* * *
“Ahem.” Jesse said, clearing his throat from the doorway. This was an interesting way to go straight to bed and he would love to know what was running through her mind about his jocks.
Alyssa jumped and stuffed the offending garment back into the bag. “I was just…”
“Uh-huh,” he said.
“Really. I was looking for something of yours to cuddle.”
“Because?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I guess I felt a bit guilty. You were late, and I was in trouble. I didn’t want to wait, and I missed you.”
Her cheeky smile did melt his heart. “I was late because I wanted to finish what I started, as I explained on the phone. I also realized I needed some time to calm down.”
“You were going to spank me again, weren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m still going to spank you. I just didn’t want to spank you while I was ready to explode.”
“There’s no need. I know what I did wrong. I was acting a little crazy.”
“Yes, you were.” More than a little.
“Knocking on the door of a client was too much.”
“Seriously.” Way too much, pretty girl.
“Okay, well it’s late. I think you were right. We should leave this until morning.”
He had to smile at her dive for the door, but he caught her arm before she got past him. “Nope. I needed to calm down. I’m calm now.” He leaned over and trapped her effectively under his arm. He carted her over to the bed.
“Let me go!” she wailed as she found herself spinning in mid-air. “Please. What are you doing?”
He pushed himself back against the headboard of the bed, taking her along with him. “Making myself comfortable,” he said. “It’s been a long day.”
“Please, Jesse,” she begged.
Ignoring her pleas and catching the hand she was using to try and cover herself, Jesse brought his hand down with a firm whack on the back of her tight jeans. “I have never seen anybody do such a disrespectful, untrusting thing.” Each word was punctuated with a crisp spank that landed in a different spot each time. One of his favorite ways to spank her was to keep her guessing, so no smack landed where she thought it would.
“I know!” she wailed dramatically. “Stop, Jesse! You’re hurting me!”
“Oh, please! You can’t even feel it. Stand up.” He swung his long legs over the edge of the bed. He stood a surprised Alyssa between his legs so he could wrestle with the catch on her jeans.
“No!” She tried hard to stop him but to no avail.
He slapped her fingers and slid down the zip, finally yanking her pants to her knees. “Now, I’m going to give you something to cry about.”
“I’m sorry!” she panted. “Really.” It was the truth. She was getting sorrier with every hot, exploding smack.
Jesse opted for staying on the edge of the bed with Alyssa dangling precariously over his knee.
She grabbed for the carpet.
Jesse smoothed the skimpy panties over her round bottom. Just as he thought, not even pink. Several firm swats on each lightly covered cheek brought some color, with satisfying finger marks peeking out from the lace trim. She was squirming, but she still wasn’t feeling it enough. It was time to get serious.
“You. Crossed. The line,” he said pulling her panties up into the crack of her bottom. Her surprised squeal was almost comical, but her pleading for him to stop kept him from smiling.
“No! Jesse, no!”
When she shot a hand back, he caught it and continued with a flurry of spanks that had her sobbing. Unlike before where he surprised her by spanking randomly, this time he picked a spot down low and spanked repeatedly in that one place until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jesse, please!” she wailed.
He moved his hand to her other cheek and gave it the same treatment while hopefully giving her something to think about. Her soft white thighs were covered in pink handprints that he’d splattered across them while he lectured, “If we don’t have trust, we have nothing to build out relationship on.”
“I know!”
Her heartbroken cries told him that she had received his message loud and clear. “It’s over now,” he crooned. His large hands rubbed warm circles all over her back and bottom.
“That hurt!” she sobbed into his shirt.
“That was the point,” Jesse said, helping her to stand and pulling her jeans right off her legs.
“Am I forgiven?” she sniffled.
“Of course, but that was nothing compared to what you will get if you ever pull a stunt like that again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He knew she was sincere—it was written all over her face. She was looking into his eyes and searching for approval. “Good girl.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. How had he ever survived without her? She was very quickly becoming his reason for doing just about everything.
“I guess I better go to bed.”
“Good idea. It’s still a work day tomorrow.” He watched her walk towards the door, but he didn’t want her to go. He caught the back of her panties and tugged her back.
“I thought you wanted something of mine to cuddle.”
She smiled cutely. “I didn’t want to ask.”
“How about the real thing.” His heart leapt at her look of open joy. That was what he loved about this girl. If she was unhappy, everyone knew about it, especially him. But when she was happy, the joy shone from her.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He flipped back the bedclothes. “Climb in. I’ll be back after I take a shower.”
“Is this the romantic night?”
“No, not yet. It’s coming.” Soon though.
By the time Jesse got back from his shower, Alyssa was curled up asleep. He climbed in next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight spoon. “Very soon,” he said with a sigh as her warm bottom snuggled against his crotch.
Chapter Six
When Alyssa woke the next morning, the space beside her was empty. She was disappointed but realized it was probably a little later than usual. Jesse must have started work and left her to sleep in. By the time she got downstairs, the guys were working, but Jesse wasn’t there. “Where’s Jesse?” she asked.
