by Maren Lee
“I don’t know what BBR is, but I’ll take your word for it.”
“It’s an outdoor music festival. If you like classic rock and country, it’s okay. But everyone is fucking way too drunk and stupid. I couldn’t be a cop patrolling that shit. But I could definitely take you there and fuck you in my camp trailer.”
Lane blushed.
“So what about you, sweetheart? I don’t know anything about your family.”
“That’s because I don’t have one,” Lane stated, with no emotion in her voice.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry.” Jake’s heart got caught up in his throat. This wonderful, strong woman of his needed a family.
“No, it’s okay. I’m an only child. My parents were both only children. So no brothers or sisters or aunts or uncles or cousins. My dad died when I was a baby, so I never knew him. My mom was a single mom. Raised me to be me. Independent. Bull headed. We didn’t have a lot of money, but she was a great mom. She died when I was in law school. That was hard.”
“Damn, honey. I’m so sorry. But good news: I’ve got more than enough family to go around and I have no problem sharing them with you.” Jake gave her a hopeful smile. Please say yes.
“That sounds great, Jake. Thanks. Don’t feel sorry for me, though. I’ve had great friends to make up for it all. And friends are the family we get to choose.”
“That is a great point. I didn’t get to choose mine. If I did, I probably wouldn’t have chosen Dani,” Jake laughed. Not exactly accurate, but close. Lane will see.
“Don’t be mean to your sister, Jake!” Lane laughed, the mood in the truck lightening ever so slightly. “So what does Dani do?”
Jake let out a sarcastic boom of a laugh, “Dani? She doesn’t do anything. She’s a stay at home mom.”
“Jake Hamilton!” Lane punched him in the shoulder. “Why is that funny? A mother’s work is hard work too. I’ve read a ton of articles that say a stay-at-home mom should make like $150,000 a year or something like that!”
“What? No fucking way. $150,000? Who wrote that shit? And, to be clear, I’m not saying that about Dani because I don’t think moms do anything. I said it because she takes the kids to my mom and leaves them all the damn time while she’s out lunching with her friends and getting pedicures. My sister doesn’t do shit.”
“Well, that’s a little different, but still! Don’t say shit like that putting down women. It makes my inner feminist roar and I want to kick you in the nuts.”
“Good God, please do not kick me in the nuts. I’d like to have more children.” Shit. Jake spoke before he thought. Lane gave him an odd look. “I mean - with you. I’d like to have more children with you.” Another odd look. Mayday, mayday. Change to the subject, Hamilton! “So, do you want to stay at home after you have the baby? Our baby?”
Lane stopped for a moment and stared at him blankly. “No. Well, I mean. I’d like to take maternity leave so I can bond with the baby. But Bob can’t handle the caseload all on his own, so I don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll need to maybe find some outside help so I can at least get a few weeks off.”
“No, but I mean... Do you want to quit for good? Be a stay-at-home mom? I can support us, babe.”
“Fuck no! Jake, no offense, but you don’t even know what my mortgage payment is. I love my job. I worked hard to get here. Don’t even think about making me your sweet little wifey at home. I’ll never learn to bake cookies, I’ll never be good at laundry or cooking dinner. I’m a good lawyer. I’m good at arguing. I don’t know if I’ll be a good mom, but I definitely know I won’t be good at doing it full time. We’ll need to figure something for childcare or you can stay home and I can support us if you want. Sorry. It’s just how it’s gonna be.” After that soliloquy, Lane finally took a breath.
“Jesus, Red. Calm yourself.” Jake covered his mouth to keep from smiling. “I was just asking. I want you to be happy.”
“What if we have a girl, Jake? I’m going to expect you to get on the feminism train.” Lane crossed her arms.
“Baby, whether we have a boy or a girl, you can trust that I will help you raise a strong, respectful kid who speaks his or her mind and doesn’t take shit from anyone. I promise I will help you raise a whole army of little mini feminists if that’s what you want.” Lane smiled softly and Jake realized he’d again suggested they have more than one kid. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna need to knock her up more than once. Jake wondered if Lane wanted more than one child, but decided to leave it alone for now.
“Thank you. Sorry. I can’t help it. Woman power and shit.”
“You can have all the woman power you want outside of the bedroom, baby.” He wagged his eyebrows at her.
“Jake, if I wanted control in the bedroom, I’d just take it,” Lane challenged.
“Sorry to burst your bubble baby, but you don’t top from the bottom.” Jake smirked and looked back to the road.
Lane unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed the center console up that was providing a barricade between them. Jake looked to her seatbelt, then the center console. Holy fuck. The front seat was now a bench seat. She was going to prove it to him.
She crawled into the middle seat on all fours. Jake gripped the wheel tightly with both hands. He was already getting hard just watching her make her moves. Lane moved in closer and perched right next to him. He could feel her warm body pressed against his. Her breath on his neck. Lane grabbed his right forearm carefully and moved it to rest along the back of the seat. He continued watching the road. He wanted to look into her eyes and meet her challenge so fucking bad, but his desire for her mouth on him won out.
