“Not to me. I need you here.”
Sheila jumped to her feet with her hands on her hips. “This is all so touching, but what the hell are you going to do about me? I don’t want to have a baby out of wedlock.”
“I’m not marrying you, Sheila, if that’s what this is all about.”
“I don’t want a bastard child.”
“If the baby is mine, I’ll take care of it, but I’m not marrying you. I don’t love you.”
“If? You think I was fucking around with more than just you?”
“Hell, I don’t know what you’ve been doing. If you gave it to me so easily, you could have been with a half a dozen guys at the same time.”
Sheila’s hand snaked out and slapped him across the cheek. “How dare you. I’m not a slut unlike someone else in this room who slept with you after going to a party with another guy.”
“Leave Peyton out of this.”
“I won’t. She’s standing between the two of us.”
“There is no you and me, Sheila. I won’t be blackmailed into marrying you because you might be pregnant with my child. As I said, if it turns out to be mine, and yes, I will insist on a paternity test, then we’ll deal with it, but I’m not marrying you.”
“You haven’t heard the last of me.” Sheila stomped to the door, whipped it open and left in a huff.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked, taking Peyton in his arms. He wasn’t sure how this would affect his budding relationship with the woman in his arms, but he didn’t like how quiet she had become or the paleness of her complexion.
“I’m okay.”
“I didn’t see this coming.”
“I know you didn’t.”
He moved to the front and shut the door. When he returned to her side, he sat them both down on the couch together. “I’m sorry. This is not something you should have to deal with. I need more information from Sheila like how far along she is. It’s been a while since we’ve been together.”
“Like how long?”
“A few months anyway.” He glanced at the ceiling as he tried to remember. “Three months at least.”
“She never mentioned anything to me when she was at my house drinking like a fish last week either and she knew you and I had been together.”
“Somehow I think this is a ploy. If she is indeed pregnant, it’s probably not mine. She’d have to be several months along for it to be.”
“Do you think she’s lying?”
“Could be. I mean, she sure jumped on me marrying her. Maybe she thought she’d get a ring from me and then play at a miscarriage. She wouldn’t be the first to pull that kind of stunt.”
“Why would she want to do that?” Peyton asked, sitting back against the arm of the couch.
“To break us up.”
“I thought she was my friend.”
“Some women do nasty things when men are involved.”
A smile curved her lips as one eyebrow rose over her eye. “And men don’t?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ve seen some men do silly things too for a woman they were head over heels for.”
“Oh, like what?”
“Cook them dinner.”
“That’s not a big deal. I’m cooking you dinner tonight,” he whispered, sliding his lips along her neck. Lord, I like to nip at her skin.
Her breathing hitched. “Fuck them against the wall.”
“Really?” he asked, liking where this conversation was headed. Fucking her against the wall sounded like a fantastic idea. He’d sure liked it when they’d done it before. He could hit the exact right spot inside her with that angle. “Wanna fuck?”
“More than anything.”
He tugged her tank top over her head, revealing the lacy bra covering her breasts. She sure has pretty tits. “I like your boobs.”
“Thanks.”
He skimmed his mouth down her chest to capture a nipple in his mouth through her bra. “They are magnificent.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
“They are perfect for me. Just the right size for my hands to cup. Someday I want to fuck you between these gorgeous mounds.”
“As I suck the head between my lips.”
“Fuck yeah.” He pushed one hand down the waistband of her jeans.
“Unbutton them first. It’s easier to reach me.” The minute he had them unfastened, she shoved them and her panties over her hips, revealing the tuft of hair at the juncture of her thighs. She toed off her boots as she wiggled out of her clothes. “Touch me. I need you.”
Her hot pussy almost scalded his fingers as he pushed them inside her. His cock ached to be there. His balls burned for release. He wanted to fuck her on the kitchen counter.
Without breaking he sweat, he picked her up and headed for the kitchen. She squeaked when the cold countertop hit her butt cheeks.
He chuckled as he unbuckled his belt. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Good. I’m so horny, I could combust.”
“Open for me, babe. I’m comin’ home.”
He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid the engorged flesh inside of her. The hot, silky feel of her pussy welcomed him like no one else ever had.
“That’s it. Fuck me.”
He slowly drew his cock out until just the head remained. She whimpered as she grabbed his hips, trying to pull him back inside her. With his hands on her hips, he began a slow, torturous fucking that would leave them both breathless, but wanting more. “Slow.”
“No, fast. Hard.”
“Nope. I’m controlling this.”
The soft mewling sounds she made ramped his desire higher. She was perfect for him in every way. She met him stroke for stroke, touch for touch, and feeling for feeling, or at least he hoped so because he was losing the battle to keep his heart out of the mix with her.
* * * *
The hard slide of his cock pushed her closer and closer to the edge of insanity. She wanted him to fuck her harder, but then again, she didn’t. The slow glide of his pace brought her to the brink without pushing her over. It was driving her crazy!
