Jake: A Southern Crime Family Novel

by Carla Swafford

  “Ten smacks. Each time you move, I’ll add another. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  A buzz charged through him. He liked hearing her acknowledge his dominance over her. Fuck, she turned him on faster with those two words than any woman had before.

  He inhaled deeply and then his open palm came down with a slap on a cheek followed quickly by another to the other one. The fleshly mounds jiggled. The solid pink shape of his hand rose to the surface. Fuck, it fired his blood. The mark said MINE.

  She squirmed.

  “Be still. Now it will be eleven.”

  He braced her with an arm across the back of her knees while he spanked her using loud, firm strokes. As he continued the rhythm, he noticed his fingers digging into her thigh. He eased up. Though he delighted in marking her, he wanted her concentrating on her sensitive behind, a reminder of her punishment and who did it.

  Not wanting to rush, he paced the slaps. Only the right amount of pressure with each hit guaranteed she experienced the sharp pleasure he craved to give her. The sound added to the experience.

  His cock throbbed.

  She wiggled again.

  “That’s another one. Do not move.”

  Her well-toned body showed how she could conceivably break his hold and move away. That she hadn’t tried, proved to him she wanted it. As he resumed the punishment, her moaning became louder. She lifted her ass to meet his hand. Fuck, yes. She loved receiving them as much as he relished seeing his prints on each cheek. He loved her obedience and how she felt beneath his hands.

  In subtle movements, her hip rubbed against his aching cock. He stopped and her movements ceased. He needed to regain control though he couldn’t resist touching her. The fleshier part of her ass was red and hot to the touch. The heat beneath his palm felt so good. He leaned down and kissed one crimson cheek. She gasped and shivered. Wanting assurance she desired it, too, he slipped a hand between her legs. Yeah. That was what he’d thought. He allowed a satisfied grin to spread over his face when his fingers met wetness. His balls tightened even more, he was seconds from exploding.

  Unable to resist, he rubbed her clit. She cried out and arched her back. Then he thrust two fingers deeply into her. Damn, she was tight. She returned each thrust with her own. When he returned to that hard little knot, she fell apart, crying and gasping for air.

  His hand moved to her ass and lightly stroked her warmed skin, giving her time to recover. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking deep even breaths to regain control of his dick. Then he continued to count the slaps to her butt until he came to the last one.

  “Are you through, sir?” Her words airy as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Yes. Stay still.” He needed to get his dick under control. His length pressed against his zipper to the point it would leave an impression.

  Her body shifted. Suddenly, his pants loosened and her warm fingers wrapped around him.

  “Angel,” he warned.

  Her hand stroked his length.

  He straightened his back, and his head fell back, gritting his teeth to stop the howl of pleasure. In a smooth move, she slipped off his lap. Her hot mouth sank down over the tip, slowly taking every inch until he hit the back of her throat. She felt so damn good. Where had she learned that? Fuck, he didn’t want to know.

  Her tongue swirled the head and glided to the root. He gripped her hair and rammed his cock down her throat. She hummed as if she was tasting the best meal of her life. He groaned low and long.

  Angel savored Jake’s moans, assured she was doing it right.

  She started to back off, but he held her still, his hand twisted in her hair.

  “Uh-huh. Stay there. Breathe through your nose.” His gruff voice betrayed how much it cost him to talk. “Now suck on me as if you want to swallow me whole. Oh, yes. That’s it. I needed that. Suck harder. Rub your tongue around the rim. Yeah, that’s the way.” He rhythmically pounded in and out of her mouth, down her throat. Then his hiss of pleasure followed by a release. He held her head, giving her no recourse but to take everything he offered.

  She gagged but managed to swallow. His control thrilled and aroused her even more.

  All the books and porn movies she’d absorbed over the last few years helped with the pretense of her being experienced. Since her granddaddy rejected her every request to have a normal dating life, she’d found erotica to be a good and safe outlet for her fantasies. She smiled. Being levelheaded enough, she was aware that real life never imitated fiction, but damn, if she hadn’t come close with Jake in her mouth.

  She needed Jake to want her as much as she wanted him. Every time his hand landed on her tender butt, she’d nearly climaxed but something had been missing, something she needed to push her over the edge. When his hand rubbed over her clit, she’d lost it. So much better than anything she’d every done for herself.

  Really, what the hell was a virgin truly to know? That was, a semi-virgin.

  With all the rumors flying around about her after the incident in high school, everyone believed she’d done it with Jake and his brothers along with half of the football team. If she’d been from one of the nice families of Marystown, not a soul would dare say such trash about her.

  Then again, here she knelt between his legs, with his softening cock in her mouth as she licked the head, and loving the hell out of it.

  What would he say if he knew the truth about her? A trained collector who had never been loved by a man, literally and figuratively.

  Mac thought it all a big joke. Who would’ve guessed that little Angel Tally knew at least twenty ways to incapacitate a man? For that matter, she theoretically knew as many ways to bring a man to his knees sexually. She’d been preparing for both nearly half of her life.

