Bastard's New Baby (Roosters Book 3)

by Raisa Greywood

  The house wasn’t set up for a baby. Glass tables were everywhere, their sharp corners a magnet for a toddler’s forehead. The couches and chairs were upholstered in dusky blue damask, complementing the pale gray carpeting. Tall standing lamps were everywhere, along with glass and metal statuary. The color schemes and artistic décor was soothing and peaceful, but not a good place for a baby just learning to walk.

  The skin around Jackson’s eyes tightened, but he relaxed and gave her a smile. He stood, still holding Andy against his chest. Walking toward the staircase, he said, “I know it needs some redecorating. We’ll have to take out the carpet for Pogo and replace all the furniture.” As he started up the stairs, he added, “Of course, we could just let it go, and get rid of all the glass stuff. They’ll destroy whatever we buy and carpet will keep Andy from hurting himself when he falls.”

  Wow. Jackson had obviously put some thought into this. He’d skillfully dismantled every protest she might have given, and if she refused, she’d sound like a shrew. He was trying, and all she’d given him was distrust and a snarky attitude.

  That made her feel like a heel, especially after their phone interlude last night. “Okay. It shouldn’t be more than a few hundred dollars to babyproof, but we’ll need to store all the glass tables and the statuary.”

  She stopped herself before adding, “Until Andy is older.” A preschooler would still need the protection of babyproofing, and they’d likely be gone after that. Why had Jackson chosen that time limit, anyway? Was something supposed to happen during those three years? Or had he just wanted to give them ample time to let their relationship sink or swim?

  Maybe she just needed to have a little faith. Despite their inauspicious meeting, he’d bent over backward to please her and welcome Andy. He’d never once tried to pawn her nephew off on a sitter. She stared at his tight ass as he walked up the stairs and felt a trickle of moisture slick her inner thighs.

  The fact that he aroused her beyond comprehension was a bigger worry. She wanted to jump his bones every time he smiled at her, and the sight of him cradling Andy so carefully did weird things to her insides. It was almost as if her ovaries were shooting out every egg they possessed and screaming, “Take me now, you sexy bastard!”

  The room he’d chosen for Andy was on a corner of the house, with expansive windows on two sides looking over a massive backyard with a fringe of woods in the back. White split-rail fencing bounded the property, and a creek trickled over stones -- not quite a waterfall, but fast-running and beautiful. The grass was cut, but untended. It wasn’t a lawn; it was a yard suitable for the explorations of a young boy.

  “You have a beautiful house,” she murmured as he laid Andy in the portable crib.

  “Thanks. Mr. Kohler and his family did most of the work, and I hired a decorator for the rest.” He grinned and handed her the monitor receiver. “You should thank them instead of me.”

  Laughing softly, she said, “I will.”

  Taking her hand, he led her down the stairs and to an expansive covered porch furnished with well-cushioned rattan furniture. He opened a mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, grabbing glasses from an overhead rack before uncorking the bottle. “This is a pinot grigio from a local winery. Can I interest you in a glass?”

  “Sure. Sounds good.” It was a little early for her, but maybe a glass of liquid courage would settle the butterflies tumbling in her belly.

  As he poured the wine, he said, “Have a seat anywhere.”

  She chose a low couch facing the backyard. “How long have you lived here?”

  He sat down next to her, leaving a few inches between their bodies. Handing her a glass, he said, “About three years, though I’ve owned the property for a while. I used it for camping and fishing until I figured out what kind of house I wanted. There’s a lake about a half mile through the woods that I keep stocked with bass and catfish.”

  “I might join you with Andy one of these days.”

  “Do you fish?” His eyes brightened and he grinned with obvious excitement.

  “Mostly I throw a hook in the water and pretend, but I enjoy it.”

  He chuckled, but didn’t reply. Their easy conversation faded and Jackson gazed at her intently. He took a sip of his wine and said, “I --”

  At the same time, she said the same thing, and joined him in laughter. “You go first,” she said.

