Ridge Creek

by C L Green

  Jake’s eyebrow piercing twitches and I watch as his grin fades to a small smirk. “You want me to fuck you now?” He asks dangerously, his eyes pinned on mine.

  “Yes please,” I feel the words tumbling from my lips as my body softens against his hand and I spread myself willingly across the bar.

  “Well okay then,” Jake announces softly before suddenly launching to action.

  And fast action it is. With a speed that literally astonishes me, his hands fly to the button on my shorts. With one flick, the button is open and half a second later the zipper is down. Another second later and my shorts are flying over his shoulder in the same direction my bra went earlier.

  Shocked at the speed with which I am suddenly naked and sprawled on his bar I blink in surprise. Jake smirks again and without further hesitation rips his shirt over his head and I find myself suddenly blinded by the beauty of his enormous chest and arms. My eyes lock on his tattoos and I sigh.

  Not wasting any more time, I watch as Jake reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a condom. My mind barely has time to register that he came prepared before his jeans are down to the floor, he has stepped out of them and slid the condom into place. His long, thick, condom covered cock bounces tantalizing against his stomach.

  Still blinking I watch his next move with awe. Stepping closer to the bar, he pushes a stool roughly to the side. Grabbing both of my feet, he lifts them in the air and spins me on the shiny polished timber bar top. Quickly lowering my legs either side of his waist he lets them go briefly to move and grab me by the waist. Then, with one swift maneuver, he slides me towards him and impales me on his huge cock.

  I gasp in shock.

  He smirks again, before he rolls his head back slightly and groans.

  I have to agree. He feels fantastic. My inner muscles instantly clamp down on him as I feel his hands clench even more firmly around my waist. Without any further hesitation, Jake straightens his head, to pin his eyes on mine. His eyes have turned an almost black color. Inky with lust I watch as he slowly draws himself back out and slams savagely back into me again.

  I groan again as pleasure endorphins start racing through my body. I relax, my legs dangling uselessly over the edge of the bar. My head tips back to dangle over the opposite side of the bar as I lose eye contact with Jake. I lose myself fully to the pleasurable sensation of his cock pounding hard into my deepest core.

  Jake groans again and pulls out faster this time before slamming back into me, grinding as hard as he can he seats his cock to its base inside of me. I let out a soft keening noise as I feel my inner muscles clamping down on him. The tantalizing tingles of an orgasm already building in my stomach send cold chills down my spine.

  Time stops as Jake continues his relentless pounding while I hang limply across his bar, aware only of the sensations coursing through my body. With each pump, he touches that spot deep inside me that sends my brain numb but sets my body on fire. I start panting and feel moisture flooding to my mouth and to my core. I hear Jake groan again as he redoubles his efforts to pound savagely against me.

  “Need you to come babe, I need to blow,” he grunts as he leans forward, sliding one hand further up my body to grab me by the neck and lift me forward so his mouth can find mine.

  I flop uselessly against him, all ability to control my body gone. I am lost in a sea of pleasure. Feeling his tongue invade my mouth, I jolt slightly as I regain some control. I respond to his tongue with my own and lift my legs to wrap them firmly around Jake’s waist. I then wrap my arms around his neck and groan as the intense please of skin on skin contact hits me. I can’t decide whether I like this position better than the last one or not.

  Jake grunts against my mouth as he slides his hands down by back my buttocks to push hard against me as he continues to slam in and out. A myriad of emotions and sensations course through my body as my inner muscles once again tighten around Jake and I slide over the edge into a mind blackening orgasm. What feels like lightning bolts course through my body and my inner muscles spasm wildly around his cock.

  Jake groans loudly as he slams himself deep into me and holds himself there. Dragging his mouth from mine, he squeezes my body close into his chest as I feel his cock start to pulse and he comes long and hard, deep inside me. Holding me tightly for a while, his cock slowly stops twitching and my internal muscles relax. It becomes clear that neither of us wants to move. I turn my head and gently kiss the base of his neck, close to his tattoo.

  Holy shit.

