by Tess Summers
“Keep that up, and we’re going back to the cabin.”
With her lips on his cheek, she giggled, “That’s the plan, silly.”
His phone alerted, and he groaned as he sat up to look at the message.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and drooped his shoulders. “I have to go.” After slipping his t-shirt back on, he leaned over and, with his hand entwined in her hair at the back of her head, kissed her like he meant it; not caring about the PDA or what anyone else thought.
“This will be continued later,” he growled, draining his drink and setting it back on the table before standing up.
She put her hand at her forehead to block the sun as she looked up at him.
“Are you coming back?”
“I’ll try, but don’t count on it. We will have dinner later though, I promise.”
Taren stroked the back of his calf tenderly when she asked, “Have you even eaten lunch?”
“No. Have you?”
“No. How about I bring us something in about an hour?”
Jacob dropped a kiss on her forehead, telling her, “Thanks, Tink. I’d appreciate that,” then headed back to his suite. He had a feeling he wasn’t about to get good news.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Taren
She slipped quietly into her cabin, carrying a tray with two turkey paninis, French fries, and sodas, and set it down at her table, where she unloaded the dishes and tried to make it look as inviting as she could. Walking into his room, she found him on his phone, pacing.
“I need you to send me that intel the second you have it confirmed,” he instructed the caller on the other end. “And you need to get a new burner phone. Call me on the backup number; I’m going to lose this one as soon as I make one more call.”
He hung up, then started punching buttons on his phone, so she knocked on the door frame to get his attention.
“Hey, I brought lunch.”
Jacob looked up from the phone in his hand at her and hesitated before walking over and hugging her around her shoulders. It felt very obligatory.
“I’ve just got to make this one call, and I’ll be right over.”
“Okay. It’s paninis and fries, so, it might get cold,” she warned.
“Don’t wait for me, but this shouldn’t take long.”
“Oh, okay.”
As she stepped back to her side of the door, he closed it behind her. It was the first time since he opened it the second day of the cruise that the wooden barrier had been shut. It felt ominous, and she wanted to wrench it back open. Not because she wanted to listen to his conversation, but because the closed door between them seemed symbolic somehow, and she didn’t like it one bit.
Taren sat down at the table and picked at her lunch. It had smelled so good when she carried it to her cabin, excited to have lunch with Jake. Staring at the empty chair across from her as she took a bite, it no longer had any appeal. Even the fries that had seemed to have the perfect amount of crispness to them as she ate a few on her way, now tasted soggy and cold.
After thirty minutes, she pushed away from the table, set the tray of uneaten food outside her cabin door, gathered her beach bag, and returned to the pool to try to get lost in a book and not think about Jake. She knew what was happening was not personal, and it had to be important for him to blow her off like that, but still, her feelings were a little hurt.
The cruise ship had those great reading chairs with a face cradle, similar to ones massage therapists used, so she was lying on her stomach reading when she dozed off. Next thing she knew, she felt someone’s hands applying lotion to her shoulders and she jumped, turning onto her side in the process.
“It’s just me, Tink,” Jacob’s deep voice reassured her. “You were getting pink.” He leaned closer to her ear, “I’m the only one who’s supposed to make your skin pink, and not on your shoulders.”
She laid back on her stomach and let him finish reapplying sunscreen.
“My cabana boy has been neglecting me today.”
“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I promise it’s not because I wanted to.”
His fingertips traced her side boob up and down.
“I can reach there,” she scolded him even as her nipples pebbled at his touch.
“Are you sure? You wouldn’t want to get sunburned there. I better make sure you have adequate coverage.”
“Well, if you think it’s necessary…”
“Oh, it’s very necessary.” He lathered sunscreen on the skin peeking out of the side of her bathing suit top. She felt his pinkie finger slip under the triangle shaped fabric and trace over her stiff nipple. “My poor little fairy has been neglected today. I promise I will make it up to you.”
“How?” she challenged.
“However you want.”
She turned to face the other direction. “Hmm, let me think about it.”
He bent over her so he could discreetly tweak her nipple with two fingers.
“Don’t get cocky, little one, or your ass will match your shoulders.”
****
Jacob
“I figured out how you can make it up to me,” Taren said from the lounger next to him.
He pulled his sunglasses down his nose to look at her suspiciously. “How?”
“I want to go dancing tonight.”
She knew he didn’t dance and was taking advantage of his feeling guilty for ignoring her and missing lunch. The lunch that she had thoughtfully brought back just for him that ended up getting thrown out because he was caught up in trying to determine what the hell Los Zetas were doing in Ensenada before it was too late.
Ramon had already returned to California, and Dante decided he was taking Bella and Madison to John’s place in San Diego in the morning.
