“Mmm… hmmm,” I murmured.
Nibbling the lobe of my ear, he whispered, “Besides, I know just what I want to do to you and the shower will be the perfect place for it.”
His promise gave me shivers.
He stood, offering me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. Cradling an arm beneath my thighs and another around my back, he lifted me in the same position he had carried me over our threshold when we had returned from Mexico. My arms wrapped around his neck and he leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.
I laughed as he carried me through the back door he had left open when he had gone to get his phone. Kicking it shut with his heel, Jake carried me all the way to our bathroom.
Placing me back down, my feet on the fuzzy bath mat, Jake gave my bare bottom a playful smack that echoed against the tiled walls. Then he went to the shower and got the water going.
Testing the temperature with his hand, he said, “Perfect.” Holding the shower curtain back for me, he said, “Ladies, first.”
I stepped over the tub and underneath the hot stream of water. Colors began to run down my body, swirling at me feet and running down the drain. Jake stepped into the shower behind me and pulled the curtain tightly closed.
Grabbing the body wash, he squeezed a generous amount of the cream liquid into his open palm. The scent of lavender filled the shower as he rubbed his hands together. With hot water running down my back my eyes closed as he began to massage the foaming mixture over my shoulders. His big hands massaged my breasts, a moan escaping my lips at his touch. He trailed down my stomach, rubbing the soap into my tingling flesh. Rinsing his hands, he slipped one hand behind me, then one down between my legs. I gave a gasp as his hot wet fingers dipped within me, collecting my moisture and bringing it to my clit. Rubbing hard, his fingers teased my pussy, his other hand squeezing my bottom. In and out his fingers dipped as he pressed his thumb against my pert nub.
Removing his hand, I gave a sign of discontentment. Thankfully, he wasn’t finished with me yet. He grabbed both my wrists, pulling my arms above my head. Locking my wrists together with one of his hands, the other found my breast, squeezing and massaging. His mouth was on mine and his hard kisses were bruising my lips. My knees were weak, my core a pulsing puddle of lava as he tightened his hold on my wrists, rendering me totally and completely out of control of my own body.
His fingertips encased my nipple and he pinched the peaked flesh hard as his teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. I gasped, my hips gyrating in the air with pleasure and frustration.
“Please,” I whispered.
He gave a dark laugh as his mouth left mine. His eyes roved over me, taking in my panting desperation. With one hand on my hip, the other still holding my wrists, he turned me away from him, pressing my chest against the cool ceramic wall of the shower. I inhaled sharply as my tight, peaked nipples pressed into the cold ceramic.
My cheek, stomach and breasts pushed up against the shower wall. He released my wrists and my arms lowered, my hands leaning into the wall as his broad chest lay up against my back. His growing erection pressed into the cleft of my bottom as he kissed the back of my neck. His teeth dug into the tender flesh where my neck met my shoulder. Moaning and groaning and squirming, I tried to turn to face him.
“I haven’t done your back yet,” he said, pushing me back against the wall. “Stay put.” He turned the shower head to the side, so the water was no longer cascading directly over me.
The scent of lavender filled the shower again. Then his slippery hands were on me, massaging my shoulders, my back, my buttocks. Leaning my forehead against the cool wall, my hands pressed in on either side of my face, I focused on the tingles his massaging hands were sending over my body.
Leaving my back and shoulders completely, both his hands were now grabbing my ass cheeks, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh at the bottom of my curves.
Holding my left cheek in his left hand, his other hand snaked around my waist, the slippery index finger of his right hand found its way into my pussy. I moaned, pressing myself further into the wall, willing that finger to find my clit once more and rub me into ecstasy. Instead, I gasped in shock as his other hand did its own exploring.
Turning over my shoulder, I whispered, “No.” I did so love to protest when his fingers strayed to my bottom.
His hand instantly left that taboo place, coming down with a sharp slap on the wet skin of my bottom. I startled at the sting, gasping for breath as another hard swat landed in the same spot.