  “I think I’m in trouble,” I murmur softly against his skin.

  Jake stiffens slightly before relaxing and lowering his head to kiss my hair. “I know,” he murmurs back. “We’ll work it out.”

  “I don’t mean Vincent or Tony trouble, I mean trouble, trouble,” I announce as I slowly start pulling away from his chest. His hold softens enough to allow me to create a gap of just few centimeters.

  “What do you mean by trouble, trouble?” I hear the confusion in his voice even though I can’t see his face.

  “Trouble, trouble means I think I’m clocking up a bigger debt than I can repay.”

  Stiffening again, Jake moves his hands to my shoulders and lays me back far enough to examine my face. He looks both wary and confused. His eyes are back to their normal bright green color and his lips a red and slightly puffy from our furious kissing. “You’re gunna need to explain that one to me sweetheart, ‘cause I’ve got no clue what the fuck you’re on about.”

  “You saved my life and gave me a new home. That I think I can repay by helping you with your business and if worst came to worst, by paying you.” I explain slowly watching his face as he stares blankly at me, analyzing my words.

  He starts to knit his eyebrows slightly so I plow on before he can stop me. “You gave me a puppy. I’ve always wanted a puppy so that means a whole lot. I thought I could repay you for that with sex. Which was a good idea before, but now I realize it is not...”

  Jake stiffens again and I watch as his eyes darken and a look of concern sluices across his face. “Why the fuck is sex not a good idea?” He growls as I feel his fingers digging slightly into my skin. “Sex is always a good idea.”

  “Because the sex you give me is the sex I’ve always wanted which also means a whole lot. It also means I don’t know how to repay you for that. Therefore, I’m in trouble. I’m building up a debt I don’t have a means to repay.”

  Jake’s hands soften and I watch as his lips start to twitch again. “So you’re saying the sex is not boring then?”

  A small grunt escapes me before I manage a grin back. “Understatement.”

  Jake’s eyes sparkle as he slowly releases his hold on me to slide away and remove the condom. He doesn’t appear to have any more to say. This is confirmed when I watch him turn silently to stride naked across the room and disappear down the hallway. I feel silly sitting alone and naked on his bar so I push off and follow him.

  I find him in a small bathroom towards the rear of the building. The bathroom has a single vanity, a white porcelain toilet and a large shower with twin showerheads in it. When I get there Jake already has the water running and he is stepping inside. His hand snakes out to grab me and I am dragged under the water with him.

  Holding me in place with one hand, he uses the other to fiddle around with the taps for a while. Finally happy with the water temperature, he reaches across to grab a large bottle of shampoo from a shelf in the tiled wall. Squeezing a small amount onto the palm of his hand, he sets about washing my hair. He does this by turning me to face a wall so he can gently scrub his fingers through my hair from behind. I sigh as I relax and inhale deeply enjoying the subtle fruity smell of the shampoo. I love having someone play with my hair. I love having it washed at the hairdressers.

  Deciding he has cleaned it enough, he moves my head into the stream of water and rinses it gently. Leaning down to kiss me gently on the shoulder he then leans over and grabs a bottle of conditioner. It is not lon
g before he is gently massaging the conditioner through my hair and I am leaning back against him enjoying his ministrations.

  It is as he is slowly smoothing the conditioner through my hair from root to tip that Jake finally speaks. “Sex should never be considered a payment for debt. Whether that debt is real or perceived is irrelevant. Paying debts with sex equates to prostitution. You are not, and you never will be, a prostitute. Are we clear on that?”

  I freeze slightly as his words sink in.

  Oh my God.

  Is that what he thought I was trying to say? I was paying him with sex?

  I quickly turn to look up into his eyes, both hurt and confused. He sees my face and I watch as understanding skids across his eyes before he continues. “Although I agree that thankyou sex is okay when two people are in a relationship and have feelings for each other.”

  I feel myself relaxing only to suddenly jolt back stiffer than before.

  “Relationship?” I blurt confused, “Who said anything about a relationship?”

