“That was delicious. Can I help with the clean-up, Mrs. Stillwater?”
She smiled. “No, Jeff. And, since you’re sleeping with my daughter, I think it’s okay for you to call me Juanita.”
Stormy choked on her coffee. “Mama!”
Jeff’s composure slipped a little bit, but he rallied. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
Juanita’s gaze was unwavering as she looked into his eyes. “Say, ‘okay, Juanita.’“
He grinned. “Okay, Juanita.”
“Good. Now we have that settled.” She gathered up some serving utensils and turned toward the kitchen, throwing a comment over her shoulder as she walked away. “I presume the wedding will be before Christmas.”
Jeff sat very still, as Stormy blushed beside him. “She’s joking, I’m sure,” she said.
He didn’t know what to say. The idea numbed him. Stormy did her best to reassure him that he wasn’t being painted into a corner.
“Honestly, Jeff. She’s joking.”
“I don’t think so. You didn’t see the determination in her eyes as she made the ‘okay, Juanita’ comment.”
Stormy bit her lip and blushed. “I saw. She’ll get over it.” She half-rose from the table. “I’ll go talk to her.”
Jeff reached out and stopped her. “No. Let it drop.” Slowly, he was feeling a little less gut-punched. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.”
“It is.” He smiled at her, though it took an effort. “Let’s argue later.” Leaning toward, he spoke softly near her ear. “We can find something better to do, don’t you think? Let’s go for a drive. I want that gorgeous fanny bathed in moonlight.”
“Oh! Mama!” Alberta, who’d quietly approached the table, turned and raced back out of the room. She might be nineteen, but she didn’t have that irritating “I know everything” attitude and it was refreshing.
“Oops,” Jeff said, chuckling.
There was a twinkle in Stormy’s eyes. “Now you’ve really done it.”
“Guilty as charged. Ride?”
She smiled. “I’ll get my purse and tell Mama that I’m going out.”
It took a few minutes to get out the door, but Stormy visibly relaxed once she was seated in Jeff’s car. “Was that so bad?”
She nodded. “Awful.”
“Next time, I’ll take you all out to dinner. That might make a difference.”
“It won’t. I’ll have to talk to Mama about…everything.”
“Not tonight. Let’s go somewhere and park.”
Stormy giggled. “I haven’t parked with a guy since I was a teenager.” She paused and stuttered. “I mean…I mean…well, that was a long time ago.”
A little jolt of jealousy flashed through his belly but he quashed it. Jeff smiled and patted her hand, hoping to reassure her. Everyone had a past, and it would be mighty hypocritical of him to judge hers.
“Is there a good place to park around here?”
Her cheeks were pink in the moonlight. “There’s a road out in the desert that’s pretty quiet. It’s beyond the lights of Fire Gorge and the reservation. The stars are pretty.”
Jeff started the car and put it in gear. “We’re off. You’re navigating.”
She smiled. It was a sweet smile. A little shy. A delightfully Stormy smile. “Okay.”
It was about a twenty minute drive and they ended at the end of a deserted road that pretty much led to nowhere. It stopped abruptly and the trail beyond was gravel and sand for the most part. Jeff stopped at the edge of the pavement. “How’s this?”
“It’s perfect,” she said softly.
His Jaguar XJ was a trifle small for making out, but there was a crescent moon, a plethora of stars, and a girl named Stormy, so Jeff was a happy man. He opened his door. “Let’s get out in the warm air and moonlight.” Stormy smiled and reached for the door handle. Jeff leaned over and held her hand. “Let me.”
He hurried around to the passenger side and opened her door with a flourish. “Mademoiselle.”
She giggled. “Kind sir.”
Jeff offered his arm in a formal way. “Shall we stroll?”
“Oh yes, let’s.”