My head pulled back as Jake tugged on my ponytail, pulling my hair and head back towards him. “Don’t tell me, ‘no’, Buttercup,” Jake growled. Giving my hair a final tug, he released it, his hand resting on the stinging skin he had just punished.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my pussy quivering at his dominance.
“Good girl.” His fingers wandered back to my bottom. I held my breath, clenching my teeth together as they slipped into my cleft. My buttocks clenched and for that I received another sharp stinging slap, wet hand against wet skin. On my tiptoes from the pain, I relaxed my bottom squeezing my eyes shut tight.
The tip of his index finger slowly pressed past my taboo rosebud. It was quivering at his entrance.
It was a strange sensation to have Jake once again enter that off-limits place of my body. Not comfortable, yet not painful. As he pumped his finger in and out, I let out a whimper of submission and desire.
Him taking ownership of my body made my pussy weep and tighten.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please stop?” he asked.
My face burned knowing my answer should be ‘no’ but wasn’t.
“Or please satisfy you? It turns you on when I play with your bottom, doesn’t it, wifey?”
“Yes, sir,” I shamefully admitted.
“You like it when I own you, don’t you, little lady?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what do you want, right now? You want my cock in your tight little ass, don’t you? Your hands pressed against the wall, your face against the wall, the muscles of your calves burning as you stand on tiptoe, my huge cock up inside you.”
Holy shit. I gasped. I was finally going to get the ass fucking I had been dreaming about since he mentioned it on our wedding night.
“Tell me you want it, Buttercup.” He added another finger, stretching and pumping in my bottom.
I gasped at the pressure, the pleasure. “I want you… inside of me.”
“Inside your bottom? That’s why I’ve taken all this time, fingering you, plugging you when you’re naughty. All to get your sweet little ass ready to take my cock. You want me to put my dick in you and slap your ass while I fuck you, don’t you, Buttercup? I know what you like, my dirty little girl.”
Jake had never talked so rough to me. And I had never, ever been so turned on or desperate with desire.
“Yes… to all of that, please.” My pussy clenched as his fingers left my bottom.
“Spread your legs, bend over and press your hands against the wall.”
I was so scared. His cock was just... huge. But I trusted Jake with my body and I wanted this. And all along he had been preparing me for this moment. Grabbing my ponytail hard, he gave it a tug as he moved my hips into the position he desired. Jake adjusted the shower head, so the water rained down on my lower back. The water ran down my back and bottom, warm water gushing down the crack of my ass and pussy.
I peeked over my shoulder at Jake. He was retrieving a small tube from the corner of the shower—lube—how long had that been stashed there, unnoticed? Jake had been planning this.
His hand came down, slapping my ass. I moaned as the tip of his lubed, rock-hard cock teased my asshole.
“Say, ‘Please fuck me in the ass, sir.’”
“Please, Jake... please fuck me in the ass, sir.”
Slowly he pressed the head of his cock past the tight circle of muscle and into my ass. I gasped as my body stretc
hed to make room for him. He took his time, moving slowly until he had most of his cock up my ass. My pussy was weepy and clenching as the muscles of my rectum quivered and restricted around his shaft.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” I had never felt anything so pleasurable in all my life. Then Jake’s hand reached around my waist. As he fucked my ass, his fingers rubbed at my swollen, desperate clit. My calves were burning as I raised further up on tiptoe. His long fingers buried into my pussy, his cock filling my ass.
Everything was clenching, pulsing, there were white stars behind the lids of my eyes as I pressed my face further into the wall, my hands grabbing at the edges of the tub as Jake bent me over further. The climax was not only building in the walls of my vagina as his fingers worked me, but also in my swollen clit that his palm was rubbing.
And my ass. I didn’t know sex could be this way. Just as the sheath of my pussy was constricting under his expert touch, the walls of my rectum were clenching as well, almost as if an orgasm was building in my bottom too. He gave two more thrusts, his palm pressing hard into my clit and it felt like my whole world exploded.
