Hit the Spot

by J. Daniels

  “It wasn’t like I was getting beat up or anything,” I explained, hoping to quickly settle him. “They would just…talk.” I shrugged. “Say things behind my back. Sometimes not behind my back. They didn’t think I earned the position I had. They said I wasn’t qualified.”

  “They were talkin’ shit,” he threw out.

  I nodded.

  Jamie leaned closer, adding, “They were cunts, babe.”

  I pulled in a breath. That word was like nails on a chalkboard to me. It was tough to hear.

  Jamie was right, though. Those women were…that word, but still. Tough to hear. I couldn’t help but react to it.

  “Jealous ’cause you were younger, smarter, probably hotter,” he continued, staying pitched forward. “Couldn’t handle the fact you had all that goin’ on plus everything else you got goin’ on, which is a fuckin’ lot, babe, so they dogged you for it.”

  “They dogged me all right,” I echoed, laughing a little at that expression.

  Jamie didn’t laugh watching me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t lose that tense, worried look in his eyes either. If anything, it grew thicker.

  “Babe,” he mumbled, and I knew his next words before he even asked them. “Tell me you did not let those bitches run you out of there. That’s fucked up.”

  “I did not let them run me out of there,” I told him, watching his head jerk and his eyes lower. “Me leaving was my decision. They might’ve influenced it, but they did not make that choice for me. I did.”

  Jamie’s eyes lifted again. They narrowed and his mouth got tight.

  I sat up then, swinging my legs over the side of the cushion to join him in his position. Reaching out and taking one of his hands between both of mine, I planted my feet so they staggered with his and slid forward, putting our knees together.

  “I am very protective of my family, Jamie,” I started, holding his eyes. “I don’t ever want anything touching them that could hurt them in any way. Not even if that thing is me. Those women were talking and they weren’t being shy about it. The things they were saying got around and eventually got back to me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before they spread further. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about my father. I didn’t want people saying he was the type of man who didn’t care about his business because he was letting family work there who weren’t qualified to run it into the ground. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want his character getting tarnished.”

  “Why would that happen?” Jamie questioned. “That shit wasn’t true. You were qualified.”

  “Rumors about John Rivera’s daughter being qualified and earning the position she got aren’t juicy. They don’t travel,” I explained. “But rumors about how John Rivera’s daughter got her position by begging her much older boss, from her knees…”

  Jamie jerked back. White-hot anger flashed in his eyes. “Fuck. Are you serious? They were sayin’ that about you?” he asked gruffly.

  “They were saying a lot of things about me. That was one,” I confirmed.

  “Jesus,” Jamie mumbled. He shook his head and twisted his hand inside mine, taking hold of me as he got closer. His other hand reached out and cupped my face. “Legs, straight up, they should’ve been fired for that,” he said, staring into my eyes. “You should’ve taken that shit straight to your boss and let him handle it. You should not have been dealin’ with that.”

  “I agree with you,” I told him. “They deserved to be fired, but I didn’t want to draw more attention to it and I really didn’t want Walt knowing what all they were saying. He’s the nicest man. Always close with my family. He was like my grandfather. I didn’t want him hearing that ugly. Firing four women over one quitting would’ve drawn attention and spread it wide. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him finding out. Or my dad. That could’ve reflected on him if people believed it.”

  Jamie’s brows shot up. “Your dad still doesn’t know?”

  I shook my head, saying, “Only you,” and watching Jamie’s eyes get soft. “You’re the only person who knows. Syd doesn’t even know.”

  Jamie closed his eyes for a breath, feeling what I just gave him and letting it sink in deep. Then he looked at me again and moved his thumb over my cheek, whispering, “Babe,” as his fingers curled around my neck.

  “I quit after two months and I don’t regret it,” I continued. “Not only because me leaving killed those rumors, but because I didn’t love that job. I liked it. It was a job. It was something I could’ve done until I retired and I would’ve been satisfied, but I wouldn’t have been happy. Not really. Not like I am now.”

