Roughneck

by Stone, Piper

  “Mmm... I did and I’m certain that you’ll be hearing about Holmes Enterprises in the upcoming weeks. You shouldn’t have done that, baby. That belongs to you.”

  “I wanted to for so many reasons.”

  Jack lifted a single eyebrow. “Well, you and I are going to have a long chat about this.”

  “Why, yes, sir.” I adored his grin, the way a hint of dimples took over his face. “Do you want a drink?”

  “You know what? I want to get out of here. Do you think you can grab time away from work?”

  There was nothing I wanted any more than to spend a night with him. “Wild horses wouldn’t stop me.”

  “Good, because there are a few things that you and I need to talk about.”

  The simple touch of his hand on his belt gave me an entirely new set of quivers. “Yes, Daddy.”

  * * *

  We barely made it inside the room, Jack kicking the door shut and both of us tearing off our clothes. His subtle growls were oh-so effective, leaving me tingling all over, goosebumps popping along every inch of naked skin. His hotel room was located on the beach and I could hear the pounding surf even through the thick pane of door glass. This was perfect, although anywhere at any time would be amazing.

  I’d known giving Jack my shares of Holmes stock would be risky on several levels, but in my mind the only choice I had. At least my attorney, a man who’d cared for my mother even after her disruptive marriage to stepdaddy dearest had remained loyal to the family. My mother had been all but disowned after her marriage. I’d already been told what Jack had accomplished, his methods of control quite impressive in the boardroom.

  There would be retaliation, but I knew Jack would be ready. By that time and after the dust cleared, Holmes Enterprises would have released all the ranchers’ contracts.

  And that was merely a start.

  The second he was undressed, I slipped my hand around his shaft, pumping just the base and swooning from the way his cock throbbed in my hand. “I’ve missed this, Daddy.”

  Jack exhaled, tipping his head back. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

  As I slowly dropped to my knees, I brushed my hands down his chiseled pecs, marveling at the way my fingertips tingled. Keeping my eyes pinned on his, I pursed my lips, moving them around his swollen cockhead in circle after circle.

  “I don’t suggest that you tease me, baby girl. You have far too many things to be disciplined for already.”

  Even the husky sound of his voice was enthralling, leaving me soaking wet, my nipples hard as tiny pebbles. “I never tease.”

  He shook his head. “Like you never lie.”

  A warm flush crept up from my neck, sweeping along my cheeks. “Only for good reasons.” I darted several licks back and forth across his sensitive slit and twisted my hand on his cock, creating friction.

  Moaning, he swallowed hard before intertwining his fingers in my hair. “You and I will have a discussion on these good reasons.”

  Giggling, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking as my hand stroked up and down. I slid my other hand between his legs, wrapping them around his swollen balls. They were thick and full, filling my hand and the moment I squeezed, he threw his head back.

  “Jesus, baby girl!”

  Unable to resist him, I opened my mouth wide, relaxing my throat as I took him down an inch at a time. His shaft filled my throat, my muscles straining to accept the wide girth. I rolled his balls between my fingers, clenching then releasing. I could tell I was driving him wild. The taste of him was salty, slightly tangy but sweeter than I remembered. When a few drops of pre-cum slid into my mouth, I knew I’d reached pure heaven.

  “That’s it. Suck me, my sweet kitten. Suck my big fat cock.”

  I swirled my tongue back and forth, purring around the thick invasion. This was exactly where I needed to be, and I’d never felt so safe. I pulled his cock all the way out, licking down the underside until I reached his balls. I darted my tongue from one testicle to the other, delighting in the way his muscles tensed as electricity coursed through his system.

  He strained, the guttural sounds erupting from his mouth more animal than human.

  I pressed kisses along his swollen sacs before taking one into my mouth, my own ragged groans matching his. Moving to his other ball, I savored the flavor, taking my time to lick and suck.

  “Fuck. Fuck!” he moaned, his body swaying forward and backward.