Right now, the Guzmans had scouts out looking for the interlopers while Jacob was pulling out all the stops with his underground contacts. The problem was, the Zetas were notoriously ruthless with their enemies, so it was harder to get people to talk. Money wasn’t the incentive it usually was; people couldn’t spend money when their headless bodies were hanging from a bridge.
Until Jacob heard something from his network, his hands were tied. It looked like he was taking Taren to the nightclub after dinner.
“Dancing, huh? What made you decide that?”
“Because any other time you’d say no.”
“That’s not true. Anytime you want to go, all you have to do is ask. I’ll be happy to take you.”
“I want to go dancing tonight,” she retorted.
“Then that’s what we’re doing,” he said with a placating smile.
“And you have to act like you’re having a good time.”
“Baby, anytime that I’m spending with you is a good time.”
That was the truth. He’d do just about anything if it made her happy. He fucking lived to make her happy.
She smiled and reached for his hand.
“It’ll be fun,” she assured him. “Just consider it one of our many adventures.”
“Now you’re just being patronizing. I suggest you tread lightly.”
“Or what?”
He put his sunglasses on his head and looked at her. He hadn’t put her over his knee since Friday—it was now Wednesday. It dawned on him that she was purposefully trying to earn a punishment.
“That’s Strike Two, Tinkerbell,” he warned with a raised eyebrow, just in case he was wrong.
“Well your entire side struck out this afternoon, so you don’t have any room to talk,” she sassed back with her arms folded across her chest.
He quietly gathered their things and put them in the colorful bag she’d brought with her, then stood and offered her his hand.
“I think you’ve had too much sun, baby. You don’t appear to be thinking straight. Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Taren
She’d been thinking about being disciplined ever since he showed up and told her he was the only one who w
as supposed to make her skin pink. Then he sat down on the lounge chair next to her and made no further mention of it.
So, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
Part of her was happy to behave like a brat. She’d been feeling resentful about being ignored today. Logically, she knew she had no right to be upset—he was attending to important business, but emotionally, well, that was another story. Acting out was a nice release, and she was going to be put over his knee for it. Win-win.
They walked into her cabin, and he closed the door then threw the security lock before striding to the couch and sitting down without a word. Taren busied herself looking through her bag, pretending to be oblivious that she had a spanking coming.
“Tinkerbell,” he said authoritatively.
“Hmm?” she said, refusing to avert her attention from the phantom item she was busy searching her bag for.
“Taren Scarlett Fairchild, look at me.”
Slowly, she drew her eyes to his. Dammit, those green eyes and cheekbones turned her to mush every time.
“Come here,” he growled softly and held his hand out as she slowly started walking toward him. When she was within his reach, he circled her wrist in his grip and drew her into his lap.
“I haven’t taken very good care of you today, have I?”
“No, you haven’t,” she pouted, looking down and fighting back tears. His acknowledging he’d neglected her filled her with self-pity and made her want to cry.
“Is that why you’re being so sassy? Are you trying to get my attention?”
When he put it like that, he made her feel like a three-year-old. Still… he was probably onto something.
“No,” she said defiantly.
He put a knuckle under her chin and raised it to look at him. With a quirked eyebrow, he asked, “No?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
She wasn’t going to say she needed him to take charge and manhandle her, even if that’s what she was secretly craving.
“I don’t need anything from you,” she huffed.
A slow smile of realization formed on his lips.
“Oh, I think you do.”
****
Jacob
Her defiance spoke volumes.
Lifting her off his lap, he stood her in front of him and casually looked her up and down from head to toe. She was so beautiful. Her sun-kissed skin and platinum blonde hair a sexy contrast to the black bikini she was currently clad in under the see-through white netting that was supposed to be considered her ‘bathing suit cover-up’. It was more like a fucking dick tease.
Without warning, he ripped it down the center as she gasped in surprise, then yanked her black bottoms to her knees and forcefully put her over his knee, ass up as he sat back down.
She didn’t put up a fight. On the contrary, she raised her bottom for him as she mewled softly with her face in the couch cushion. He’d bet his bank account she was soaked.
“I think you need to be punished, little one. As a matter of fact, I think you want to be punished.”
She didn’t object, just lie there with her ass in the air, wiggling it slightly in invitation.
He rubbed her soft flesh in wide circles with both hands and squeezed firmly, before landing the first hit to her left cheek. It was a quick whack, followed by a succession of smacks alternating between the left and right. Her skin immediately began to transform to a beautiful shade of red. Jacob didn’t stop until she began to squirm in his lap.
He dipped his hand between her legs and up her slit.
“You’re drenched,” he chuckled. He’d intended for it come out sternly, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved that she was turned on.
She pressed against his hand, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed. This time, he was able to channel his inner Dom.
“I’m sorry, Sir!”
“Not yet, but you’re going to be.”
He rained down more blows while sliding two fingers inside her pussy.
