Reignited: Ensenada Heat Book 3

by Tess Summers

  She turned over onto her stomach. “Good, I’m glad. Would you mind putting some lotion on my back?”

  Gee, would I mind rubbing your body sensuously? Hmm…that was a tough one. He suspected she knew what touching her body would do to him.

  “You need to warm the lotion up first though,” she demanded.

  He smirked. She was loving her perceived power. He’d play along—for now.

  “I wouldn’t dream of putting cold lotion on your back, Ms. Fairchild.”

  She lifted her head and lowered her glasses on her nose to look at him.

  “Ha ha. Very funny.”

  He rubbed the lotion vigorously between his hands before touching the middle of her back with it and working outward, spending a lot of time on her shoulders.

  “God, Jake, that feels so good,” she cooed, her body becoming more pliant with every stroke.

  He worked his way down her back, then continued to her thighs. Not wanting to stop caressing her, he also lotioned her calves and arms, and anywhere else that was currently exposed to the sun.

  “I love when you touch me,” she murmured, sounding half-asleep.

  “That makes two of us.”

  “You always did take such good care of me,” she continued with a sigh. He could see her eyes were closed behind her glasses.

  “I will again, if you’ll let me.”

  “You’ll just break my heart again.”

  She turned her head, like the conversation was over. Jacob wasn’t a fan of being dismissed like that—especially with her parting shot that he’d break her heart again. He’d do no such thing, dammit. He ran his hands down her back again to her legs, rubbing her slit over her swimsuit discreetly as he rubbed between her thighs. She spread her legs a little wider for him; he wasn’t sure if she’d done it intentionally or subconsciously.

  “Mmm, that’s a good girl. Spread those legs for me,” he whispered in her ear as he took another subtle swipe over the fabric.

  He could feel the heat generating between her legs.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to bury my face between these thighs,” he growled, massaging her legs in circles.

  Taren turned her face back toward him and whimpered.

  “Would you like that, Tink?”

  “Mmm hmm,” she responded; her tone higher pitched than normal.

  “Me too, baby, I promise to take you back to your cabin later and do just that.”

  “I’m ready, now,” she whispered breathlessly, eyes still closed.

  He drained his Scotch and set it on the side table before standing up.

  “Unfortunately, I’ve got to go make some calls,” he said. “Do you want me to bring you back anything?”

  He watched her open her eyes slowly, then look up at him with a smirk.

  “You’re getting me all hot and bothered and then leaving me to go work? Why am I not surprised?”

  One eyebrow lifted as he warned, “Watch it, little one, or you’ll be over my knee again.” She bit her bottom lip, and Jacob tried to disguise his grin. “I won’t be long. I’ve just got to get a few things ready for my meeting in Ensenada tomorrow.”

  She shrugged like she didn’t care and turned over onto her back.

  “I’m sure I can find someone to put more lotion on my back if you take too long.”

  He surveyed the deck filled with men her age, some discreetly trying to check her out. He’d already figured out which few were going to be brave enough to approach her after he left.

  “I wouldn’t advise that.”

  “Jealous?”

  He shook his head nonchalantly. “Nah. Territorial.”

  “What’s the difference?” she scoffed.

  He leaned down and growled in her ear, “Jealous is when you want something that isn’t yours. Territorial is protecting what belongs to you.”

  “Who says I belong to you?” she challenged.

  He wanted to respond, I do, but knew there was some gamesmanship going on right now.

  “Fair enough. If you get a better offer, I’ll walk away and wish you well. But make sure it’s a better offer, otherwise your ass is going to be pink for trying to make me jealous.”

  She dropped her glasses down her nose and glared at him.

  “I thought you said you’re territorial?”

  “You reminded me I don’t have a right to say that. Yet.”

  “You—” she looked down and picked at her towel before glancing back at him. “You could probably say it.”

  He broke out into a wide smile and leaned down to kiss her below her ear.

  “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  ****

  Taren

  She dozed off in the sun with a smile on her face. Her heart was light; although she hadn’t said it out loud yet, she knew she was going to give Jake another chance. That knowledge made her happy, relieved, even.

  And the sex? Oh dear god; not even in her dirtiest fantasies had she imagined it this good. There was something to be said for surrendering control to someone you trust. And she did trust him.

  “Ready for another?”

  She opened her eyes to see a good looking, bronzed, shirtless man holding a red slushy drink like the one Jacob had ordered for her earlier.

  Taren took the offered drink and set it down on the table next to her.

  “Thanks,” she said with a polite smile.

  “Mind if I sit?” the blond man asked as he plopped down in the chair Jacob had occupied earlier.

  “Well, um, that’s my…. That’s my boyfriend’s seat. He’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  It felt weird calling Jake her boyfriend, but she hoped that would help move the guy along. While the idea of Jacob being jealous—or territorial, whatever—over her was sexy, she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to see it in action.

  “I’ll just keep you company until he comes back,” the man said dismissively. “I’m Jeff, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out, which she dutifully took.

  “Taren.”

