But twice he also caught her staring into her plate, moving the food around with her fork. That, to him, meant something was bothering her. She had something on her mind and he wanted to know what it was. If he was to spend the rest of his life with her—hopefully—they needed to bond. He’d never thought they had a problem with it before today.
“Let me know how it goes,” Holt said.
Giggles came from the kitchen, and Hawk smiled as he recognized Jessica’s voice. It was after dark now, which meant it was time for him to put the second part of his plan into play.
“We’re going,” he said as he clapped Holt on the shoulder.
“You not staying for dessert?” Holt asked.
“Not the type you can bake in an oven.” Hawk called out Jessica’s name. When she came out she had an ice cream cone in her hand.
“Want one?” she asked, right before she ran her tongue around the vanilla ball that was covered with nuts. Holt snorted with laughter before he pushed past her and started for the kitchen. Jessica crossed the room until she was inches in front of him. She held her cone in front of his face.
Hawk stared down at her, his cock hardening as she shrugged and ran her tongue around the ice cream again.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m standing in front of you, eating ice cream.” She lifted up on her toes. “By the way, my ass is really sore. May I go in the bathroom and take out the plug?”
“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” He jerked her around and delivered a resounding slap to her ass. “Does that answer your question?” He delivered another one.
“What the hell’s going on out there?” Holt yelled from the kitchen.
Jessica giggled. “Your brother is abusing me,” she called out.
“Better call the local constable,” Holt answered, which brought gales of laughter from the other brothers.
“Let’s go,” Hawk said. He reached out for her but she stepped away.
“I have to finish my ice cream,” she said. This time she took a huge bite out of it, then licked her lips as she chewed. He was happy to see her being playful, after what had happened earlier, but his cock was so hard now it was painful. He had half a mind to take her to his bedroom and give her something else to lick, or to take the plug out and fuck her up the butt until she cried out.
But he had another idea, one that would, hopefully, catch her off guard.
“You’re a meanie!” she stuck her tongue out at him.
“That’s going to cost you.” He pointed to the cone. “You’ve got a minute to finish.”
He pulled out his phone and set the timer before he turned it in her direction so she could see it count down. She must have thought he had been kidding, because her eyes widened in shock and she took another bite of the cone. She chewed and bit again then started jumping around.
“Brain freeze, brain freeze,” she called out. Laughter from the other room greeted her loud pronouncement, and Hawk chuckled. She danced in a circle, and all Hawk could think was her movement must be jostling the plug in her ass. When she finally came to a stop she stared at him, her eyes wide open and he knew he was right.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Yes.” She winced and whispered, “More than ready.”
Something told him they were using different meanings of the word. They said goodbye to everyone and headed out to his truck. It was just dusk, which meant there was a nice, smoky hue to the sky.
“I need this thing out of me,” she said after they were headed through town toward her house.
“I like it where it’s at,” he said.
She wiggled, but didn’t voice any more dissent. When he passed the turn toward her house she said, “Where are we going?”
“Someplace fun.” He patted her thigh. “Go ahead and take off your pants, and panties.”
“But we’re…” she stopped speaking when he shot her a look. “Sorry.” She took off her seatbelt and wiggled out of her jeans and panties, and he knew from her groans that her ass ached, but she was hot, too. She needed to come. So did he.
He made a left off the main road once they were out of town and she said, “Where are we going?”
“None of your business.” He patted her bare thigh. “Play with your pussy, and spread your legs so I get a good view.”
When her hand was between her folds, it took all his willpower to keep from reaching over and pinching her clit. Instead he reached over her and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a clit clamp, one with nice, jagged edges, and dropped it between her legs.
“I believe you know where that goes.”
“Sir, please, no.”
“As tight as you can get it,” he answered. Would she disobey him? She’d been less than thrilled about the plug earlier, which still concerned him. She waited for a few beats, and then she picked it up. He knew it was on her clit when she hissed, loudly.
“Tighter.”
“Sir, please.” He loved the whine in her voice, because it could be interpreted two ways, please more, or please no. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she wiggled it around, hissing once more.
“Good girl.”
He pulled into their destination and parked the truck. He leaned toward her and said, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
“Thank you, Sir,” he said. Then he grabbed the clamp and pulled.
Her cry of pain filled the cab, and he said, “Stay where you are.” By the time he got around to her side of the truck her hips were moving so fast he thought she might come from the pressure of the clamp.
“Not yet,” he said. He went to the back of the cab and took out the inflatable mattress he kept there. It took him about a minute to unfold it and start the inflation process. While it worked its magic he took her hands and led her from the cab. Her body shook, and he knew she was more than ready. He led her to the back of the truck where he kept one hand on her arm, and used the other to lower the tailgate of the truck bed.
When it was down he pulled out a blanket he’d stored back there just for the occasion. He covered the tailgate with it, then stepped back, letting her go.
“Position,” he said.
She did as he asked, bending over the tailgate, her legs spread, her hands clasped behind her back. He thought about cuffing her, but it seemed to be par for the course lately, and he decided she would have to use her willpower to keep them in place.