Jacob paused with his hand in midair when he felt her cunt tighten around his digits, and warned, “Don’t you dare come while I’m spanking you.”
She let out a mangled cry and scraped her fingers along the cushions, seeking purchase. Finding none, she hit the couch with the palm of her hand and bucked her hips up in frustration before collapsing back over his lap like a ragdoll.
Chuckling to himself, he rubbed her ass firmly instead of spanking it and halted his finger fucking to a teasing pace. The only sounds in the room were her whimpers and his fingers slowly moving in and out of her pussy.
His cock was so fucking hard it was pressing against her thighs on his lap. By the way she was squirming, she knew how turned on he was.
“Please,” she whispered.
Jake started to trace the crack of her ass with his other hand, dipping into her pussy and spreading her juices to her star.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
He pushed the tip of his ring finger into her ass, leisurely moving it to match the pace of his finger in her pussy.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Tinkerbell?”
“Ohhh,” she moaned, widening her legs. “Wherever you want, Sir. I love it when you use me for your pleasure.”
His cock was leaking now.
Jacob plunged his fingers deep inside both holes, and Taren let out a low, muffled moan as she started to come undone right before him. It was so fucking sexy.
“What did I say about coming?” he barked, even as he fucked her pussy and ass faster, drawing her orgasm from her.
She unapologetically rocked against his hand until she clenched so tight he couldn’t move his fingers anymore, then it was like someone opened floodgates and her whole body relaxed before she began shuddering in his lap, moaning in ecstasy.
As she lie panting, her bikini bottoms now around one ankle, and his dick hard as steel, his phone dinged.
Goddammit. Although he was thankful it hadn’t gone off two minutes earlier.
Jacob gingerly lifted her off his lap and scooped her up to lay her down on the bed.
“Do you have to answer that?” she asked quietly.
He glanced down to see it was from Jesus Gutierrez, one of his most trusted sources in Mexico and Central America.
“I do.”
She nodded in understanding, then pointedly looked down at his cock still tenting his swim trunks.
“That’s a shame. I was really looking forward to sucking on that.”
He bit back a groan. If this had involved the safety of anyone other than Bella and Dante, and more importantly, their daughter, he might have taken her up on the blowjob before tending to business. But he actually cared about the Guzmans, especially their little girl—not a usual occurrence for him.
“Hold that thought,” he grumbled as he retreated to his cabin with his phone in his hand.
He sat down at the table and opened his laptop to download the photos Jesus had sent him along with intelligence reports when she appeared in the doorway—wearing nothing but a pair of sexy as fuck heels.
Strutting toward him with a smug smile, she commented, “I’d rather hold something else,” then dropped to her knees to the side of his chair. He spun the seat so she was directly between his legs and lifted his ass slightly to help when she began to tug on his shorts, while maneuvering his computer screen on the table away from her field of vision.
Not that she was looking at his laptop.
Her gasp when his cock sprang free from his shorts fed his ego, as did her soft moan of “ohhh,” before she reverently rubbed his cock against her cheeks with her eyes closed.
He glanced at the screen and clicked a few buttons to start the download process, then sat back and watched her take his cock between her lips. Looking up at him with a seductive smile, she took him all the way down—every inch, until her
nose was pressed against his hips.
The little gagging noise she made before looking up at him again with watery eyes made him want to grab her hair and face fuck her. Instead he closed his eyes and stroked her hair.
“That’s a good girl,” he cooed.
Jacob opened his eyes to find hers fixed on his face. He observed in awe as she began to work her hand in unison with her mouth while maintaining eye contact with him. His little fairy had morphed into a sultry siren right before his eyes.
Damn, she was beautiful. And she was his.
Unable to help himself, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, relishing how good she was making him feel.
“I thought you needed to work?” she smirked as she stroked him up and down.
He opened his eyes and slammed the lid of his laptop closed without even looking at it.
“It can wait.”
Watching her suck his cock like a goddamn porn star, it wasn’t going to have to wait long, and he began to moan his impending release.
“Come on my face,” she whispered.
“Fuuuuck!” he groaned while standing up and jerking his cock, aiming it for her pretty face as she looked up at him with those big blue eyes, her hands on his thighs.
She closed her eyes when he began to paint her face. There wasn’t a full tank, so to speak, since she’d been emptying him several times a day for the past ten days. Then she reached up and smeared it across her skin and lips, and he growled—literally.
“Fuck, you are sexy.”
“You make me feel sexy,” she whispered and stood up, retreating to the bathroom. Moments later, she came out wiping a hand towel across her face.
“I’ll let you get back to work now,” she smirked.
Holding his hand out, he commanded, “Come here.”
She did as he asked, and he pulled her into his lap, putting his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder,
“I’m sorry for neglecting you today. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
She turned slightly so she was looking at him and cupped his cheek. “You already have,” she said in a low voice, then softly kissed his lips.
