Moving a Little Heart

by Breanna Hayse

  "Just that they found the idiot in an old mine and had to chisel him out. Apparently, he went right through the boards and nearly froze to death because he didn't bring anything useful with him, including a partner. Yes?" Jake acknowledged Baylor's raised hand.

  "Is it dangerous when they go on these rescue things?"

  "Very much so. They are as much captive to the environment as the victims," Jake answered. "They have the best team on the planet, but that won't protect them from a flash flood or a rock slide. The desert temperatures at this time of year drop to freezing, especially underground. Those mines have been as responsible for as many deaths as the sun in the dead of summer."

  "Doesn't that worry you?"

  "Honey-doll," Jake squeezed her hand, "my heart stops every time I hear the phone ring, in fear that it's 'the call' that tells me I've lost my brother and my oldest friend. It doesn't worry me. It terrifies me."

  Baylor crinkled her brow. Seeing this side of Jake was disturbing—not because he was vulnerable, but because, for the first time, she didn't know what to do. Helplessly, she looked across the table at Terry. He looked sad as well.

  "That's one of the reasons why we're such a close family. It's also why we are so worried about the people we care about. All of us are in jobs that could get us killed, and each of us have lost people we were close to. We don't take for granted that we will have a tomorrow so we make the best out of today," he explained, glancing at the picture of himself and Matt on the bookshelf.

  Baylor rose and planted herself on Jake's lap, clenching her teeth as her bottom protested his hard muscles pressing against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clapped her mouth to his. She kissed him deeply and then ran her hand over his short hair.

  "I promise to kick the ass of anyone, or anything, who hurts one of my boys."

  "You do, do you?" Jake tugged her ear. "And how will you kick the ass of a blizzard in the middle of the Sierras?"

  "Hey, I have skills."

  "I don't think your skills will be much of a match against a wildfire, Sweetheart."

  "Don't piss in my Cheerios." Baylor pouted. "I'm trying to be gallant."

  "Can a girl be gallant?" Jake asked.

  Terry chuckled. "She can in my particular circle of friends. Baylor-love, you need to slide that bottom of yours back to your chair and finish your dinner."

  "But I'm cuddling my daddy," she answered, flopping the side of her head against Jake's chest and offering a smile.

  "Yes, you are adorable, but you need to listen to me. Do you want to be grounded for the rest of the weekend and not be allowed to go out with us?"

  "No," came the mope.

  "Then be a good girl and do as you're told. You will have plenty of time to play with your daddy later."

  Baylor sighed, kissing Jake one last time, and gingerly exchanged his warm lap for the cushioned chair. Spontaneously, she stuck her tongue out at Terry as she allowed her inner child to 'come out and play'.

  "That wasn't very nice," Terry scolded lightly.

  "What did she do?" Jake asked.

  "Nothing important," Terry said, winking at Baylor. "Let's just say that my little angel and I have an understanding now."

  "Did I miss something?"

  "You always do, my friend," Terry said with a grin. "You always do."

  Jake frowned and looked at the two of them with suspicion. "What kind of mischief are you two making?"

  "I don't make mischief."

  "No, but you instigate it. Baylor?"

  "Nothing, Daddy dear. Uncle Terry and I are just playing."

  ***

  "How's your bottom?" Jake asked, tucking her into bed later that evening.

  "Really sore and itchy. Daddy? Can we talk?"

  "Of course. Make some room for me. We need to find you a bigger mattress. This thing is made for munchkins," he commented, regarding her single-sized bed.

  Baylor shrugged. "I didn't know I would be sharing my life with normal-sized people one day. Before I say anything, I have a big favor to ask."

  "Go ahead."

  "It probably goes against your rules, but since you've already seen me and stuff, I was thinking that, maybe, you know…" she trailed off.

  "You're rambling. Just say it."

  "Would you rub some lotion on my butt? I can't sit still."

  "I'm feeling very generous today, so yes. I'll be right back," Jake said.

  "Where are you going?"

  "To get some oil. Stay put."