  With his thumb and forefinger, he clasped her jaw. “Be careful and open wide,” he warned. “I don’t need those sharp little teeth scraping me.” He pulled out of her mouth.

  She blinked up at him. Their eyes met. She’d dreamed for years about doing that to Jake, to seeing his lost of control as he orgasmed. Little did he know she’d practiced on a dildo until she controlled her gag reflex as much as she could without the real experience. Her body buzzed with need for his body to blanket hers. She craved to rub against him like a cat, and then swallow his cock all over again. As she inhaled, preparing to ask for more, someone knocked on the door.

  Disappointment and unease sliced through her as she cut her eyes over toward the door. He’d locked and chained it. Using a fistful of hair, he pulled her to eye level, regaining her attention. Goosebumps popped along her arms. His firm hold didn’t hurt; in fact, his aggression rekindled her desire for more of what he could offer. Only Jake Whitfield had what it would take to tame her lust.

  “Who were you expecting? Were you meeting someone?” Anger thinned his lips.

  The unexpected accusation was the same as dousing her with reality.

  An answering fury chilled her tone. “No one.”

  Her narrowing eyes shot him a look that said he would need to sleep with one eye open for the next few days. She understood his distrust, but he needed to know she had her limits. He could spank her and be rough during sex. What he did was with her permission, but he needed to give her the benefit of doubt when it came to all else. He’d better tread lightly. She wasn’t a rug for him to scuff his boots on just because she would love to sit at his feet.

  His eyes searched hers. “Okay. I believe you.” He leaned in close and kissed her forehead. “Later, you and I will talk about our little arrangement. I like how you’re not cowed by me, but you’ll know who the master is in this relationship, and it isn’t you, darling.”

  Before she opened her mouth to protest, the person on the other side banged a fist several times on the thin door.

  Ignoring the pounding, he carefully reached out, maybe expecting her to jerk away, and caressed her cheek. Unable to resist, she leaned into his touch. What could she say, she liked his attentio
n.

  “Yo, boss? You’ve got a visitor.” She recognized the voice of the other guard during her time at the Whitfield house. If she remembered correctly, his name was Matt.

  “Who is it?” Jake said to the guard while looking hard into her eyes as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how. He pulled back on her hair until she arched her neck. She didn’t fight him. Instead her breathing sped up with excitement. His hand slid down her neck and over a breast and continued around and down until he squeezed a warm buttock. “You respond beautifully to my touch, so responsive, so needy,” he said softly.

  Her body fired up again as a prickling sensation teased her tender butt-cheeks. She squirmed for more. He’d been relentless but she savored it. Nothing had been too much to handle.

  “Hey, boss, it’s—”

  “Alex Carleton.” A woman’s voice interrupted the guard.

  Angel didn’t recognize the name or the voice, but she felt Jake stiffen and not in the good way.

  “Fuck,” Jake said under his breath as his gaze darted to the ceiling in frustration.

  When he turned his attention back to her, he hesitated for a second and then kissed her. His mouth proved he had much more to show her. Practicing by kissing on a pillow didn’t improve her technique. She loved how his tongue licked and caressed hers.

  It was as if he wanted her to understand she belonged to him, and nothing that happened in the next few minutes would change that.

  She had no idea why, but she felt certain the woman on the other side of the door was partly the reason. For the moment, she’d pick her battles. Besides, she wanted to know what Jake was up to.

  Jake released Angel and stepped back, wiping away the taste of her mouth and his pleasure with the back of his hand.

  “Get your clothes and go into the bathroom to get dressed. When you come back out, keep your lips zipped,” he ordered.

  He grinned in response to her eat-shit look as she scooped up her clothes. He needed to temper his tone. Maybe he was teachable, especially as they were about to be married. But he probably thought he didn’t need to change a thing? She obviously was into what he offered. His grin became wider. Of course, his attitude had nothing to do with how she gave him the best blow job in his life after being punished.

  He chuckled and watched her reddish-pink ass shift back and forth as she stomped to the bathroom, and slammed the door closed. What passion. He’d bet good money, with a little training, he could redirect those little fits to more productive activities. What he’d give to have a little more time with her that evening.

  For the first time in a long while, his body felt relaxed, yet energized. Just thinking about her plump lips wrapped around his dick brought a rush of hot blood back into that region, and he’d learned years ago a hard-on interfered with business. So he shook his head in an effort to clear it and return to the problem at hand.

  “Jake!” From the sound of the screeching, Alex’s patience had come to an end.

  He zipped and snapped his jeans, realigning his dick to one side, away from the zipper. With a chuckle, he looked at his shirt. Somehow Angel had unbuttoned it. Uncaring, he straightened his shoulders and opened the door.

  “Aren’t you full of surprises, Special Agent Alex Carleton?” For the last several months, he’d been corresponding with the special agent in Washington, D.C., via email after an agent from their Birmingham division hooked him up, but he’d never guessed Alex was female. Shame on his assumption.

  “Hello, Jake.” She knocked his shoulder to the side with hers as she walked into the motel room.

