by Honey Jans
"Great, you can order room service for me in the morning."
* * * *
Up above, the fairies broke into applause. “We did it.” Imogene crowed.
"I told you,” Hilda said with a smile. “My lingerie will clinch the deal."
"Don't be so certain,” Agatha said, calling for caution. “This is just the beginning for these two. Free will and a clash of strong personalities still stand between them. Even though they're fated to be together, things could still go wrong."
"Oh dear. What are you sensing?” Imogene wrung her hands.
Agatha sighed, closing her eyes. “Danger—disapproval—but most of all, jealousy."
Imogene winced. “I don't like the sound of that."
"We'll just have to be on our guard,” Hilda cut in. “And maybe a little spot of my love potion wouldn't hurt."
"No,” Agatha forestalled her. “That's what got us in trouble with the pygmy goats. Anyway, look at the two of them, so in tune with one another's bodies. They don't need it."
Hilda smiled as she watched Jake pull Cyn close as he walked her down the hall to his room. “I think you may be right, Aggie."
Agatha nodded. “Of course, I'm right. For now, let's draw a veil over the proceedings, and allow the lovers to get to know each other. If we get into trouble, we can always call on our old friend, Eros."
Chapter 3
Jake tried to walk steadily, as he whisked Cyn down the hall to his suite. It wasn't easy with a hard-on the size, and strength, of a giant redwood. She turned him on like no other woman ever had. Lucky for him, he'd booked the room, because he didn't think he could wait. Cyn was driving him wild, her sweet seductive essence ensnaring him, making his cock throb, as it was squeezed in his suddenly too tight jeans.
Hell, everything about her was a turn-on, from the sly needy looks she kept shooting at him, to the sexy way she bit her lip when he caught her at it. Her extraordinary tip-tilted, turquoise blue eyes were vaguely familiar, but he was too far gone to care. He hadn't been this horny, or led around by his cock by a female, since he was a teenage boy. He was a man now, and dominant in the bedroom, but here he was, about to make love to this beauty at her beck and call.
He pulled out his keycard and stuck it in the lock, glancing at her nervous expression. He noted her blush, and tensed, hoping she hadn't changed her mind. “If you want to back out, sugar, this is the time. Otherwise I may not be responsible for my actions.” He watched her shiver, and tried not to grin with relief at the hot look in her eyes. She was trying out a walk on the wild side, and he meant to deliver.
"I don't want to back out. I want you,” she said, gazing into his eyes.
Jake burned, as her turquoise eyes ate him alive. He held the door open for her, and she rushed inside. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood in the suite's sitting room, watching her like the predator he was, trying to figure her out. One minute she was rocking his world like a trained courtesan, the next, she was a blushing virgin.
He closed the door, leaning against it. She trembled, looking back at him in seeming wonder. Surely, he wasn't the first to be with her, but she had the skill to make him feel like it. He shrugged out of his leathers, conscious of her fascinated gaze on him. Maybe she liked bikers? He stepped toward her, and to her credit, she held her ground, her defiant little chin in the air, even though she looked like she wanted to bolt. The hell with trying to figure out her game, he needed her.
He stepped into her personal space, feeling drawn to her, and she gave him a smile of sweet surrender. He wondered at her vulnerability, as he pulled her into his arms. Her quick intake of breath, the way she melted her sweet body against his hard throbbing one drove the thought from his mind. One thing she couldn't lie about was her physical reaction to him.
He stroked her back, her budded nipples pressing into him, as she rolled her hips against his cock. He reveled in the signs of her feminine arousal. He pulled back to look at her, confirming the heat, in her astounding turquoise eyes. “Want to take this into the bedroom, sugar?” he asked, giving her one last chance to back out, even though it would kill him.
She nodded, nibbling her lower lip. “I wouldn't have invited you to take me to bed, if I didn't want you. I'm not a tease, Jake."
He smiled, relief surging through him, as his cock swelled even more. It would have been hard as hell to let her go, but he'd have managed it somehow. “Glad to hear it,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist to sweep her off her feet, and carry her into the bedroom.
Cyn clung to him with a shocked gasp. “You do have caveman tendencies."