  “Nice to meet you, Taren. Is this your first cruise?”

  “It is, actually. My boyfriend surprised me with it.”

  She kept talking about Jake, hoping the guy would get the hint.

  “So what do you do for work?” Jeff asked.

  “I’m, um, a nurse,” she said nervously, looking around for Jacob. “And you?”

  “I’m in software sales.”

  “That sounds interesting,” she said politely.

  She was reaching for the drink Jeff had brought her when a shadow loomed over her and Jake plucked the fruity drink from the table and replaced it with a glass of water.

  “You need to hydrate, baby. You’ve been in the sun a long time today.”

  She picked up the water and took a long sip. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was.

  He set the hurricane glass on a passing waiter’s tray and sat down next to her on the lounger, which she had eagerly made room for him to do.

  “Sorry, my calls took longer than I expected,” he said before leaning down and kissing her cheek.

  “I think I must have dozed off because it feels like you just left.”

  “That’s good.” He eyed Jeff, who was still sitting in Jake’s seat, and offered his hand. “Jacob Smith.”

  “Jeff Daugherty,” the blond man said, shaking Jacob’s hand.

  “Well, Jeff, if you’ll excuse us, I need to get my girl out of the sun and back to the cabin. She’s going to be red.”

  Taren knew exactly what he meant by that. He was going to spank her ass red.

  She clenched her thighs. It had turned her on so much when he laid her across his lap earlier, much to her shock.

  But, she also didn’t feel like she had earned a spanking right now. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and it was important to her that Jake not feel like she was deserving of punishment.

  She’d happily take it when she felt she deserved it—she suspected there would be plent
y of times she’d purposefully be a brat just to earn being bent over his knee.

  But not now. She’d had no control over Jeff sitting down—surely Jacob had to realize that?

  Taren demonstratively kissed along his jawline, then stared up lovingly into his eyes as she leaned against him. “Can we grab some food first? I’m starving.”

  He pecked her on the lips. “We’ll get room service,” he answered authoritatively.

  She wanted to pout but Jeff was still sitting on the lounger next to them, watching their exchange closely. Suddenly, she was irritated with the stranger for getting her in trouble. How childish was that?

  With an angry sigh, she stood and began gathering her things, silently stuffing her belongings into her big bag with conviction.

  Jeff took the hint and stood up, hesitating before walking away.

  “Well, hope to see you guys around. Maybe we could have drinks some night.”

  “Maybe,” she replied.

  Jake didn’t respond directly, instead simply said. “Nice meeting you. Thanks for keeping Taren company after I stepped away.”

  She knew that was Jacob’s way of letting the man know he noticed Jeff had chosen to wait until he’d left before approaching Taren.

  Jeff smiled sheepishly, knowing he’d been busted. “Talk to you later,” he said before quickly heading toward the bar.

  “I don’t deserve to be punished,” she said in clipped tones as they started walking toward her cabin.

  “No?” he asked with one eyebrow raised.

  “Obviously you disagree. But you’re wrong. I didn’t ask him to sit down; I discouraged it, actually. I talked about you the whole time. I was not trying to make you jealous at all.”

  “Did you order the drink you were going to take a sip of?”

  She cocked her head. “What?”

  “Did you order the drink? Did the server deliver it or did he?”

  She thought back to when Jeff had shown up.

  “He brought it over.”

  “And you were going to drink it. Having no idea if he’d slipped something in it.”

  She hadn’t considered that. It’d never even crossed her mind.

  They arrived at her stateroom, which had been cleaned since they left earlier.

  “Well, um.”

  “You have to take your safety seriously, Tink. Especially now. You’re going to have to be aware of your surroundings, and learn how to tell people no. It’s not all fairy dust and rainbows, baby.”

  “I can’t believe there’s more bad than good, Jake. I refuse to believe it.”

  “I love that about you, my little sprite. And I don’t want you to lose that, but, baby… there are a lot of bad people in my world. You’re going to have to be more cautious now. It’s just the way it’s going to have to be.” He sat down on the bed and patted his thighs. “This will help reinforce that.”

  She crossed her arms and scowled at him, not moving.

  “No.”

  He cocked his head. “No?”

  “I don’t deserve to be spanked. Not for this. There are other ways you can reinforce what you’ve told me.”

  Jacob held his hand out to her, beckoning her closer. She reluctantly approached him, and he pulled her into his lap, tucking her against his chest.

  “How else should I reinforce that you have to be more careful?” With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face to look at him. “I’ve just got you back in my life; I would lose my mind if something happened to you.”

  She stared into his eyes; the emotion at the thought of something happening to her on the surface as he looked back at her.

  “I promise I’ll be more careful,” she whispered.

  “You better be, Tink.” He pressed his lips against hers, the kiss was raw, like he was trying to drive his point home. She had an overwhelming need to offer him comfort—she would be more careful. She understood how important it was to him.

  Breaking the kiss, Taren slid off his lap and laid her body across it, tugging her cover up past her waist and offering her bottom to him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jacob

  His breath caught in his chest when she draped herself across his lap in submission. He ran his hands in wide circles across her round globes, appreciating just how luscious her ass felt in his palms.

