by Lissa
The compliment was unexpected and made her smile. “Thank you, sir.”
“Thought you were some kinda instructor or teacher though.”
“I am. I still teach during the day, but I work with Jackson on the weekends now.”
Jock nodded and turned his attention back to Jackson. The silence that ensued wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. Samantha must have felt it too. “Well don’t everyone talk at once. Not when some of us could still be sleeping or at least going home to sleep.”
“Sam’s right.” Jock cleared his throat. “You got any of those little cakes left for sale?”
“I do. Have some y’all might like to take with you. No beer but perfect for breakfast. C’mon up in the truck. I’ll give you the ten second tour.” And for the next several minutes, father and son talked softly inside the metal, mobile bakery. The two ranch hands Jock brought with him stayed in their truck and Cass wondered if maybe they were napping. As she smothered a yawn, she knew she wouldn’t blame them if they were.
“You mean it tastes just like a pancake?”
Samantha and Cass both laughed at Jock’s uncertain tone. “I’m glad Jacks started selling that cupcake.”
That cupcake was a pancake batter cupcake complete with maple syrup in the buttercream and bacon crumbled on top. “Me too,” Cass agreed. “During the last rush, several people almost bought him out of them.”
“Well around here, throw in the word bacon and most people can’t get to you fast enough.”
“True. Maybe you should think about adding bacon to one of your sticky buns.”
“Don’t worry. I’m way ahead of you.”
“You need any help this morning?” Cass offered. The Sticky Cowgirl atmosphere was different than that of the Jackson’s cupcake truck, but no less energetic. Both places had their own unique group of customers and expectations.
Sam shook her head. “Girl, you need to go home and get some sleep. I don’t know how you’re doing it. Burning the candle at both ends like you are.”
“I said that very same thing to everyone earlier though not exactly the both ends part. I definitely feel my age at the end of the night. I leave here and want to die.”
“You’re trying to keep up with my brother. That would make anyone want to leave here and die. I don’t know how he does it, either. I get exhausted just imagining everything he does in a day.”
Cass could relate. Watching Jackson with his endless energy and thirst for more, whether it was knowledge, customers, or sex, tired her out. He didn’t have a lot of down time and to be successful in business long term, he wouldn’t be able to make room for much of it in the foreseeable future. Of course, Jackson’s idea of relaxing was to screw her until they both fell asleep. He spent the night at her place or she joined him at his. They’d had more sex in a week than she thought she’d have in a year.
They didn’t go out. They didn’t eat fancy. Occasionally Peg and Jerome would stop by but for the most part, Cass and Jackson kept to themselves. For as young as he was, Jackson wasn’t the partying type. He had a goal. He had something he wanted to accomplish and he was putting everything, every part of himself into it.
She would have, at one time, cautioned against all work and no play, but when she was the play, how could she complain?
“You still considering trying a bakery on your own again?”
Cass leaned her head back against the cool metal of the truck. She sank down to the bumper and closed her eyes. Despite wearing the incredibly durable and comfortable shoes made for those who stood on their feet all day, she’d be ecstatic to get into her fuzzy slippers, followed by getting off her feet completely.
“Yes. No idea how, when, where, or what, but yes.”
The Cupcake Cowboy t-shirt Jackson had given her to wear when she worked with him was cool in the humid Texas heat, but she’d be glad to strip it and her soaked with sweat bra off. Hell, she couldn’t wait to be naked, showered, and fucked. In that order. Normally she’d take fucked first, but after this week, naked and showered would do wonders for her ability to participate in the fucked part.
She wanted sleep too. Good God, she wanted sleep.
Sam nudged her and Cass focused on the conversation again. “You know, those things are kinda important.”
“No. Really? You think?” Cass’ smile broke out when Samantha stuck her tongue out.
“Smarty pants.”