"Any complaints?” he asked, smiling at her when she shook her head, her eyes shining with delight. He sat on the edge of the bed and put her on his lap, her legs straddling him, her gown going up to bare her damp, panty covered sex. It pressed provocatively against his raging cock, making him groan. “Well you've got me where you want me, Cyn. Now what?"
"A kiss,” she said, gazing at his mouth, and leaning forward to brush her lips across his.
"Oh yeah,” he muttered, then deepened the kiss, nipping her bottom lip to demand access to her sweet mouth. She opened with a gasp, and his tongue surged inside, tasting her sweetness: chocolate, and woman. Her tempting breasts pressed against him, like twin laser beams burning into his chest. He groaned, his hand slipping down between their bodies to cup her mound, making her gasp as she wriggling her lush, seductive ass on his lap.
"Like that, do you?” he said, then let out with a low masculine chuckle, loving the sound of her pleasure.
He did it again and she pulsed hot and damp against his hand, dampening it as she cried out. He growled, unzipping the back of her dress, lowering the bodice to bare every creamy inch of her breasts. Her strapless gold bra pushed them up for his delectation, and he stared at them for a heartbeat, savoring the sight. Her unvarnished arousal was a turn-on, her luscious globes trembling, as she gasped for breath. Hell, he felt as if he had run a marathon too; his heart was thudding like a crazy snare drum.
Intrigued, he rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, visible through her bra, and watched them jut out, just begging for his attention. Who was he to turn down such an invitation? “Beautiful,” he growled, pinching the buds, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging on them as she let out an extended whimper of need. Cyn pressed her needy sex tight to him, dry humping him, the pressure giving him blue balls, but he didn't care. He couldn't resist doing it again, murmuring, “That's it, Cyn, give me all your passion."
"Oh yes,” she gasped.
He bent to lap at her nipples through the bra, and she went wild, arching into him, crying out. His hand slipped down between their bodies and inside her panties to find her stiff little clit. He pressed, and she screamed, riding his hand. “That's it, sugar, fuck yourself on my finger.” She shuddered, coming in his arms, crying out his name. Jake held her dazzled. “Easy, sugar. This is only the beginning."
Cyn sagged against him, breathing hard.
He reached back to unhook her bra. “Is this what you want, Cyn?"
"More than you could possibly know,” she answered, leaning back to unbutton his shirt, trying to strip him. His shirt buttons popped, pinging onto the carpet. “Oops,” she said then giggled.
"Easy.” Taking her hands, he pushed them behind her rolling hips, giving her a little taste of restraint to see how she liked it. She ground against him, her eyes hot and defiant at being thwarted, almost unmanning him. “My little hellcat,” Jake growled. He transferred both wrists to one hand, and cupped her mound with the other. Her eyes snapped fire at him as she wailed, arching against him. He let go of her wrists, learning what he needed to know, she liked it hot.
He picked her up, reversing their positions, to lay her down on the bed, while she let out a needy whimper. “Reach up and grab the headboard,” he commanded. “Don't let go until I tell you to,” he said, watching her stunned expression. She smiled, her eyes gazing into his, as she
reached up and grabbed the spindles of the headboard. He groaned as the position thrust out her tempting tits, and pushed up her dress. He quickly stripped off her panties. “Now spread your legs for me, Cyn; show me what you want. He groaned when she obeyed him, parting her long legs to show him her perfect, pink, wet sex, her swollen clit. God, but he wanted her.
He lay down beside her, and she let out a shuddering breath, as his fingers traced a path down her slick sex to home in on her swollen clit. She cried out, closing her eyes, arching off the bed, as he played with the sensitive nub. “That's it, Cyn. Go wild for me."
Jake kept his thumb on her clit, and slipped one finger into her tight wet heat, before his little finger ghosted her anus. She quivered, as if startled by the dark caress, and then moaned, as he fucked her that way, her body clutching at him. When he couldn't take it anymore, he unzipped his pants and settled between her warm thighs.
