by Thianna D
“Really?” she asked in surprise. “My innocent side really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” he groaned, laying back and pulling her close. “It loosens an animal inside.”
“Mmm. I like that animal. Though, maybe we should get some food before we go for round two,” she suggested as her finger made rings around his left nipple.
He chuckled, his body shaking under her. “Sounds good, Zinnia. I make a mean omelette if you’ve got the fixens for it. If not, we can go find… ah, hell. Is there a breakfast place in town?”
“I have no idea. But a big stack of pancakes covered in syrup sounds wonderful.” Having a man who liked her figure was a plus. Maybe she could eat and not feel guilty about it all the time.
“That does sound good,” he agreed. “Hold on.” Sliding out from under her, he found his jeans and pulled out his cell phone. “Let me call Calbert. He loves breakfast out, too. If there’s a place nearby, he’ll know.”
As he waited for Calbert to answer the phone, she ogled him. Damn, but he was a fine looking man. Well-built and it was obvious he worked out, but he hadn’t tried to hide the silver in his hair, which meant he had no trouble getting older. Leaning up on an elbow, she wondered how old he was. Forty maybe?
“Calbert, glad you’re up… Well, hell, why not?” he asked with a grin, catching her looking at him and winked. “I want to head to breakfast. Anywhere close that’s good?” As he listened, he came back to bed and lay down next to her, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone palming and kneading her right breast. Instantly, her mind was on things besides breakfast. “Ah, really? Is it worth the drive…? Sweet. Thanks, Calbert… No… Because I’m with someone, that’s why and… Fuck you, too,” he said with a laugh. “No, I’ll talk to ya later. Sure. Give Jenna a hug for me.” Chuckling he hung up, his eyes dipping down to watch his fingers which were now tweaking and pinching her nipple. “Calbert says there’s a pancake house about an hour’s drive which is pretty good. Well worth the trip. So, do you want to stay here and eat omelettes? Or go for a drive and get some fluffy pancakes?”
His eyes met hers and a large grin crossed his face. “Or is your mind on other pursuits, Miss Loraine?”
A sudden image of her across his desk and him spanking her came to mind. Obviously with him around, thinking clearly was going to be an issue. She put on her best innocent look and batted her eyelashes. “But, Mr. Nelson, whatever could you mean?”
His eyes widened and she saw it. They contracted and she realized that animal he spoke of truly came to life. Well, damn, she was going to use that more often.
Leaning in, he rested his forehead against hers and his nose touched her own. “Well, Miss Loraine,” he said in a firm, deep voice. “Your choice. We stay here, which means I make you breakfast, fuck you, and if you’re a really, really good girl I might let you suck me off. Or…” Her mouth dropped open and she could imagine herself drooling. She was instantly ready for option one. “We go to breakfast. Which means you suck me off in the car on the way up or the way back and…” He paused and cocked his head. “What sex toys do you have?”
Surprised, she pointed past him at the small side table. “In there.”
Reaching out, he opened the door and pulled out her small box of toys. Dumping them on the bed, he grinned. “Oh yeah. Okay, so option two is you suck me off on the way while wearing this.” He picked up her shiny silver butt plug which had a small purple jewel in the base. “And then, if you’re a really good girl when we get home I’ll spank your ass, remove the plug, and fuck you. How does that sound?”
A little whimper left her lips. She loved anal sex, almost more than vaginal. How had he known? “In the ass?” she asked hopefully.
He blinked and his smile widened. “Hot damn. Yes.”
As he hopped up again, obviously ready for either option, she sent him a sultry smile. “And what if I’m a really, really bad girl?”
His eyes darkened and he leaned over her, his mouth right next to her ear. “Then I spank you hard, fuck you harder, and make you wear these while I let you cook for me.” He lifted up her nipple clamps. Why she kept the horrible things, she didn’t know, but she had spent so much money for them she kept lugging them around.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Okay. Ummm.” Option one or two. Damn, they both sounded good. “Can we do one today and another tomorrow?” she asked hopefully.