  Everything about this was deliciously sinful, keeping my heartrate elevated and my mind dancing in the darkness. I took my time, dragging my tongue all the way back to his cockhead, offering another set of sensuous purrs before taking his cock back into my mouth.

  After a few seconds, he took full control, both of his hands placed on the sides of my head. Pumping up and down, he jutted his hips forward as he rolled onto the balls of his feet. “Your mouth is so hot.”

  I eased my hands to my sides, studying his facial expressions as he face-fucked me, every action forceful. As the tip slammed against the back of my throat, lights flashed in front of my eyes. I was his to play with. I was his to dominate.

  I was his.

  The truth was freeing, allowing me to share in the joy of the moment. Whatever we had to face, we would do it together. Nothing was going to keep us apart.

  Jack swung his head forward and backward, his growls turning into roars. Then he simply stopped, pulling his cock all the way out of my mouth. “No candy for the baby girl just yet.”

  Whimpering, I dropped onto all fours, giving him a pouty look. “I’ve been very good, Daddy.”

  “Not by a long shot.” His smile was pure dangerous delight as he yanked two pillows from the head of the bed, tossing them in the center. “A spanking first.” He tugged me to my feet, keeping his grip on my arm firm even as his eyes twinkled in the light.

  “For what?”

  “The list is far too long. For lying. For terrifying me. For drugging me. For disappearing. For lying.”

  Wrinkling my nose, I couldn’t help but drop my head. He was right. He’d asked only for my trust and I’d run away. While the intentions had been good, he hadn’t deserved everything I’d put him through. “You’re right, Daddy. Sorry about leaving you.”

  “Interesting how you don’t sound sorry,” he quipped.

  As I moved over the pillows, I heard him removing his belt and every part of my body cringed from the anticipation, but he was right to punish me.

  As he’d always been.

  I pressed my face into the bedding as he rubbed down my spine, massaging both ass cheeks. They would be sore and red in the morning, exactly what I deserved. I was his to protect. I was his to punish. As the first crack hit both ass cheeks, I couldn’t hold back a bedraggled whimper. It had been over three weeks since my last spanking.

  Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. It’s been three weeks since my last confession.

  The thought made me laugh, even as the belt came down a second, third, and fourth time, making me kick up one of my legs. “Ouch. Ouch!”

  “Stay still or you know what happens,” he demanded.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I fisted my hands, clenching around the bedding, the stinging pain shifting into so much more. Soon, the anguish was excruciating, but in a sense resolved me of those sins. I was awash with peace, my bottom tingling, heat rising from my upper thighs. Sadly, I couldn’t stop wiggling, my legs acting entirely separately from the rest of my body.

  He issued a series of husky growls, tapping my ass cheeks with his hand. “You are always going to be a handful and a very bad girl. Aren’t you?”

  How could I lie about this? “Always, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he mused.

  I was rewarded with another ten strikes, the leather slapping in an almost perfect rhythm. The man was good at this.

  “You did very well.” He caressed my bottom, his fingers lightly dancing over my skin. “But you do remember what happe
ns to very bad girls?”

  I couldn’t help but grin, the memory something that I would never forget. “They get fucked in the ass.”

  “Exactly.”

  I felt three fingers thrust into my pussy, pumping in and out several times, yanking the breath right out of me. But as quickly as they were plunged inside, they were removed, the tips of his fingers moving up to my asshole. I braced as he crawled onto the bed, pushing up in my desperate attempt to beg him to fuck me. He pushed them all the way inside my dark hole, flexing them open as he plunged.

  Fuck... The word never left my mouth.

  “You’re getting exactly what you deserve,” he breathed. He continued for a full minute then patted my ass.

  As he slipped his cock inside, leaning over before thrusting the entire length past my tightened muscle, I fell into the most perfect state of bliss.

  He pumped in and out several times, the sound of his hard fucking like sweet music. Then I heard words that would forever burn into my soul.

  “I love you, my sweet baby girl.”

