Bossed

by Sloane Howell

  “Okay.”

  “I told myself I had to run my company that way to make sure nothing like that ever happened. To protect people’s jobs. To protect everything I’d built. But now, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because I wasn’t really all that happy. I mean, I love my job sometimes. But the rush isn’t there that I felt when I played baseball. But my way worked before. And I was afraid of all the change. It wasn’t safe.”

  “I see. Kind of.”

  “But the same feelings, the same rush I had with baseball came back. I felt it again.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah. When you showed up for your interview.”

  Goose bumps broke out on her arm when I said those words. I brushed my thumb back and forth over them.

  Jenny’s eyes moved to my finger stroking her delicate skin. “We can’t keep doing this. This cycle of running hot and cold. I need warm. Constant warmth.”

  “I can do warm. I’ll be your Caribbean. Nothing but warmth.”

  She smiled. “I’m more of a Hawaii girl, I think. I’ve never been there, but—”

  I released her arm and placed my palm on the side of her face. “I’ll be wherever you want me to be.”

  Chapter 25

  Jenny Jackson

  “Are you sure this is okay?”

  “What’s wrong, ya scared?” Ethan flashed a devilish grin and hopped out of my car.

  The last month had been perfect, even better than before the Salvatore deal. Something happened the day of the baseball game with Dad. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  I stepped from the car and shut the door. “We’re hiding on the top of a hill watching a high school baseball team practice.”

  “Shh. Keep your voice down.” Ethan crept around as if trying not to make a noise with his steps.

  I whispered, “You’re proving my point.”

  There was a prospect on the team, but he was only a junior. Ethan had been scarce with the details. I didn’t know if he was trying to protect me in case we were found out or what.

  “I need to watch this kid play, but I don’t want our competition finding out about him.”

  “Is that why we took my car? For your spy mission?”

  “Of course.”

  I could barely even see the players down on the field.

  “And I wanted you alone, away from the office.”

  His fingers pressed into my hips and his mouth met my neck, right in the sweet spot midway between my collarbone and earlobe.

  My breath hitched. “We can’t. Not here.” Despite my words, I shoved my ass up against his cock. He was already thick and hard.

  One of his hands slid up to my breast and he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my blouse. “Scared we might get caught?”

  I tilted my chin up, his hand now groping me firmly. “Yes.”

  He tweaked my nipple harder, pain and pleasure swirled down to my clit. “Mmm.”

  “Good.” His knuckles grazed the outside of my thigh as he yanked my skirt up over my rear, exposing me to him. “I fucking love your ass.” One hand still cupping my breast, he clapped his other hand on one of my ass cheeks and squeezed, hard.

  “God, you’re so dirty.” I tried to push back into him but he held me up against the car.

  “Shh. You love it.”

  I heard his zipper, and without notice his hard cock slid against my pussy over my panties.

  He pushed me down on the hood of the car and splayed his fingers across the middle of my back. “Beautiful.”

  “What?” I propped up onto my elbows and looked back over my shoulder at him.

  He eyed me, bent over the car at the waist, like he wanted to eat me up. “This is my favorite look on you.” In a smooth motion he ripped my panties from me.

  My eyes rolled and my eyelids fluttered closed for a second. I tried to play it off, like I wasn’t impressed. “Such a perv.” He loved it when I teased him, and it came naturally to me. So it’s obviously what I did.

  He leaned over my back, his cock pressed hard against my ass. “We’ll see who’s the perv when you’re coming all over my dick.”

  Shit!

  He rolled his hips back and fisted his cock, teasing it in circles around my swollen entrance. “So. Fucking. Wet. Jenny.” He clapped a hand over my mouth and surged into me when he said my name.

  “Fuck!” His palm caught my scream, and I nearly came just at his initial thrust into me.

  His pace began slow, his words still hot and filthy. “You need me to slow down for you?” His hand slid from my mouth to my shoulder.