“Jason, please.”
“Please what, darlin’?”
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, that’s what we’re doin’.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I’m loving you.”
“God, please. Fuck me harder. I need you so bad.” With his finger nudging her clit, she exploded on a climactic high she’d never experienced before. “Oh God! Yes, yes, yes,” she panted with each penetration. He grabbed her hips, slamming his pelvis against hers with each thrust, but he wasn’t hitting quite the right spot for her to come again. She wanted that elusive G spot orgasm, but the angle wasn’t right. “Wait!”
His movements came to a screeching halt. “What?”
“Something isn’t right.”
“Feels right to me.”
“No, the angle. It’s not right. You aren’t hitting the right spot.”
“What can I do?”
“Up against the wall. That worked last time, with my legs over your arms.”
“Right, baby.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips as he swung them both around. “Shower. Wall.”
“Okay.” He walked the few steps down the hall it took to get to the bathroom.
At least this way if she squirted all over, it wouldn’t get on anything but the shower. She wanted to experience that for the first time and she thought if he could hit her G spot, she might get there. The minute her back hit the tile wall, she sucked in a ragged breath waiting for him to start to move.
“Better?” he asked, bringing her legs up over his forearms like before.
“Yeah.” He moved his hips and she moaned low in her throat as he hit the right spot. “Oh hell yeah. Right there.”
He slowly slid his cock in and out.
“Please.”
“Harder?”
“Yes, please, I need—” He slammed into her with seve
ral pumps of his hips, sending her skyrocketing into a soul-shattering climax. “Jason!”
She no more came down from one as he said, “You can come again, darlin’. Play with your clit.”
“I can’t.” She panted, feeling boneless as he continued to piston into her. Her body came alive even though she thought for sure she couldn’t come again. With each of his thrusts hitting her G spot, her pussy clamped down like she wanted to.
“Yes you can. Play with your clit, baby. Come for me again.”
“God, Jason.”
“Come on, darlin’. You can do it.”
He continued to drive her mad with want as he slowed his thrusts. She reached down between them to spread wetness around her clit and finger the tiny nub of nerves. She couldn’t believe it, but she wanted to come so badly, she hurt. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Good. I don’t want to be there by myself when my world implodes.”
“Come with me.”
“I’m right there. Are you?”
“Yeah, just a little—fuck!” Her climax hit her like a boulder rolling down a mountain to hit a brick wall. “God!”
Jason moaned in her ear as he shuddered to his own completion at the same time. His body shook beneath her fingers as he slipped out of her. After he let her legs fall to the floor, she smoothed her hands down his chest.
“We should shower.”
“I would love to shower with you and then I can finish making us dinner. Dessert kind of came before the main course.” He reached over and turned on the warm water for a minute before he flipped the showerhead on.
She grabbed the soap and began lathering it in her hands before slicking them over his pecs and abdomen. The soap bubbles slithered down between his legs. She scooped up some, rubbing the slippery substance around his flaccid cock.
“Keep that up and we’ll be having more dessert before dinner.”
“You going to be up for more so soon?” she asked, rubbing the soap around his balls and the base of his cock, fascinated by the hardening flesh.
“Babe, I’m perpetually horny around you, but we need to eat before we do anything else.” One of his sexy eyebrows went up over his eye. “Besides, I have more things I want to do to you.”
“Oh?”
“Ever had anal sex?”
“No.”
“Would you like to try it?”
She shrugged as she palmed his cock. “As long as there isn’t soap involved, I’m game to experience new things.”
He tipped his head back on his shoulders as a groan rumbled low in his chest. “I would love to show you all kinds of new things, but if you don’t stop that, I’m going to blow again.”
“Already?”
“Okay, stop.” He pushed her hand away before he stepped under the spray of water to wash the soap off. “Your turn.” With a palm full of soap, he washed her from neck to toes, spending a little more time than necessary on her breasts and pussy. “I need to make sure they are clean inside and out so I can feast on your willing flesh after dinner.” He guided her under the water to wash all the suds away and then turned off the spigot. After he grabbed two towels to dry off, he pushed her with a hand on her butt toward the door.
“I think my clothes are in living room.”
“That’s okay. We can eat naked, or you can anyway.”
“What if your family comes by?” she asked, with a giggle. “I’m sure you don’t want to show off my assets to them.”
He wrapped her up in his arms as he kissed her on the nose. “Hell no. I’m not sharing. I’m a pretty possessive guy when I like what I have.”
“And do you like what you have?”
“You are mine.”
“Am I? That sounded pretty possessive to me. I thought we weren’t doing a relationship.”
“I thought we were dating?”
He headed for the kitchen with just a towel around his hips, enticing her to tear the cotton material off and suck him dry. “Dating, yeah. Exclusive?”
With a glance over his shoulder, he said, “I don’t share well.” He opened the door on the oven to check whatever was inside. Apparently the food had been cooking on low while they were busy having wild sex.
