by Honey Jans
"You've got your priorities, I've got mine.” She undid his belt wondering if she'd like it across her backside some time. The paddle had been a stinging revelation. That could wait for later. She undid his pants, making him wince when she banged into his hard-on.
"Easy, sweet,” he said, pushing back the dishes to sit her on the edge of the table and standing up.
He unzipped his pants and let them drop. Her fascinated gaze fell on his erection, hanging huge and hard down his thigh. She was dimly aware of his shucking off his shirt. He opened the love gel and handed it to her. “Enjoy."
She smiled, took him in her hand and squeezed a good-sized bead on his head, fascinated when he hissed. Flicking her tongue out to taste him, she whispered, “Yummy,” as the mingled flavors of Jake and strawberries burst on her tongue. She took him into her mouth and drew on his hard staff. He jerked and she took him deep down her throat. She gagged a little and he pulled back but she gripped his hips and sucked him off. He exploded into her mouth as she sucked him dry. She grinned up at him. “Now that's desert."
"Bad girl.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
She sighed with pleasure gazing at the sultry look on his handsome face. He could do anything he wanted to her.
"Give me your mouth, Cyn, and wrap your legs around me."
She kissed him and gasped when his stiffening cock impaled her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her across the floor and outside. She shivered with delight as the evening breeze caressed her bare skin. The sunset was beautiful and she knew someday she'd have to paint it and him just the way he looked tonight. Bad boy, satyr and sex god, all rolled into one. When he started to walk into the water, she gasped with delight. “You planning on taking me skinny dipping?"
"Oh yeah,” he said, walking into the water. His slid her down onto his rousing cock, and strode deeper, each movement making her gasp. Her sex clutched at him feverishly, her ass rippling on the plug inside her. As waist-deep water rushed around them, he cupped her ass and rode her harder and faster. She moaned, her sex clinging to him as her ass squeezed the butt plug he'd inserted in her. She cried out, coming long and hard. He held her tight, coming inside her.
Chapter 13
Jake woke up the next morning with his mind made up. He was keeping her. He rubbed his rousing cock against Cyn's warm ass, and smiled when she arched against him. He rolled her over and came down on top of her. “Good morning, sugar."
She smiled up at him and raised her leg to open for him fully. “Good morning yourself, sex god."
"So I'm a sex god, am I?” he said, pleased.
"In my book, yeah."
He rubbed his cock against her again, and she made yummy noises. “Want breakfast, do you?” he teased.
"I want you."
"Good. Now kneel up on the edge of the bed for your paddling.” The startled and excited look she gave him was priceless.
"You mean it?"
"Oh yeah. Move, or I'll take my belt to you."
She smiled and leisurely crawled down to the end of the bed arching her ass up in the air teasingly. “How's this?"
"Tease,” he said with a smile.
"It's good for you.” She bit her lip when he picked up the paddle.
He brought it down on her ass, and she moaned, flushing all over.
He started a steady rhythm that had her moaning, his cock twitching as she cried out. Her sex was wet, glistening, and fragrant. Her ass was arching up to meet him, her thighs trembling. He was temped to taste her all over. “Spread your legs, Cyn, I want to spank that bad pussy."
She moaned and spread her legs apart.
Jake caught her mound with flicks of the paddle and she came with a shriek, her cunt pulsing. He dropped the paddle and brought a lubed vibrator to her ass. She moaned as he slipped the head inside, and her body tightened. He flipped it on vibrate and she shrieked, coming again, loosening up as he slid it home, letting it vibrate inside her as he fucked her ass with it. She moaned grinding against him. He reached out to press her clit, and she came. He gently pulled it out and rolled back on the bed beside her. He didn't want to do anything but pleasure her today. He flipped her around, making her gasp and laugh, reversing positions so he was on the bottom.
She sat astride him with a bemused smile. “You used to wrestle, didn't you?"
"I still do,” he said, with a pleased chuckle at the jealous look on her face. Good. Maybe it would keep her from backing away from him.