Hawk stepped behind her and patted her ass. In the darkness he couldn’t see if there were marks from the spanking, but he knew her ass was sore from the plug. He undid his jeans and took out his dick. He stroked it once, twice, three times, then rammed it inside her pussy.
“Fuck yes!” she screamed out.
He could feel the plug pressing against him. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer to him.
“What did you just say?”
“Forgive me, Sir,” she said. She shivered under him, and Hawk decided she’d had enough foreplay. He pulled out, then went back in. He could feel the plug rub against him as he fucked her. Her soft mewls, groans, and murmurs for him to fuck her drove him on. He pounded into her harder, hoping he was hitting the right spot so she would come.
When he felt she was close he stopped moving, reached around, and pulled on the clit clamp.
She screamed as she came, and he pulled harder. Her body shivered under him and her pussy tightened. Hawk came, filling her as he felt her tighten around him even more. He leaned over and kissed her back, then moved his lips to her neck.
“My sweet pea,” he said.
She giggled, but he could hear the strain in her voice. It was time to empty her, crawl up and cuddle, and then talk. Maybe. He might save the talk for another time.
Jessica snuggled against Hawk’s chest. It was summertime, but it could still get cold at night in this part of Texas. She’d stayed in place while Hawk took out the plug and cleaned her with supplies he had stored in the truck. Th
en, following his orders, she stripped, put the now inflated mattress in the bed of the truck, and climbed on top of it.
He stroked her shoulder with the hand he had wrapped around her and held her close. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” she said. “But I’m also fulfilled.”
“Fulfilled?” he asked with a chuckle. “You’ve never used that word before. What exactly do you mean?”
“Being with you reminds me that I’m very lucky.” She kissed his chest. He’d also taken off all his clothes before climbing into the bed of the truck. It wasn’t the first time they’d camped out this way. Hawk always made sure they were parked in the middle of nowhere so they would hear if someone came up on them.
Which reminded her. She sat up and looked around. “Where are we?” He hadn’t driven that far out of town, which meant they were near Bookman Springs.
“We’re at the old Spellman Farm, east of town.” He stroked her arm. “You probably never met them. I think they were gone from Bookman before you arrived.”
There were no stars out yet, and there were no streetlights, so all she could see were trees. She got up on her knees and looked around. Not too far from where they were parked she could see the outline of a house, a one-story ranch. She imagined it had been deserted for a while and was probably overrun with snakes, and mice.
“How long have they been gone?” she asked. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She hoped he didn’t plan on staying here overnight without a blanket. It was too chilly for that.
“It was a family, husband and wife with three kids. The kids are probably in their thirties right now. I have no idea where they live, but the parents live in Amarillo.” There was a pause before he said, “They are looking to sell this property.”
Oh, she was pretty sure she knew where he was going with this, and it wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have. Ever.
Different ideas about how she could deflect the subject passed through her mind when Hawk said, “Did something happen at the shop today?”
She jerked her head toward him and said, “Huh?”
“You seem off.” He was on his back, one arm behind his head as he stared at her. “I just thought maybe something happened to upset you.”
Now she wanted to go back to the idea where she thought he was going to talk about buying a house and living together, because she was pretty sure that’s where the conversation was heading before.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said.
“You’re such a bad liar.” He sat up and put his arm around her. “I’m not sure why you don’t trust me.”
“I do!” She held her arms out as if to indicate everything around them. “I just wore a butt plug to your family home for dinner, and let you fuck me outside not really knowing where we are. If that’s not trust I’m not sure what is.”
“It’s not the same thing, and you know it.” He moved his arms away from her, and she felt their loss inside her. She should tell him about Mrs. Dobbs visiting, about her accusation of theft. Why didn’t she? It wasn’t as if she were guilty.
“I would hope you’d trust me in every part of your life,” he said.
“I do.” Even to her the words rang flat. She wasn’t sure what to say next. Was she so transparent? “It was just a very busy day at work. I’m stressed over the cake tasting on Friday. I’m not sure I have nine cake recipes that can be used for a wedding.”
“Is that what you promised them?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell Holt you’re not sure about it,” Hawk said. “How many do you think you can make?”
“Seven.” She hoped this would be a nice smokescreen for her actual problem. She really didn’t want him to know about Mrs. Dobbs. Surely Grant would tell his mother the truth now that Jessica had outed him as a liar. Or she hoped he would.
“Okay.”
Crap, she could tell by the tone of Hawk’s voice that he didn’t really believe her. He lay back down and she positioned herself next to him, once more spooning against his body. He didn’t bring it back up, and neither did she. But it was a wedge between them, one she would have to smooth out at some point. She just didn’t know when.
Chapter 4
By the time Thursday rolled around, and Mrs. Dobbs had not appeared again, Jessica felt certain that Grant had told her the truth and her lover’s mother realized her son was not only a liar but a thief. It made Jessica laugh inside, but it also made her realize she’d been wrong in not telling Hawk about Mrs. Dobbs’ visit. She planned to rectify that situation tonight.