  “What’d you tell your dad?” Jamie asked.

  I smiled, stating, “That I wasn’t happy. He told me to go find my happiness and I did. Right here.”

  Jamie’s mouth twitched hearing that, but not much. He was still angry at what I’d gone through.

  I reached out and took his face between my hands. I scooted to the edge of the cushion.

  “I am very protective of my family, Jamie,” I repeated, wanting him to cling to these words and the ones that followed. To hear these over the others I’d said. “I would never let anything near them that could hurt them in any way. Or bring them shame or anything negative. I wouldn’t let it happen.”

  “I got that, babe,” he replied. “Loud and clear.”

  “Good.” I smiled again. “Then you should get why I had no problem asking my father if Rivera Frozen Foods would like to sponsor their first world-champion surfer.”

  Jamie’s brows shot up. I felt his jaw tick beneath my palms.

  “He said yes, by the way,” I added, smiling bigger because Jamie was looking shocked. “But you’re going to have to talk to him because I have no idea what all he has to do and he has no idea either. They’ve never sponsored anybody before. But that doesn’t matter. Dad said he would be honored to back a man like you.”

  Jamie’s nostrils flared as he pulled in a deep breath.

  “He also had some choice words for the sponsor who dropped you,” I continued on a chuckle, remembering those words and how quick he was at letting them fly. “Dad said if people don’t want to back a man who goes to his woman and chooses her over everything else, then they’re a bunch of idiots—only he didn’t say idiots.” I chuckled again, thinking Jamie would join in this time, but he didn’t.

  Tilting my head, I let my eyes roam over the heavy expression he was wearing. I couldn’t read him. He wasn’t saying anything. Wasn’t smiling. His jaw was still tight. He was still holding my face but his thumb was no longer moving.

  He was a statue, only breathing and blinking.

  And not knowing how Jamie felt about all of this led to me having a panicking thought.

  “Do you not want to be sponsored by them?” I asked, keeping the hurt from my voice because I didn’t want him hearing it. “It’s okay if you don’t. I know they’re just a frozen food company and not some major sports retailer. If you’d rather they didn’t, I can talk to my dad. It won’t—”

  My words were halted when Jamie slid his hand to my neck, yanked me forward, and crashed his mouth against mine in a hard, deep kiss that made my toes curl inside my shoes and the muscles in my stomach clench and every fear or worrying thought I had go quiet inside my head.

  “You did that for me,” Jamie panted against my lips, keeping his grip firm on my neck and bringing his other hand up to palm my cheek.

  “It was nothing,” I whispered, my breaths heavy. “All you’ve done for me…”

  “It was everything,” he argued back, staring into my eyes. “Givin’ me your family. Trustin’ me with that. After everything you just said, straight up, babe, this ain’t nothin’. I know it ain’t.”

  He was right. This was far from nothing.

  “Easiest phone call I ever made,” I declared, speaking that honesty straight from my soul.

  It was as if someone had flipped a switch and turned off everything around us. Stilled the water. S
ilenced the summer wind. The world went still.

  Jamie’s fingers on my neck squeezed. He closed his eyes for a breath, then opened them again, brought us closer, pressed his forehead to mine, and swept his thumb over my cheek.

  “I’d do it again,” he said quietly, staring into my eyes. “Don’t give a fuck what I’d end up losing as long as that ain’t you.”

  I let his words circle my heart and sink inside it. I was never letting them out.

  This love was mine.

  Then pushing my fingers through the ends of his hair, I dipped lower so I could brush my mouth against his and whisper-teased, “You fuckin’ love me, boy,” just like Jamie was always doing with me.

  His lip curled up, then he kissed me, slow and sweet, and told me he didn’t, which meant that he did.

  So, so much.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  JAMIE

  Six weeks later

  Tori was kneeling between my legs and running her tongue down the underside of my shaft. I closed my eyes and hissed when she licked my balls.