“You’ve never been this way with any other woman, why me?”
“I like the way we are. I want it to continue.”
“This sounds an awful lot like a relationship, Jason.”
He grabbed a knife and began chopping some vegetables to put into a salad bowl. “So it’s a relationship.”
She popped one of the pieces of celery into her mouth. “I thought we weren’t doing a relationship?”
“What’s the problem?” he asked, pointing the knife in her direction. “I’m okay with this being what it is, but now you aren’t?”
“I wasn’t before. I know your reputation. This doesn’t sound like you.”
“So I’m evolving with what’s going on between us. Isn’t that okay? I thought things could change between two people.”
He continued to chop, but his movements told her she was agitating him beyond words. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to question your motives, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I’ve seen nothing from you up to this point, to indicate you were looking for something serious. Now you are changing your tune completely?”
When his movements paused, he turned to face her for a moment to say, “I don’t know what I’m looking for, Peyton. All I know is I’m not letting you go if I don’t have to. We’re good together and I want it to continue until we decide otherwise.”
She exhaled sharply as she headed back into the living room to put on her clothes. He might feel comfortable running around in nothing but a towel around his tempting hips, but she needed clothing.
Once she had everything on, she returned to the kitchen to find dinner almost ready and Jason dressed in a low slung pair of jeans. “What are we having?”
“Roasted chicken with mashed potatoes, salad and vegetables.”
“Sounds good. Do you like to cook?”
“Yeah. I loved being in the kitchen with my mom while we were growing up. Not having any girls was hard on her, but I enjoyed helping her.”
“Smells wonderful.”
“Thanks. If you take a seat, I’ll get it on the table in the dining room in a second. Everything is done.” The apparent agitation he was feeling earlier must have resolved. He was back to his charming self as he placed the food on the table. “Help yourself. Would you like beer, wine, milk, water or what to drink?”
“I’ll take a glass of wine.”
“Red or white?”
“Aren’t you supposed to have white with chicken?”
“I guess. I’m not a wine drinker. White it is.” He returned a few minutes later with a glass half full of white wine and set it near the top of her plate. “Chardonnay?”
“Perfect. See? You know more about it than you think.” She put her napkin on her lap and proceeded to cut into the chicken. The meat melted like butter on a hot sidewalk, on her tongue. “Wow. This is fabulous. I’ve never had chicken this tender and juicy before.” His lips curved up in that sexy smile she’d come to think of as reserved for her.
“Thanks.”
“How did you make it?”
“Several herbs, but the trick is to cook the chicken slowly on low heat so it doesn’t dry out.”
“Oh my gosh! This is absolutely amazing,” she said around bites of the meat and potatoes. The man could really cook. “You’ll have to cook for me all the time now that you’ve spoiled me on your cooking.”
“Anytime, darlin’. I love someone who appreciates my talents in the kitchen.”
She tilted her head slightly to the left and smiled. Oh she would definitely appreciate his talents in the kitchen over and over before the night was through, if she had her way about it.
Chapter Eleven
The conversation during dinner veered away from anything too serious. They talked about the ranch and
his duties, his plans for his own herd as well as the bulls he was breeding for the PBR. Her plans for school coming up in the fall, although she didn’t go into detail about why she wanted to be an abuse counselor. She didn’t feel ready to tell him about Charles.
“When did you get your first piercing?”
“Do you mean besides my earlobes like every other little girl?”
“Yeah.” He shoved his plate away and leaned back in his chair. “You have what, your tongue, your ears, belly button which is totally hot, by the way, your eyebrow. What else?”
“Nothing. That’s it. Isn’t it enough?”
“I guess. Which was your first besides your ears?”
“I did several holes in my ears before I did anything else. The rest came after.”
“After what?”
She bit her lower lip as she tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t go into the emotional abuse of her past. “After my belly button. I got that one next.”
“Oh. Interesting. Is there a reason for each piercing?”
Fear slithered down her spine. She didn’t want Jason to know of the emotional scars she still held deep in her soul. Charles certainly had done a number on her not only emotionally, but physically in the way she got the piercings to make her body fit into the picture perfect woman for him. Charles was a big burly man and although he never got physically abusive with her, the emotional toll was enough to send her into a tailspin. She could never please him—from sexual intercourse to cooking dinner—nothing was ever good enough for him. He belittled her constantly and when she’d try to stand up for herself, he’d deny there was a problem. She wanted to go to counseling then, but he refused, insisting there wasn’t anything wrong with their relationship. Now that she knew more about emotional abuse, she understood the problem his constant verbal and emotional manipulation took on her. She didn’t trust easily and that cumulated in her relationship with men.
“What do you mean?”
“Some people get tats to commemorate a loved one or something. I wasn’t sure if the same thing applied to piercings.”
For me, yes. I got each one in hopes of making myself beautiful for Charles. “No. I just felt like getting them.” I was never good enough for him.
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