James (Resisting Love #3)(49)
James doesn’t sing, I know this for a fact. Apparently Kade doesn’t either, but Layla tells me Chase has a lovely voice. She could be biased, of course.
“I forgot how beautiful your voice is, that was amazing,” James says into my ear, talking loudly so he can be heard over a random person singing. I thank him and return my attention to the screen. Tee walks over to me and slaps my ass.
“Wanna order some food?” she asks. I grin. Of course I do, and she knows it.
“Club sandwiches and battered prawns?” I ask, reciting our usual. She nods and goes to find a waiter. Tee sang ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ by Bon Jovi when we first arrived, and she was awesome. For some reason, she only sings songs by male artists. She’s weird like that. Tonight she's dressed a little different, in a cut out style yellow dress and black knee high socks. It’s a little disconcerting seeing her in stiletto pumps as opposed to her kick-ass boots, but she looks sexy. With her height, my cousin could easily be a model. Morning Alliance left for a concert, but if Sax was here, I think he'd be salivating right now.
The food arrives and is delicious, nothing like tasty food to top off a night out with your friends.
“You could leave some for the rest,” James jokes. I scowl at him and take another bite of my club sandwich.
“Where does it all go?” Kade asks, a confused look on his face.
“Ass and thighs,” I answer promptly, resuming my eating.
“Lucky James is an ass man,” Kade chuckles.
“Would you like some, Chase?” I ask, pushing the plate towards him. I watch as his lips twitch into a smile.
“No, but thank you anyway,” he declines politely. A waiter walks past with food for another table, and Tee and I both stare at the plate of yummy looking wedges, sour cream and nachos. We both turn to stare at each other.
“Your turn,” she says.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
James
“He looks so much like you, James, I can’t believe it sometimes,” my mother tells me. Jye and I are visiting her while my dad is away on business.
“I know. Is he your favourite grandson?” I joke.
“You know I don’t have any favourites,” she reprimands.
“Okay, mum,” I humour her. We both know she loves me the best.
“You're too much, James,” she laughs. I look around my childhood home and can’t help but feel at peace. Everything is as it should be right now. Jye comes running in holding a stuffed toy.
“Dadda!” he calls out. That one word, that’s all he has to say, and my heart swells. I love being a father. I love being his father. I can’t lie, I cannot wait for Sasha to get pregnant again, but for me to be there this time, not missing a thing. I want to see her swell with our son or daughter, take her to every doctor's appointment. Go out in the middle of the night to supply her with her every craving. To feel the baby kick for the first time. I want to experience all of that with Sasha.
“Hey, Jye,” I tell him, lifting him onto my lap and kissing the back of his head. My mother goes to get her camera. Apparently this is a moment worth capturing. Then again, any moment with Jye is worth capturing.
Jye Steele.
My first born son with the love of my life.
***
Sasha
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. My breath comes out in quick, short pants and my thighs won’t stop shaking and quivering. That was the most intense orgasm of my life. My body goes limp, as I push myself back into the mattress. James lies down next to me, crossing his arms behind his head. His chest is slick with a sheen of sweat, but he still looks like he could be on the cover of a magazine.
“It just keeps getting better and better,” he announces, sounding a little smug.
I catch my breath before I turn onto my stomach and stare into his eyes. It hits me just how much I love this man.
He's my world.
If I could dream up a man that was meant for me, it would be him. There's nothing I'd change about him, I love him just the way he is. Through everything we've been through, we have still come out on top, still together, still loving each other.
James was made for me.
My soon to be husband.
“What you thinking about, pretty girl?” James asks in a deep, rumbling tone.
“You.”
“And?”
“I want you,” I blurt out.
“You have me, always,” he says, his tone gentler.
“Promise?”
“You’re it for me, Sasha,” is all he says as he kisses me with such passion, such love, I know that he means what he says.
This is forever.
***
Chapter Twenty-Eight
James
“Thanks for handling Nancy,” I tell Chase.
“What are big bros for?” he asks with a grin.
“How did you get her to walk away without the money?” I ask curiously, not sure if I really want to know or not.
“Let’s just say I found something on her, something she wouldn’t want coming to light,” he says, looking proud of himself.
“I’m glad you’re on my side,” I say, leaning back onto the bar.
“I’m always on your side,” Chase says seriously.