The both fell into comfortable laughter as he led Stormy around to the driver’s side of the car where he leaned back against the fender and pulled Stormy into his arms. Half-sitting on the car made their faces of similar heights and it was oh-so-easy to kiss her. Her lips were sweet, her tongue lightly coffee flavored. Jeff wanted to devour her and he ran his hands down her arms and around to cup her behind as he pulled her in between his legs. In moments, he was hard and they were slightly breathless when he pulled away to nibble on her perfumed neck and trail his lips down her throat. Stormy’s head dropped back, exposing more to his questing lips, teeth and tongue. Jeff moved his hands up her spine and undid the zipper of her dress.
“I want you naked here in the moonlight.”
He could feel her shiver, but he didn’t think it was the nighttime temperatures. It was still balmy out here in the desert, though overnight the temperature would drop sharply.
She didn’t speak, only held his gaze with her own while she shimmied out of her dress. Jeff caught it and tossed it in the open car window. Her bra came off next and he had her step out of her panties.
“My shoes?”
“Keep them on.” Her high-heeled strappy sandals were the perfect counterpoint to her glorious nudity. Jeff held her at arm’s length and slid his gaze up and down her body. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes dropped, wonderfully submissive. While he loved it, he was also aware that she was counting on him to care for her while she was so vulnerable. It was a task he took seriously. He pulled her back into his embrace and whispered in her ear. “You are so beautiful. Your nipples are perfectly hard, calling my name.” Kisses down her neck had her shivering again, and when he latched onto one peaked nipple, she gasped. Tiny bites on that tender flesh made her moan softly, as though sounds would be an intrusion on the little bubble of sensuality they’d created out here in the open.
For Jeff, it was incredibly sexy to be fully dressed, out in the moon-bathed desert with his naked girl in his arms. His little desert sprite, so willing and becoming more needy as he tasted her flesh. He wanted to give her pleasure because he knew he’d find pleasure there, too.
As he bit a nipple more firmly, he spanked her round ass. The crack of flesh on flesh was as loud as a gunshot in the quiet of the desert. She gasped and popped up on her toes.
Once more, Jeff swatted her. “Oh!”
“You like that, don’t you, baby,” he said, not bothering to form a question with it. They both knew the answer. The spanking wasn’t too hard; it was enough to keep her interest and heat her butt nicely.
Stormy nodded and gasped again with the next two swats. Unconsciously, she was bending forward a bit, offering those tender globes for more play-punishment. “Has baby been naughty?”
“Oh!”
“Say it, Stormy.”
“Yes, I’ve been naughty.”
“Did you assume I’d lost interest in you?”
She nodded, and moaned softly when he spanked her with half a dozen quick pops.
“You didn’t trust me.”
“I… oh!”
“I should have called. That was my fault and I’m sorry about it, but if you wanted to know what was up, you should have sent me a text or called.”
Her moans were nearly continuous and her bottom got hot to the touch.
“Don’t you agree, Stormy?”
“Y-yes, sir. Oh!”
He stopped spanking and moved her to the fender of the car, bending her at the waist so he could see her behind clearly in the moonlight. She couldn’t be more gorgeous. Her round little butt was blushing and there was glistening moisture between her legs. He spanked her at the cross where her bottom cheeks met the seam of her thighs. It caught part of her pussy and she stiffened and cried out.
Jeff spanked her there more and she squi
rmed beneath his hands. “Your pussy is wet, isn’t it, Stormy? Wet because you like this spanking. Wet because you want to be fucked.”
She nodded vigorously, her eyes tightly closed, mouth open as she panted. Her body tensed with each spank and he gave her many, though he was by no means using his whole strength. This was supposed to be pleasure, not punishment. Pleasure spankings were something he was much more familiar with and they were on stable ground with this play. The spanks at the back of her pussy were sounding slightly moist and Jeff paused to rub her bottom and dip his fingers into her folds. “Spread your legs, babe. Let me in.”
Stormy let out a soft sigh and did as she was told. Two of Jeff’s fingers slid into her, the path slicked by her wet excitement. She was tight, but stretched to accommodate him. He wanted her, wanted to sink into her softness and feel her shuddering and squeezing him. But he wanted her to come first, under his hand, at his command. The politically incorrect thought came and went, but Jeff didn’t fool himself. He enjoyed her submission and wanted it in their relationship.
