“I’m sure. Let me make sure you get my fucking point.” Jake trained his sight on the right front headlight. His finger was on the trigger.
“Jake?” The sweet, soothing voice of Willa brought his head up. They all turned to find her standing on the porch looking confused.
“Willamena!” her mother screeched. “Please explain to this…this…this cretin that we are your family and have every right to be here.”
Jake felt his gut twist. They were her family. He was just a guy she’d met two days ago. Had it really been only two days? How had she become so important to him so quickly?
Willa glanced uncertainly between him and the pair.
“Willamena, do as your mother told you.” Her father-in-law’s voice was back to its arrogant, condescending tone.
“Yes, Willamena darling, I know he has you beguiled, but you must be reasonable. You know you’re not the type of woman to attract a man like that. Send him on his way so we can get this straightened out. Enough of your willfulness, it’s time to go home.”
Jake watched her wilt. The beautiful, confident women seemed to shrink in on herself. He felt like he’d been punched in the chest. Did she have such little faith in him? “Willa, baby, don’t do this,” he pleaded. He flicked the safety on, tucked it into his waistband, and took a step toward her. He couldn’t let her throw what they’d found away.
Her eyes met his, and he saw a small spark flare in their green depths. Hope surged.
“Willamena, you have to know better,” her mother interjected. “Maybe if you lost a few pounds and did something with that hair. I mean really, the red has always been so awful.”
“Don’t! Don’t you dare listen to her! Kick me to the curb if you want, but don’t you fucking listen to her. You know what you do to me. That can’t be faked. That’s the kind of reaction that can only come from a beautiful woman.”
Willa’s gaze swung from her mother to him uncertainly.
“Willamena, dear, listen to your mother. She knows these things.” The man’s attempt at fatherliness had her chewing her lip uncertainly, and Jake knew he had to do something drastic.
“Willa, remember that first night, how you calmed me after the nightmare? I have that same damn dream every night.” He hated admitting his weakness, but he’d do anything to keep her.
“You didn’t have it last night.” Her voice was so small and tremulous it tore at him.
“No, baby, I didn’t. It was the first time in six fucking months I haven’t had that nightmare. That’s because of you. What we have is not fake.” He stretched his hand out to her. Her gaze swung from it to her mother.
“Oh, please! Men like you don’t want an inexperienced girl like Willamena,” her mother scoffed. “You want a real woman, like me.”
Jake eyed her in disbelief. She really believed it. “Lady, a woman like you makes my dick want to crawl inside and hide.”
“You’re a crude man who obviously has no taste!” Her artificially-pretty face had turned a splotchy shade of red, but Willa’s lips twitched with the first sign of a smile.
Willa’s eyes were on his outstretched hand again. Then her lips firmed, and he knew she’d made her decision. Shoulders back, head up, she took his hand before turning to the pair. “Please leave. I warned you last time I was going to get a restraining order if you kept harassing me.”
Jake wanted to pump his fist at her strength. She was such an amazing women, and she was all his.
“Willamena, you can’t do this. We need you!”
“What could you possibly need from me?” Willa laughed.
The woman opened her mouth to reply, but her father-in-law jerked her toward him and silenced her with a stern shake of his hands.
Jake stared after the retreating pair. His cop senses suddenly went on alert. Something wasn’t right here.
Chapter Eight
Willa came out of her bathroom, her silk robe wrapped around her, and smiled at Jake. He was sitting casually in the tapestry reading chair next to her bed. His long legs were stretched out in front of him. He still had on his jeans, which kind of surprised her. She’d expected him to be naked.
“Willa, we need to talk about this afternoon.” He crooked his finger for her to come over.
“About my family’s visit? I’m sorry. I know they are a pain.”
“You got that right, but that wasn’t what I was talking about.” He patted his knee, and she sat, still amazed to not feel like she was going to crush him. He took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze before he continued. “I’m talking about earlier, about how I told you to stay back and you didn’t listen, about how I told you to stay on the porch, only to turn around and see you tromping down the stairs.”
“You didn’t think I was going to leave you to handle that by yourself, did you?”
“I damn well expected you to listen to me.”
“Excuse me?” She would have jumped up, but his strong arm circled her waist.
“You wanted the Neanderthal, well, that’s part of the package. I will not allow you to put yourself in danger. Most of the time, I am your willing slave, but when it comes to your safety, you will mind me or else!”
“Or else what?” She challenged and struggled to get up, but she was no match for his strength, and damn it, she was getting wet. How twisted was that to be so turned on by his caveman ways!
Instead of saying any more, he flipped her over his knee. She gasped as her world tilted upside-down. She tried to squirm free, but a strong hand on the small of her back held her firmly in place. Then it got even worse as cool air flooded her bottom, and she realized he’d flipped her loose robe up. And since she hadn’t figured she’d need them, of course, she hadn’t bothered with panties.
“Jake! You can’t seriously spank me!”
“Can’t I?” His hand came down on the fleshy globe of her ass with a loud pop.
