Cindy Revisited

by Honey Jans

  "Honey, you've got me.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. “All night long."

  "Mmmm,” she said, kissing his jaw. “That sounds great. Why don't you put me down, and get naked for me?"

  "I'm starting to think you just see me as a sex object,” he said with a grin, as he set her down on the floor.

  "Now whatever gave you that idea, stud?” she asked, batting her eyes at him.

  "This,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

  Letting out a sigh of surrender when his mouth came down to claim hers, Cyn melted against him. She kissed him back, her tongue mating with his, and then felt his hand pull down her zipper. She groaned into his mouth when he slid the straps off her shoulders and the dress slipped down between their bodies, hitting the floor. She pulled back to try to frown at him. “You've got to stop doing that."

  "Stripping you? Never gonna happen, sugar. I think both of us naked is a great idea."

  She smiled as hr stripped her and then ogled him when he pulled off his clothes. “Very nice,” she said, eyeing him. She noticed the variety of sex toys on top of the dresser. “I see you've been shopping."

  "Uh huh, I believe in being prepared."

  "A regular boy scout, aren't you?” She walked over to pick up the tubes of oral sex gel. The heat in his twinkling eyes made her shiver. “What's your pleasure, strawberry or coconut?"

  "My pleasure is you,” he said, stalking up to her, and taking the tubes of gel out of her hands. “You know this lube has another purpose."

  She gave him a sly look, intrigued. “Really? Tell me more."

  He opened the coconut gel, and smiled, noting her intrigued look.

  Cyn's mouth watered in anticipation. Did he want her to go down on him again? The question was answered a moment later when he squeezed a dollop of gel onto her left nipple. The horny, cold-hot feeling made her moan, shooting straight through her and making her toes curl. He smiled, bending to take her budded nipple into his mouth, as she whimpered. The heat of his mouth made her eyes roll back in her head. She let out a cry as he drew hard on her tingling coconut-flavored peak. Her knees went weak, as she pressed close to his hard body.

  Pushing her back against the dresser, Jake let out a macho growl, then thrust his thigh up against her sex to brace her in place and kept on sucking. Grinding her pussy against his hair-roughened thigh, Cyn whimpered at the delightful twin arousals. Jake was relentless, drawing harder on her nipple, his rough tongue laving the tortured peak. Her eyes closed, and she completely let herself go. Instantly, a dollop of cold gel covered her other nipple. She moaned, knowing what was coming as Jake gave her throbbing left nipple a last lick.

  Stiffening in anticipation, she didn't know if she could handle it without melting into a puddle of need. Her body tightened. The gel-covered right nipple burned with fire and ice as she waited for what felt like forever for him to take it in his mouth. Instead, he blew on it. “Oh,” she cried as a heat wave drew it tighter, and his mouth closed over it. Little mewling noises poured out of her mouth as her sex went into spasm, flutters tightening her pussy. She gasped, stiffening, crying out Jake's name as she came.

  Jake released her nipple with a little kiss on its tip, and pulled her into his arms. “How's that for starters?"

  "Delightful and exhausting,” Cyn said, leaning into his strong embrace, spent, but still hungry. She smiled, then nibbled his ear, in love and lust with him. He was all she needed. Jake picked her up, holding her tight, as if she were light as a feather. Cyn hung on tight, wrapping her arms around his neck, while her legs wrapped around his waist. Her sex pressed against his washboard abs, the tingling of arousal returned, and she realized this wasn't over by a long shot.

  Cupping her ass, Jake squeezed, and she let out a little giggle.

  "Are you fixing to ride me, cowboy?"

  "What do you think?” Jake asked, holding her in a secure grip as he carried her to the bed and laid her down. His hot gaze made her burn as he looked down at her. Silently begging for him, she arched her hips and spread her legs. She lay exposed, basking in his obvious delight. It felt so right to have this man think she was special.

  "Perfect,” he whispered.

  Knowing he meant the words opened up a piece of her heart, she'd kept guarded. She watched him pick up the lube and trembled. “Oh, please.” She needed him inside her now.