It had been such a long time since Cass had a female friend, but she considered Samantha to be just that. She was still taking a small group of students to The Sticky Cowgirl once a week and the information Sam had shared with them, the experience in the kitchen, along with the experience dealing with customers was invaluable. Cass had even learned a lot from Sam, just as she’d learned a lot while working with Jackson. She hadn’t been too much older than either of them when she’d started her first business, but their dogged determination outmatched what hers had been and she really believed their singular focus on one product had a lot to do with their success. Too many choices tended to overwhelm the average person, and it really overwhelmed the busy person. Do they want a cookie? A brownie? A slice of pie? Cake? Eclair? She’d tried to do too much at once instead focusing on one special item, instead of starting small.
“Jacks and I are here to help.”
“I know. I had my family when I tried the first time, but they didn’t know what it meant to me, how hard it was going to be. I know you and Jackson understand and your support means a lot.”
“So, no idea at all?”
“Well… Actually, yes.” The admission was given with a healthy dose of hesitation. She wasn’t sure how it would go over, but until she tried…
Sam tugged on her arm and shook her. “Tell me tell me tell me,” she begged.
Cass laughed. “Okay. I —”
“Wait. Does Jacks know?” Sam interrupted again. She was full of excitement, practically bouncing and Cass could only shake her head in amusement.
“Not yet. I’m still trying to piece the idea together.”
“Oh goodie. I’ll know something before him. Okay, tell me. I won’t breathe a word.”
Cass took a deep breath and let it and her idea out in a rush. “FILLED. The name of it, of whatever I do. Cream filled desserts. Whoopie pies. Eclairs. Cream puffs. Cupcakes. Something with a filling.”
“Oh my god, Cass. I love it. FILLED. That’s a really cool name for a little shop and everything would be just that It’s so awesome. We can do so much with that. You’ve got to tell Jacks. Oh I’m so excited.”
Cass watched, open-mouthed, stunned. Sam was up off the bumper, pacing in front of her, and talking a mile a minute, making plans for Cass’ new business.
“What’s going on out here?” Jackson asked, jumping to the ground. He grimaced as soon as he hit the pavement. “Damn I need new boots.”
“You’ve got a whole closet full of ’em out at the ranch,” Jock commented, following his son out of the truck. “Doubt your feet have grown much more than when you wore ’em.”
“You kept all those?”
“Kept everything the way it was when you high-tailed it to the city.”
“Well shit. Guess I’ll be picking up a few pair next time I’m out there. Thanks.”
“We gotta be on the road,” Jock said. He lifted a box toward Jackson. “Thanks for these. And I…I’m proud of you, son. It’s not what I would have chosen for you, but…You know, for a cowboy like me I…” Jock sighed and Cass’ heart went out to him. Opening up seemed so hard for him, but it also seemed there was a lot he wanted to say to Jackson.
“Dad,” Jackson started. “It’s okay. I —”
Jock held up his hand. “I’m proud of you, son. And you were right. Your mama would’ve been proud of you too. She’d have kicked my sorry old ass across three counties if she was still here. I’m proud of you,” Jock said again. “If this is what makes you happy, then it makes me happy too. Any hel
p you need, you’ve got it.”
Cass chanced a look up at her lover. He stared, wide-eyed at his father. Jackson had told her several times that he didn’t think Jock would ever come around, but she was glad she’d been around to witness the moment for herself. She reached for Jackson’s hand and he grabbed hold.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“That goes for you too, Sammy girl,” Jock continued. “You need anything, you let me know. And you should come out next week. I want to hear all about this buy-out business. We need to get to the bottom of it.”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Y’all take care,” Jock said as he climbed inside his truck. He pulled away from the curb slowly, giving a final salute out the window.
“Umm. Where are the cows?” Cass asked, confused. “He said he was taking them out to someone, right? Well, where are they?”