  Damn. She almost looked at him eye to eye. Plus she was a looker. Blonde hair pulled back into a clasp at the back of her neck. Nice rack. Navy blue jacket and pants with a white shirt along with plain, black manly shoes finished her look. When his gaze met hers, the coldness in her blue-green eyes chilled him to the bone. This was a woman who hated men. If she didn’t like playing with bat and balls that was her business, he couldn’t care less as the badge made her sexless in his eyes anyway. But he hated being played for a fool, and he had no doubt it had been done purposely. Sure, finding out about her gender shouldn’t make a difference, but it did. If she misled him on something so basic, what else was she holding back?

  Then there was Angel. At first, he was unsure how to tell her about his future plans without her freaking out. The idea came to him while he’d tracked her down. He would continue to use her brother as an angle, no matter her reaction to the news. She wanted her brother to stay on the straight and narrow path, and Jake wanted to get out of the crime aspect of his businesses. Hard to believe a Whitfield wanted to go straight, but he did. With the legal businesses Whitfield Industries owned and the expansions he planned, they could live well on the proceeds and never worry about going to jail.

  So what if Angel found out his secret sooner than he’d planned. He gambled on her wanting the same outcome. Then their families could become upstanding, honest people.

  Only thing, going strictly legal wasn’t as simple as it sounded. Too many people craved the easy money and power, and depended on the dirtier family businesses to make a living. And with the void of the Whitfields moving out of the less legitimate businesses, another predator waited in the wings to take over.

  “What happened to us meeting in a couple hours down the road?” His gaze tracked the special agent’s movement in the room as he casually walked over to the nightstand and pocketed his gun.

  Distrust was a two-way street. As every law enforcement agency that had ever crossed his path relished bringing the Whitfield brothers for every minor traffic violation or suspected crime, he expected the special agent to lie, cheat, and plant evidence whenever possible.

  “You’re not going to comment on me being female?” She darted a look his way as she continued to eye the bedspread pushed to the floor and mussed sheets.

  “I noticed.” He hated playing games, but he knew how to participate when needed.

  She lifted the sheet, bringing it to her nose to sniff.

  What was she? A fucking bloodhound bitch?

  With Angel leaving and stealing his car, he had already changed his appointment with the FBI special agent. No matter how many times he told her they could meet on his return, she refused to wait. So he’d agreed to later in the evening, but there she stood, intruding on his personal business.

  With a shake of her head, she threw it back on the bed and then glanced at the bathroom door as she made her return trek with one finger running across the dresser. He detested how nonchalant she acted and how she took it on herself to change their meeting time and place. They were to meet at one of the large casinos in Shreveport, and he’d never said anything about the motel.

  “Where’s your girlfriend? Hiding in the bathroom?” The special agent leaned a shoulder to the wall near the door and crossed her arms. Her jacket opened, giving Jake a glimpse of the expected holstered gun at her side.

  At that moment, Angel walked into the room. She once again wore her black leather pants and red corset sans the coat that remained over the chair. Damn, her legs went on forever with those boots buckled at her knees, but her breasts drew his gaze to their soft depths. How in the hell had he ever mistaken her for a man?

  With the dark goop around her eyes, white makeup, and black-rimmed red lipstick back in place, he expected fangs to show when she opened her mouth. They were going to talk about the makeup. After seeing her without it, he hated that she’d felt a need to slather it on again. Maybe it was her way of hiding. He didn’t have the time to analyze her particularities.

  “I’m right here.” The corner of Angel’s mouth turned up in a sneer. She looked as if she wanted to jump the woman and beat the shit out of her.

  “Special Agent Alex Carleton.” The woman held out her hand.

  “I know what you are,” Angel said with no emotion, refusing the hand without offering her name.

  Jake almost laughed at the expression on the agent’s face. H
ad she expected the sisterhood to unite against him? Even without asking, he knew Angel also suspected any overtures from law enforcement. She’d been brought up in the same criminal world.

  That was when it hit him why he found her so fascinating―besides the sexual quirk they shared―and he was so willing to go along with the will. He’d never met a woman who fully understood the world he lived in and why he hated it. For certain, she hated it as much as he did. If he hadn’t remembered her earlier comments about what she wanted for her brother, his gut instinct told him that. And he always trusted his gut. Despite going legal, her distrust of the government went as deep as his.

  “Well, then.” The special agent’s hand dropped to her side as she turned to Jake. “You said during this face-to-face meeting you’d start providing contact information on those who brought you the untaxed liquor and work your way down the list.”

  Jake caught Angel’s uplifted eyebrow as she looked his way. He risked a lot by letting her hear the conversation. What if he was wrong, and she’d been testing him with her comments about her brother and how she felt about the criminal life? Killing him would be easy, all she would have to do is tell the wrong person about his meeting and what he planned.

  “I will. But you’ve already proven you cannot be trusted, and maybe I need a show of faith.” He spoke in a deadly serious voice. The woman needed to learn she couldn’t take his cooperation for granted.