His throbbing cock rubbed against her creamy sex, and she arched up, trying to complete their union, still clutching the headboard. He backed off an inch, seeing her moue of protest as she grumbled, her eyes squeezed shut. He wasn't going to let her reduce him to just some blind, anonymous fuck. “Look at me, Cyn,” he demanded. He watched her eyes pop open, and smiled when her steamy, pleading, gaze locked with his. That was more like it. “Do you want this?” he asked, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against her clit, making her hiss with pleasure.
"Yes,” she said, with a needy moan.
Satisfied, he groaned, trying to slow down and make it good for her, as his cock pressed tight against the pulsing entrance to her cunt. She murmured, flexing her hips up at him, but he clamped down on her, determined to control the pace, and give her the restraint she desired. She glared up at him and he smiled, slowly entering her, beads of sweat breaking out on his brow, as he gradually pressed into her tight cunt. She winced, crying out in pain, and bit her lip. He froze in place, poised at the barrier of her cherry, feeling like the biggest fool in the world as he gazed down at her and cursing when he saw her guilty expression. Now he knew why she'd seemed too innocent. The question was why she'd come onto him, like asking men to bed her was old hat. “This is your first time,” he bit out the gritty statement.
"Um, yeah,” she said, biting her lip. She wiggled against him, and tried to pull him closer.
He clamped down her tempting hips. “Why me?"
"I already told you. You're my dream man. I wanted it to be special,” she said, tears misting her eyes.
He groaned in sexual agony as he took in her frustrated gaze, her hands still clutching the headboard. His stupid cock aching for him to finish what he'd started, but he needed answers first. He was too smart not to smell a trap. “What are you trying to pull, Cyn, if that is your real name?"
* * * *
The suites door flew open, Mack and Zane entering, laughing as they talked.
"Where you at, Jake?” Mack called out.
"The bedroom door's shut, and the light is on inside the room,” Zane chimed in. “Ten to one he's with that sexy redhead."
"Well, give Detective Zane Redcloud a gold star for the missing redhead and poker buddy investigation,” Mack commented.
"Up yours,” Zane said, and laughed. “You deal."
Jake closed his eyes, praying for patience, while Cyn looked stricken underneath him, and let go of the headboard with a blush. He'd told them the game was off. At least he thought he had. He was too wrapped up in Cyn the temptress to recall the details. He glanced down at Cyn's blushing face, needing answers, as she went rigid beneath him. He wasn't bloody well going to get them right now. He bit out a curse, calling out, “Stay out there, you two knuckleheads."
He glanced back down at Cyn, saying, “Don't move. I'll take care of this interruption, and be right back. Then we'll talk. You've got a lot of explaining to do.” He rolled out of bed, feeling her fascinated gaze on his cock, as he tucked his throbbing member back in his jeans, and zipped up with a wince.
"Ouch, I bet that hurts,” she said with a wince. “It's so big.” She flicked a regretful gaze back up to his eyes. “I wish I'd been able to taste you."
He groaned, closing his eyes, trying to talk his twitching cock into behaving. “You're killing me, Cyn,” he muttered, before turning to head out into the sitting room and get rid of the guys. He didn't share women anymore, hadn't since high school, and he sure as hell wasn't sharing a choice morsel like his Cyn. He turned to soak in her seductive charms one more time. She was still sprawled out the on the bed, looking like a fiery sex goddess. Her red hair spread out on his pillow, her skirt pushed up around her hips, and her beautiful tits bared. They were like tempting strawberries waiting for him to feast on them. This wasn't over by a long shot. “Don't you dare move, you hear me?” he said, and smiled when she reached up to grip the headboard. She'd have been the perfect lover, if not for her lies. He needed to learn her secrets.
Cyn nodded, watching Jake leave her with a regretful sigh, her heart aching, along with her throbbing pussy. Step two hadn't gone off as planned, in fact, it was a total disaster, and worst of all, she was still technically a virgin. At least he'd made her cum, twice. She closed her eyes, murmuring yummy sounds, as she thought about his talented hands. Too bad, he'd been just right; he was the perfect man for her. She'd seen him tuck that hard monster back into his pants, and wince when he'd zipped up. He had what it took to satisfy a woman, and he knew what to do with it. Would he want to try again?