"I'll have to see for myself how flexible you are,” she said, slipping onto his cock.
Jake hissed with pleasure as she lowered her tight sex onto his cock, barely able to hold him. She sat still for a moment with her eyes closed, a blissful look on her bewitching face and he couldn't look away. When he slid his hands up her body to cup her beautiful breasts, her eyes opened, and she looked down at him with love.
"I'm about to ride you, cowboy,” she said, rocking her hips.
Jake groaned as she took him, rocking harder, whimpering as her clit brushed against him on the down strokes. He arched up into her making her cry out, her cunt tightening on his dick, milking him. With a growl, he held her hips to steady her as she rode him, arching up into her again and again, until they were both gasping. His balls tightened. His cock swelled inside her; he was so close, but he was taking her with him. He surged up, tweaking her clit, making her scream as she clutched at him. Using his other hand to reach behind her globes to toy with her anus, she exploded. Her pussy wringing his cock made his body stiffen; his balls tightened close to his body. He came with a roar as she milked him. Cyn collapsed down on top of him. With their bodies still intimately joined, he pulled her into his arms.
"What's the decision, can I still wrestle?"
"Yeah, baby, you can wrestle with the best of them."
* * * *
That afternoon, Cyn put away the lunch dishes and took a minute to gaze fondly at Jake as he wiped the table. They'd lingered over breakfast in bed and played around until noon. Now it was time to go back to reality, and a big part of her didn't want to. Things would probably change between them. In a way, this idyll had strengthened their relationship but it had also created doubts. Jake never talked about himself, his hopes, or his dreams. He'd never even told her that he wanted to continue the affair after he moved out next week.
That left her one short week to get him out of her system.
"Something wrong?” he asked, looking back at her, his stance tense.
"No. I was just thinking about the chores back at the ranch,” she lied. “This has been fun, but I need to go back."
"Why? Stay with me another night,” he said, stalking up to her to take the dishes out of her hands and put them on the counter. “I'll make it worth your while, Cyn. S'mores by the campfire, all the strawberry sex gel you can handle, and the paddle."
Cyn leaned into him with a moan, sorely tempted. It wasn't like they'd actually miss her at the ranch. “I don't know.” Staying was risky; she'd just crave him more when he left. Besides, she had responsibilities. “I shouldn't."
He gave her a firm look, telling her that he knew what she was thinking. “One more night, do it for me, for us,” he said.
"I'll make a deal with you. You can come back to my apartment. I'll model that naughty underwear, and serve you supper in bed. We'll keep it quiet so as not to blow your cover. We don't want to scare off Hawkins if word got out."
"There's no need to worry about that. Things escalated, and I had to recalculate the odds. I put the word out that I'm back and that arrests are about to take place. It should make the guilty parties run. Then we'll have them. I had to act quickly. Why do you think little sister was all over me? I don't fool myself into thinking it's my good looks."
He was so wrong; he was a total hunk even if he didn't realize it. “That explains Cordial's cat and mouse game. Maybe she isn't guilty of window peeking.” His offhand disclosure could explain Cordial's sudden knowledge of his identi
ty, but not her knowing what they'd done in bed. He should have told her this from the start, and not tried to run the show alone. It was typical of his dominant behavior and she wouldn't have it outside the bedroom.
"Window peeking?” he asked, his brow arching.
She sighed. “We were watched our night together at the ranch. And when I went out to the mailbox to find the latest obscene note, Cordial came up behind me, confronted me about it, and told me to run while I still could. She knew everything we did and she's not the only one."
"The note,” Jake said, giving her a probing glance.
"Oh yeah, he must have been watching us. It was pretty sick."
Jake pulled her into his arms with a groan. “No more playing around. I'm driving you in to the police station right now."
Cyn sighed, leaning into him, his strength restoring her sense of calm. “I know. I already decided that yesterday and brought the letter along."
