“You’re sure?”
I know he’s on board, I can tell from his body language that my excitement is rubbing off on him, but he’s still checking in with me that this is what I want. That it’ll be ok.
This guy.
“Completely. Jake, this is my forte. Trust me?”
“Yes.” The zero hesitation in his answer makes my already racing pulse speed up further. “What happens now?”
“You fly to DC and get your livestock control amendment on the floor. I have a call to make.” I say, stepping forward and with my palm on his cheek pull his face towards mine so I can have his lips.
It’s not enough, but for now, it will need to be. Jake seems to agree, but his hand moving to my ass and squeezing tightly before letting go sure makes it tough to keep it PG.
“Who are you going to call?” he smiles, and as I open my mouth to speak he continues, “and don’t you dare say Ghostbusters, smartass.”
I laugh. My guy knows me.
“No, not them…but someone just as badass,” I say as I reach over and snag my phone from my desk. Only looking away from Jake to find the contact I need, I immediately give my eyes back to him as the line rings in my ear.
“Sean? It’s Cassie Argent.”
Jake’s face splits into a grin the moment he realizes that I’ve called PoloTix. I mean, who better to have on our side here than the king of the political social media landscape. “I’ve got a hot story that hasn’t broken yet. I figured you might want it. Interested?”
The moment Sean answers, I give Jake the thumbs up, and he mouths ‘call me’ while tapping his watch indicating he needs to leave. Fuck that I think, and tell Sean to hold a minute. I’m stealing one last kiss.
This time, it’s me that grabs Jake’s ass.
* * *
The office is always a hive of activity, and today has been no different, but I can’t deny the fact that I have a different kind of energy running through me. If I had a dollar for every time someone had asked me why I was beaming or something similar, I’d have collected enough money to buy a flight to Washington.
Sawyer was happy overall with the job I had done for Jake and I would forever be in her debt for getting the assault charge and arrest sorted much quicker than normal. Devon too I suppose, but him being a lawyer was still a shock. When I’d told Sawyer that I would repay her what I owed, she smiled and told me that the only way I need pay her back was to continue to work my ass off for ESM and not run away to Montana and have babies. I think the fact that I turned green at the mere mention of it gave Sawyer any reassurance she was looking for, and that children were so not in my immediate plan.
Looking back on that conversation now though, I think she was fucking with me, because since then when I imagine mini-Jake babies…I get ovary clenches. Told you that woman was smart.
PoloTix took the story of Jake’s arrest and blew it up like the boss I knew he was. I had seen that the guy had skills, but the way he wrote snippets, created memes and posted on the hour was inspired. I also don’t mind admitting he needed very little guidance from me.
We’d made sure that the Bounty County Police Department had only received positive press, but to make up for the unplanned attention they had dealt with today, I’d sent a massive muffin basket. Fat-free, protein loaded muffins of course, because those cops...damn.
On a personal level, I’d chosen to not control any of the stuff that came out about my life, my arrest or me. Any personal press wasn’t my focus, Jake’s press was. I don’t know if it was because without my reaction there was nothing to fan the flames of that fire, and with money in her pocket Brooke’s lips were certainly closed, but the spin-off stories that surfaced about me had died by lunchtime.
Jake’s mug shot was everywhere, interpreted in just the way I had predicted it would be. I’d even seen it overlaid onto a t-shirt people could order, various pop culture-esque statements attached. I may or may not have ordered one.
The kicker of all of it was that the hash tags Sean and I had created, agreeing they’d be used in every post, were trending as high now as when the story first broke, and showed no sign of slowing down. Not just social media, but chat shows and radio had all picked up the story and you couldn’t really go anywhere without seeing, #CongressmanChivalrous #ConvictCongressman and #JakesActOfCongress.
I think it’s safe to say the Congressman Drab title is dead, but it’s what Jake does later that buries it once and for all...