She listened to hearty male laughter in the next room and blushed, praying the joke wasn't on her. No. She sensed he was an honorable man, wouldn't have let herself bed him if she'd believed otherwise. But she couldn't meekly let him order her around. Stay put indeed, she couldn't risk being seen, couldn't face the repercussions. She let go of the headboard, and rolled out of bed. Straightening her clothes, she found her bra under the bed, wondering if the fairy godmothers had an out clause, something about turning back into a pumpkin at midnight.
What was Jake telling them, and why were they still here? More importantly, what the hell could she say if he came back to demand answers? An honest affair was impossible given her present situation. It was time to make a clean getaway while she still could, she decided, looking at the patio door. Where the hell were her panties? She scanned the room one more time, then gave it up, and tiptoed to the door. She slipped outside, giving the closed sitting room door a wistful look. It'd almost been perfect, but she knew the value of a strategic retreat.
Chapter 4
Jake rode his Harley down the long, dusty driveway at sunrise. He'd spent a sleepless night after Cyn had run out on him. The bed had smelled like her perfume and her sweet arousal. Who the hell was she? At least he had one clue, the gold panties in his top pocket. Now all he had to do was find the girl that filled these, he decided, with a wry humor.
Before he could concentrate on finding her, he had business to take care of. His audit of Randal Industries had turned up some improprieties. It was the reason he'd slipped into town unannounced. His father had been pragmatic enough to give him carte blanche. Of course, stopping for a drink with his buddies had threatened to blow his cover. It was worth it, it'd brought him Cyn.
He gazed at the antebellum house on the hill. It was splendid, and might just be the natural place to relocate his Scion headquarters. By contrast, the dude ranch area he pulled up to was shabby. It confirmed his intel that the ranch was in financial trouble. He cut past a broken-down pickup truck, and skidded to a halt.
Cyn, toting a large gunnysack almost as big as she was, took one look at him, tripped, and fell on her delectable ass. The feed sack toppled, ripping open. A second later, there was a thunder of little hooves. Jake did a double take when a heard of pygmy goats ran at him, weaving around his bike. He dismounted, chuckling; things were looking up. Gazing at Cyn, her red hair flowing around her, dressed in jeans and a tan blouse buttoned all the way up, probably to hide his hickey, he said, “We meet again, Cyn.” He felt sucker
punched, his body tightening with desire, his heart beating faster, as Cyn stared up at him, mouth agape.
Cyn groaned and stared at the unexpected vision of her lover as if he were a ghost, while the pygmy goats feasted on the spilled grain all around her. He looked even yummier and more dangerous this morning, stubble covering his chin, and the dark look in his eyes. It made her toes curl inside her cowboy boots. She pushed Curley and Magnolia out of the way, so she could get a better look at him. How the hell had he tracked her down? “It's CJ, and you'd better get out of here, all I have to do is scream..."
He reached down, and jerked her to her feet, pulling her into his arms as he smiled. “You were saying?"
"Scream...” she gasped, leaning into his sensual body, as she gazed at his heartbreaker's smile. Lord, if he told her to grab a hold of her headboard so he could ravish her, she'd probably do it. She needed deprogramming, fast.
"Go ahead,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her. “I remember that you're a screamer."
She moaned, as his mouth slanted over hers, going up on tiptoes, kissing him back. Her body instantly aroused, transported back to last night's earth shattering rendezvous. He'd been masterful, sexy, alluring, and all hers; and she ached for more. And she'd never got to taste him. To make up for it, she nipped his lower lip, and he growled into her mouth.
"CJ, you want us to move the ... damn it, how'd these goats get loose again?"
Cyn pushed away from Jake as her ranch foreman's voice broke through her lust-fogged mind. She gazed up at Jake, blushing at his sultry, knowing, look. “Don't think you're going to get around me with sex, JT Randal."
"I wouldn't think of it,” he said, patting her gold panties in his pocket.
She noticed them, and blushed even harder. Good grief, he'd found them. She'd been forced to run off without them last night. She spun around, just as Pedro came around the corner. The older foreman, a father figure to her, noticing her telltale blush, gave Jake a penetrating stare. “You okay, Cynthia Jean?"