* * * *
Cyn clung to Jake as he drove his Harley around to the rear parking lot at the police station and parked. She'd hesitated to file an official complaint, because she didn't want to make Hawkins think he was getting to her. Thinking if she'd ignored him, he'd eventually give up and go away. It had backfired, because he was getting worse. She took off her helmet and handed it to Jake as they dismounted.
"You ready to do this?” he asked, giving her a tender smile.
She nodded. “Thanks for bringing me.” She took his hand and walked with him into the rear entrance, strengthened by his presence. “I guess I should have filed a complaint weeks ago,” she said and gave him a puzzled look when he steered her toward the detectives’ offices instead of the front lobby. He might be used to special VIP service but she certainly didn't expect it. “I need to file a report, not go back here."
"No need. I already filed one for you."
Her jaw dropped, as he walked her to an office door. “You did what?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. How could he have presumed she'd give him permission to do that?
"It needed to be done, sugar,” he said softly. “It was for your own good."
"Don't you sugar me,” she snapped back at him. “And condescending words like, it was for your own good, are guaranteed to get your ass kicked."
"I'll risk it,” he said grimly, and tapped on the door lettered, Detective Zane Redcloud and leaned inside. “Got a minute?"
Zane looked up from his computer. “Sure. Come on in and take a seat. I see you finally brought in the complainant."
Cyn gave Jake an irritated glance, and brushed by him and into the room. She sat gingerly on a stiff-backed chair facing Zane's desk, her face heating with embarrassment when he raked an appreciative glance over her.
"She got another one,” Jake said.
Cyn scowled at Jake. “I do have a voice of my own, you know.” She turned back to look at Zane, saying, “I received another of those stupid letters, only this time it's worse. It seems he was watching us.” She pulled it out and handed it over his desk, blushing when he read it.
"I was afraid of this."
"Window peeking?” she asked.
"No, escalation. Stalkers always have to increase their presence to get the same rush."
"Damn sick ass bastard,” Jake bit out. “When are you going to arrest him?"
"I thought you wanted me to hold off and wait until your investigation of North Star was complete?"
Jake frowned, pinning Zane with a resolved glance. “Not anymore. Some things take precedence."
Cyn took in their man-to-man gaze, and scowled. Detective Redcloud was no doubt used to riding roughshod over suspects, and Jake just plain wanted to smother her with bubble wrap to keep her safe. “Hey, boys, a little attention here. I don't appreciate you talking about this over my head.” They snapped steely gazes at her, filled with male determination.
Zane arched a brow. “So you're willing to make out an official complaint?"
"Yes, I am,” she said firmly. “I don't want him bothering me any more.” She smiled when Zane pulled out the paperwork and turned to see Jake's resolute gaze on her. He'd be more of a challenge. “And as for you, Jake, I won't have you sneaking behind my back and keeping me in the dark while trying to protect me."
Jake frowned. “I can't promise you that. Some issues involving Randal Industries are confidential."
"I don't need to know all the business-related details. But I do insist on running my own life. You can't protect me by keeping me in the dark."
He frowned. “I'm just trying to help, take some of the burdens off your shoulders."
"I'm a strong woman, Jake,” she said, then sighed when Jake's cell phone rang and he turned his back on her to answer it, talking in low tones. He was doing it again.
* * * *
Exasperated, Cyn walked away while he was on the phone. She headed down the hall to the front door. There had to be some way to convince him to open up and let her in. She wouldn't let him manipulate her this way, and then keep her in the dark. She stepped out the front door, and hurried down the steps. Jake's hand on her arm stopped her when she reached the sidewalk. “Let go,” she snapped, turning her head to frown at him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Home, alone. I'll call a cab. Until you decide to level with me about what's going on, you're cut off.” Jake's stunned expression almost made her smile.
* * * *
In the coffee shop across the street from the cop shop, he put down his latte and chuckled. And to think he'd only stopped here by chance. Sometimes fate could be a sweet mistress. His plan was working better than he could have imagined. He watched Cynthia Jane say something cutting to the pretty boy, and then stomp away, storming around the corner, Jake following her pleading like a dog. Good. Soon he'd make them both pay...
