Running To Him - Forbidden Hearts Series Book 6

38| Drunk Jamie Sober Jamie

As I stood in the middle of the very bougie gallery, I tried to keep my focus on the patrons who were admiring and purchasing my work. But every single time I tried I found my eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a certain gorgeous redhead.

When I first saw her in the loft before the show wearing that black dress with her hair all loose and curly, I forgot about the goddamn art show all together. Instead of being on time to one of the most important nights of my career, I ended up setting Jamie on the edge of the dining room table, pulling up the bottom of that black dress and making love to her.

Even though we ended up being a little bit late, the show went surprisingly well so far. A few people have already started purchasing some of my paintings and my boss seemed very impressed with my collection.

It was all working out. Even more so that Jamie was here to share this night with me. God, she was doing so much better than that first day I saw her in the warehouse. Not only was she confiding in me and talking about her mom, but she told me that she called Harper yesterday and spoke to her and Jackson for a little while. This was good. Really good. And I was praying it only got better.

"Hey there, successful painter," she said as she sauntered over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and beamed up at me.

I stroked her bottom lip with my thumb. "Hey, beautiful."

"Congratulations, Atticus. This show is amazing. Just like you're work."

Well didn't that make a man's pride swell. "Thanks. Honestly, I couldn't have done it without you."

Her smile was playful. "Yeah, you're right."

I leaned down to capture her mouth in deep, soft kiss. Not caring who was watching us, I put everything I was feeling into it. Love. Trust. Gratitude. And she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

When we pulled apart Jamie's eyes studied mine. "Don't look at me like that," she breathed.

"Why not?"

"Because we can't do that here."

Dropping my lips to her neck, I whispered in her ear, "Tonight then. All night long. I'm going to spend hours tasting you, beautiful." Her breath hitched and I continued. "Hours making love to you.  Feeling you come all over my dick while I'm inside you." Her head fell back a little and I sucked at her neck. "I'm going to lose myself inside you, Guinevere. Especially when you call me—"

"Atticus?"

My head shot up when I heard someone who wasn't Jamie call my name. Fuck. It took both of us a second to register what we were seeing. I straightened and Jamie turned around to face them.

"Ollie, who is that?"

There was an odd tone in Jamie's voice. Like she already knew the answer to her own question. "That's my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yep."

My mom was all smiles as she crossed the gallery with my dad by her side. What the hell were they doing here?

I opened my arms to give both of my parents a hug. "What—I mean...how?"

My mom laughed before glancing to my dad. "It wasn't easy keeping it from you, Atticus. But we wanted it to be a surprise."

"Oh, I'm definitely surprised," I mumbled. "I told you guys not to come out here for this. It's so far."

My dad shook his head. "We wouldn't miss this, Ollie. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Suddenly Jamie's hand gripped mine and I realized that my mom was studying her intently. Shit. I really hoped this didn't lead to a freak out. Not when things were going so good.