  “I did,” Jake says matter-of-factly as he reaches over to grab a body loofah from the shelf and squirts some men’s body wash on it.

  “What do you mean by that?” I ask as I watch him move to turn me around again so he can gently scrub my back.

  “I mean, I have feelings for you, you have feelings for me so we are now in a relationship. Your my woman and I’m gunna be your man. This means there are no debts and there are no repayments. This also means that any fucked up ideas you may have about taking off and trying to look after yourself are off the table. As your man I will protect you and as my woman you will do as you are told.”

  Huh?

  I suddenly try to spin back to face him. What the hell does he mean by do as I am told?

  Jake’s hands clamp down on my shoulders to hold me in place as he slowly presses his entire body up against my back. His skin feels silky and slippery against the foam of the body wash he has already spread across my back. I can feel the hardness of another erection pressed against my back. “Don’t panic, and don’t fight Ari. There’s no point. You don’t want to. You know that.”

  Where the fuck did this guy come from?

  Still tense, I feel my heart start to race and a spike of fear rolls down my spine.

  Maybe he’s not such a good guy?

  What the fuck have I done? Jumped from the pan into the fire? From Tony to this? Oh my God.

  Whispering almost imperceptibly, terrified of his response, I ask, “What if I don’t want to do as I’m told?”

  And that’s when I hear it. Jake’s chuckle.

  He’s chuckling?

  Why is he chuckling when he is in the middle of laying down some law about how I will do as I am told in a relationship that I didn’t even know we had? Spinning me quickly, he lifts me up and presses me against the wall. I find my legs wrap themselves automatically around his waist even though right now, sex is the last thing on my mind.

  Jake is grinning mischievously. “Didn’t like the bit about being told, huh?”

  I blink at him confused, this does not look like the guy I just heard telling me what I could or could not do.

  “Totally skimmed over the bit about being my girlfriend huh?”

  Huh?

  Sort of. Kind of. Well yes.

  “Ari, stop freaking out. When I said you need to do as you are told I meant it, but not in the way you seem to think I meant it. If you don’t want to do something I tell you to do, talk to me about it. I don’t expect you to obey without question. I am not a Dom and you are not a sub. You are also not a dog and I am not your master. I was joking woman, chill out. I was just trying to show that you belong here, with me – and Pierre of course.”

  “Oh,” I breathe the word out slowly as I feel my body relaxing. “Was that your version of asking me to go steady?”

  “You could say that,” he grins at me as I suddenly become very aware of his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

  “And if I like that idea should I thank you for that too?” I ask, a hint of sarcasm lacing my voice as I grin back up at him.

  “Sure,” Jake growls as he swoops down to capture my mouth with his.

  And so I do. I thank him thoroughly in the shower for a very long time.

  Chapter Twenty

  The Call

  “He fuckin’ loves this thing,” Jake chuckles as he holds the prize high in the air above Pierre’s head. Pierre goes wild. Barking and circling, he jumps around going crazy until Jake lowers the object of his fascination back down within reach. At this point Pierre takes a firm grip and starts tugging with all his might. I hear another ripping sound and Jake chuckles again. “It’s really screwed now.”

  “That is not funny. Not funny at all,” I snap as I watch in horror while the two boys play tug-of-war with my pale blue lace bra. “That was one of my favorites.”

  “It’s one of his favorites now,” Jake mumbles softly as he starts backing up, dragging the puppy along the polished floorboards of his lounge room. “Check it out, you can do a helicopter on him and he refuses to give in.” I again watch in horror as Jake starts slowing spinning in circles while my poor puppy hangs on for dear life, sliding on the floor like he’s on a theme park ride.

  “Stop that!” I growl. “It can’t be good for his teeth, neck, back or legs. You’re just being mean. Just let him have it. It’s not his fault he thought you flung it straight to him and it was a doggie toy gift. Next time pay attention when you start throwing things over your shoulder. Especially if they are my things.”

