by Joanna Blake
“What do I care!”
“You are the one who wanted me to date!”
“Yes but NOT HIM!”
She slammed the door to the kitchen, making me stare after her in shock. Casey never got angry. I had no idea what had gotten into her.
I shook it off and grabbed a light jacket. I’d have to talk to her later. Explain that I was just trying to make her happy. She’d calm down and we would have a good laugh about the whole thing.
I was waiting by the door when Elle came in.
“She’s in the kitchen. She’s mad at me.”
Elle’s eyebrows shot up.
“Why?”
“I have a date.”
“So?”
“Apparently it’s with the wrong man.”
Elle smiled at me knowingly.
“Yes, so I heard. Where are you going to?”
“Some local rib place. I don’t know why I’m even going.”
“Don’t you?”
I shook my head.
“Well if you wanted to drive Jackson out of his mind with jealousy, it worked.”
“Wait, what?”
I heard Pete’s truck pull in out front but all I could do was stare at Elle.
“Elle, what do you mean?!”
“I mean he’s on a tear. Drinking. Cursing up a storm. I’ve never seen him like this before.”
I must have looked terrified because she touched my shoulder softly.
“You don’t have to be afraid of Jackson. He can be stern, but he’s the most loyal man I’ve ever met. All three of them are.”
“It’s not that-“
“He would never hurt a woman. Those three loved their mother more than most. She brought them up right. He’s just untamed.”
I snorted at that description of Jackson. Untamed was exactly right.
“More like not housebroken.”
She laughed and winked at me.
“The best ones always are.”
Elle laughed and gave me a quick hug.
“Have fun on your date. But not… too much fun.”
I nodded.
“I have no intention of having too much fun with anyone. That’s the problem. That’s all Jackson is after anyway.”
Her smiled widened.
“We’ll see.”
I went outside as Pete was unloading my supplies from his shiny new pickup truck. He stacked everything neatly on the far side by the cellar door. I smiled at his consideration. That way everything would be out of sight from the front of the house. He smiled at me and opened the door to his truck for me.
I sighed as he drove me into town. He was very nice. He deserved better than to be used. And that’s exactly what I was doing.
I decided to stop lying to myself. I was doing this to make Jackson jealous. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but Elle said that it was working. Did that mean he wasn’t giving up on me?
It was crazy, but that’s exactly what I was hoping for.
The restaurant was nice, though they didn’t have a lot of vegetarian options. Pete was very attentive. I cringed at the way he hung on my every word. He obviously had a crush on me. I did my best to keep the conversation light and impersonal.
I was sipping on an iced tea when I felt a funny tickling on the back of my neck. I looked up and froze.
Jackson Delancey was sitting at the bar.
He stared at me with a cold look on his face. I inhaled sharply, feeling butterflies in my stomach. He smiled at me then. But it wasn’t a friendly smile.
Oh no. It was the kind of smile a wolf gave a deer, right before they tore into it.
“You alright?”
I swallowed my tea and coughed.
“Yes. I just- excuse me a moment.”
I practically ran for the ladies room.
Chapter Thirteen
Jackson
I stood in the hallway outside the ladies room, cooling my heels. My whole body was tense from watching Pete fawn all over Angelina since they’d walked into the place. It took every ounce of my will not to walk across the room and punch his stupid face.
Just for looking at her.
Just for thinking he even had a chance in hell of touching her.
Just for breathing.
If he laid so much as a finger on her, I was going to have to break it.
She was mine dammit.
I felt like a jackass, truth be told.
The door opened and I grabbed it, pushing my way inside. Angelina looked shocked. She was about to get a whole lot more surprised in three… two… one…
I locked the door and spun her, pressing her up against it. I held her still with one hand on her hip. I grabbed her other hands and held them above her head.
There. Now she was good and stuck. She was going to hear me out, once and for all.
Her eyes were wide and her breath was coming in short bursts.
And I hadn’t even gotten started.
“What the hell are you doing, Jackson?!?”
“Protecting what’s mine!”
“And what is that exactly?”
“You are, woman! We're meant for each other. And now I’m going to prove it.”
I realized I was shouting at the same moment that I realized that Angie wasn’t pissed. She looked… intrigued. She wasn’t even listening to me.
She was too busy staring at my lips.
I groaned and let myself kiss her. Finally. It felt like a cold drink after a long ride on a hot day. She didn’t pull away, or try to, considering I had her pressed up against the door.
She wasn’t going anywhere. Not on my watch. But she wasn’t fighting me, like I’d come to expect from her.
No, she leaned into me, arching her back so that her tits smashed into my chest. I grunted and reached for her tits, pushing her shirt up and out of the way. I let go of her hands in the process but it didn’t matter.
She was mewling like a sweet little kitten who wanted her belly rubbed.