  He turned to face her and took her hand, kissing the knuckles above her wedding ring. “How would you feel about getting rid of the time limit on our marriage?”

  She tried to control the shaking in her hand as she took a sip of her wine. The crisp alcohol flowed easily into her mouth, warming her belly. “I’m not --”

  Was that a look of disappointment on his face? The expression cleared and he smiled. “It’s okay if you need time to think about it, but I wanted to throw the idea out there.”

  “No, I mean we barely know each other. I’m not sure it’s a good idea for either of us to make that kind of decision without knowing if we’ll even get along.”

  “Well, I know one area where we’re already compatible.” His eyes darkened and he wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck. “We’re fucking explosive together, and I can’t wait to recreate our phone conversation in person.”

  Without another word, he lowered his head and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She opened to let him in and clutched at his shoulders, unable to do anything else. The scent of his aftershave swirled around her, a heady combination of bay rum and musk. God, he smelled good. She wanted to lick him and roll around in sweat-dampened sheets until her body carried the same enticing odor.

  Growling, he hoisted her into his lap facing him, her skirt hiked up as she straddled him. Without breaking their kiss, he stroked his hands down her back and pushed his hands under her dress to cup her ass. She rubbed her pussy against the fly of his pants, desperate to ease the ache between her legs as he squeezed the muscular globes of her backside. His nails bit into the generous flesh and she hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  “Christ, woman, you drive me insane,” he growled. With a snap of fabric, he broke the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged them away before cupping her head to hold her still for his kisses. His tongue thrust into her mouth, emulating a sex act, and her pussy wept for him, dampening the front of his pants.

  Thrusting a hand between her legs, he said, “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  He pinched her clit and she cried out, her pussy clenching on air as he teased her. “Please,” she panted. “Don’t tease me.”

  His grin was filled with evil intent and she gasped as he lifted her from his lap. “I haven’t started teasing yet, baby girl.”

  She squeaked as he repositioned her facedown over his lap, gathering her wrists in one hand behind her back. “What are you doing?”

  “Spanking you.” His hand fell on her ass several times. It didn’t hurt, but it stung a bit and she felt the flesh warm under his hand.

  His calm, straightforward answer made her blink and lift her head. She choked out a laugh, unsure whether to be turned on or furious. “What the hell? Why?”

  He delivered a sharp slap to her backside, making her screech in pain. “Because I’ve been fantasizing about spanking you and watching your magnificent ass turn pink all morning. But mostly because I wanted to see if you like it.” He pushed a hand between her legs and stroked her pussy, flicking her clit with his thumb until she whimpered with pleasure.

  His spanking sent trickles of warmth between her legs, making her twitch over his lap as she sought to press her core against his hand. To her dismay, he took his hand away and she whined in disappointment.

  Jackson spanked her again, harder blows this time that made her cry out. Though she’d imagined being spanked and gotten herself off, her fantasies were a pale imitation of reality. The real thing hurt, but it was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. She wanted more. No, she wanted him to let her up and fu
ck her. Maybe both. Her mind was too muddled with pleasure and she couldn’t think.

  “What do you say to me?”

  Huh? What? “I don’t --” His next spank landed right on the crease between her ass and thighs, making her howl.

  “Say thank you for my spanking, Sir.”

  Her ass was starting to really hurt, and she wanted it to stop in favor of pleasure, but Jackson ignored her mewls of pain and the tears pricking her eyes. He changed his aim to catch the tops of her thighs and she jerked, trying to break free. He repositioned her, lifting his leg to hoist her backside in the air as he continued.

  Siobhan collapsed over his lap, pleasure and pain mixing into an insurmountable storm. She couldn’t take anymore, and in a soft whisper, said, “Thank you for my spanking, Sir.”

  The spanking stopped immediately, and he bent down to kiss her sweaty forehead. “There’s my good girl.”