Lane put her mouth on his neck and began her assault. She moved back to his ear and lightly licked his earlobe as her hand moved over the top of his thigh and slowly over his now rock hard cock and began to rub his length through his jeans. Jake had to fight from rolling his eyes back into his head in pure pleasure. Eyes on the road, jackass.
“You want me to stop?” She whispered and again flicked her tongue against his earlobe, then nibbled softly.
“Lord...baby...Jesus. Hell no, don't stop,” Jake growled.
Lane unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down.
“Mmmmm. I know I gave you shit about it a while back, but I’m learning the benefits of you not wearing underwear.” She bit her lip as she pulled his cock free from the tight cage of his jeans. Jake groaned. “I was thinking baby… It's been too long since I've tasted you.” Lane moved her head down to his cock and put her mouth over the tip, oh so slowly taking his big dick all the way to the back of her throat.
Jake hissed, “Ahhh, fuck yeah. Lane, baby. Suck my cock.”
Lane continued working her mouth up and down his shaft, moving her tongue, sucking hard on the tip. She amped things up even further when she pushed her hands further into his jeans and grabbed his testicles. She tugged them softly, massaging them in her hands all while moving on him, sucking his cock hard and deep into the back of her mouth.
Jake was barely able to concentrate on driving. Shit. He was going to need to pull over. He could feel the zip of pleasure moving from his balls to the base of his spine.
“Baby, I'm gonna come if you keep sucking me like that.” Jake grit his teeth.
Lane pulled even harder with her mouth and massaged faster with her hand. Jake kept his eyes on the road as he felt his balls draw up, “Here I come, baby. Fuck. Take it. Take all of it.”
He thrust into her mouth from his seat. Lane pulled back on his cock slightly letting the hot spurts of come hit the back of her throat, one swallow after the other.
“Yesssss. Swallow it. Fuck.” Jesus fucking Christ. This woman was perfect for him.
She sucked and licked as she pulled off of his cock, cleaning him up along the way before she used her hand to tuck his cock and balls gently back in his pants and zipped him up.
“Tell me again that you have all the control, Jake?” She winked at him and settled back into her seat.
“That
's one baby. Keep it coming, let's see how many you can get racked up before we get to my parents’ place. I'll spank your juicy ass all night long.” His woman drove him insane. But in the best possible way.
“Jake. No!” she gasped. “We can't do that at your parents’ place!”
“Baby, you're just going to have to learn to be quiet then,” Jake grinned.
“I can't make that promise. When you hit it hard...you know, just right? I come hard and loud. I don't know if I can be quiet.” Lane smiled at the thought.
“Well then, we’ll just have to get creative, won't we?”
“I guess we will.” Lane sighed happily.
“Maybe I’ll have to gag you,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows.
Lane gave him a look he couldn’t quite describe. He expected her to smack his arm, but instead she just looked intrigued. Oh yeah. God, she was perfect. He knew he was in love with her. He wanted to tell her, but it needed to be perfect. He’d finally found the one. His woman. The woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. This weekend was going to be the perfect time to ask his mom and dad for his Great Grandma's ring. He wanted Lane. He'd make it happen no matter what. And it had nothing to do with the baby. She was his family. Now and forever.
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The rest of the drive - and the day - flew by. They stopped for a late lunch in Salmon, Idaho at a cute little greasy-spoon diner. The spur of the moment blow job had both of them hot and bothered. Jake sat next to her in the booth, instead of sitting across from her, and couldn't keep his hands off of her. Every little touch made her even more crazy with lust. Lane couldn't believe how horny she’d been since they found out she was pregnant. When she woke up in the morning and the nausea subsided, she wanted sex. If she ate a banana, she wanted sex. If she saw anything remotely shaped like a dick, she was suddenly on the hunt for Jake. These pregnancy hormones were hard to keep satisfied!
Jake pulled Lane’s hand into his as they turned down a long driveway. She could see the peaks of the roof coming into view. Holy shit. The house was massive. This wasn't just a ‘log cabin’ as Jake described it. It was a log mansion. The kind you'd find in Aspen or Vail.
“Jake, you didn't tell me your house was a castle.”
“What?!” He laughed. “It's not that big on the inside. The windows on the gable end make it look pretty monstrous from the outside, I guess. We lived in a little mobile home until I was in high school. My dad picked all the logs for the house. They built it as they could afford it. Katie was a baby when it was finished and we moved in.”
“It's beautiful, Jake.” She meant it. This was log cabin chic.
Jake parked his truck under the portico. His family's house has a fucking portico! He opened the driver's side door. Lane went to scoot out the passenger side as Jake's arm caught her around the waist.
“You get out my side with me.” He slid her out of the truck and they stood between the door and the driver's seat. Jake pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers in a possessive kiss that began to get heated. Fast. She parted her lips, hoping for a quick taste of Jake, but they were quickly interrupted.
“Ewwwww!” A little voice squeaked behind them.
They separated and turned to face the intruder. “Mia Belle! Were you spying on me?” Jake moved to her and swooped her up in his arms, hugging her tight. She giggled as he peppered her face with kisses.