I tugged her bra cups down and moaned as her gorgeous breasts came into view. I sucked on her nipples until she was making those soft, sexy sounds that drove me crazy. I lifted my head to kiss her and pulled one thigh up so I could get my cock as close to her as possible.
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Angie.”
“Hmmm hmmm?”
She was staring at me in a daze, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She was going to let me do whatever I wanted with her. She wasn’t going to stop me this time.
I hoped.
“Angie, we got to go.”
“Okay.”
I stared at her, not sure she was getting my meaning. She was being far too agreeable. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. She smiled at me, looking like she was drugged.
“We need to find a bed. Now. After you tell Pete you won’t be going out with him again.”
She sighed.
"I mean it, Angie. Enough of this nonesense. It's not fair to Pete, anyway."
She nodded and I sighed in relief. She did understand. And for whatever reason, she’d decided to stop fighting me. Just in the nick of time.
It was a good thing too. I didn’t want to screw her in a bathroom, but I’d been getting real damn close to not caring.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the restaurant. Everyone stared at us when we passed. I tightened my grip on her possessively. No one who saw us would have the slightest doubt that Angie was mine.
Pete stood up as we approached but I gestured him to sit back down.
He sat.
“Angelina has something to say to you, Pete.”
“Thank you for a loving evening.”
I nudged her.
“Go on.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t see you again.”
“Because…”
She was at a loss for words apparently. I grinned, certain that my skills had something to do with that. I took pity on her and took matters into my own hands.
“
She’s off the market.”
Pete was trying to figure out what the hell to do. I knew he didn’t want to get into a fight with me. The man wasn’t an idiot for God’s sake. But a woman like Angie was definitely worth the risk of getting pummeled by my superior Delancey fists.
I didn’t want to give him enough time to think about that too deeply.
“I don’t understand. Are you okay, Angie?”
“She’s fine. She just forgot to tell you that she belongs to someone else.”
I grinned at him, yanking her against my side.
“Me.”
I tossed some money on the table and winked.
“Have a nice night Pete.”
Angelina
“Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.”
I stood, watching Elle drive off through the living room window. Jackson was behind me, his hands all over me the instant the door had closed behind her. Casey was already in bed.
I was all alone with Jackson.
Basically I had let the big bad wolf into my house.
Stupid little piggy.
It didn’t matter though. This little piggy was horny. And the big bad wolf was the only one who could satisfy me.
His lips were on my neck, tugging my shirt away so he could taste me. He was insatiable it seemed. I couldn’t pretend anymore than he didn’t affect me.
He did. Everything about him turned me on. His touch, his smell, the possessive way he looked at me most of all.
Jackson was doing things to me that defied comprehension. A simple touch, or kiss was magnified a hundred times. His lips felt like fire, but they didn’t burn. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his jeans.
That did burn.
I moaned and rocked backwards against him.
He grunted and the sound went straight to my center, filling me with liquid warmth. I knew I was soaking wet. When was the last time that had happened?
Oh yeah, the last time he had touched me.
I turned in his arms and he pounced on me, practically inhaling my lips and tongue with his own. He took my shirt off and threw it on the sofa. Then he started on my jeans.
“Jackson- wait-“
He shook his head vehemently.
“Can’t wait.”
“Jackson! Casey is just in the other room!”
He cursed and stopped undressing me. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head. The next thing I knew I was upside down, slung over his shoulder as he carried me up the stairs.
He took those steps two at a time. We practically flew to the second floor. In two shakes I was on my back and he was pulling my jeans off. I lay there in my bra and panties watching him get undressed.
It was like my own private peep show.
I decided to just enjoy having a caveman in my bed for the night.
The man was stacked.
He had muscles upon muscles upon muscles. His stomach was flat, his arms thick and ropey, his legs thicker than a tree trunk. His shoulders were so wide that they would have looked ridiculous on a lesser man.
But Jackson Delancey was not a lesser man.
Especially not with the enormous pole sticking out of his boxers.
I’d noticed this of course. The last time he’d taken his clothes off in front of me. But I’d been to angry too fully appreciate it.
Now that I’d decided to go through with it, I could really enjoy what I was seeing. If he just wanted sex that was just fine with me.
That’s what I wanted right now too. Sex. And he was just the man to give it to me. I licked my lips, eager for him to get on with it.
Jackson’s face was hard as he stared down at me. I could tell he was exerting tremendous control over himself, just to keep from tearing his clothes off. He was moving quickly and carefully.
As he kicked off his pants, I did see him come close to toppling over.
I couldn’t help it. I giggled. My timing was bad though, because he finally got his pants off and glared at me.
“Woman.”
I giggled some more as he leaned down and grabbed my ankles.
“You won’t be laughing for long.”
I swallowed nervously as he pulled my legs apart and climbed up between them.
Chapter Fourteen
Jackson
I was utterly focused as I kissed my way up her thighs. I was not going to kiss her. I was not going to touch her.