Smiling and giving her a rather roguish wink, he tweaked her nipple making her squeak. “If you’re a good girl. Oh, and I have a party I’m going to tonight over at Benjamin and Jonathon’s house. Want to come with me?”
“What’s it for?” she asked, letting him drag her up from the bed.
“Their twentieth anniversary.”
“Wow. That’s impressive.”
“It is. Especially as they’re still so incredibly happy. In fact, I’d wager, happier than they were when they met.” A strange expression crossed his face but then it was gone. She wondered what he was thinking about. His deceased wife, maybe? It would be hard to measure up to a dead woman.
“Now, let’s get going. I really like the sound of pancakes,” he said, walking toward her bathroom.
“Okay, I need to shower,” she called out.
“Nuh-uh,” he called back. “I want you smelling of sex.”
Heat coursed through her and she half stumbled to her closet. Holy hell. Corbin Nelson was a walking, talking sex god. She was going to enjoy this ride as long as she could.
Chapter Five
The hour drive up to the pancake house was filled with so much sexual tension, Corbin considered many times pulling off the road and taking Zinnia right there and then. If it weren’t that the roads were icy and the snow piled up high on each side, he probably would have. As it was, each soft sigh from his right or a glance which showed her sitting there innocently looking out the window jacked up his desire for her even further.
He was thrilled but confused. All his life he had been led to believe that a man’s ability to perform lessened with age. True, he’d met men in the BDSM clubs who seemed to get it up often enough, but he’d always assumed they were taking something. Now, with his cock achingly hard against the zipper of his jeans, Corbin had to rethink his ideas. Maybe all he’d needed was the right woman. With his shrew of a wife, his ability to have an erection had lessened over the years until the only thing that got him going was a nice ass to spank. Now, with the beauty sitting behind him, this was a whole new world.
It was better than being twenty-one again.
The parking lot of the pancake house was filled with cars but he was still able to find a spot in the back. Stepping out of the car, he was pleased that Zinnia waited for him to open her door. She might have been surprised at the gentleman that he was last night, but by this morning, she seemed very happy with it.
Well, that and the animal within.
Grinning, he opened the door and held out his hand to help her out. “You look amazing,” he growled softly as she stepped out of the car. Wrapped in a heavy winter coat, he couldn’t see her lavender lace blouse at the moment, but he knew it was there. She had worn tight blue jeans at his insistence… well, actually at his begging, and her ass looked absolutely amazing in them.
Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he led her into the small restaurant. The noise inside was a bit overwhelming, but he supposed that was what happened when you were the only restaurant halfway up to a ski lift.
The waitress sat them at a small table for two in the corner and handed them their menus before walking away.
“Oooh,” Zinnia moaned and Corbin grimaced internally as his cock responded. “They’ve got strawberry pancakes. With whipped cream on top.”
Imagining her with strawberries and whipped cream made him adjust and grin. Damn but it was nice to have his libido back. “I can’t wait to watch you eat it.”
She glanced up and to his amazement turned a little pink. “You blush.” The soft pink spr
eading across her cheeks delighted him.
Laughing softly, she nodded. “Every once in a while. When someone surprises me.”
“I’ll have to surprise you more often.”
Glasses of water plunked down at their table as their waiter asked for their orders.
“The lady will have the strawberry pancakes with whipped cream. Extra whipped cream,” Corbin said. “And I’ll have a small stack and a side of ham steak.”
“Anything to drink with that?”
“Zinnia?” Corbin encouraged and she blushed more before ordering an apple juice. “Large orange juice for me and a coffee.” After their waiter left, Corbin observed the soft pink cheeks. “I bet your ass looks amazing after a spanking.”
Her eyes widened before that glint he loved entered them. “Why I do believe they glow, but then it’s been ages since anyone turned up the heat on them. Know anyone who could do that?” she asked, once again looking at him through her lashes.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll head to the restroom right now.”