I came before him, the muscles of my pussy and ass spasming. I couldn’t take anymore, but he wasn’t done. I tried to push his hand away from my pussy, but he refused. His cock still going in and out of me, his fingers plunged within me, fingertips tickling my G-spot. “Holy mother of God!” I screamed as I orgasmed again, deep within my core, my pussy and ass filled to capacity. Jake came with a groan. I lay my face against the cool tiles, catching my breath, marveling that my husband had fulfilled yet another one of my unspoken fantasies.
All day Monday, I walked around on cloud nine, a heady afterglow from Jake and my Sunday of painting and fucking. He was down on Cooper’s ranch all day, so I had gone to visit Carrie at the Lone Star Cattle Company.
I almost wished I hadn’t when I couldn’t get that silly grin off my face, reminiscing about the things Jake had done to my body. Carrie was on to me immediately, declaring, “What’s got you grinning as wide as the Texas sky? Gotta be that big hunk a man, Jake Hargett. What’s he been doing to you, girly?”
Carrie was... invasive. Filter less. She had no qualms about sharing every detail of her personal life and couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t want to do the same. But I loved her.
She taught me how to make an apple pie. I had asked for the recipe, secretly planning to bake one for Jake if I could get the hang of it. Refusing to just text me the directions, she had demanded that I ‘come on over’, so she could show me how it was done.
Layering the strips of pie dough into a pretty lattice, and crimping the edges neatly, I was glad I had come. There was no way the pie would have looked this good if I had attempted my first one alone. Carrie chatted on, filling the kitchen with her friendly giggles. She filled me in on the fact she had left her teaching career to help out on the ranch full time, now that her brother in law’s outreach horseback riding program was getting so popular. Told me how Rose was doing in school. Shared her latest escapade that had led to Wes taking her over his knee, ‘for one of those real ouchie spankings’. She wanted me to dish on newlywed bliss, but I blushed, pleading the fifth.
Giving her a hug, I left, wanting to get home in time to throw a load of laundry in and make fried chicken and mashed potatoes to go with the pie, for Jake.
Jake’s eyes widened, his hand going to his flat stomach, when he saw the dinner table spread. “My, my, my, you do take care of me, Buttergirl,” he said with a wide smile. He had eaten every bite of his supper, put down two slices of the pie with vanilla ice cream, and washed it all down with a tall glass of milk. Then he had carried me off to bed, for ‘his second dessert’.
Monday led into Tuesday. Jake insisted on taking me out to The Grill for breakfast—a thank you for the dinner I had cooked him the night before. We had French toast, eggs and bacon, juice and coffee. I was busting at the seams when he dropped me off at the Poke Rescue. Giving me a kiss, he told me he couldn’t wait to see me when I got off and would be waiting for me in the parking lot.
The day was a whirlwind. There was a heart attack, potential poisoning, and a car wreck that day. Thankfully, we did our jobs well and everyone lived to see another day. When my shift was almost over, Tex asked me to help him wash the van. It was a warm sunny day and things were slowing down, so Tex and I had grabbed a bottle of soap and a couple of buckets and sponges. Pulling the blue and green striped van out from its bay onto the concrete drive, Tex flashed me a smile as he hopped down from the driver’s side. “Beautiful day for a carwash.”
We had just finished doing the first rinse and were scrubbing the hood of the van with our sponges when I saw the blue sedan. Instead of doing the usual cruise by, it pulled into the parking lot. My stomach dropped. I could no longer pretend not to notice. It was Ryder and he was pulling into the parking lot.
My heart caught in my throat. What should I do? Call Jake? My buttocks clenched. If I told him, I would have to come all the way clean—the ‘bump into’ at the Five and Dime, the other drive-bys I had witnessed. I took a deep breath. I would call. Just as soon as I saw what Ryder wanted.
“Hey, Butterpat—you missed a spot.” I felt water hit my shirt and looked up at Tex’s playful face.
When our eyes met, the smile dropped from his face. “Butterpat, what’s wrong? You look like you saw a ghost.”
I glanced at my reflection in the side view window. Dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, a few stray suds hiding there, my green eyes were opened wide, a look of worry there. My already pale skin— alabaster.