  Baylor was not expecting the sudden rush of excitement that trembled down her back and anchored itself in her groin. Did this man even suspect she was lusting for him? Hell, she hadn't even suspected it until that moment. Her mouth grew dry, waiting for him to return. Figuring she had a good five minutes, she rushed into the shower.

  A hand clamped over her mouth from behind and she felt a large body press against her back.

  "It's me," Jake whispered in her ear. "You should really start locking the bathroom door if you don't want visitors."

  The steaming hot water spilled over their bodies as he let his hand slip from her mouth and travel slowly down her chest. He bypassed her breasts, grazing between the soft mounds, and rested the flat of his hand upon her taut stomach. He pulled her hair away with his other hand, his lips finding that tiny soft spot at the nape of her neck, just behind the pulse point of her right ear. He kissed it, and then bit lightly, steadying her body with the arm holding her waist.

  "Am I a welcome visitor here?" he asked, biting her again, this time pulling her skin between his teeth and sucking gently.

  "Yesss," she hissed, slapping her left hand against the shower and clutching the knobs with the other.

  The suction increased, bringing delightful pain.

  "How welcome?" he asked, his words slightly muffled as he held her flesh in his teeth.

  "My door is open to you," Baylor purred.

  "Do I need a key?"

  "No."

  He reached across her body to grasp the bar of soap before lathering it in his hands, his arms squeezing the sides of her breasts as he continued to hold her with her back pressed against his body.

  "Ow," she whispered, as her tender bottom made contact against his thighs. He placed the soap between her breasts and slowly began to skim it up and down her torso.

  "You really shouldn't open your door to strangers. It's not safe," Jake murmured into her cheek. He dropped the soap and placed both hands on her waist, slowly inching his palms upward until they clasped the base of her breasts.

  "You're not a stranger and I have never felt safer than I do now," Baylor panted as his hand tilted forward so his slippery thumbs could trace tiny circles over her nipples. "You stopped being a stranger that very first night when you trespassed into my life. Eek!" she shrieked, as he playfully smacked her backside.

  "Trespassed?" he repeated, turning her roughly around to face him. "I'll show you what it means to be trespassed."

  He claimed her mouth with crushing demands, bruising her lips as he held her jaw firmly in the cup of his hand. His thick cock stood rigidly against his belly as his left hand reached behind her back and cupped her swollen bottom. She shivered with the thrust of his pelvis against her groin, her body aching with a need she had never experienced—certainly not for, or with, her ex. Felix had been severely lacking in every area; including skill and physical endowment.

  The sheer width of Jake's shaft both terrified and amazed her. Would he fit inside her without it hurting? Probably not, but that was the type of pain she longed for.

  "What's wrong?" He brushed his mouth against her throat.

  "You're so big. I've never been with anyone except the ex and he was, well, so not you," she panted, kissing him back.

  "Touch me," Jake demanded, pressing her back against the wet wall.

  Their mouths tightened and tongues entwined as Baylor timidly wrapped her fingers around the pulsating girth of his rod and felt the heat within her hand. Jake's ha
nd slid over the twin mounds of her tender, bruised bottom, alternating between gently squeezing the sore flesh of her cheeks and exploring the slick valley between. His other hand cautiously approached her pussy, his fingers parting the wet petals and presenting her clit to the stream of hot water that ran between them.

  A single finger slid into her snug slippery channel and she responded with slow, firm strokes of her hand along the velvet skin of his hard shaft. With her other hand, she dug into his buttocks, urging him even closer.

  Jake broke the kiss and lifted her breast to his lips, drawing Baylor's pebbly nipple deeply into his mouth. The warm water dribbled over his lips as he ran his tongue over the pink peak of her breast and around the rose-colored areola. She gasped at the sensation and fought to stay upright.

  "Does this feel good?" he asked, moving to the other pleading mound and kissing the tip.

  "Yes," Baylor whispered, dragging her fingers through his hair and inviting him to continue, just a little harder. "More."

