“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he soothed. He lifted his hand and touched her cheek. “We’ll go real slow. Just let me get it in. Everything will be alright if I can just get it in you.”
Something basic but indefinable swept through Amy at his words. She wanted to yield to him. “Go slow.”
“Yes, baby, I’ll go slow.” He brought the large head of his penis back to her delicate opening. Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to maintain control. She was so tight, and he had wanted to fuck her for so long, he didn’t know if he could go slow. The one time before now hadn’t cooled him down, if anything it had stolen his ability to think straight. He needed to use seductive words, but all his brain could muster was a basic Anglo-Saxon word that he didn’t think she wanted to hear just now.
It came out of his mouth anyway in a growl. “I want to fuck you.” Wetness exploded from her softness where he was trying to push in. He plunged all the way in with one smooth stroke. He exploded with movement. One hand went under her butt and lifted her up so he could get a deeper penetration. The other hand moved to her breast and lifted it to his mouth. He clamped onto her nipple and started sucking in time with his deep strokes.
Amy was seized by an excitement so intense she thought she would combust. Her hips lifted to grind with his in anticipation of an explosion she knew would leave her even more under his spell.
When he reached down between them and pressed on her clit, her body tensed and she splintered in pleasure so intense she almost blacked out. He lifted his head from her chest and latched onto her mouth and followed her over. He groaned into her mouth and Amy felt it all the way to her soul.
Jake rolled away from Amy and made use of the towel again. When he turned back to her, she was watching him with a mournful look on her face. She looked distressed. He tugged her back to him. “Yeah, I’m sorry. That wasn’t slow, was it?”
Her eyes eluded his. “No.” She moved to get up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was smooth.
“I need to clean up some, please.” She hoped he wouldn’t notice that her legs were shaking.
“So polite, sweetheart.” He watched her standing there, completely still. He sighed. “Okay. This way.” He picked up her hand and led her down a corridor to a hall bathroom. He pushed the door all the way open. She moved to go inside. He stopped her with a tug on her hand. She paused and looked up at his face.
“Don’t go in there and build up walls against me. You wouldn’t want me to have to knock them back down again, would you?” His voice was low, meant to induce what, she didn’t know. But he wouldn’t dictate to her. She wouldn’t let him.
“Why would I need walls? You promised no relationship, no commitment. We only slept together, right? No walls needed.” She paused. “Sweetheart.”
****
Jake paced the living room as he waited for Amy to come out of the bathroom. Her idea of ‘cleaning up some’ differed from his. She hadn’t been in there for more than five seconds before he heard the distinct snap of the lock, and then the shower came on. That had been forty minutes ago.
After two of the most incredible orgasms of his life, Jake knew he should have been relaxed and in a supine position on the couch, chilling. Not even close. He was more keyed up now than he had been after he found her stalled on the side of the interstate. And he knew why. She wasn’t playing the part he had assigned to her in his mind. At this point, she should have been cooperative, ready to please him. Women always were, after sex with him. He wasn’t conceited, it was just a fact of life that women liked what he had. Or what he did. Or the whole package. Whatever. This is where the fawning usually came in. The part where they tried to stay, and he tried to get rid of them.
Forty-five minutes. How the hell much more could she wash? The shower was still running. Was she actually trying to wash away what they had done together? The sex? Fine. She had some hang-ups, obviously. Maybe he’d just drive her home tonight. Put the whole interlude behind him. He could deal with her car situation tomorrow.
Amy scrunched her wet hair and looked in the mirror. In the absence of a blow-dryer, her hair would dry in long, loose curls. No big deal. Kayla always tried to get her to wear her hair this way.
She hadn’t planned on getting in the shower. It just happened. She didn’t actually feel the need to bathe, she just didn’t want to face Jake. She looked in the mirror and tried to pinch some color into her pale cheeks. The bathroom was obviously the spare one, and a bottle of shampoo in the shower stall, a comb in a drawer and a bottle of unscented lotion could only go so far.
There was nothing else she could do. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Jake turned from the window where he had been staring into the dark night when he heard her open the bathroom door and walk back into the living room. They stared at each other in silence across the room.
Her voice was soft when she spoke. “I want to go home.” Amy watched a ferocious scowl come over his features. He was about to deny her. “Please.”
Jake continued to study her in silence. He knew he should take her home, but the urge to keep her here was strong. Maybe too strong. With her hair wet and no make-up on her face, she looked utterly defenseless. And young. And still gorgeous. Shit.
With his continued silence, Amy began pleading her case. “I f-forgot to tell you that I have Triple A. They could come pick up my car tomorrow. Y-you could drive me home. Or I could call a cab.” She trailed off into hopeful silence and waited.
“Why do you want to leave so bad?” His deep voice, his very sexy drawl with a slight southern accent washed over her. It was hypnotic. She needed to get away.
“I’m not used to this. I d-don’t do things like this.” Her hands twisted in front of her. “I’m uncomfortable with this situation. Please.”
Jake came to an abrupt decision. Pushing her was not good. For her. Or for him. He crossed the room to her. “Okay.”