* * * *
Jake tracked Cyn around the corner, exasperated. How could he make her see that he was only trying to shelter her, help her? He could understand her fury, but there was no way he could let her run away. “Does that mean you don't love me anymore?” he teased, and was gratified to see her stop in her tracks.
She turned to face him, a troubled frown on her face. “I never said I did."
He saw the tender look in her eyes, telling him her repressive frown was a lie, and wanted to shout for joy. Instead, he leaned closer to say, “But you do, don't you?"
"Yeah, cowboy, unfortunately I'm head over heels in love with you. But don't think that cuts you any slack when it comes to this. I won't have you pulling the strings and keeping me in the dark to protect me. I meant what I said. Until you start leveling with me, you're cut off."
He scowled as she turned to go and grabbed her arm. “You can't go off on your own, sugar, no matter how pissed you are at me. Until this is wrapped up, we're going to be inseparable. You know I'm right about this."
"I'm not a fool, Jake,” she said with a scowl. “Fine, just remember what I want from you. Full disclosure."
"I'll remember,” he said, as they got on his bike. He tensed, not liking her standoffish body language; she deliberately kept space between them, her hands clutching the seat instead of him. Damn. He knew he had some fence mending to do, and that she was right. “We have to stop at Randal Industries. Something's come up."
"I take it your plan to get them running scared worked,” she said dryly.
"A little too well,” he agreed, then sighed. It had an unexpected result. Dwain Hawkins was still there. “The forensic audit I ordered is complete along with the investigation I ordered.” He was relieved to feel Cyn loosen up behind him, wrapping her hands around his middle.
"Was that so hard?” she teased.
"Yes,” he said, not wanting her to get involved in the dicey, perhaps dangerous, situation. “You don't have to take on my burdens. You've got enough of your own."
"Remember what you said about burdens; they're easier to bear when they're shared."
He looked over his shoulder at her, noting her pleased sm
ile. “I give up. But let me know if it gets tedious or you get bored."
"It won't happen, I'm not Brandy or Tiffany."
"Thank god for that,” he said, peeling out.
* * * *
Jake pulled into the Randal Industries nearly full lot, parking next to his father's car. He still wasn't happy that Cyn was involved. It could get nasty and he didn't want her hurt. Cyn's determined expression as they walked toward the building told him she knew what he was thinking. “Thanks for coming, I don't know anyone else who would have worried about me.” He reached out to squeeze her hand.
"We're a team.” Her hand clung to his.
It was a novel experience, having someone looking after him. He'd been on his own since his late teens. He gave Cyn a smile. “Follow my lead in there, okay?"
"Sure thing. I'm just here to give you moral support."
Shifting back into business mode, he nodded at Tim, as they reached his guard shack.
"Hi, Jake, I see you brought some pretty company with you today,” Tim said, giving Cyn a curious smile.
"That's right. Tim, meet Cyn Taylor, my girlfriend."
Tim's eyes widened. “Well, hello, Ms. Taylor. I didn't know it was you. I put the word out for you, by the way, Jake."
Jake nodded. “I heard."
"I hope I did okay.” He tilted his head to study Jake's reaction.
"You did a really good job from what I hear,” Cyn replied with a kind smile.
"Great,” Tim said, standing taller. “I'm always glad to help. Randal Industries has been good to me and mine. Your father especially, Jake."
"I know he appreciates your loyalty, as I do.” Jake patted him on the arm. “Is Dad in his office?"
"He just went down to the factory floor for a minute. You can wait for him in his office. I'll tell him you're here."
"Thanks.” Jake took Cyn through the gate when Tim buzzed them in. Randal Industries employed a lot of good people like Tim, being a major local employer, and he couldn't let them down by allowing the losses to go on.
"He's a nice man,” Cyn said, as they walked down the hall. “But why did you tell him that we're partners?"