  He knew she thought he’d developed a spanking fetish in the seven years they’d been separated; but that wasn’t the case. Sure he’d smacked a few asses while fucking a girl doggie style, but he’d never wanted a woman’s submission the way he wanted Taren’s. He’d never asked a woman to surrender control to him like he was expecting Tink to do.

  Like he needed her to do.

  That she was giving it to him so freely was not something he was taking lightly.

  “You have to be more careful, little one,” he said then rained down six blows to her cheeks over her swimsuit bottoms.

  Rubbing tenderly where he’d just spanked, he said in a low voice, “Tell men no, because if you don’t, then your next punishment is going to be with a belt.”

  Jacob alternated ten more slaps then yanked her bottoms down to expose her skin and found her ass red. His dick was already hard, but seeing her beautiful skin reflecting his handiwork made it even harder.

  He knew he was going to find her soaked before he even slid his finger down her slit. She spread her legs wider when he did, causing him to chuckle out loud even as he removed the restriction of how far she could spread by removing her bikini bottoms and tossing them aside.

  “Naughty girl. You’re not supposed to like this so much.”

  That was a lie. He loved that it turned her on.

  He slapped her center, and she involuntarily moaned out loud, trying to muffle the sound into the bedspread.

  “There are bad people in my world, Tink. You have to promise to be vigilant and pay attention.”

  He spanked her pussy again and felt her quiver, like she was trying to pull him inside, and he bit back a groan.

  “I can’t lose you again, baby,” he growled as he slid two digits into her heat and began to slowly finger fuck her.

  He spanked her ass, hard, with one slap, causing her to jump then fist the bedding.

  “Promise me!” he barked, then spanked her again, all while fingering her soaked cunt.

  “I promise,” she panted.

  He began to fuck her faster as he delivered a succession of smacks to her fleshy bottom.

  “What are you going to say to men you who offer you a drink?”

  “No,” she half-moaned, half gasped, and lifted her ass higher.

  While he was debating the merits of orgasm denial to drive his point home, he felt her entire body go rigid. He needed to make a decision now before she climaxed.

  Slowing his fingers to a halt, he asked, “Do you think I should let you come? After you almost took a sip of a drink that could have had something slipped into it?”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she cried, pressing against his hand as if trying to coax him into resuming his ministrations. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

  When he didn’t move to touch her again, she begged, “Please, Sir.”

  The Sir and the begging were too much for him to take, and he quickly lifted her off his lap and began to undo his pants. He needed to be inside her now.

  “Get on your hand and knees,” he commanded as he dropped his slacks and boxer briefs to the floor.

  With one swift motion, Jacob was balls deep inside her and he bit out, “Fuuuuck,” between clenched teeth. Reaching around with one hand, he swatted her pussy as he drove into her hard. Feeling her body tense, he polished her clit in rhythm with his thrusts, and within seconds, she was coming undone underneath him, her back arching as she moaned out loudly—she was a goddamn sex goddess.

  The visual of her as she came, along with her tight pussy quaking around his cock, was his undoing, and with a grunt, he held her hips tight as he came deep inside her. This seemed to s
park another orgasm from her, either that or her climax was lasting an unusually long time. Either way, it was hot as hell, and his ego loved it, so he continued thrusting inside her until she went still and collapsed her entire body onto the bed.

  He sat back on his heels and watched his cum seep out of her. If he lived to be one hundred, he would never tire of that sight. It was the ultimate way to brand her as his.

  And make no mistake, Taren Scarlett Fairchild was his. He was never letting her go again.

  ****

  Taren

  They took a nap after their sexscapade. Well, she did anyway. She suspected he’d only lain with her until he knew she was asleep, then he got up and did more work. He’d been really good about being present with her; not checking his phone every five minutes like David always had—even while wooing her. But Jake also hardly slept, and Taren knew he was working while she was sleeping.

  Luckily for him, she was a big fan of naps and sleep in general.

  Taking a full body stretch, she smiled when she realized she was still naked, then slowly sat up and looked around for something to put on. His button down was lying on top of his open suitcase, so she slipped it on before heading out to the balcony where she heard his voice.

  The sun was going down, and he smiled when he looked up and saw her approaching him cautiously—unsure if it was okay for her to be out there with him while he was on the phone.

  He reached for her wrist and tugged her on his lap, effectively answering her unspoken question.

  “Everything is set, Mason. If you question me one more time, my rate is going to double. I’m already pissed that you’re interrupting my vacation with this meeting tomorrow. Don’t push it.”

  He kissed her hair and stroked her back as he listened to the man on the other end of the phone.

  “Noon, tomorrow. The Guzman estate. I only have an hour, so don’t be late.”

  Without another word, he hung up and set the phone down on the table next to them, then wrapped both arms around her, continuing to stroke her back with his chin on her shoulder.

  “Hi, baby. You must be hungry?”

  “Starving.”

  “Do you want to go to the dining room or order room service?”