Amy was so relieved by that one word, that she didn’t immediately realize that he was crowding her again. It only took a moment. He reached out and put his hands on the wall on either side of her. He was crowding her personal space, but was only touching her with his piercing eyes. “But there’s going to be a trade-off. You get your way this time, and I get my way next time.”
Chapter Four
Amy woke the next morning in her own home, in her own bed. Surprisingly, she slept fairly well. She allowed herself five minutes to remember the details of the evening before. She only needed thirty seconds to come to a conclusion. She had been systematically seduced by an expert! She had never been kissed like that. Never had sex like that before. He knew all the right buttons to push.
The drive to her house had been tense. Other than giving him directions, only one word had been spoken. After he pulled into her driveway, he put it in park and turned to her. He pulled her to him unhesitatingly, and took her mouth with his. It was a possessive, carnal kiss, and there was no way Amy could misinterpret what it meant. He wasn’t through with her. He lifted his head and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Remember.” It was a command. But what exactly was he commanding? That she remembered how good the sex was between them? Or was she supposed to remember that he was demanding that things go his way the next time? How the hell could she forget that? It had practically been a threat. She hadn’t wasted time pondering. She nodded her head and fled into the house.
****
She spent the morning getting her car repaired and papers graded. She purposely kept herself busy in an effort not to think. Her heart rate would so easily go into overdrive if she let it.
At ten o’clock that night, she was feeling calmer. She had lived through the day, and had managed to function quite well. Her weekend chores were done, and she had even managed to eat a reasonable amount.
She was ready for bed and watching old sitcoms when her doorbell pealed. She jumped and her heartbeat went erratic. No way. No way would he be this arrogant.
Her temper flared. She marched over to the door and looked out the peephole. Oh. My. God. He was. He was this arrogant. A tremor of excitement lashed her spine. Fury and excitement. It was a combustible combination.
Amy opened the door a couple of inches. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice fairly vibrated antagonism.
Jake stood with his arms crossed, leaning against a porch column. Totally relaxed. “Coming to see you. What else?”
“Well, go away. It’s after ten. You’re crazy.” She started to push the door closed. His booted foot slid into the opening. She glanced down at it and then back at him. “Jake.”
“Amy.”
God, he was handsome. He looked, moved and acted like he was God’s gift to women.
He moved to lean against the door jam. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, just stood there, lounging. He saw the expression on her face, and let out an ostentatious sigh. “Did you really think that one time would be enough?”
Amy felt her stomach drop to her feet. Images that she had been suppressing all day slammed into her brain. Her breathing fractured and her arms started shaking. He pushed against the door with his boot. She had no strength in her arms and the door pushed her backwards. He slipped inside her house and in one movement locked the door and leaned back against it. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there, watching her.
This time he was dressed in faded jeans and a white tee-shirt. Again, the shoulder holster was strapped to his side. Amy looked at it with fascination. What was wrong with her? She hated guns. Why did she find his so sexy? Was she crazy? She shook her head, trying to regain control.
Amy backed up a step and tried to summon common sense. “You can’t just—”
He cut her off. “Can’t I?” His words were nonchalant.
Amy glared. “I am not having sex with you.”
One dark, arrogant eyebrow lifted. “Aren’t you, babe?”
Amy seethed. “No.”
Jake smiled. “Hell, yes, you are.”
Amy trembled. “You can’t make me—”
Jake interrupted her. “I don’t have to make you. We’re going to play this little verbal game for awhile, and then I’m going to make a real move on you, and you’re going to cream your panties and open up for me.”
Amy stood in shock at his words. She already felt herself wavering. Could he be right? Was she that easy? And would one more time hurt anything, anyway?
She stiffened her spine and continued on. “You can’t treat me this way, Jake. You can’t just come over here at ten at night and expect me to do what you want. It’s just not right.”
“This was your choice, Amy.” His voice was rough. “I could have been wining and dining you for ten weeks now. You didn’t want that. You pushed me away. You don’t want any kind of a relationship with me. Fine. I accept that. So we do it your way. We screw each other, and then I go home. Very simple, babe.” He pushed off the door and started toward her.
Amy began to hyperventilate. She held up a hand to ward him off. “Wait.” God, they were back to this again. Stalking and retreating. “This isn’t right. We can’t just scratch an itch!” she yelled.
“Yeah, we can. Absolutely. Scratch this Goddamn itch. Look, you’re obviously not sleeping with anyone, and I’m not sleeping with anyone right now.” He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. Moved them up and encircled her neck. Pressed slightly, then pressed harder. Watched her eyes widen and her breath catch. “We’ll be fuck buddies.” He slid one hand to her butt, the other reached down and lightly cupped a breast. “Have you ever had a fuck buddy, sweetheart?”
Amy tried to answer, but was consumed by the feel and scent of him. Her insides were turning to mush and her thighs were quivering for him already. She managed to shake her head in a negative motion.
“No?” He slid his thumb back and forth across her nipple. “Well, the concept is simple. We fuck each other’s brains out.” His hand clenched her butt. “No dating.” He reached down between them and unsnapped his jeans. “No dinners.” He pushed up her nightgown and pulled her panties to one side.