“Nothing… I just…” my eyes cut to the sedan. The man remained in the car. It was close enough I could confirm my suspicions. His head almost touching the roof of the car, broad shoulders filling out a black sweater. Blond hair, a piece artfully hanging over ice blue eyes. It was Ryder.
Tex looked over his shoulder to where I was looking. Narrowing his eyes, leaning in to get a closer look, he said, “You know that guy? He kind of looks like one of those vampires. You know—from that Twilight movie all you girls were obsessed with a few years ago.”
“Not all of us were obsessed with that movie,” I mumbled, ignoring Ryder and continuing my work. I had gotten far too many jokes about my pale skin and comments about my resemblance to ‘Bella’ when the popular series had first exploded.
Not ready to drop the conversation, Tex kept staring at Ryder though the dash. “He looks like the doctor one—what was his name?” Tex’s hand froze, deep in thought for a moment. His eyes shot up to meet mine. He held his hand in the air, his fingers giving a snap. “Carlisle Cullen! That was his name.”
“Are you sure you weren’t the one with a Twilight obsession?” I teased, sneaking a peek at Ryder out of the corner of my eyes. He did resemble the actor that had played Dr. Cullen.
Getting back to our work, we wiped the van down, both glancing at the blue sedan every so often. I hoped Ryder would just drive away and I could get on with my day, not needing to call Jake and possibly start drama I wasn’t ready to face. The very idea of having to tell Jake that Ryder was skulking around my work formed a ball of ice in my stomach. Jake would not let this go.
After a moment, Tex reached down, wetting his sponge in the bucket. His eyes locked on mine, soft with concern. “Well, who is he? Why is he just sitting there like that? He looks nervous or something.”
“An old friend,” I managed to choke out, my throat feeling tight.
Tex’s brow knitted in confusion. “I don’t turn the color of snow when I see my old friends, Butterpat. I swear, your face is even whiter than it usually is. What is really going on?”
“I just… he’s not someone that Jake is particularly fond of. And I’m not sure what he’s doing here.”
Tex let out a low whistle, looking down at the hood of the van as he continued wiping it with his soapy sponge. “Well, if Jake isn’t fond of him, your little vampire friend might want to mosey on home to his crypt. I wouldn’
t want to be the one caught sniffing around you when Jake gets wind of it.”
We both turned our attention back to the blue car as the door opened. Wiping my hands off on a drying towel, I stepped around the van, mumbling to Tex, “Excuse me just a sec.”
“Want me to come with?”
Looking over my shoulder, I gave a reassuring smile to my friend. Tex leaned back on the one dry spot of the van, crossing his arms over his chest a concerned look on his face. “I’ll be fine. You just come rushing in if you see him biting my neck. Okay? You’ll know what to do from watching all the movies, right Tex?”
“Yeah, I’ll just transform into a wolf.” Giving a laugh, Tex waved me away with his hand, turning back to his work while keeping a protective eye on me.
Seeing me approach, Ryder stepped out of the car, unfolding his long limbs from the small vehicle. Closing the door carefully behind him, he nervously brushed imaginary lint from his fitted, black V-neck sweater. Putting his hands casually in the pockets of his dark washed jeans, he stood to his full height. I took a few more steps towards him, then stopped. His gaze was not on me. It was searching over my shoulder, past Tex and the van, as if he was looking for something.
“Hey, Buttercup,” he said, his voice distracted. His eyes still roved over me, not yet truly acknowledging my presence.
“Hey, Ryder. What are you doing here?” I tried to soften my tone as not to offend him. My arms crossed over my chest, my teeth biting nervously at my bottom lip.
Finally, his ice blue eyes met mine. There was a friendly, familiar gaze there.
“Hey, Buttercup,” he said again.
“You already said that,” I replied, my brow knitting curiously. Ryder was acting strange. Usually cool and self-assured, he seemed almost—scared. What on Earth was he at my work for? And what would Jake say when he found out?
Running a hand through his sandy blond locks, he cleared his throat his eyes avoiding mine. Another sign of nerves. What could he possibly want from me that would make him this nervous? My heart beat hard in my chest.
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