“I wasn't spying, Uncle Jake. I was watching out the window for you.” Her curly blond hair bounced. Seeing Jake with a child made Lane’s heart constrict in her chest. She could immediately tell he would be a natural at this parenting thing... which was good, because Lane had no clue what she was doing.
“Mia, this is Lane.” The little girl held her hand out to her. Adorable. Lane shook her hand like they were meeting as professionals, “It's very nice to meet you, Mia.”
“Are you Uncle Jake’s girlfriend?” She said with a smile that reached her eyes.
“I am. I heard lots about you on the ride here today, Mia. I think you just might have your Uncle Jake wrapped around your finger!” Lane smiled as she leaned her head to rest on Jake’s shoulder. Mia giggled.
“I know! He loves me!”
“I sure do, munchkin. Come on, let's go inside. It's chilly out here. Where’s your coat, anyway?” Jake moved Mia to his left hip and gave her a squeeze. He reached his right hand out to grab Lane’s and they walked hand in hand into the house.
The entrance to the home was welcoming. Warmth of a fire and the smell of pumpkin pie greeted them. Oh my god, it was heavenly. There was a hallway to both the right and left of them and a giant log staircases on both sides of the great room. A large bank of windows was on the opposite side of the room from them. Big brown leather sectional couches mirrored one another, cozy recliners on each end, accent furniture in red and green plaid surrounded them. The world's largest flat screen hung from a stone fireplace. It was like a scene out of a Christmas movie in the mountains.
Wow. Logging business. Who knew?
“What's that, babe?” Jake asked.
Shit. She’d said it out loud, “Oh, nothing. It's just really beautiful, Jake.” Lane was awestruck.
He smiled at her and led her through the great room and to the right around the back side of the staircase to the kitchen. It was huge. Gorgeous solid pine cabinets, granite countertops, an island with at least 10 barstools surrounding it. Food covered the countertops. She felt a wave of nerves and nausea hit her stomach. In that same moment, Jake squeezed her hand tighter. It was almost like he could read her mind.
Everyone in the kitchen was in deep conversation when they entered. The chatter stopped for a brief second and then turned to excited screams. Three squealing women headed toward them. Jake set Mia down so that he could hug them one after the other. He continued to hold Lane’s hand as he hugged his sisters and mom. Lane appreciated Jake’s efforts to make her feel comfortable and secure.
They lined up after the hugging, waiting for introductions. Three men - well, two men and one very young man - sat at the island in the background. The two men were smiling. The other guy was glued to his phone, oblivious to the world around him.
“Lane, this is my mom, Sarah.” Lane went to shake her hand and Sarah wrapped her up in a hug.
“I’m a hugger!” Sarah exclaimed. Her hug was warm, comforting. Sarah was somewhat tall, maybe 5’7” with curly blonde hair. That must be where Mia gets it. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t overweight. She was totally a hot mom, but not in a fake way. She was a perfect, hot grandma. Lane imagined that Jake probably hated his buddies coming over when he was growing up.
“So nice to meet you Lane. My boy has just gone on and on about you. I knew he was falling for you when he called me this summer telling me how crazy you made him in court. Nobody has ever caught his attention like that.” She smiled, so warm and welcoming.
Falling for me? This summer? We still hated each other this summer. Lane swooned internally. She knew she was in love with him, but she hadn’t said anything. Could Jake be in love with her too? Lane certainly hoped so.
“Easy, Ma. Don't tell her all my secrets yet,” he winked at Lane.
“This is my sister Dani, and the little peanut here is Ally.” She put her hand out to greet her. Dani was blonde with shoulder length straight hair. She was short, skinny, and pretty, with huge boobs. Those can't be real.
“Nice to meet you.” Dani shook Lane’s hand like a dead fish and turned away. Ouch. What's her deal? Jake glared at Dani, almost like he was giving her a warning.
“And this is Katie,” Jake said. Lane put her hand out and Katie moved it away and went in for a hug just like Jake’s mom. Well, at least one sister is nice. She was tall, probably 5’9”, and super skinny with long, curly blonde hair. She could have been a model.
“Lane! It's so nice to meet you! Come, sit down! Let's have a drink!” Katie motioned to the bar in the corner of the kitchen.
Shit. You’re gonna need a fake
drink, stat! Lane squeezed Jake’s hand signaling for help. He was on it.
“Katie, let's finish introductions and get settled first.” Whew. Jake walked them over to who Lane assumed was his father. He looked exactly like Jake, only more mature in his features. His hair was graying, his wrinkles defined - no doubt from working out in the sun his entire life - but he was extremely handsome. No, Lane. Jake’s dad is freakin’ hot. If this is what Jake was going to look like when he was older, Lane was sold. Sign. Me. Up. The girls back in Imminence weren’t gonna believe this.
“Lane, this is my dad, Joe. Dad, this is Lane.” Jake was beaming at his dad, like a kid at the fair showing off his prize stock. Lane wasn’t sure how she felt about that. I’m not a fuckin’ cow, Jake.