  “I’m okay since this is about all you’ve got.”

  He hooked an arm through both of mine, squeezing them both behind me and covering my mouth again. “Your smart mouth is about to scream my name into my hand.” He yanked me back into him as he thrust forward, angled perfectly to hit every spot that melted all brain activity.

  “Fuck!” I squealed.

  His hand over my mouth muffled my words. Ethan increased the tempo, pistoning his cock in and out of me until my vision started to blur. All I could hear was his pelvis slapping into my ass like rapid gunfire. The pleasure was too much, sensory overload.

  “You about to come?”

  I nodded furiously as his cock pounded me closer and closer to the ultimate high. Synapses fired everywhere, all at once, and I fought it with everything I had, trying to prolong the experience.

  “Is this pussy mine?” he growled into my ear.

  I nodded against his hand once more.

  Somehow he sped up faster until I was full on moaning into his palm. He pulled me upright and slapped his hand on my breast, pinching my nipple so hard it hurt. My entire body shook with each thrust.

  “So fucking tight and wet for me.”

  “Mmhmm,” I moan-squealed.

  “Come on my fucking dick, Jenny. Now!”

  I seized up, my walls contracting around his length like a vise. He groaned as I spasmed around his thick shaft. “Fuck, Ethan!” I cried out into the trees, the pleasure so intense I nearly blacked out.

  He was relentless, refusing to slow his pace. His hand went between my legs and he stroked my clit with two fingers, drawing out my orgasm even longer. “I’m almost there. Fuck,” he groaned.

  I jerked my hips, slipping him out of me, and dropped to my knees. I looked up at him and took him as far in my mouth as possible, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. He reached up and yanked on his hair with one hand, the other resting lightly on top of my head.

  “Jesus Christ.”

  Getting him off with my mouth was something I hadn’t tried yet. Small rocks and weeds dug into my knees but I didn’t care, I was a hundred percent focused on tasting him. I reached up and stroked his shaft in time with my head bobbing on his cock.

  Releasing him from my mouth, I licked the entire length of him, staring up at him the whole way. When our eyes met, I said, “Come in my mouth.”

  He nodded and I took him as far into the back of my throat as possible, so far that my eyes watered. His head flew back toward the sky. I reached around and dug my nails into his ass, keeping him as far back in my throat as possible. “Fuck,” he groaned. His legs stiffened and his hips jerked. He reached down and gripped my hair with both hands for support. His cock kicked, and hot spurts of his come shot into my mouth.

  I swallowed as much as possible of the salty come that landed in the back of my throat. After a few more quick convulsions, his muscles relaxed and I sat back, releasing him.

  He looked down at me, his chest heaving up and down with each of his pants. “Jesus.”

  I wiped some of the spillage from my lips with my hand. “See, I can be dirty too.”

  “No, that wasn’t dirty.” He smiled. “That was fucking hot as hell.”

  He reached down and picked me up off the ground, then wiped some sweaty strands of hair from my face. “You didn’t have to do that for me. Must’ve been hell on your knees
out here.”

  “I kinda liked it.” I grinned. “And being out here in the middle of nowhere turned me on more than I thought it would.”

  Ethan pushed my skirt back down over my ass, and then tucked his semi-hard dick back into his pants and zipped them up. “It was pretty fun, wasn’t it? I’m full of great ideas.” He smirked.

  “You’re full of something. So you got that part right.”

  He shook with laughter, then put a palm on each side of my face and kissed my forehead. “Sorry, you need to brush your teeth before I kiss that dirty mouth.”

  I frogged him on the shoulder in a playful way.

  He winced. “Jesus. I really don’t think you realize how hard you hit people.”

  He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Not a romantic kiss, a comforting kiss. The kind of kiss that lets someone know you would do anything for them.

  “Fuck me, what is that?” Ethan grabbed me by the shoulders and moved me out of his way.

  “What the hell?”