Soft moans punctuated the motion of his fingers as he pumped them into her. He rubbed her g-spot and she arched, pressing back against his hand. Jeff reached under her and kneaded a soft breast, pinching the nipple firmly. “How much pleasure can you take, Stormy? How close are you?”
She moaned.
“Tell me.”
“Please, Jeff…please. I’m so close to coming.”
“If I stop would you have to pleasure yourself because you couldn’t stand not having it?”
“Yes!”
He pulled out his fingers and spanked her again. “Good girls don’t do that. Aren’t you a good girl, Stormy?”
“Yes!”
He lowered his voice into a playful growl and peppered her behind with more spanks. Her bottom was gray-red in the moonlight and quite hot to the touch. “Tell the truth.”
“Oh, God! No, I’m not a good girl.”
“How often do you make yourself come?”
“Please, Jeff…please.”
More spanks had her on her toes and squirming, as tears glistened on her face. Jeff read them as tears of frustration, not hurt. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you.”
She groaned. “Every few days, sometimes every day.”
“More or less since we started seeing each other?”
“I can’t help it! Oh God that hurts! You’re spanking me so hard.”
Jeff knew it wasn’t hard at all, but it was building up on her. He’d have to stop soon. “More or less, Stormy?”
“More! I can’t help it. You get me so excited and if we’re not together…it just happens.”
Jeff had teased her into a difficult confession, and now she’d earned a reward. She’d turned him on big time, so much so that his dick felt like granite and was pulsing painfully.
“I want to see your face, baby. Turn over on your back and spread your knees.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She was panting and so wet that the insides of her thighs sheened. Jeff unzipped his slacks and undid his belt, allowing his hips to hold up his pants, if only barely. “Good girl,” he praised her, taking his cock in his hand and rolling on a condom. “You want this?”
Wet, tearful eyes as dark as the sky over head implored him. “Yes!”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Please. Now.”
He grinned. “I like that you’re so polite. Okay.” With a sharp push, he entered her to the hilt, where the head of his cock nestle against her cervix like a bumpy tickler. He sighed with pleasure. “That’s good, babe, so good.”
“Take it. Take it.”
Wordlessly, he began to pound into her. Stormy wrapped her legs around his back, Jeff had a mental image of a fully-dressed man fucking a naked woman on the fender of a black car in the moonlight. A thrill of desire and power raced through him and he pressed in her harder. She was so soft and wet, but she held him like a gentle fist, deep in her pussy. It was glorious. Stormy made little pleasure sounds, ahs of satisfaction with each thrust. Her knees were tight around him and the smell of sex and arousal filled the air. The pressure in his balls built, ramping up with each passing second. He remembered her sweet, round red ass and reached up to knead her breasts, plucking at her nipples as she arched beneath his hands.
She was ready. Her eyes were closed and she was mewling with need. He needed to make a deeper connection, feel her release, her submission. “Look at me, baby.” Stormy’s eyes opened, and starlight shone on them like a million sequins on black velvet. “Tell me.”
“I’m going to come. I…uh…oh!” The sound was a drawn out cry as she pressed her hips up to lock with his. Her pussy kneaded him, milking his cock in little waves. It was time to let go.
The orgasm came up from his toes and squeezed his balls. Jeff rammed into her three more times, the force pressing her down on the fender. Sweet release claimed him, undulating through his cock and spurting into her tight cunt. A sense of triumph beat through his body at the pace of his racing heart.
“Jeff…” she whispered.
He half-expected that she’d follow that quiet caress with “I love you,” but she didn’t. In some ways that was disappointing, in others it was good. They weren’t ready for love. They needed to know each other better, and he needed to stop fucking her whenever he saw her. The compelling need to feel her joined with him was nearly impossible to resist, however. So far it had been too much for him to ignore. There was more than a pussy to Stormy Stillwater, and he wanted to get to know the person behind her eyes. She might be someone he could be in love with.