Her grin and cheeky smile were all that was needed for him to decide. “The moment we get home. After all, I don’t think either of us has been able to break in the welcome gift.”
Spluttering, she blinked at him. “That thing looks deadly.”
“Yep. Brent had it made. Of course it is. And the perfect thing to light up your ass.” A gentleman sitting behind Zinnia turned and gave him a startled look. Corbin just nodded at him and the man turned back around. Leaning in, he murmured, “The man behind you is shocked.”
She giggled and glanced over her shoulder before turning back and leaning in to where their noses almost touched. “Should I offer to send him picture proof afterward?”
Unable to keep it in, a laugh burst from his throat and hers soon followed. Her sense of humor was utterly delightful.
As Corbin had expected, Calbert was right. This place had amazing food. But he knew his favorite part was watching Zinnia dig into her mountain of strawberry pancakes with mounds of whipped cream and strawberry sauce. It was like watching a child at Christmas and he was captivated. She showed no shame as she dug into her food and her total delight as she ate just increased his joy. Spots of whipped cream kept popping up: on her nose, cheeks, and chin before she’d wipe them off with her napkin. Each dab drew his eye, but he didn’t tell her no matter how much he wanted to lick each bit off. He considered buying some whipped cream to have at her place so he could drip dollops anywhere he wanted before licking them off.
When they were ready to leave, she wiped her face one more time, leaving a nice little dot of cream on her nose to his amusement and lust. After paying for the food, he led her out into the cold winter day. As soon as they were out of the door, he turned her toward him and licked the cream that had been calling to him off and on for the last forty minutes.
“Oh!” she gasped and then she must have seen the cream disappear into his mouth. “Well, Corbin, if you were that hungry, why didn’t you tell me?” Pulling away from him, she glanced over her shoulder. “I’m creaming right now.”
“In the car,” he growled and she trotted over to it, waiting for him to open the door before sliding in. It was an hour drive back to Corbin’s Bend and he dreaded the uncomfortable ride. Even though he adjusted himself, he was hard as could be and these jeans weren’t meant to be packing.
“Need some help with that?” The words were spoken in a husky tone and he glanced at her before pulling out of the parking lot.
“If you want to help, I’m not going to say no.”
To his surprise, she leaned over and had his pants unbuttoned and opened quickly, reaching in and extricating his cock. No wonder he was uncomfortable. The hood had already drawn back and the head was a deep red. Before he could find an area to pull over at, she engulfed his shaft in one gulp. “Fuck!” he gasped, both in pleasure and awe. The woman didn’t have a gag reflex. Well, hot damn!
Keeping his attention on the icy road as she sucked and bobbed on his dick was definitely an achievement. Her moist mouth and tongue massaged his skin with each pass and every time she came up, she licked the slit making him moan. Once again his inability for longevity came to a head when he came within two minutes. Made him feel like a teenager again. To his astonishment, she swallowed and then cleaned him with her tongue before putting him away.
Realizing he was only going five miles an hour, he found a small turn out, pulled over and stopped. Before she could ask anything, he yanked her over and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth instantly. The taste of him on her was intoxicating and he didn’t want to stop. When the need for breath made him pull back, they were both gasping for air. “That was fantastic,” he told her. “And I’m definitely painting that tush red when we get home.”
Her answering smile was all he needed to know.
They managed to make small talk all the way back home and the sexual tension in the car, which had been simmering the whole way, skyrocketed the moment they drove under the Corbin’s Bend sign. His fingers itched and he could hardly wait to spank her derriere, until they turned onto her street and saw two cars parked in front of her house. The first was a cop car, the other belonged to Brent.
Zinnia sat up straight as he pulled into her drive. “What’s going on?” The panic in her voice was unexpected. Why would seeing a cop car make her scared?