  Jake chuckled. He pulled away from her hand and kneeled on the shower stall floor. He ran his mouth and tongue over her drenched skin, starting around the tiny indentation of her navel, up to her ribcage, along the curves of her abdomen and across the hipbones.

  Baylor pressed the palms of her hands on the shower walls when his lips found her smooth shaven mound. He drew her outer lips fully into his mouth and bit down deliciously onto the delicate flesh. Parting the soft folds with his tongue, he licked the budding tip of her clit, and received a rewarding moan of pleasure in return. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the towel rail, arching her pelvis forward and widening her thighs. She grabbed the short hair at the back of his head and pressed his mouth against her pussy, begging to experience the dual sensation of his fucking her with his tongue and occasional nips over her swollen lips and clit.

  Jake lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder, forcing her to brace her back firmly against the tiled wall. She strained her pelvis further, stretching her thighs even wider, to allow his mouth to fully service her. She sucked the moist air into her lungs and her breath came in short spurts as the sharp sweetness of the climax began to grow. Twisting her fingers in his hair, she forced his mouth deeper to her body, all the while making tiny movements with her hips.

  "I didn't know it could feel like this," Baylor panted, her eyes closing as she grew closer to relief. "I want to feel you in me."

  "Are you sure?" Jake asked, moving up her body.

  "Yes," she said, wrapping her leg around his thigh and inviting him in. He lifted her off the ground and guided her over the tip of his cock. Carefully, his rod inched itself into her starving sheath—filling her, stretching her, hurting her with delightful agony. Little by little, he embedded himself into her tightness until her clit tickled against the soft fuzz of his groin.

  Tears mixed with the water as she felt her body encompass not just the marvelous length and breadth of his luscious cock, but his entire physical and mental self. With him inside her, she felt complete, desired and loved.

  Prodding her nails along the expanse of his shoulders, Baylor rocked her pelvis along the thickness that held her connected to him, moaning as the hands supporting her bottom gripped the aching flesh. He grew more aggressive, pushing her against the shower wall and pounding his staff deep into her tight body.

  His motion grew more insistent, faster, until he swelled inside her and lurched forward to bathe her with his thick, sweet juice. Baylor threw her head back, the tight chill of orgasmic joy firing from every nerve. Jake grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to his. Their breath was hard and ragged as they each panted into the mouth of the other until the aftershocks had subsided.

  Her fingers stroked the tops of his shoulders and slowly dragged them down over the hair of his hard chest. She pressed her palms on top of his nipples, slowly encircling the small hard nubs and feeling his breathing staggering under her hands. They stood there in silence, the tiny droplets from the shower head dancing over their bodies, enjoying the peaceful bliss of the moment. She felt his cock slide from her, leaving her feeling empty, but satisfied. The shower continued to splash over their heads, washing the evidence of their lovemaking down the drain.

  Wordlessly, Jake reached down and picked up the soap, using it to gently wash between her legs, kissing the tiny bruises on the insides of her thighs left by his fingertips. He turned off the water and reached for a towel.

  "Let me take care of you," he said, patting her dry… with a little extra time spent upon her bottom and between her cheeks. Once satisfied, he quickly dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He carried her to the bed, setting her down with the utmost gentleness.

  "I love you," he whispered, leaning over her body. "What are you thinking?"

  "Just that it feels like I've known you forever."

  "You were made for me." Jake grazed his mouth over her ear and then nipped her lobe. "Terry said you are an angel sent from heaven to mend all of our hearts, and he was right."

  Baylor quivered under his gaze. He was so different than when they had first met. He had softened—was happier, calmer and more at peace. She liked this side of him. It was a side that no one but she could enjoy.

  "You're wincing. Your bottom?"

  "Yes."

  "Your endorphins are wearing off. Turn over. I promised to rub it for you. I did quite a number on this sweet thing, didn't I?" he said, covering the aching flesh with his oiled palms.

  "I deserved it for lying to you. I'm sorry," Baylor said, gritting her teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

  "I think I know what you're going to say. This spanking made you horny as hell. Don't hide your face from me. It's normal, honey."