Epilogue
Cassie
Eight Weeks Later
In the back of the car as we head back to Jake’s, I snuggle a little closer and put my head on his shoulder. Tonight I’d attended my first formal dinner as Jake’s date. It was massive event for him and there was no way I even considered not attending with him. I know it meant a lot to him that I was there, proud to be on his arm, but proud because he was Jake Reid, not because he was a congressman.
As far as political dinners go, it wasn’t so bad, and I was able to stay on the fringes, talking mostly to a couple of the other congressman’s dates and partners. I made it clear to Jake that I understood it was a work dinner for him, and he needed to feel free to work the room and not worry about babysitting me.
This long distance thing we have going on is working well for us. I think it’s because we are keeping our expectations of each other realistic and the times when we are together we don’t waste with ‘I wish’ conversations. Both of us travel with our career, so there have been more opportunities than I had initially thought there might have been to see one another, without one of us having to fly from one side of the country to the other. A particularly filthy weekend in Chicago comes to mind. We never did get to use the corporate box tickets my client at the time had given me to see the Cubs play at Wrigley Field.
When I feel his lips touch my forehead as we pull up in front of his place, I smile but don’t speak. Jake is sweet, he’s thoughtful and romantic. He’s also filthy, animalistic and possessive. The best of both worlds. It’s also why I can’t wait to get inside his brownstone so I can show him my surprise.
Unlocking the door, Jake pushes it open and lets me walk in ahead of him. I hear him locking up behind me, then the sound of his keys landing in the bowl that sits on his entry table. An entry table his grandfather had made and I’d helped him finish. I stop from moving any further ahead of him, and look back at him over one shoulder.
“Jake?” I ask needing his eyes on me, my skin already flushing with the anticipation of what his reaction will be. My thoughts alone during the cab ride here have me wet and swollen, my arousal slick on the insides of my thighs.
“Yeah, beautiful?” he says huskily, and I know that there was either something in the way I said his name, or in the way my body is currently curved as I look at him from under my lashes, but he is well aware something carnal is about to happen.
His body is taut, he’s holding his frame in a way that makes him look like he’s preparing to pounce, and his tongue is peeking out as it runs over his bottom lip. My clit pulses as I imagine all the places that tongue is going to explore. Running both of my hands along my torso from my hips and up to the sleeveless shoulders of my beaded, dark navy sheath dress, I place my fingers under the straps and slowly pull them down my arms and body. Jake hasn’t moved, hasn’t spoken, and as more of my skin is revealed, I lose his eyes from mine as they follow the path of my sinking gown.
Stopping just on the top of the flare of my hips, I ask, “Now that your fancy dinner is over congressman, would you like to see the surprise I have for you?”
“Yes.” His answer is quick, and his voice is so low and husky, it makes my already hard nipples tighten painfully.
His eyes don’t leave where my hands have stopped on my hips as I slowly start to push my dress from my body. Letting it dip just below my ass, I begin exposing the glinting jewel on the end of the plug I’ve been wearing for hours now.
“Jesus, yes.” Jake forces the words throug
h his clenched jaw.
Smiling at his reaction, I let my dress completely fall from my hands and pool on the polished floor at my feet.
“I believe this is yours?” I ask, nodding down to my ass before carefully stepping out of my dress. Leaving my heels on my feet, I walk towards Jake’s bedroom making sure my hips sway, knowing that the glittering stone covering my asshole will act like a beacon.
And I can’t wait.
Epilogue
Jake
One Year Later
I’m in a town car on my way from the airport, and I check my messages as I sit in the silence of the backseat. There’s emails from the builder and some other regarding the house on my parent’s property being built. But Cassie’s messages are the ones I immediately go to.
CA: Wake me when you get in.
It was sent over an hour ago, while I was still in the air on my flight from D.C. to Montana. The knowledge that Cassie is waiting for me, and I’ll get to touch her and kiss her in only minutes now, fucking excites me. She’s just arrived from L.A. earlier this evening and we’re staying in the cabin on the ranch. We’ve both had an opening in our schedules and need to check the progress of the house being built for us on the hilltop I took Cassie too over a year ago.