  She sniffed back tears and tried to wipe her face on her shoulder as he pushed his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. When he pushed two fingers inside her, she squeaked and clamped down, trying to rub her achy clit against his leg. She spasmed around his fingers, trying desperately to reach the orgasm hovering just out of sight.

  When he prodded at her asshole with a thick thumb, she hissed in pleasure and pressed back against him, wanting that extra bit of stimulation to drive her to the point of no return. She cried out and tightened on his fingers, desperate for relief from Jackson’s torment.

  “Beg me to let you come,” he said, his voice dark and growly and he pressed his thumb into her ass.

  She no longer had any shame. He wanted her to call him Sir? Sure. Wanted to fuck her ass? Yes, Sir. Begging was just one easy step past that. “Please, Sir. Please, I need to come.”

  “No.” He pulled his hand away, wiping her wetness on her bare ass before helping to her knees between his spread thighs. “Show me how much you appreciate your spanking, and then I’ll let you come.”

  Keeping one hand on her head, he unbuckled his belt, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. Pushing his boxer briefs aside, he exposed his long, thick cock. She licked her lips at the sight of precum dribbling down his velvety shaft. She leaned forward, suddenly wanting that thick meat in her mouth.

  A tug on her hair stopped her in her tracks. “Beg me to let you suck my cock, baby girl.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Please let me suck your cock, Sir. I want that beautiful dick in my mouth.”

  “Christ, Siobhan!” He groaned and pulled her head down, letting her suck him in.

  She thought he would fuck her face, using her hair as a handle. But he didn’t. While he had a good-sized handful of her hair lodged in his fist, he let her set the pace and take as much as she could handle. She wanted to play, though. Taking just the succulent head of his dick in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the glans, licking up every trace of precum she could find. The sweet moisture was the gift that kept on giving, though, and kept dripping into her greedy mouth.

  Groaning, he said, “Look at me while you suck my dick, baby. I want to see those pretty green eyes while I fuck your mouth.”

  She obeyed and was glad she did. The expression of wanton pleasure on his face made her hotter than ever and she put a hand between her legs, desperate to join him.

  “Hands behind your back,” he barked.

  She whined around the cock in her mouth, but obeyed and never let her eyes leave his.

  “Such a beautiful girl, so good for me. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous as you sucking my dick with those big green eyes full of tears.”

  Damn, his filthy words were much better in person than they were on the phone. She set her attention to his cock and sucked in earnest, wishing she could play with his balls, too.

  “I’d love to get a third in here. What do you think, baby? Would you prefer a woman or a man to crop your ass while you suck my dick?”

  Holy. Fuck. Though she’d never considered ménage sex, Jackson’s words painted a picture of utter debauchery in her head. Worse, she couldn’t decide which would be sexier. Both alternatives got her hotter than she’d ever been in her entire life, and she groaned around the cock pressing toward the back of her throat.

  * * *

  Siobhan was the perfect woman. He had no doubt she’d be a perfect submissive as well. She’d taken everything he gave her and begged for more. Sure, he’d had to prompt her, but despite her reading material, it was obvious she’d never been with another dom. He was absolutely sure of it. It was like getting a fucking virgin. Hot, but an enormous responsibility.

  She sucked him deeper, trying desperately to deep throat. He tugged her away gently. That took practice, especially with what he had between his legs, and he didn’t want to hurt her. Even so, the tight cavern of her mouth caressed him, making his balls draw up. He wanted to draw it out, wanted to enjoy hours of her sucking him off. But they didn’t have time. Who knew how long Andy would sleep?

  He’d let her take the edge off his arousal first, and then he’d return the favor and make her come so hard she spoke in tongues. His hips lifted and he clenched his fist in her hair, wanting desperately to thrust into her willing throat. He loosened his hold, telling himself to be patient and gentle. She groaned around his cock, shifting her hips as she pressed her thighs together.

  She never took her eyes from his, and he stared into those wild green eyes as he gave in to the inevitable and let himself go.