“He has an appointment,” Matty said.
“He’s doing a job that came up,” Chase said at the same time.
Alyssa looked from one to the other and the only word to describe their looks was fishy. “Is it in the book?” she asked them both, but with her eyes fixed on Jack—the one most likely to give away whatever was going on with a look.
Matty looked a little shiftily at Chase.
“Probably didn’t have time,” Chase muttered.
“Okay, then,” Alyssa said. Boys really do stick together, don’t they, she thought.
She walked away not knowing what to think. When she went to sleep last night she was a hundred percent sure she could trust Jesse, but already doubts were sparking in the back of her mind. It probably had something to do with her ex-boyfriend. He’d cheated on her and broken her heart last year at school.
Her roomy’s voice kept creeping back at her. “What do you expect? If they’re not getting it from you, they’re gonna get it somewhere else. Guys need sex.”
So he wasn’t getting it from the pregnant lady, but was he getting it somewhere else? No, he wouldn’t do that to her. She did trust him—implicitly. It was all the other women in the world she didn’t trust, and she didn’t understand how he was managing this without getting any. He hadn’t so much as laid a hand on her in that way since that night, apart from a little boob action. Even when she urged him to touch her down there he hadn’t. and last night when they’d slept in the same bed, he hadn’t made a move.
* * *
Jesse had an appointment that morning and several errands to run. First up was an appointment at the bank. After a practically sleepless night
with a beautiful yet untouchable girl in his arms, he’d risen early and spent a good half an hour in a cold shower. It had taken the edge off, but Alyssa was right, he needed to get this romance thing happening. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury himself in that sweet young body and make her his forever. He’d had relationships before, but this was the only one that he wanted to not just get right but to get perfect. Bratty as she could be, this girl was a keeper. Damn, he was about to walk into the bank, and his cock had tented in his pants at the mere thought of having Alyssa naked in his arms. Luckily he’d brought his laptop with him. He shook his head as he covered his arousal. She was turning him back into a high school kid that had to walk around with a book or a jacket permanently joined to his front.
This was the day he got the ball rolling. He had to contact his uncle and then somehow explain all this to Alyssa’s mom. He wanted her to know that her daughter was in good hands. Alyssa wouldn’t be happy, but he’d explain his reasoning when the time was right.
* * *
“You look remarkably clean for someone that’s been at work all morning.”
Alyssa was obviously in a mood again. “Is there a problem?”
“No. No problem. I thought the boys said you went out on a job, that’s all. You don’t look like you do when you’ve been at work.”
“I had an appointment at the bank. Taking care of my finances is part of my job, honey.” The ‘honey’ was strained. He couldn’t believe she was already taking this tack again.
“Oh, of course. I missed you, that’s all. You want to have lunch with me?”
“Sure,” Jesse said, glad that she’d dropped her attitude so quickly. “How about we go out somewhere nice.” He wanted to spend time with her, and he didn’t want her to feel unsure of his love or neglected.
“Really?”
There it was again, that sunshine in her smile. “Yes, really. About time I spent some quality time with my girl.”
“Just let me get changed, okay?”
“Take as long as you want.”
Jesse was talking to Matty and Chase while they were painting, but they all stopped when Alyssa bounced into the room.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“No.”
“Nah.”
“Not at all.”
Their unplanned chorus of negative responses embarrassed all three, especially Jesse. “We better get going. I have another job late this afternoon,” Jesse said taking her hand and towing her away.
“Sure you can fit me in?”
“Yes. I can even fit in a quick trip over my knee, if you want. Apparently I didn’t spank you hard enough last night if you’re giving me attitude about work.” He wanted this to be a nice day, but he wasn’t going to let her slide backwards.
“Nope. All happy here. Let’s go. I’m starving.”
* * *
Alyssa got used to Jesse working extra hours. Used to it was not the same as liking it. She sat on the bed and watched him get ready to leave.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she lied. “I guess I’m just a little lonely that’s all.”
“I know. Work’s been busy. It won’t always be this way, I promise.”
You make a lot of promises, she thought sullenly. “I know, you told me.” She wished he would lay down beside her so her fingers could explore those tight abs. Her lips could then follow her fingers to where his well-defined “V” muscle promised unknown delights.
“Don’t forget to eat dinner.”
“Sorry?” Alyssa was bounced back to the present.
“Dinner. Eat something healthy, not just ice cream or soda and chips.”
“Yeah, sure.” She’d put a banana in her ice cream. Bananas were healthy, weren’t they? It was different when she was sharing a meal with him because she enjoyed that, but cooking a healthy meal just for herself was boring. She returned his kiss but didn’t move. Instead, when he left, she lay there for a long time staring at the ceiling, the picture of Jesse as he got changed very fresh in her mind. In this image, however, he was not wearing pants or jocks or anything else. He was buck-naked, and he was beautiful.