After our first fight, after the hassle of our arrests, there’ve been a few times Cassie & I have been there now. It felt grounding for us, centering and in a way, free from drama and everyone. I wouldn’t have cared if she’d hit Brooke, I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had, but Cass assured me she didn’t, and I believed her. Further to head-off the impending drama with Ella, who was threatening that if I didn’t break up with Cassie she would begin a smear campaign against me, I’d had an idea of my own. Honestly, I hadn’t given a shit about any of it at that point. I’d only wanted Cassie and I would’ve done anything to be with her, even it had meant having my name dragged through the mud. But really, Ella threatening me had pissed me off. Call it new found confidence since Cassie had come into my life or just a relighting of my passion for standing up for what was right, but I wasn’t going to let someone ruin me because their feelings were hurt on a personal level.
I’d written something out, but had wanted what I’d say to come from a place that had always driven me, what’s right. I’d released a video on YouTube and my social media sites, just me in jeans and my Foo Fighters shirt, and a baseball hat, videoing myself, as I’d let the public know what was happening. I didn’t get into detail of what had happened between Brooke and Cassie, because I hadn’t been there. I’d wanted to focus on how easy it was, between social media and people craving drama, that something so small as an argument could be turned into serious allegations of assault and that as a society we needed to stop and think before we assume. I’d also hit on how women should be empowering each other and not trying to bring one another down, that we should all work together to make this place a better one while we’re here.
I don’t want to say I’d broken the Internet, but my speech had gone viral and was everywhere. My words had triggered debate and commentary, most of it positive. It’d also somehow labeled me as a feminist and brought a new constituency. Cassie ran with it and made a point to always remind me of my new image, even getting us matching phone cases that said THE FUTURE IS FEMALE. Both Cassie and I had basically shut down Ella before she’d even gotten to try and extort me, however I had seen her on one news show that has always been particularly against me. I’d watched the cringe worthy interview, where she’d not only said my behavior with Cassie had been inappropriate, she’d also tried to imply I’d sexual harassed her and other female employees, to which no one else had come forward to support. I hadn’t been worried, because instantly, my newly gained fan base had fired back in my defense.
Cassie had helped me reassemble my team, which had pretty much meant promoting everyone and taking on a few interns as full-time employees. Yes, at the time it had been Cassie’s job to help, but I’d known at that point, that my career and success was much more personal to her than when we’d originally started. I’d known she was close to all her clients and I wasn’t the only one she went above and beyond for, but after all the drama, I’d really known she was the one.
After the first time she’d come with me to Montana, met my family, shared her history with me, I’d known then that I’d wanted to spend my life with her. But I’d also been unsure of how we would work. Not that our chemistry had wavered or that the want wasn’t there, but I hadn’t been sure how long distance would be. Me in D.C. and her in L.A., both busy with careers, both with little time for a social life. But thanks to technology, texting and Skyping had become a constant. We’d even Skyped while both at our desks at work, working and doing our own things but having the connection of being together in the sense of seeing one another on the computer.
We’d also racked up frequent flyer miles, spending long weekends together whenever we could, sometimes meeting each other half way in some place like Kansas, Missouri or Kentucky. Renting a hotel room, eating the local foods and making love. It had all been amazing, and I’d known it was only a matter of time before I’d make the woman my wife.
We’re in Montana, on our hilltop where I’d set up a picnic and Cassie’s filling me in on a client she’d just flown to Spain to work with. He’d remained in his bedroom, talking to her via cellphone as she’d sat in the next room. He’s some sort of billionaire mogul who’s a germaphobe. As I set out the bison burgers and poured the beers, Cassie continued. Pulling out the long tube containing drawings, I slide it over toward her.
“What’s this?” she asks, stopping her story.
“You can finish what you were saying––”
“Oh please,” she rolls her eyes. “What is it?”