  “Shh! Get in the car!”

  He bolted out toward the main road, and then sprinted back over. I couldn’t tell if he was frightened or laughing his ass off. I confirmed the latter when he shot by me.

  “Oh my God. Get in the car, hurry!”

  I ran to the passenger door and yanked it open. Ethan hammered the gas as I was jumping in and closing the door behind me. The force when he made a hard left threw me against the door.

  “What the hell?” I was half-joking, but I didn’t like not knowing what was going on.

  Ethan couldn’t stop laughing and shaking his head. He drove my car through some grass and between a couple of trees. I was starting to think I’d need to have my ride checked at the auto shop after this.

  “There was a sheriff pulling in through the brush.”

  “What?” All the blood rushed from my face and left nothing but anxiety behind.

  “People down on the field probably heard you screaming my name.” He sat there, his cheeks trembling with a laugh that he was holding in while trying to keep a straight face.

  “Ethan Mason, do not hurt my car.” I glared, toying with him, trying to get the laugh to escape his lips. “And learn some fucking humility.”

  He exploded with laughter and slapped his palm on the steering wheel. I couldn’t help but laugh too. He pulled out onto the main road we’d turned off, only about fifty yards away from the spot where we’d entered.

  “You have to admit that was pretty funny.”

  “We could have been arrested.”

  “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You said it turned you on.”

  “I liked it until the cop was coming after us. God.”

  “Did you get a look at the player we were supposed to be watching?” He glanced over and then back to the road.

  “You’re out of control.” I couldn’t help but grin at his cute face and shake my head.

  “You love it.”

  Chapter 26

  Ethan Mason

  Jenny and I stopped off for dinner two towns over. It was a small diner-type restaurant about an hour outside of the city. It had all kinds of don’t mess with texas and everything’s bigger in texas signs on the walls.

  She kept looking up and showing me that ornery grin of hers.

  “What?”

  Her head rotated back and forth. “I can’t believe you almost got us arrested.”

  “Well, it’s not like I planned on that happening.”

  “Well, maybe if you could”—she leaned in and dropped her voice to a whisper—“keep it in your pants, we wouldn’t have been in that situation, now, would we?”

  “Yeah, you looked like you hated it,” I scoffed.

  Her face tinged with pink. “That is beside the point.”

  “Can I get you two something to drink?” A woman, maybe forty, wearing an apron, whipped an order pad up and pressed a pen to it.

  “Iced tea for me,” said Jenny.

  “Same please.”

  The woman walked away to make our drinks and I reached over for Jenny’s hand. “This is nice.”

  “It is, isn’t it? The city moves so fast. I like it out here.”

  “Maybe you should come on trips more often.”

  “Why? So we can be felons before next season starts?”

  A grin crept over my face. “As long as they stick us in the same cell, I’m strangely okay with it.” I squeezed her hand tighter.

  She snorted. “They’d probably stick you in a cell with some big burly guy.”

  We both kept laughing. Watching her happy, laughing, it melted every layer of ice and steel around my heart. She left me exposed and vulnerable, and I didn’t care anymore. Making her happy was everything to me.

  I traced her arm with the tip of my finger and stared at her with conviction and truth in every cell of my body. “I love you.”

  Her arm tensed under my finger, and I could practically feel her entire body do the same. There was a long silence.

  Too long.

  Fuck! Was it too soon? It felt right. I meant every word of it, but had I just ruined everything?

  “I—”

  My hand retracted and she reached out and grabbed it. I wasn’t sure why I moved my hand; my body just reacted on its own.

  “Ethan, I—”

  I smiled. “It’s okay. It’s fine.”

  “You just—you took me by surprise. I’m sorry.”

  I wasn’t going to be one of those guys who dropped the L-bomb and then made a scene if it wasn’t reciprocated. Her happiness was all that mattered, not some words. But it did hurt. With every movement my body continued to tell a different story than the words that were coming out of my mouth.