  “Fuck, babe,” I growled, looking down and watching her slowly work her way back up to the tip. Too fucking slowly. “Quit with your playin’ and swallow me.”

  “You like it when I play,” she purred, looking at me from behind her lashes. “You especially like it when I do this.” Tori kept one hand firmly planted on the mattress next to my thigh and wrapped her other around my base, then she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and pulled back until my piercing clacked against her teeth.

  The muscles in my legs jumped.

  “Fuck yeah, I like that. Jesus,” I groaned.

  God-fucking-damn. My woman knew how to give head.

  “And this,” she said before hollowing out her cheeks and sucking me so hard it felt like she was trying to pop the head of my dick off.

  My hands tightened in her hair as I inhaled a breath.

  She pulled her mouth away but stayed crouched forward, giggling as her hand leisurely stroked me.

  I pushed her hair out of her face, watching her.

  “See? I told you you like it,” she said, then she gathered her hair over one shoulder and started leaning down and parting her lips, and I saw the wet flash of her tongue, readying to keep up this game.

  A game I fucking loved, but right now I was over it. She’d played enough. And Tori knew I liked coming in her pussy more than anything, even her hot-ass mouth that fucking watered for it.

  The little shit thought she could keep it from me. She thought wrong.

  Jerking upright and gripping under her arms, I yanked Tori up my body, causing her giggle to mix with a squeal ’cause she loved teasing me but she also liked getting taken, then I was flipping her underneath me and kneeling between her hips, dragging the tip of my cock through her pussy and pressing in in in.

  So wet. God, fuck, she was getting off on licking my dick.

  Tori dropped her knees and arched off the bed, moaning yes and do it and I wanna feel you come inside me.

  “Yeah?” I asked as I rammed in. We both moaned. “Thought you were playin’, babe,” I teased, dragging my cock slowly back out, then pushing in. Out. In. My hips jerking as I pushed her knees back and held them open. “Sure you don’t wanna go back to that? I know your mouth wants it.”

  “No, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes looking like she’d kill me if I stopped.

  “Think I’ll stop,” I shared, starting to pull back again.

  Tori’s eyes flashed with panic, then she slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Her lips parted. Her eyes rolled closed.

  I froze, my eyes going between her hand and her face, blissed out as she built it.

  Jesus fuck.

  She was trying to come before I slid out of her. Tori was wanting my dick in her when she went off. Damn she was good. Better at the game than me.

  No fucking way could I keep from getting there if her pussy started squeezing my dick.

  I grabbed Tori’s wrist that was moving over her stomach and her other that was flat on the bed, then I plowed forward and filled her.

  She gasped and shook as I moaned into her neck, pressing her hands on the pillow behind her and then sliding them above her head, my fingers skimming over her palms and pushing through hers, connecting us.

  I leaned back and looked into her face as I fucked her, hips trusting deeper as her heels dug into my back.

  “Harder,” she whispered.

  I pressed my mouth to hers. “You love me?” I asked.

  “You know I do.”

  “Say it, babe. You want harder, I wanna hear it,” I said, keeping the pace I was good at keeping until we both came in an hour, or two, or tomorrow when we were both mad and wild for it.

  “I love you, Jamie,” Tori said against my mouth, kissing me softly. “I love that you’re mine. I want everyone knowing it.”

  “Yeah, you fuckin’ do,” I murmured, rearing back and going at her harder now that she gave me that. I slammed my hips against hers and pressed her hands into the mattress.

  She moaned into my mouth, dragged her legs up my back, and dug her heels in.

  “I want three,” Tori said between panting breaths.

  I felt the sweat of her body stick to mine.

  “Three what?” I asked, kissing down to her jaw.

  “Kids,” she gasped, then her legs tightened around me when I stopped building it in her because, fuck me, she was bringing this up. She never brought this up.

  I brought it up. She’d agree she wanted it, too, or she’d attack me with her mouth and let me know she was feeling what I was wanting, but never, not once, had Tori broached this topic on her own.