“I don’t know. Let’s find out,” he encouraged, quickly getting out of the car. She sat frozen in the passenger seat even after he opened the door. It wasn’t until he opened her door, unbuckled the seatbelt, and forcibly pulled her out that she seemed to snap back.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I just don’t understand why a cop’s here.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure,” he said, trying to assist but by how tense she was, he didn’t know if he could help. What was going on?
The driver’s side doors on both vehicles opened and Brent and a policeman stepped out, joining them as they walked to the door.
“Brent?” Corbin asked, a protective arm around the shaking woman next to him.
“Morning, Corbin. Hello, Zinnia,” Brent said pleasantly. “Shall we go inside? Officer Leano has some information about your car issues.”
Zinnia relaxed so much he had to grab her so she didn’t fall. “Sure,” she said in a tired voice. Unlocking the door, she walked in, the three of them behind her. “Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Hot chocolate?” Her voice was dead, so unlike the woman he had been with since last night. Then again, her new car had blown a wheel and terrified her. Maybe he should encourage her to get back to driving as soon as possible. The longer she stayed away from it, the more terror there would be.
Officer Leano and Brent sat on the one sofa. When Zinnia seemed unable to make a decision, Corbin sat down in her armchair and pulled her onto his lap.
“Miss Loraine,” Officer Leano said in a calm voice, “we found the tire from your Audi. Normally we would just think you hit something in the road, but as it was a brand new car, we had forensics run a sweep just to see if anything was wrong.”
“And was it?” Corbin asked, wondering if the company had given her substandard tires.
“Yes. Your tire was slashed before the accident.”
“It what?” Corbin asked, not really believing what he’d just heard. But it was Zinnia’s reaction that caught all their attention.
“Oh my god. He found me.” Bursting into tears, she turned into Corbin’s arms and cried huge, body jerking sobs. “I thought I did everything to stay off the radar, but he still found me.”
Corbin, even as his arms surrounded the woman in his arms protectively, stared at the other two men’s faces. Instead of shock, which was what he expected to see, it looked as though she had just confirmed something they already knew.
“You think he found you in Corbin’s Bend?” Brent asked, his voice firm even if his eyes were kind. “I know the basics, Zinnia, but for the sake of Corbin and Leano, I think yo
u should give the whole story.”
It took a few minutes for Zinnia to stop crying enough that she could talk. “We don’t know his name,” she said through her sniffles. “He’s been stalking me for the last six months before I moved. He hurt a former date of mine and the letters he’s sent were… disturbing. My agent Ken came up with the idea of me getting away. The letters were more and more alarming and he was threatening something huge and…” Zinnia took a deep breath. “The scandal he caused ruined my career. I had to get away, to hide. I thought Corbin’s Bend would be safe. But he found me.”
“Now, we can’t be sure it’s this guy,” Corbin tried to reason.
“Maybe not,” Leano replied. “But that cut on her wheel was deliberate. As this is the first lead we’ve had, I’ll need to know everything you know.”
“Me as well,” Brent said. “Sounds like we need to beef up security.”
“I’ll go,” Zinnia said in a tiny voice. “I don’t want to put this community in jeopardy.”
“Zinnia,” Brent said kindly. “This isn’t the first time someone in our fair community has been threatened. And I wouldn’t have accepted you if I wasn’t prepared to protect you, just like I do everyone who moves in here. If you want to leave, we cannot stop you. But think about it. A community that’s filled with alpha males. How much more protected could you be?”
That brought out a soft huff of a laugh from her. Her puffy eyes which were ringed in red and her bright red nose made Corbin just want to pull her close and do whatever he needed to get rid of this threat.
“I know it’s difficult, but do you feel up to giving me everything you know?” Leano asked.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “I’ll need coffee for this. Anyone else?”
Corbin was pretty sure it was part need, part desire to get away for just a few seconds that made her climb off his lap and go into the kitchen. Instantly he felt a little cold. Glancing at his friend, he glowered when the man grinned at him. “You’re looking rather happy, or you were before this came up,” Brent murmured.