  "How can something like that be normal? I'm not one of those masochists."

  "Maybe not, but you are a passionate woman whose eyes were opened to an adventure. Even in punishment, there is a sense of excitement that happens when you are helpless and exposed."

  Baylor propped her chin on her arm, curling her toes as his hands worked their way down the backs of her thighs. "Owww…"

  "Don't be a baby!" He smacked her bottom playfully.

  "I thought I was your baby." She twisted to look at him.

  "You are, but not at this minute. Right now, you're my big girl."

  "Right now, I'm a very tired girl. You wore me out today. On several levels," Baylor said, suppressing a yawn.

  "Let's put you to bed. Slide under the covers."

  "Aren't you going to stay with me?"

  "No, honey. Hayden and I have an agreement," Jake said, kissing her nose. "We don't spend the night until after we are both involved in the relationship."

  "Do you guys do this together? You know, ménage?"

  "We never have."

  "Are you opposed?" she asked tentatively.

  Jake stretched out next to her and leaned his head on his elbow to look at her. "We've never discussed it. It hasn't been something either of us has ever considered, and our ex never asked. Is it something you would want to explore?"

  "Maybe. I've never really thought about it until just now. I mean," she brought his knuckles to her lips and kissed them, "I didn't think anyone would ever be interested in me, let alone two men."

  "We are more than interested, darling. If you haven't already guessed, we've made you a part of our lives. Time for sleep, babygirl. Uncle Terry is making breakfast for us in the morning, so make sure you bring your appetite."

  "Yes, sir. Did my question freak you out?" Baylor asked, suddenly embarrassed by her awakened curiosity.

  "Not at all. I can't speak for Hayden, though. He might not be comfortable with it, but that has nothing to do with you."

  "Strange. Of the two of you, I would have guessed you to be the more conservative one."

  "Not when it comes to pleasing my lady. Stop talking and sleep."

  "Or what?" Baylor asked mischievously, cuddling under the blankets.

  "Don't think I won'
t roast your butt again this soon, brat." Jake laughed, kissing her cheek. "I'll see you in the morning, baby girl."

  Chapter Nine

  "Did you have a nice weekend with Daddy and Uncle Terry?" Matt asked the following Monday, the blare of Monday Night Football drowned out only by the shouts and cheers of the other dozen men in the room.

  Baylor snuggled into Hayden's arms on the couch and nodded. "Most of it. They took me into the desert yesterday so I could take pictures. Oh, and I got in trouble," she confessed off-handedly, looking up at Hayden.

  "Bad trouble?" He frowned.

  "Really bad trouble. Jake was mean."

  "He's always mean, but more than usual?"

  "He used a belt on me. I will be avoiding that in the future."

  "I wish you luck," Matt said. "Each of these guys have preferences. Terry's is the spoon, Jake's is the belt, I'm into paddles, and Hayden here—he loves the cane."

  "Well, I'm not worried about you spanking me," Baylor retorted. "And there is no reason for Hayden to do anything, either."

  "Keep sassing back and you'll see how worried you need to be," Matt teased. "So what did you do?"

  Baylor explained, feeling Hayden tighten his hold around her. His complete attention was diverted from the television as he listened to her story.

  "Wow," Matt said, whistling through his teeth, "I can't say you didn't deserve that. What's with the face, H-bomb?" he asked Hayden.

  "Don't call me that. I'm not very happy with what I'm hearing."

  "You are going to be called H-bomb until something else drops that is worse than what you did to us in that tent," Matt taunted, whispering the details in Baylor's ear.

  She wrinkled her nose. "Boys are disgusting creatures. I'm glad I wasn't there. Ew. Are you mad at me?" she asked Hayden.

  "Not angry, just disappointed. I expect more from my little girl than that."

  Baylor caught the cue. He was entering into 'daddy mode'. She lightened her voice as she felt the innocent, childlike trust seep in. "I'm sorry. I'm gonna do better from now on. I promise."

  "I don't like it when you're naughty. Your bottom will always end up paying dearly."