She waited for the back door to close and for the engine to start on Jesse’s truck before slipping underneath the covers. She undid the zip on her denim shorts and shimmied out of them, sighing as her fingers slithered into her damp panties. When she closed her eyes, Jesse was hovering above her, and it was his imagined fingers that were touching her, parting her swollen lips, and searching for her pleasure center. The room was still heady with his favorite cologne that he’d sprayed after his shower. With her eyes closed, it wasn’t hard to imagine him there.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned as she took his swollen member in her own hand. “Work it up and down.” She slid her hands up and down his shaft, watching as his eyes rolled back in rapture. “So good…”
“Like this” She smiled when he nodded and pulled her on top of him. Her legs were spread wide, and her lips opened, letting all her juices drip onto his burning skin.
“That’s the way. Oh, your panties are so wet, Lyssy. You want it, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, Jesse. Please.” She ground her soaking panties into him, trying to get his hardened cock into just the right place.
She flicked at her clit, rubbing and circling, the smell of Jesse’s cologne wafting past her, bringing him to life.
“We don’t need these.” He snapped the sides of her panties and tossed them away, flipping her onto her back in one movement. He poised above her, his hard cock pressed right at her entrance.
“Yes, Jesse, yes! Now!” She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his big cock inside her. It would feel good, wouldn’t it? She wouldn’t care if there was pain. She wanted him in her. She flicked her clit harder and pushed two fingers into her pussy, then three, moving them around, trying to stretch herself to feel what she would feel if it were Jesse’s cock inside her. He must be bigger than her fingers, and she closed her eyes as she saw him again, imagined him sliding inside her. Another flick of her clit, and Alyssa couldn’t hold off her orgasm any longer. Her butt lifted off the bed of its own accord as ripples of pleasure rocked through her, leaving her panting and wide eyed.
Damn! What if someone had come in? What if her juices leaked onto his sheets? Would he know? She jumped up and examined the sheets, thankful that she hadn’t left traces of her shame on the bed. She had to get out of there and pretend that had never happened.
She hunted around in the bed until she found her shorts. She zipped back up and was about to leave when she saw Jesse’s cell on the night table. He must have forgotten it. Oh God, what if he’d come back and found her… doing that? Oh well, thankfully he didn’t. He wouldn’t come back now.
She fingered the edges of the phone. Here was a dilemma. She could take a peak in there because they trusted each other, so they had nothing to hide, right? That would be wrong. That would be so wrong. She tried to walk away, but she just couldn’t. The phone seemed to just jump into her hand. It was just lying there in her palm, like an early Christmas present just begging to be opened. If she were to just have a little look it would put her mind at rest, and then it would be worth it, wouldn’t it?
All she had to do was press a couple of buttons, and his messages were looking at her. She scrolled down through the quotes and obvious business messages, and then one got her attention.
Our meeting today at Lake Inn.
Her breath caught in her throat. Maybe it was a business meeting. She’d be better off not knowing. Close it. Close it, she told herself. It’s probably perfectly innocent, about business or something. But before she knew it, she was reading the message itself.
Jesse, I’m glad you like all the little extra touches available with our service. I hope you’ll be happy with what we have to offer and will be a very happy return customer.
Alyssa threw the phone back on the dresser like it was dirty.
He’d
been to a brothel! That’s how he’s been able to not have sex. That’s disgusting. She ran from the room and into the safety of her mom’s bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped into the hot water. As the soapy bubbles from the shampoo ran all over her, she wished it could wash away the memory of what she’d just seen. She had no idea what to do, and she had never felt more alone. For the first time in a long while, she wanted her mom.
* * *
“Alyssa?” Jesse called out as he came up the stairs. It was only eight o’clock, and it was unusual for her to be in bed already. She’d been quiet before he left, so maybe she wasn’t feeling very well. He opened the bedroom door, but the bed was empty. He crossed to his room, but she wasn’t there either. She must have gone out.
Jesse jogged down the steps and out to the garage. The car was gone. Maybe she popped to the supermarket. He went back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He needed food. There must be something here he could eat until Alyssa got back. After a quick check of their supplies, he realized they had both bread and milk. Hmm, he thought. Something was off here. It wasn’t like Alyssa to just run off and not phone him or leave a note or something. He suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore, so he went into the living room and switched on the TV. He flicked mindlessly through the channels for a while before turning it back off. He had a really bad feeling.
Suddenly, he remembered his phone. He’d left his phone here this afternoon. Alyssa wouldn’t know that. Maybe she had tried to ring. He took the stairs three at a time to get to his phone and hopefully some answers.
Jesse didn’t notice that his cell had changed positions. But as soon as he touched it, the light came on highlighting something he really didn’t expect to see. An open message from the Lakeside Inn. “Oh no,” he said. Little Miss Nosey had apparently been snooping. He read the message. Then he read it again. Surely she wouldn’t have twisted it into something bad, would she? Yet, she wasn’t there, and she hadn’t left word as to where she would be. The frustrated man ran a hand through his hair. He had absolutely no idea where to even start looking. One thing was for certain, when he got his hands on his little snooper, she was going to be one sorry girl. Running off without saying anything because she’d read God-knows-what into a message that was not only perfectly innocent but was supposed to be a surprise.
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