“Open it and look,” I tell her, nodding down at it.
With her eyes wide, she reaches down and tilts the top up toward her, removing the lid and reaching in to pull out the rolled-up paper inside. Unrolling the blueprint paper, I see the moment she takes in what I’ve written. MARRY ME.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, looking at me and seeing me on one knee. The gold-banded diamond ring I inherited from my grandma when she passed away, pinched between my thumb and index fingers.
“Cassie––”
“Yes!” She squeals before I can even begin the speech I’ve rehearsed for months now. Her body pushes me onto my back as we fall to the ground, her lips peppering me in kisses as I wrap my arms around her and we both laugh.
“I want us to build our house together, there,” and I point down to the bottom of the hill.
That was three months ago, and we’re here this weekend to finalize the architect’s blueprints for the house we’ve designed. The process has gone pretty smoothly, where Cassie and I have agreed to a lot of the same things, while compromising on a lot of others. We both have separate offices, where Cassie plans to spend most of her time as opposed to L.A., once the house is finished. In my man-head, this means that hopefully we can start trying for kids in the near future and Cassie won’t be stressed about work. While I stay in D.C. while in session, I plan to go to Montana a lot more once the house is built. I know part of me avoided coming home a lot more when I knew Brooke was there, and I didn’t want to run the risk of seeing her. I know. But I hadn’t realized I’d lost touch with the people who’d put me in congress to represent them in the first place, and I vow, never again. Montana is what I love, and I will do everything I can do for them.
I haven’t physically seen Cassie in two weeks, and at this point, Skyping and phone calls aren’t cutting it. So, when the car pulls up to my parent’s property, I forgo visiting them, since it’s also after midnight and I just need my girl. I break all sorts of speed records on the A.T.V. getting to the cabin. The porch light is on, and smoke is coming out of the chimney, a welcoming sight for my road weary eyes and body. Opening the thick wood door, I halt when I see her in front of the fire. Cassie’s sleeping on a lounger, pivoted on her side, one arm t
ucked under head as she sleeps, the light from the fire dancing across her skin and body, and there is a lot of skin. She’s in a lacey bra and panties, the color I can’t really make out in the dim light, but fuck, who cares about the color. Dropping my bags by the door, I walk over to her, my heart racing with excitement at the buffet laid out before me, not an ounce of me feeling guilty that I’m about to wake her ass up.
Falling to my knees, I look at her face, her full lips parted ever so slightly as she sleeps, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. The lace of the top is completely see-thru and her perfect little nipples are on display, making my cock twitch as I lean in and press a delicate kiss on each. My hand reaches out to move down her toned stomach to the top of the lace bottoms, over them and between her legs, sliding down to her knees and pushing her leg up as my mouth kisses the nub of her clit. I inhale her scent, using my other hand to move the lace covering what I want the most aside and pining it down with my ring finger. My middle finger and thumb open her lips, the shine of wetness glimmering in the firelight and my index fingers nudges her clit as I open her further and lap my tongue along her. Cassie gasps and shifts further onto her back, her legs falling open as I look at her. Eyes still closed as she bites her lower lip and one hand moves into my hair, causing me to smile against her before going to town. She doesn’t speak, until I have her arching her back and grinding against my fingers stroking her inner walls.
“I’m gonna…shit, Jake. I wanna come, but I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpers.
I growl and move my fingers faster, my thumb on her clit harder as I coax her body to let go, despite her protests. The glimmer of her engagement ring catches my eye as she cups her tits and pinches her nipples as she comes. As she does, I sneak my pinky finger into her ass and she sits up, grinding against me as the orgasm rocks her. Both her hands cup my head as she rides it out on my face, before pushing me away as she slinks down and onto my lap. Her lips licking my mouth as her hands make quick work at my jeans while I cup her tits, softly grazing her nipples with my thumbs. I groan as she takes me in her hand and begins to jerk me off.
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