Chapter 7
Stormy was typing fast, and although her eyes were directed at her computer monitor, her mind was drifting to Jeff. She replayed all their sensual encounters, ending with her capitulation on the fender of his Jag. Her face heated as she remembered it, how she must have looked completely naked in the moonlight. Jeff had her at a distinct disadvantage that way, but it had been so arousing to rub her bare skin against his suit. She hardly knew him and yet every time they were together she fell into his arms like she’d never see him again. It was foolish. He was a playboy. He had to be. Jeff must assume that she already knew it was a temporary liaison. It was too much to expect a gorgeous, eligible guy like Jeff to want more than sex from a woman. He could have any woman he wanted. Stormy was likely a passing fancy.
When Cary Holyfield spoke from behind her, she jumped. She hadn’t realized that Mr. Holyfield’s son was visiting the office. He came in once a week for lunch with his father. Inevitably, he stopped by Stormy’s cubicle and came on to her blatantly. He didn’t work there, and she didn’t want to make waves, so she didn’t file for a sexual harassment suit, though she knew she could have made a case for it. Cary had been pursuing Stormy since she’d returned to Nevada. They’d gone to high school together and Stormy remembered his mean pranks quite well.
Although Stormy had grown up on the reservation, the year before she entered high school the reservation high school had closed due to lack of enrollment and all the teenagers had been bussed to Fire Gorge’s high school. They hadn’t been accepted too readily, but that didn’t mean the boys from Fire Gorge didn’t pursue the Native American girls. The girls, all too keen on leaving the reservation, went along with it with the hope that something more permanent would happen after graduation. They were, of course, usually wrong.
Stormy never went for that, however. She was in school to learn things, so she hid behind her glasses and cropped black hair, hardly venturing beyond the library and her schoolbooks. Cary had been disdainful, like all the other Fire Gorge kids, but once she’d gotten back to Nevada and started working for his father, Cary had taken a marked interest in Stormy. She didn’t understand it; she was still the same Stormy inside, shy, bookish, dedicated to making her way in the world like her older brothers had done. She had long hair and contact lenses now, but she was far more focused on her profession than she was on men. Well, except for
Jeff. He was an aberration. He didn’t count.
Cary had other ideas about her and they were none-too-savory in Stormy’s opinion.
“Hey, Pocahontas, how’s the injun business?” He said it like it was a joke shared between close friends, but it always made Stormy bristle. He was, however, her boss’s son, and she couldn’t be rude to him without consequence.
Stormy stopped typing and turned to page through the law book on her desk, keeping her back to Cary. “Things are fine, Cary. How are you?” He touched her hair and she pulled away, turning to face him finally. “Don’t do that, please.”
He sighed dramatically. “I’m fine. When are you going to go out with me, Stormy? You can’t always be busy like you say. What do you do? Go to church?”
“Yes, I go to church, Cary. You might try it yourself.”
“Ha! I don’t have time for all that mumbo-jumbo.” He puffed out his thick chest. “I have a law practice to attend to.”
Stormy wondered why he wasn’t attending to it at that moment. She wished he would. “Right, well, I have to get back to work, Cary. I don’t have a personal injury practice to keep my head above water.”
He gave her a piercing stare, his brown eyes narrowing. “Dad tells me that you’ve been promoted to attorney status. Congratulations. I’d have put you into the practice from day one, if you’d have come to work for me. You wouldn’t have had to clerk for four months here.”
Stormy was well aware of the price tag associated with that job. She could have made more money a lot quicker, but she’d give up her self-respect to do it. It wasn’t something Stormy could consider seriously. “Yes, well, I like it here in Fire Gorge.”
Cary waved a well-manicured hand disdainfully. “Vegas is so much more exciting than this hick town. You’d love it there, Storm. Come out to dinner with me and I’ll show you the town.”
As if she hadn’t been to Las Vegas a zillion times! Living only an hour away from that mecca was too irresistible. She often went shopping there with Tanya, or took in a popular show. But trolling the casinos wasn’t her style and she knew that’s what Cary meant. Besides, it was Cary. Blech. “Thank you, Cary, but no thank you. I’m too busy here.”
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