  “Seriously, it’s okay. I promise.”

  “I’ve just—I am so happy when I’m around you. I don’t want to screw anything up. I’m confused.”

  I took both of her hands in mine and lifted one of them up to kiss her knuckles. Anything to put her at ease was what I would do. “You don’t owe me an explanation. Don’t say anything until you’re ready.”

  My words were the correct things I should’ve said, but my walls were going up again and I couldn’t stop them, no matter how self-aware I was. It had been a sometimes rocky few months, but when you knew you knew. The way she was around me, how we were together—how could she not love me?

  “I think I do. Really.” She paused. “That came out wrong, I’m trying—”

  “It’s okay.”

  It wasn’t okay.

  Chapter 27

  Jenny Jackson

  Short, one-word replies, tension and silence that could be cut with a knife—I’d hurt him. It wasn’t intentional. I’d only ever told Dad and Kelsey those three words. Nobody else.

  Why hadn’t I just said it?

  I didn’t want to cheapen it. Ethan Mason warmed my heart when he walked into a room. When he wasn’t with me it felt like a part of me was missing, like I’d lost a limb. Somewhere in the back of my mind though were constant reminders of the airport, the hurt, the disappointment. Those moments would magnify every time I would melt for him, like my brain simply refused to allow me to give myself fully to him.

  “Here we are.”

  Ethan pulled up outside of Dad’s house. It was after nine, but Dad was a night owl so the light flickered in his window. Baseball game.

  Kelsey’s Altima was still in the driveway so I knew they were up and would have a million questions for me. I’d called and told them I had to work late, which was true.

  Ethan exited the car and opened my door for me as he always did. He did it so much, one day I sat in the car waiting for Kelsey to open the door for me.

  Spoiled rotten. That’s all she’d said with a laugh, and then left me to open my own door.

  He held my hand and walked me to the porch. He wasn’t rude or snarky or defensive—any of the usual things it seemed someone would be after one crushed their spirit.

  At the door, he kissed me goo
d night, but it was a passionless kiss. No spark, no electricity, no jolting me into his presence. Just a simple kiss, and then he turned and left. I wanted to curl up in my bed and die.

  I took in a huge breath of the night air and turned the handle.

  I traipsed through the dark living room and rounded the corner into the hallway. The West Coast announcers’ voices carried down the hall, and the glow from the television cast shadows on the hallway wall.

  I leaned in and Kelsey was dozing in the chair, drooling on her shoulder. Dad’s eyes were glued to the television, watching the ball game.

  His head cocked to the side, and he grinned. “Whipping your ass tonight.”

  “In your dreams, old man.” I smiled and walked over.

  On my way I ran a light finger up the back of Kelsey’s neck and her eyes bolted open, a shiver rippling up her body. She rubbed her eyes and stared up at me. “Asshole.”

  I smirked.

  “What’s up with you, J.J.?” Dad’s face tensed up. “What’d he do?”

  “Huh? I’m fine. Nothing,” I answered far too quickly.

  “Yeah, something isn’t right. Did you two have one of your fights with no makeup sex?”

  I gasped at Kelsey and had to have been white as a sheet. “My dad is sitting right there. Are you kidding me?”

  Dad scoffed. “She thinks I don’t know what girls do when they grow up.”

  Dad and Kelsey grinned at each other.

  “You two are embarrassing me. Can we please change the subject?”

  Dad’s face steadied. He could say so much with just his expressions and his limited range of motion. I wished he wasn’t sick in that fucking bed and could get up and give me one of his bear hugs. I hadn’t had one in so long, and I would never get one again. That coupled with the “I love you” situation had a tear threatening to form in the corner of my eye.

  Shit!

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Yeah, what is it?” Kelsey added.

  “He told me he loved me earlier.”

  Kelsey squeed and tried to catch it with a hand over her mouth. Dad’s face lit up and he smiled.