He’d been out of town since their night at the Spellman Farm. There had been a meth lab bust three towns over, and the sheriff had called in all available help, which included Hawk. He’d packed a bag and left, and she’d only been able to talk to him on the phone since Tuesday. When they’d talked this morning he said he’d be in Bookman Springs around four.
“And I expect to see you on your knees, mouth open.”
“As you command, Sir,” she’d said. She wanted to tell him she wanted some Little time with him, since they hadn’t had any in at least a week, but she knew better than to ask. Hawk knew how to read her, and he would set up scenes as he saw fit. She was thinking about the wonderful way they played together when the door to the shop opened. The retirees were already here, enjoying coffee and donuts while she tried to think of another cake to make this afternoon. She looked up to see Aurora walking toward the counter. Her new friend always made her smile.
“Morning!” Jessica called out. “Can I get you a donut?”
“I’ve been sent after cookies,” Aurora said. “We have new clients, and there are a lot of kids. We thought treats would be a nice way to welcome them. Becky’s running her buns off trying to get people settled, and I’ve been sent into town. I’m going to pick up treats, then make a run to the grocery store.”
“I was going to ask you how it felt to be unemployed, but it seems as if you’re not.”
“I’m not,” she said. “I do a lot of paperwork for Holt, and I’m trying to help in the kitchen, although I’m not much of a cook.”
“I dropped the ball, didn’t I?” Jessica took out a box and started to fold it. “I was supposed to teach you how to cook. I’m so sorry.”
“You’ve had other things on your mind,” Aurora said. “Like making my wedding cake. Just six weeks to go.”
“I can’t believe it’s so close,” Jessica said.
“Me, either.” Aurora sat down on a stool. “At this time last year I was wondering where my life would end up. Now look at me about to get married to the most marvelous man in the world.”
Jessica turned toward the back counter. She poured Aurora a cup of coffee, then turned and set it down in front of her. She knew her friend well enough to know which donut she liked. She took a plate and piled it with two chocolate frosted. After she’d given it to Aurora she repeated the order, then rounded the counter, her own treats in hand, and sat down next to her friend.
After she’d swallowed her first bite of fried dough, Jessica said, “How are the other plans going? Can I do anything?”
“Well, I’m glad you asked,” Aurora said. “How do you feel about a trip to Amarillo this weekend? Maybe Saturday afternoon?”
“Sounds like fun,” Jessica said. “Saturdays are usually very slow, so I can close early. I’ll put a note up on the door to let people know. What are we doing?”
Aurora giggled. “It’s a surprise.”
“Not even a hint?”
“Nope.” Aurora giggled again. She took a bite from her donut and wiggled her eyebrows as she chewed.
Jessica took a sip from her coffee, then went back around the counter to finish boxing up the cookies. When she was done she pushed them across the counter. “I’ll put them on your bill.” Then she pulled them back. “Or maybe I won’t give them to you until you tell me the big secret.”
“Then I’ll just buy boxed ones at the store.” Auror
a ate the last of her donut.
“You wouldn’t!” Jessica said in horror.
“I would.” Aurora giggled again. She did that a lot lately, and to tell the truth, Jessica was a little jealous. She laughed, truly, but she didn’t think she was as happy as Aurora was at this moment. Was that what true love brought you? If she told Hawk she wanted to buy the Spellman Farm and move out there with him would she be giggling every few minutes, too?
As much as she liked the idea, Jessica knew that wouldn’t happen. Not many people found the loves of their lives. She cared about Hawk more than she’d ever thought possible, but she knew she would never be able to stay with him forever. Things didn’t work that way for her.
“What’s wrong?” Aurora asked. “You were smiling, and all of a sudden you look like you stepped in dog doo.”
Jessica laughed, then pushed the cookie boxes back in Aurora’s direction. The front door opened and to her delight Hawk walked in. She thought about what he’d said, about her being on her knees with her mouth open to accept his dick. She wanted to tell him he was too early. Then another man walked in behind him, wearing jeans and a tan-button down shirt. He had a star pinned above the pocket on his shirt and a gun on his hip.
He took off his cowboy hat, as did Hawk. Hawk walked toward her and pursed his lips in a kiss. Then he turned to the man behind him. “Jessica Barker this is Nate Willis. Nate is a Texas Ranger.”
“Hello,” she said. “Coffee?”
“No thank you, ma’am,” he said. “I’m here on another matter.”
“Okay.” Jessica shot a glance at Aurora. The room grew quiet, and she looked to see the retirees were watching the proceedings with interest. Hawk was introducing Aurora to the ranger.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Willis?”
“You can call me Nate, ma’am.” He turned his hat in his hand. “Do you know a woman named Matilda Dobbs?”
Jessica’s stomach dropped to the floor. Should she lie? She licked her lips and said, “Yes.”
“Have you seen her lately?” Nate asked.
“She came in on Monday,” Jessica said. She shot a look in Hawk’s direction, and she knew he’d made the connection with her mood on Monday and the appearance of Matilda Dobbs.
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