Willa screeched as fire bloomed over her flesh, and then to her utter mortification, the pain was followed by a rush of creamy desire to her pussy. It was so unfair. He played her body like an expert. The second and third smacks had her writhing, and by the fourth, she was lifting her hips in anticipation. The need was humiliating. Her thighs were drenched with the evidence of her desire. His hand rained down upon her ass over and over. Her body quaked as the pain and pleasure surged through her in wave after wave.
“You will listen to me when it comes to your safety, do you understand me?” His voice was deep and husky and sent a bolt of electricity to her already-primed pussy.
“Jake, please,” she whimpered, though she wasn’t completely sure if she was asking him to stop or for more. All she knew was she was so close to coming, and her body was on fire hanging on the edge.
“Now you see what the real punishment is. Not the spanking, but the burning need.” His hand slid down between her shaking legs, his fingers dipping between the soaked nether lips. He thrust two fingers into her. “Oh, yeah, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you? You want to come so bad you’re ready to scream, aren’t you?”
“Yes, oh please!” She was past the point of feeling shame. Desperation made her shake. The walls of her passage twitched with the need for release, yet he worked his fingers in and out of her in a slow, lazy rhythm. His thumb began to circle her clit, sweeping around it, but not quite touching. She squirmed, trying to make contact.
“No, no, baby, I don’t think so. Next time you’ll think twice before you put yourself in danger.”
“Anything! Jake, please!”
“We’ll see.” His hand slid up to the curve of her bottom. To her mortification, she felt him spread the cheeks. Embarrassment suffused her. She knew what he was looking at. The blunt tip of his thick finger traced the hidden pink, puckered rose of her anus. “Well, look at what a pretty little treasure I’ve found. I don’t need to ask if you’re a virgin here, do I? We’ll have to get you a set of training plugs to loosen you up. I will fuck you here. There won
’t be any part of you that I don’t use.”
“Oh God!” She gasped, not sure if she was excited or scared by the process. It always seemed so darkly exciting in her e-books, but now, the idea was downright intimidating. He was so big! She just couldn’t imagine taking his cock there. She was pretty sure he’d split her wide open and not completely certain she wouldn’t like it.
His chuckle was dark. “Oh, no, baby, prayers won’t save you.” Moving quickly, he stood her on her unsteady feet. “On your knees.” She stared at him, dumbfounded with the sudden change.
“What?” She was dazed, and her body was shaking with need so fierce her knees almost collapsed under her.
“On your knees. Don’t make me repeat myself, or you won’t come tonight at all.”
She dropped down in front of him. She’d have done anything at that point. Her mouth dropped open as she watched in fascination as his hand slowly freed his erection. It sprang up, long and hard, reaching up to his navel. She watched in fascination as he stroked his length several times, using his thumb to spread glossy pre-cum over the swollen head. Finally, he crooked his finger.
“Come here. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth.”
Willa contemplated the pulsing cock in front of her. She didn’t bother telling him that she had no clue what she was doing. She figured he knew that. And she was on a submissive high. He’d completely dominated her. Her ass was on fire, her pussy hot, wet, and weeping with need. If he wanted to fuck her mouth, she’d let him.
She placed a trembling hand on each of his knees and knelt over him, placing a hot open-mouth kiss to the very tip of him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, anchoring her.
“Use your tongue, baby, lick me,” he instructed. “Get me good and wet before I slide between those sexy lips.”
Willa whimpered. She loved when his voice turned dark and gravelly. Her tongue flicked out to trace around the engorged head. He tasted salty and all male. She couldn’t resist running her tongue up the length of him. He was so hot.
“Enough playing, open up,” he commanded, though she noted the slight tremor in his voice and realized that he wasn’t as cool as he was pretending to be.
Opening wide, she sucked him down, working to get as much of his glorious erection into her mouth as she could. He was so damn big she had to be careful with her teeth. Yet, when she accidentally scraped him, he groaned, and she realized he liked that edge of pain as much as she did. After that, she went to work in earnest, sucking and licking him with enthusiasm.
“Stop!” he rasped, gently but firmly pulling her off him with the hand he had threaded through her hair. “Bed, now!”
Her robe was still loosely hanging from her, and he quickly sent it to the floor before scooping her up and tossing her onto the wide mattress. He was on her, sliding inside in less than a heartbeat.
“Fuck, baby, you make me insane. All I can think about is being inside you.” His dick shuttled in and out of her hot pussy, slurping, smacking sounds filling the room as he pounded home. Digging her heels into the bed, she arched up to meet him thrust for thrust. She slid her hands down the length of his back to cup his flexing ass. He groaned. “Ah, shit yeah, dig your nails into me. Show me how much you want me.”
And she did. Her nails dug into his flesh as she screamed her orgasm, stars dancing before her eyes. Gasping for breath, she watched as he threw back his head, his long auburn hair falling around him. His roar probably shook the roof as he shot jet after steaming jet of cum into her still-pulsing core.
They froze, suspended for a long moment before he collapsed, tumbling to the side and dragging her on top of him.
Several long, deep, grating breaths passed before he softly asked, “Are you okay, baby?”
“I think my brain’s fried.” She chuckled softly.
“Is that a good thing?” he asked, but she could hear the amusement in his voice.
She leaned up to place a gentle kiss onto his lips. “It’s a very good thing.”