  “Jamie, please,” Tori begged, her legs pulling to urge me, and I could feel her growing tighter and wetter and tighter.

  Fuck. She was right there.

  I lifted my head and took her mouth, and then I fucked her hard and fast, powering into her, and Tori was coming within seconds, crying out and bringing on my own orgasm with how fucking snug her pussy got around me.

  I groaned once more into her mouth as I finished.

  Tori shuddered and panted beneath me, trying to catch her breath.

  “All boys,” she added when I leaned back to look at her. “With hair like yours and skin that always smells like the ocean. I want that so bad.”

  I gave her hands a squeeze, pressing my fingertips into her bones as I looked at her messy hair on my pillow and flushed skin, shiny with sweat, then lowering my gaze and seeing the beauty she was giving me in the smile she had lifting her full, soft mouth.

  “You wanna get cleaned up before we talk about this?” I asked her.

  Tori kept her smile, pinching her lips together, and shook her head.

  I smirked, knowing she’d choose that ’cause lately she was always choosing it, saying she liked messy sex with me or some shit like that, then I slowly pulled out, shifted my hips up, and trapped my wet dick between us.

  Tori hummed and wiggled beneath me. She loved it when I did that.

  “Can’t even get you to go out in the ocean with me again,” I reminded her of the one thing she was still fighting me on and kept pushing off until another time. “And you’re wantin’ a bunch of boys who live in it like I do?”

  “Yep.” She smacked her lips on the “p,” smiling bigger.

  “Want ’em to surf?”

  “Yep.”

  “Probably gonna want their momma out there joinin’ them eventually,” I threw out. “You down for that?”

  “I’ll be ready when they are,” Tori replied, looking proud of herself.

  “Mm.” I lowered my head and nipped at her lip. “Five,” I said.

  Tori blinked. Her head pressed farther against the pillow so she could see me better. “Five? You want five kids? Really?” she asked, blue eyes growing wider.

  “Yep,” I echoed her, letting my lips smack on the “p.”

  Her mouth twitched.

  “Go
t seven bedrooms. We’re in one. Five for them,” I started explaining. “That leaves a game room or a place we can store our trophies, mine and theirs, ’cause they sure as fuck will be collectin’ ’em like I do. Talent’s in the genes, babe. And there ain’t no point in stoppin’ at three when we got room for more.”

  “Yeah but, five? I don’t know about five,” she murmured. “Three was sounding really good to me. Perfect actually.”

  “Five. I’m firm on that.”

  Her eyes narrowed and her mouth grew tight.

  “Three,” she shot back.

  “Five.”

  “Four,” she countered, adding sass to her offer.

  I smirked and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Knew you’d give in,” I said.

  “Um, I didn’t. You wanted five.”

  “Wanted four,” I revealed, leaning back again and watching her blond eyebrows pull together. “Knew you’d give me shit ’cause you like givin’ me shit. That’s how you work, babe. Knowin’ that, I figured I’d shoot high and then ease off to get what I wanted. Wanted four. Now we’re getting a trophy room and a motherfucking game room. That’s badass.”

  Tori pulled her lips between her teeth as she stared up at me. She was fighting a smile.

  “You good with four?” I asked.

  She nodded slowly.

  “Want a girl, too,” I shared. “You get three boys outta me, I’m getting a mouthy little beauty from you. You’re givin’ me that.”

  Tori was no longer fighting a smile. Her face was going soft.

  “Can you let go of my hands?” she asked quietly.

  “Sure thing, babe,” I replied, doing what she was asking and propping my weight on my forearms.

  Once her hands were free, Tori threw her arms around my neck and drew me down, pulling my head beside hers with her hand sliding into my hair. She held me tight like she was always doing when I was hitting her soft, letting me know how she felt about what I was giving her.

  I wanted this, but I was wanting her words now, too.

  I breathed deep against her neck, saying, “You gonna give me that?”