Samantha doubled over, laughing. “He usually sends someone on ahead with the cattle. When he took Jacks or me with him, we’d catch up after breakfast and oversee the unloading out at Jericho’s place”
“Oh. Okay.” She looked up at Jackson. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything, just kept hold of her hand, staring down the street. “Jackson? Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” He was stiff, frozen for a moment longer, but then he smiled down at her and his fingers relaxed. “Yeah. I can’t believe he said it. I can’t believe he…” Jackson bent down, took Cass’ head in his free hand and kissed her hard. “It’s all because of you, baby. You made me do it. You kicked my ass into gear. Again.” He kissed her a second time. “So, what were you two going on about out here? Why was Sam so excited?”
Chapter Thirteen
“FILLED?” Jackson held Cass in his arms. “That’s what you want to call it?”
“Y-you don’t like it?”
His heart ached at the timidity in her voice. No matter what, he wouldn’t do anything to shatter this idea, this dream of hers. He’d urged her to consider it, to try again, and he wasn’t going to allow her to second guess herself.
“It’s a little suggestive and it surprises me that you’d want to use something like it, but I love it.”
She laughed softly and her breath caressed his skin. “Of all people, you’re the last person I expected to have a problem with suggestive.”
Jackson grinned. “Oh baby, I don’t have a problem with it. I told you I love it and it definitely gives me ideas.”
Cass pulled herself up to lay across his chest. “What kind of ideas?”
He tugged her over his body completely and she spread her thighs to straddle his hips. “I should probably show you.” He was hard again and she was still wet from the last time. God, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Every chance he had to touch her, he took it. He hadn’t realized how much he missed her. Teacher, student, friend. Things had happened, changed. They’d pushed each other to do something they were afraid of, or too stubborn to do on their own without a healthy dose of pushing and prodding.
He’d lusted after her from the start, but he never realized he needed her, not until she came back into his life. Every second he was with her, he only wanted her more. He wanted to talk to her, listen to her, share with her, even fight with her. He wanted her naked and in bed with him every night for the rest of his life. He wanted more from her than he’d ever thought he would want from any woman. He hadn’t wanted to become the hardened man his father had, especially after his and Samantha’s mother passed away, but he hadn’t realized until Cass that that was exactly the direction he’d been headed in.
It was also because of her that his father had stopped by the truck. Jackson had been stunned at finding him there. The words Jock had spoken, telling Jackson he was proud… Jackson almost wouldn’t have believed it had it not been for the fact that there were witnesses. Samantha and Cass, both of them being there to hear it too. The look on Samantha’s face, stunned as Jackson himself, had been worth it.
Maybe his relationship with his father would be okay. Maybe they’d be able to get back to being father and son. Maybe they could actually stand to be in the same room with one another now, and talk instead of yell. And he owed it to Cass.
She was good for him. She was good to him, too, if one considered the way she slid her pussy over the length of his cock being good. And he did consider it. A lot.
Jackson drew lazy circles on her hips. “You know we’re gonna be fuckin’ again, right?”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Her voice drifted up to him where she was licking and sucking at his chest, nibbling on his nipples.
“Not a bad thing at all however, we need another condom.” She groaned unhappily and Jackson tugged her head up and took her mouth in a hard kiss. “We should invest in some colored condoms. Maybe even some that glow in the dark. Might as well make using them a little fun,” he suggested as he reached on the bedside table for another foil packet. They’d gone through two already tonight. He was young and had that on his side, but damn, the woman was insatiable.
He wasn’t complaining. She had to be sore, though. He knew he would be after this.
His gaze touched on the alarm clock. It was almost nine in the morning and they hadn’t slept at all. They’d gone for breakfast after he parked and hooked up the cupcake truck and they’d dropped Samantha off at her shop.
He loved days off and was glad to have a full one he could spend with Cass just lazing in bed. At least, he hoped she didn’t have any other plans. He tore the foil open and swatted her on the behind to get her attention from where she had her face buried against his neck. She was still moving on his shaft and she was making the sweetest, hottest cooing noises when her clit bumped against the head.