  * * *

  I glanced outside, smiling as the sun began to set. The way the dimming light accentuated Jack’s rugged physique was just as dazzling as seeing it the first time. I passed by the television, glaring at whatever news was on. He’d constantly been checking on any news regarding Jonathan’s whereabouts. I hated to burst his bubble, but the man would show up only when he was ready.

  Then...

  I shuddered at the thought.

  “You never talk about your real father.”

  Jack’s statement was surprising, catching me off guard. He didn’t bother looking in my direction, but I knew he’d sensed my presence. He always did. “That’s because my mother never talked about him, other than he was the love of her life. He was dead before I was born.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “I wish my mother was here, to know I’m all right,” I said quietly.

  He tipped his head and in the beautiful last rays of sunlight, I could tell he was ravaging me with his mind. “She’s right here with you. Hopefully the authorities can prove that your mother was murdered. Closure is vital for all of us.”

  “Yes, closure.” I had a feeling that would never happen.

  “Jonathan will find us, you know,” I said in passing as I walked outside, relishing the beauty of the ocean. Three amazing days had passed and there’s been no sighting of the monster and nothing new from the investigators. We’d shared bliss in and out of my shifts at the restaurant and while I didn’t want to think about my fears, they remained burrowing into the back of my mind.

  “There’s no reason for him to come back.” Jack handed me a glass of wine and leaned over the railing, staring out at the ocean.

  “I’m terrified for my sister. She doesn’t deserve this.”

  “Neither do you. I doubt he’s going to hurt her.”

  I swirled the wine, more out of nervousness than anything. “Maybe not now, but he’ll figure out a way to destroy her, just like he did to me.”

  Jack laughed and twisted in my direction. “You are one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. There is no way that a jerk like Jonathan could ever destroy you. Besides, I think there are a few things that you need to know.”

  “Such as?”

  “Such as the fact your mother was a brilliant woman. Did you know that you have a trust fund that Jonathan will never be able to get his hands on?”

  “No. That’s not possible, Jack. I instructed my attorney to make a shift, giving you everything my mother left me.” I was proud of the decision and I’d do it all over again.

  “First of all, I wouldn’t have accepted the gift you gave me if it had meant requiring you to be left penniless. I am an honorable man.”

  The way his eyes were shimmering, as if he’d been holding onto a tremendous secret drew me closer. “My hero, but, I’m certain the trust is nothing if there really is one.”

  “As I already told you, I’m no one’s hero, but I do like to get to the bottom of things. I hired my own attorney and what she found was... Fascinating.”

  I stamped my feet, including even closer and allowing my hand to fall to his zipper, toying with him. “Please, tell me more, Daddy.”

  “Even that isn’t going to work, my sweet kitten.” Jack took a gulp of his drink.

  “Did anyone ever tell you that you were very mean?”

  After swallowing, he smirked. “All the time.” Laughing, he gripped my hand. “Did you ever wonder why Jonathan wanted you to marry Christian so badly?”

  “All the freaking time.”

  “As I said, your mother was brilliant.”

  “Okay. Now, you have to tell me what you’re talking about.”

  His attention was pulled away toward the television and as he narrowed his eyes, a smile curled on his upper lip. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He walked closer, dragging me along.

  Everything was in slow motion as I glided toward the door, forced to grip the edge to keep from falling.

  “And in breaking news, Jonathan Holmes, the illustrious and now notorious owner of Holmes Enterprises has been arrested...”

  The reporter went on with details, but everything inside my mind and my body was turned upside down. The nightmare was freaking over. At least for now.

  “Baby! I told you, baby girl. I told you!” Jack swept me into his arms, pulling me tightly against his chest as he yanked me further inside and closer to the television.

  Just seeing my stepfather’s tense body was enough and his efforts to hide his face, as if he was wrongly accused, were disgusting.

  “Now, the bastard is going to get everything he deserves. We’re going to go celebrate.”

  Celebrate. I wouldn’t be able to do so until the bastard was convicted and behind bars. As far as a trust fund, I couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe my mother had been the victor after all.