  “I’m going to come down your throat, baby, and I want you to swallow every drop.” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest when his cock swelled and blocked her air. Gripping her hair, he pushed as deep as he could go and shot his come into her mouth.

  She choked and sputtered, then swallowed as quickly as she could. Despite her efforts a trickle of his cream dripped down her chin. He swiped it up with a finger. “Open your mouth and lick this clean.”

  Her little pink tongue swirled around his finger like it was a decadent treat. Pulling away, she gave him a shit-eating grin and sat back on her heels. “Did I suck you good, Sir?”

  Though every part of him wanted to spank her ass again, he reached down and lifted her from the floor before setting her on the coffee table in front of them. “Lie back and spread those gorgeous legs, baby. It’s my turn to eat.”

  Though she obeyed, her eyes twinkled with mirth. “Are you the big bad wolf, come to blow my house down?”

  He lowered his head to her core, taking a moment to inhale the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. Her neatly trimmed curls were soaked with dewy excitement and he couldn’t wait to taste her spice. Gripping her thighs to keep them open, he licked her tender folds, savoring her essence before nibbling on her clit.

  As he tended to that sensitive bundle of nerves, he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to touch her G-spot.

  “Jackson!” Her shriek of pleasure made him grin, and he redoubled his efforts on her sweet pussy.

  “Ba ba ba! Ma ma!” They stared at each other as the sound of Andy’s nonsense words echoed from the monitor.

  Jackson helped Siobhan up and straightened her dress, then got a napkin from the wet bar to clean her face. “I am so sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you after our handsome little cockblocker is in bed.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I promise.”

  She scowled and walked into the house. “I’ve never been edged before. I think I hate it. If we ever do naptime sex again, it’s going to be a quickie.”

  He nodded vehemently as he followed her up the stairs to get Andy. “Agreed.” Privately, he entertained the idea of a chastity belt. Just to keep his new wife on her toes, of course. And definitely one of those Wi-fi enabled vibrators for when they were apart.

  * * *

  They spent the rest of the day outside, enjoying the beautiful summer day as they watched Andy and Pogo play together. They both fell down often, but neither he nor Siobhan wanted to interrupt their game. Aside from a snack for both Andy and Pogo, they didn�
�t stop until dinnertime.

  Though his shopping list of toys to tempt and torment his new wife grew to almost unmanageable proportions, he couldn’t remember having a better day. Aside from the fact that she was the sexiest woman he knew, Siobhan was a clever and astute conversationalist, and he enjoyed her company.

  After they bathed Andy and put him to bed, he poured her a glass of wine. “Have you made a decision on whether you’re going to come to work for me?”

  She took a sip from her glass, then said, “I thought about it most of the day. I think it will work out, but I want it to be part-time, and I want to telecommute. If you don’t have a problem with it, I’ll hire an assistant to work in the office. We can share him or her until your PA comes back from maternity leave.”

  “All right, but I want you in the office at least one full day every week.”

  “Two half days, and I bring Andy,” she countered.

  “Done.” He took her wine glass and set it in the sink. “Now for more important matters.”

  She squawked when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder before climbing the stairs. It was time to introduce his wife to the joys of rope and a deerskin flogger. And he desperately wanted to fuck that glorious ass. He would be the first, and he wanted to breach that virgin hole more than he wanted to breathe.

  He shut the bedroom door behind him, checking to make sure he had Andy’s monitor in his pocket before he put Siobhan on her feet. He sat down in the armchair by the window and said, “Strip.”

  She bit her lip as she lowered her hands to the hem of her dress. Her eyes met his as she lifted the fabric, revealing smooth, pale thighs he wanted to mark with red stripes.

  “Slowly. Don’t rush. I want to see every inch of your pretty body unwrapped like a present.” At his words, a deep flush traveled from her chest to her face and he hid a smirk behind his hand. His new wife was shy, it appeared.

  “I’m not wearing any --”

  “I know. I tore that little scrap of nothing off you earlier. How did it feel to go without panties all day?”