“Scoot back so I can put this on.”
“Do that again.”
“What?”
“Swat me. Spank me. Like you did just now, like you did in the barn.”
Jackson raised a brow, and tapped her ass cheek. “Oh yes, you liked that. It makes you even wetter, hungrier.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll definitely have to explore more of it then. I’m all about giving you whatever you want. For now, though, slide back so I can put the condom on and fuck you.”
Cass shimmied and wiggled her way down and sat up. Her pussy was just barely brushing the base of his erection. He got the rubber on and teased her with a knuckle against her sweet little bundle of nerves. “Feels so good, Jackson. Love when you touch me.”
“I know baby. I love touching you. So hot and wet for me, so delicious how you drip all over me. Climb on. Ride me.” He grabbed her by the hips and urged her forward again. He filled her completely, one smooth push inside. She was well used to this and took the lead on his lap.
Cass tossed her head back and the move thrust her tits out. Her nipples begged for his fingers to pay them some attention and he wasn’t the type of man to deny any part of her any amount of attention. The raspberry sized buds tightened between his thumbs and forefingers. He pulled and twisted and she rocked hard on his cock.
Her soft belly quivered as they both urged her toward the orgasm she needed. He loved her body, the way her waist dipped in and her hips flared out. She didn’t fit the runway models, the Hollywood status of body type, and not even the fashionable stores one might find in a mall or on a billboard ad, but she fit everything he wanted to touch, look at, and taste. She fit his arms, his body, his sexual desire.
She had that old time hour-glass figure that was no longer desired by the masses, though dear God, he found her perfect. Her face was a little fuller than most and she was beautiful, especially when her eyes were bright with excitement, or dark with lust and arousal.
He pulled on her nipples once more, pinched them this time, and was rewarded with a long, low moan. He let go and wrapped his palms around her breasts and squeezed before lowering his hands to her ass. She was lost in the undulating movement that kept him inside her, that pressed the front of her body against the head of his coc
k. She rubbed herself, rocked herself on him, searching for pleasure.
He gripped her left hip with one hand and with the other spanked her right ass cheek. Her head popped up and her glassy eyes found his staring up at her. He spanked her again and her cunt tightened on him. Once more and she smiled a slow, sexual siren smile he’d never seen from her. Damn. His sweet Teach had a kinky side.
Could he get any luckier? Could he get any harder?
He sat up, wrapped his arms around her body and dropped her onto her back. He slipped out of her for a moment but not long enough for either of them to mind. He was insider her again in one instant and her legs cradled his hips the next. Balanced oddly on his knees, he positioned her arms over her head and held them there, his fingers forming a vice around her wrists. She writhed, but not to get away.
He held her upper body as immobile as possible and she dug her heels into his ass and fucked up on him.
This last little sex session was going to be hard, fast, and a little rough.
He latched onto one of her still erect nipples with his teeth and drove his body into hers. He was merciless in his taking and she met him stroke for stroke. The tighter he held her wrists, the harder he drove into her, the wilder she became. She’d once said she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep up with him and he’d reassured her that yes, she could. Given their current state, the way they’d been fucking almost non-stop, Cass wasn’t going to have any trouble matching him. She was an older woman, a sex kitten in chef’s clothing, and she had his gut all twisted in knots. He was a lucky bastard.
Jackson’s lips drifted up her chest, scraped the scruff on his cheeks and chin up the side of her neck until his tongue met her hers in an open mouthed kiss. She tasted like vanilla. She always tasted like vanilla and sugar. Even though she’d brushed her teeth earlier, the warm sweetness still came through.
“You want to come for me?” he rasped and she nodded eagerly. “You like the way I have your wrists held down?” She nodded again, her eyes glazed and heavy. “My girl likes it naughty, doesn’t she?” Jackson punctuated his question with a sharp jab of his pelvis against her clit.