I was going right for the gold.
I was the Goddammed pussy eating champ of the world and I was going to prove it.
Right. Fucking. Now.
I came face to face with her white cotton panties. They looked so clean, so pristine, laying there covering her sweet little mound. I grinned at the idea of messing those panties up.
Things were about to get messy.
I nipped her pussy through her panties and she moaned. Then I lifted them to the side and slid my tongue up and down her soft lips. She grabbed my hair, tugging hard.
“Jackson…”
We were off to a good start.
Hmmfff… she tasted good.
Sweet and warm and womanly. I wanted to drive my tongue inside her again and again. But I didn’t.
Oh no, this time she was going to have to wait. Or at least, wait as long as I could possibly hold out. I knew it might not be long so I had to drive her crazy as quickly as possible.
I was already more than halfway there myself.
I hoisted her hips so that they rested on my thighs and rubbed my cock against her now soaking wet panties. My fingertip circled her clit. I stared down at her as I teased her into submission.
Then I reached down and tugged on her nipples.
That was it. She started to come. I lifted my hands away and stopped, watching as she groaned in frustration.
Then I started again. Stroking her while I ground my cock into her softness.
We were both going to lose it soon if I didn’t get the show on the road. I just wanted to tease her a little bit longer… She started to buck against me and I stopped again.
“Jackson!”
This time I lowered myself back between her thighs. I pulled her soaking wet panties off and grinned at her.
“Somebody made a mess.”
She whimpered as my breath fanned her gorgeous pink pussy. She was soft and smooth but not waxed completely bald. It was real nice. I liked everything about her.
Especially down there.
I went to town, starting slowly and working up to speed. My tongue was on her slick lips as I worked her clit with my finger. I felt her starting to peak and drove my tongue inside her.
I wanted to feel every single tremor.
Angie was tossing her head around as she came. She was not stopping either. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. I switched it up, sliding my finger inside her and pulling her clit into my mouth.
She screamed.
I clamped my hand over her mouth and kicked my shorts off.
She was still convulsing as I pressed the tip of my cock against her slippery pussy lips. I groaned as I pushed inside her, sinking in slowly. Her lips opened sweetly, hugging me as I bore down on her.
It was like sinking my dick into a magical, secret place that held me in just the right way. I wanted to push my cock in to the hilt and fuck her like a jack hammer. But I couldn’t. She was too tight.
I held myself back with everything I had, afraid to hurt her.
That’s when I felt her legs wrap around my waist.
She used those gorgeous legs to pull me toward her. She wanted me deeper. Well, alright then.
With a groan I slid in until I was all the way inside her. It wasn't easy, but she stretched to accomodate me. In just a few minutes I was balls deep in the sweetest, tightest, silkiest pussy I’d felt in my life.
Oh yeah, Angie was perfect. Even her hot little pussy. Especially that.
I grunted as I started to move, taking tiny thrusts as I barely withdrew. I didn’t want to lose the amazing feeling of being
inside her, even for a second. But biology took over and soon I was riding her for all I was worth.
She was whimpering as I kissed her deeply, holding on tight. The bed was knocking against the wall, making a rat-tat-tat sound. Our tongues danced as I plowed her hard and fast.
I bit her neck as she started to come beneath me, making a breathy, squeaky sound that was sexy as hell.
Her pussy massaged my cock, bearing down on it. That was it. It was more than I could take.
I roared as cum exploded from my cock, shooting into her like hot white magma. I thrust at her haphazardly, not stopping until the last drop was drained from my balls.
I stared down at the girl underneath me. She was still shuddering so I waited, loving the feel of her quivering little pussy creaming all over my shaft. Finally she stilled and I kissed her, rolling to the other side of the bed.
I closed my eyes as two things hit me.
One, that was the best damn orgasm of my life, bar none.
Two, I might be in a little deeper than I thought.
Much, much deeper.
Well, damn.
Angelina
I was freaking out. And not just a little. We had just done something very, very foolish.
“Jackson.”
I poked his arm. The man looked like he was on cloud nine. Or unconscious. I poked him again.
“Jackson. Did you forget something?”
He grinned at me, his hands behind his head. He looked so relaxed and pleased with himself. I wanted to kick him.
I also wanted him to fuck me again, but that was beside the point.
“I don’t think so darlin’.”
“Yes, you did.”
He reached out and ran his hand over my flank. His touch gave me chills, even though I bristled at his casual touch. He was stroking me just like I was his damn horse!
“What’s that?”
“You forgot to put on a Goddamn condom!”
He smirked at me, rolling to face me. He pulled me against him, stroking my side. I felt something hot and warm against my stomach and glanced down.
For a second I could not believe my eyes. Then I felt that warm gooey feeling I got when he was close to me. Apparently he was ready to get a whole lot closer.
Jackson was hard again.