  Jake looks up at me cheekily as he lets go of the bra and it snaps savagely towards Pierre’s face. Pierre looks overjoyed to have won the game and received the supreme prize. His new favorite toy. Lifting his head I watch as he trots over to where Jake has settled his bed next to one of the couches. Climbing in, he circles a couple of times and manages to wrap the now ripped and tattered bra around his front legs before he plops down and sighs happily. From what I’ve seen since last night, that will be it for him for the next two hours. He tires quickly and once he decides he’s going to bed, he stays there. He even snores.

  I straighten from my position in the doorway watching Jake. Apart from the horror of watching Pierre further destroy one of my favorite braziers, I have been enjoying the show. Watching Jake, a great hulk of a man playing happily with a very cute puppy in his lounge room has been a swoon worthy experience. Deliciously dressed in just a pair of sweat pants, no shirt and no socks, it has been a particular pleasure to watch him bending over.

  My oh my.

  Returning to the kitchen I start cleaning up the dishes from our breakfast together. It had been a very pleasant surprise to find Jake’s refrigerator stocked with eggs, milk, vegetables and plenty of salad making items. This, he explained was compliments of his mother who had also stocked the pantry when she heard I was coming to stay for a few days.

  God bless you Ellen.

  I have just loaded and turned on the dishwasher and am wiping down Jake’s huge marble bench top when I hear the sound of Harley pipes rumbling up the driveway.

  Luke and Emma.

  Excited to have visitors, I fling the wet cloth from my hand into the sink. I then sprint out of the kitchen. As I race through the lounge room and straight for the door to the garage, all I can think about is the look on Emma’s face when she meets Pierre. She is going to be beside herself. She loves dogs almost as much as I do.

  It is because of these excited thoughts flying through my mind that I don’t see it coming. Over one hundred kilograms of hard, masculine muscle hits me from the side, at speed. With an ‘oof’, we both fly sideways through the air and in a maneuver worthy of an action movie, Jake rolls to land on his back, me landing almost softly on his stomach and chest.

  “What the fuck?” I grunt as we slide to a stop on the floor.

  “Never, go out of any of these doors without first confirming who is out there. You hearing me?” Jake growls, his brows knitted
in serious furrows, his green eyes as hard as emeralds.

  “Huh?” I whine. “It’s Luke and Emma. You told me Luke was riding your bike over this morning.”

  “That’s probably a fair assumption but until you have actually sighted Luke and Emma, you do not open any fucking doors. You got me?” Jake drills me with his eyes and I nod. “Even better, just wait for them to come in. Luke and Emma have the security codes, they can let themselves in.”

  I nod again as I realize he is right. It could have been anyone coming along the driveway and I could have been opening the door to a stranger. Or even worse, someone linked to Tony and Vincent.

  Stupid.

  I really do have to learn to be smarter about my safety. I should have realized how seriously Jake was taking the current threat last night when he refused to let me walk Pierre outside. I was told to wait inside, with alarms set, while Jake took Pierre to do his business.

  “I’m sorry, dumb move, won’t happen again,” I murmur as I lean down to take advantage of my man on his back, on the floor. The second my lips hit his neck, I feel his whole body relax and if I’m not mistaken, his pulse speed up beneath my lips.

  Pressing my lips to his jugular, my tongue sneaks out to swipe some of the flavor from Jake’s neck before I apply some soft suction. Jake hisses softly just as I hear the familiar beeping of the keypad at the garage door a few meters away. Pulling back from Jakes neck to look towards the door, we both watch as it whips open and Emma and Luke step through.

  Emma is first. It takes roughly point five of a millisecond for her eyes to lock on mine. I watch as their stormy gray depths shine a little brighter and then without a second glance she shifts her gaze to Jake’s lounge room and yells, “Great place!”

  I feel Jake’s chest start to vibrate beneath me as he realizes she is not even going to acknowledge us on the floor. He is chuckling silently.

  Luke steps through next, scans the room, sees us on the floor and pops one of his eyebrows. “You knew we were coming man.” Jake’s chest rattles again and this time I hear his chuckle.