Amy’s stomach clenched in anticipation. That quickly, her body became his again.
Jake continued the soft seduction. “No commitment.” He put his finger in her slit and opened her up. “No relationship.” He made an adjustment to his jeans and maneuvered his swollen penis to her soft, wet opening. He pressed her clit and slowly started pushing into her. He stopped at about an inch and reached down and lifted her chin so that her eyes tangled with his. “Yeah, it’s good between us, isn’t babe? I can feel you creaming for me. So soft and juicy.”
He pushed in a bit and waited. Her eyes closed. “No. That’s not allowed. Open those pretty eyes for me.” Amy did. “That’s good. You go to my head so fast babe. You want all of it? I want to give you all of it.” His voice was brutal.
“Y-yes, all of it.” She strained against him.
She hung there, panting, waiting for him to push it all the way in. But he wasn’t through instructing her yet. “There’s just one rule, babe. One little rule. I only fuck you, and you only fuck me. Nobody else fucks you.” He pushed it in another inch and stopped. “Nobody. Else. Fucks. You.” He punched out the words as he pushed all the way in. When he was seated in her completely, he stilled and demanded, “Understand?”
“Y-yes.” Amy was completely mindless. Totally in his control.
The moment she agreed, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and started hammering at her. In seconds, they both exploded in mutual delight.
****
Amy took a few calming breaths while she adjusted her clothing. She couldn’t deny the sex was incredible. Like the sex you read about in books. Unbelievable. She watched him pull off the soiled condom and was amazed. She never knew he put one on, and certainly never thought about birth control. She needed to get a grip. She cleared her throat. “You have your rule and I have m-my rule, okay?”
He looked up from what he was doing. She was nervous. He already knew her well enough to sense that. She had no way of knowing that he would agree to about anything if she would just continue to accommodate him. She was a fever in his blood that hadn’t even begun to cool off. He purposely blanked his expression and raised his eyebrows.
“My daughter can’t know about you.” The words were firm and allowed for no compromise.
He was irritated to feel a stab of relief. “No problem. I work the six to two shift. I have weekends off. How often does she go to Dallas?”
“Once a month. I have to pick her up at six tomorrow night.” Amy succeeded in keeping her voice monotone. This was sleazy enough without him knowing she was still breathless.
Jake thought the timetable through. This was bullshit. They weren’t damn teenagers sneaking around. “You get off from school at what three-thirty?” At the inclination of her head, he continued, his voice getting sharper. “And then Kayla gets home from high school. When the hell are we supposed to make this work? I’m not going a Goddamn month before seeing you again.”
Amy paused and considered what she would be inviting with her next statement. She couldn’t make up her mind, so she just dove right in. “She has band practice until five-thirty every day. She catches the late bus home from school. It drops her off at six.”
Satisfaction clawed through Jake. This was going to work. Visions of afternoons spent in her bed pummeled his brain. Erotic images of the way she looked with her legs spread wide and his mouth between them inundated his senses.
He whipped out his cell phone and asked for her number. After keying it in, he asked, “Your phone is private? I don’t have to worry about her picking it up and reading a text?”
“I’ll take care of it. I’ve already been guarding it pretty well because Renee can be quite risqué. Don’t worry. We can text back and forth to make plans.” Amy couldn’t believe this was happening. Exactly like her dreams!
Jake stared at her. Jesus Christ! How innocent could she be
? Had she ever even heard the term ‘sexting?’ “Okay, I’ll send you a text later so you’ll have my number.” He paused and his eyes penetrated hers. “This is going to be good, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the lips and turned and left.
Amy locked the door and stood standing in the front hall in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her lips and touched them where he had left that final, gentle kiss. And it had been gentle. Nothing like any of the other kisses had been. Those had all been rough. Possessive. Sexual. This kiss was soothing, warm, and tender. So tender. Did he realize how he had kissed her?
Her cell phone beeped and she went to pick it up. She looked at the screen and read, “1-800-bud-fuck.”
Gentle? Hell no, he was despicable!
Chapter Five
Amy didn’t hear from him the rest of the weekend. She refused to waste so much as a second thinking about someone who was by his own definition just her ‘fuck buddy.’
She spent Sunday shopping and browsing. When she found herself in the lingerie department, she figured she might as well go for it. There was really no reason not to have him salivating. She splurged and bought seven new sets of bras and panties. Every color of the rainbow. Lots of silk and lace. Since she had no idea how often she would see him, she figured she needed a system of rotating her pretty new things.
After picking Kayla up at the airport, they stopped for salads at a local restaurant. Her daughter seemed more subdued than usual, and she asked her if anything was wrong.
“Mom, I really don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it. I think Dad’s getting married.” Her young face was grim.
Amy was surprised when she felt nothing. Nothing but a twinge that her daughter seemed unhappy. “And is that bad, sweetie? You’ve had your father to yourself for a long time. This will be different for you, won’t it?”
Kayla’s head jerked up from the meal she was picking at. “You mean that you don’t care? You don’t mind that he’s got a serious girlfriend and might marry her?”
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