  * * *

  Jack

  I knew my phone was ringing. Damn it! Rolling over, I rubbed my eyes then blinked several times, waiting as they became accustomed to the shadowed light. I turned my head, grabbing the damn thing off the nightstand and fighting not to groan as I rolled out of bed. I managed to make it outside on the balcony by the fifth ring, glancing at the time before answering. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

  “Jack. You need to listen to me. I don’t know exactly where you are, but my guess is that Jonathan Holmes does.”

  “Monica. What in the hell are you talking about? The man was apprehended the second he got off a plane.” Yawning, I glanced at the sliver of a moon, wishing I hadn’t consumed as much whiskey as I had.

  “Except they arrested the wrong man.”

  “I’m sorry. What did you say?” I immediately glanced up and down the beach, now fully awake.

  “I checked on the guy you told me about.”

  I was far too unnerved to figure out what the hell she was talking about. I eased back toward the building, keeping my voice low. “What guy?”

  “Mark Tomlin. Did you ever notice his resemblance to Jonathan Holmes?”

  I couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was getting at. She’d grilled me about everyone who could have pinpointed Summer’s whereabouts, but I’d never told Mark anything, at least nothing I believed would divulge my whereabouts. My thoughts drifted to Riley’s distrust of him. “Not really.”

  “Well, times change. Mark grew up with Jonathan. From some people I talked to, they used to get into trouble together and some teachers couldn’t tell them apart.”

  Just the terrified sound of her voice made me slink back into the room, opening the dresser drawer as quietly as possible and reaching for my gun. Summer seemed fast asleep, but the last thing I wanted to do was worry her. “And? Get to the point.”

  “The authorities arrested Mark Tomlin. They didn’t figure that out until the man was fingerprinted. A decoy, Jack. Don’t you get it?”

  “Mark Tomlin, my friend? You’re certain about this
.”

  “Long story but I think given all the initial trouble you caused, Jonathan Holmes knew exactly who you were and who your friends were. Seems they tried to get you out of the way legitimately with that job offer. I can’t prove anything but the fact that Jonathan Holmes is not in custody,” Monica huffed. “If you’re with Summer, you need to get her to the FBI. I don’t care in which city. They’ll know what to do.”

  “Fuck me.” The reality settled in like a sharp dagger. “Fine. I’ll call you back in a little while after we’re secured.”

  “Be careful. Jonathan is a hell of a lot more dangerous than you have any idea about.”

  “Thank you, Monica.” I ended the call and held the phone to my head, trying to figure out what to do.

  “What’s going on? Was that your ex-girlfriend?” Summer asked, easing to a sitting position.

  Goddamn it, this was getting out of hand. My hackles were raised, my instinct kicking in. Our defenses had been down, allowing the asshole time to heal from his wound and develop a plan. “We don’t have any time to talk. Get your things together. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

  “Jack, you’re scaring me. What about Mark? Is this about your friend?”

  “What do you know about Mark Tomlin?” I checked the sliding glass door, closing and locking and drawing the drapes. The darkness was unsettling. Moving into the bathroom, I turned on the light given there was no outside window.

  “That he’s not your friend. I had him checked out,” she said in a shaky voice as she eased out of bed.

  Stopping short, I thought about the timing of the phone calls. This elaborate plan had been in effect from the day she set foot on my rig. “Fuck.”

  Summer inched closer. “I’m sorry, Jack. Please tell me what Monica said.”

  “That we’re not safe any longer.” I checked the ammo, adding a fresh clip before dragging my bag from the closet. “Don’t turn on the lights. Just get your things together.”

  “What is going on?”

  “I’ll tell you in the car.”

  Within six minutes we were out of the room, heading down the stairs. If Jonathan had gone to that kind of trouble to dupe the FBI, he’d returned for a single purpose, risking everything. The man had to be insane. I went into recon mode, taking her hand and holding my finger in front of my lips as we approached the side entrance. The truck I’d rented was located in the back of the building and everything was way too much in the open. I only prayed that time was on our side.