson.”

“Promise? No hesitation? Now’s your last chance to get out!” His heart was singing. He loved teasing her before sex.

“Yes, Jameson, no hesitation.” She took his hand in one of hers, guiding him until they each inserted a finger into her channel. “Together,” she breathed. Her chest rose as she angled her hips forward and back, making love to their combined fingers. “Take me, please.”

He bent over her, pushing aside their hands and kissed her labia, inserting his tongue, tasting the salty sour sweetness of her pussy, losing himself in her scent, the sounds of her moaning beneath him.

He wanted to be deep inside, so he flipped her over to her belly, lifting her hips and spreading her knees. His nose and then his tongue found her opening again as she jumped and undulated back and forth into the sheets. As she arched backward, raising her sex to him, he pressed his cock into her wetness, feeling her coating all over him, her muscles pulling him deeper still. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her lower torso up and into him, then gripping her hips, moving in rhythm with his own as he rode her hard from behind.

The slapping of their thighs, the bulging hot flesh of breasts spurred him on. He never wanted his pumping to end. She pulled herself to a tripod, balancing herself on her forearms her rear supported by her bent knees. Jameson kneeled to her, holding her tight against him, rocking his hips and plunging in deeper.

He lifted her up, arms across her breasts, leaning her against his chest. He gripped her hips and worked her body up and down on him while she squeezed her own breasts. Delicious moans came from her nearly spent body. He could tell she was ready.

“I’m gonna come now, sweetheart.”

“I’m ready, Jameson. I’ll always be ready for you.”

Morning came too
soon. He was exhausted and neither of them had gotten very much sleep. Every time one of them turned in bed or reached for the other it became a new lovemaking session. He wore her well on his body as the morning light brightened the room without mercy.

He was sporting a huge headache from the champagne. She got up quickly and closed the curtains, grinning from ear to ear.

“What? You got something you want to get off your chest?” he asked.

“Kendra was right.”

“About what?”

“She told me to come back, that if it worked,” she slid under the sheets, grabbing his left leg with her thighs and rubbing her sex up and down against him, “that the makeup sex would be awesome.” She stretched the word awesome out into several beats, sliding up and down, pressing the petals of her sex just enough so he could feel every little piece of her.

“Honestly, Lizzie, I can’t remember a single time when the sex wasn’t awesome. I’m gonna miss that, sweetheart.”

She climbed atop him, her breasts touching his. Her blonde hair hung down over her forehead as she adjusted her pelvis, finding his stiff cock and then getting herself stuck on it.

Life couldn’t get any better, he thought. Her beautiful body played itself out on him, an instrument of infinite beauty. Unafraid, passionate, and all his.

The good-byes were
quick. Neither one of them wanted to stay the extra day, and after Thomas heard about the fiasco with the lady in the room, he told Jameson to just split and he’d try to keep his prospects alive.

“I owe you, after all. I’m going to make it right, Jameson.”

“No more surprises. It’s not about the music or the money. It’s about the friendship. Honest. If we don’t have that, we have nothing.”

“You’re right, of course.” Thomas gave Lizzie a peck on the cheek. “Find me one just like you.”

“Thought you and Monica sort of were an item, from the wedding and all.”

“I love her spunk and her style. But sweetheart, she’d kill me with her appetites.” He glanced at Jameson and shrugged. “Sorry if that was TMI as they say.”

Everyone laughed. After what had occurred in their motel room, there really wasn’t any such thing anymore, Jameson thought.

“I’ll send the limo back to you, and thanks.”

“Hey, asshole,” Thomas said as they were getting into the back seat. “This time, do me a favor and tip the goddamned driver. Your lady knows how it works. What the fuck’s the matter with you?”

Lizzie kept him from answering, placing her hand over his mouth. “Absolutely nothing!” she shouted.