As they snuggled under the old quilt, enjoying the stillness of the night, Willa couldn’t help but think she was happier than she’d ever been in her entire life. And that was just damn scary.
* * * *
Reb stared into his beer. He fucking hated this shit. Well, not the beer, but just about everything else. He always had to be on guard, always had to watch his back. It was no way to live, but it was the only life he’d ever known. His father had founded Southern Rising four decades before. He’d grown up in the gang. He was ten years old before he realized that everyone didn’t have guns sitting on their coffee table or bags of weird white powder in crates in their garage.
The old man had gone down in a blaze of bullets and glory, swearing the South would rise again. Then his older brother, Ren, had taken over. Ren had been short for Renegade.
The old man had been big on unique names. He was Rebel, and their little sister was Freedom. They called her Free. What the hell kind of name was what for a girl? She’d hated it.
Big brother was presently doing twenty to life for second-degree murder, and little sis was in the ground near the old man from a drug overdose. Reb had ended up the leader of Southern Rising by default. He hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. All he’d really ever enjoyed doing was playing the battered old guitar his mother had given him right before she’d walked out on them.
He took another long drag of his beer. As he did, his eyes fell onto the green plastic band around his wrist. It was time to make a decision. He could live the rest of his life like this, not that it would be a very long life. He already had scars from being stabbed twice and shot once. Yeah, he could die like his old man, or he could do something drastic. He could spend his life running guns and dealing drugs, or he could take fate into his own hands.
It was time to plan. Finishing his beer, he turned to his next in command. “Sid, you find the information I asked you to?”
“Sure thing, boss. Her name is Willamena Montgomery.”
Chapter Nine
The warm sun washed through the meadow. All around them there was bright, cheerful activity. Willa struggled to take it all in. She’d always heard such wonderful tales of the Annual Renaissance Fair, and she still couldn’t believe Danny had talked her into taking the afternoon off to go.
“Are you sure the girls can handle the bed-and-breakfast for the afternoon?” she asked her friend, yet again.
Danny rolled her eyes. “It will be fine. You worry too much.”
“But the inn is full.” So was just about every hotel in town. Their little town exploded for one week a year as people came from all over to enjoy the fair.
“And everyone’s here,” Danny countered. She’d talked Willa into leaving her baby, her bed-and-breakfast, in the hands of two of her library aids. The girls were sweet, but flighty. She must have seen the doubt surfacing on Willa’s face because she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “It will be fine. All they have to do is babysit the place. They tell people the inn is full if they show up looking for rooms. Dinner is in the slow cooker, so you can spend the afternoon relaxing and enjoying yourself. You deserve it.”
Dinner was traditional lamb stew in honor of the festival. She’d also made loaves of fresh crusty bread and a wild-berry tart for dessert. Mariah and Tiffany were settled in the parlor working on homework and promised to call if anything came up. Danny was right, but it was very hard to relax.
“Come on, you work too hard.” This came from Danny’s friend Gloria. Danny had introduced her to the woman several months before, and the three had been hanging out ever since. She still found it interesting that sweet, refined Gloria and Gabe’s father, a crusty, bearded biker, were a couple, but they seemed to make each other happy despite the May-December aspect of their relationship. “The guys will spend the afternoon at the man games, so we can enjoy ourselves.”
“You know you want to try some of the food vendors,” Danny teased.
This section of the fair was set up with
vendors of all kinds. They were selling everything from handmade jewelry to homemade soaps. Laughing, Willa finally let herself relax and enjoy an afternoon of girl time.
At the millinery tent, they bought beautiful handmade scarves, and at the apothecary, they had custom perfumes made for themselves.
“Jake’s going to love that.” Danny smiled, giving Willa a wink.
Willa blushed, but she hoped Danny was right.
“It still blows my mind.” Gloria shook her head. “Jake’s always been so big and just a little bit scary to me.”
“Says the lady dating a grizzly bear,” Danny teased.
“Smokey’s not a grizzly bear. He’s a teddy bear,” Gloria countered, but Willa had to agree with her. The big burly biker was a teddy bear. Jake, now he was a lion, big and dangerous. She loved that fact.
“Jake’s definitely intimidating, but I think Willa’s finally tamed him.” Danny shot her a lecherous grin.
“I don’t know,” Willa said, joining into the banter. “I kind of like the wild, untamed Jake.” She hadn’t really meant to say it. It just slipped out.
“I bet you do.” There was no mistaking the naughty look on Danny’s face now.
Willa blushed bright red. She was still getting used to Danny’s bold attitude. She loved it though. She’d never had this kind of camaraderie with anyone before. The girls at the fancy private school she’d attended always looked at her as the quiet, too-tall freak. Once she’d married and gone to college, things had gotten better. She’d made some friends in her classes, but she’d always been too afraid to spend time with them outside of class. Danny and Gloria were the first real friends she’d ever had. But talking about such a taboo subject still kind of embarrassed her, but oh, it felt so good, so right.
“Look at her face.” Gloria laughed. “I think she likes it a lot!”
She couldn’t help it. She knew the smile on her face must be positively wicked. “Oh, you have no idea just how much I like it.”
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