  His mouth kicked up in a knowing grin as he squeezed a line of gel onto her bare pussy, putting an extra dollop on her swollen clit. Cyn let out a needy gasp, as Jake knelt between her quivering thighs and flicked a long stroke of his rough tongue up her pussy. Arching toward his tantalizing tongue, she whimpered, her legs shaking, her sex spasming. He sucked the swollen nubbin of her clit into his hot mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came, screaming his name.

  With a growl, he surged up her trembling body, thrusting into her contracting pussy. He pulled almost out of her and surged back into her to the hilt. Her hips snapped up to meet his fevered thrusts, her clit rubbing against his rock-hard shaft.

  He groaned, his hands cupping her ass to hold her closer to him as he thrust harder and deeper.

  Cyn cried out as her body shook and everything tightened inside her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trapping him to her as her body shook. Deep spasms tugged his hot hard cock as her pleasure peaked. Waves of orgasm pulsed through her as she exploded, seeing stars behind her closed eyelids. Jake thrust fiercely into her once more and went still, coming hard against her cervix.

  After a moment, he rolled them over so that her limp body lay atop his. Cyn sighed with completion, as his big hands stroked her back. Wrapped around him, she felt safe and loved. She wanted to stay that way forever. When she felt his cock stirring again, she raised her head to give him a questioning look. “Again?"

  "I'm insatiable when it comes to you, sugar.” He chuckled and opened the drawer in the nightstand.

  Cyn sat astride him and watched him curiously. “What other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Randal?” She watched him pull the small vibrator out of the drawer and quivered. “Just what do you think you're going to do with that?"

  "How about this?” he said, buzzing her left nipple.

  Cyn cried out at the pleasure, her head tipping back, as his cock grew harder inside her driving her crazy.

  "I love that sound, sugar,” he said, then let out with a warm male chuckle, and buzzed the other nipple.

  Cyn trembled, moaning; grinding against him, making him groan.

  Jake moved the vibrator's tip down to buzz her clit.

  Cyn whimpered, lifting up a bit to give him better access. He kept thrusting his cock up into her as he teased her throbbing clit.

  Thrusting harder and deeper, he groaned, “That's it, sugar, take me."

  Impaled on his once more hard cock, she trembled, contracting around him, ripples of pleasure fluttering through her sex as she came.

  Grasping her hip tight with one hand, Jake surged up into her, and buzzed her anus. She screamed, her orgasm harder, as he slipped the head of the vibrator inside her rippling ass. She whimpered, coming again, sobbing with release as she met his fierce thrusts, her body tugging at his cock.

  Jake came with a growl, calling her name.

  Cyn collapsed against him and he held her tight. She felt warmed, bathed in the afterglow, as she sprawled on top of his hard muscular chest listening to his thundering heartbeat slow. She lifted her head and smiled at him. “That was—"

  "Hot,” he said, his hand slipping down to cup her ass.

  Reveling in the warm feeling, she thought how right it felt to be in his arms.

  Chapter 16

  Jake escorted Cyn into the minimum-security penitentiary's day room to see her father, despite her objections. After what happened last night, he wasn't about to let her face this alone. He stayed at her side, still not convinced she was out of danger.

  "You don't need to come in with me,” she said, when the guard mo
tioned her to the visitor's room.

  "I'm going.” He took her elbow, withstanding her frown. He knew she was trying to be strong, and wanted to protect her family, but he wasn't going to step aside.

  He walked with her into the large empty room with tables and chairs. Carl Taylor sat at one on the tables, tall and burly with salt-and-pepper hair, and horn-rimmed glasses. A pleased expression lit up the man's gray eyes when he saw Cyn. Then he noticed Jake at her side and his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

  "Dad,” Cyn said with a smile, rushing over to hug her father.

  He stood then wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. He looked over her head at Jake. “Is this the dude who's been compromising you?"

  Cyn pulled back with a gasp. “Who told you that?” She let out a disgusted groan. “Don't tell me, I already know, Cordial."

  "She's your step-momma, honey. She's just looking out for your best interests."

  Jake saw Cyn's shattered expression, and felt his gut twist. He took a step forward. “You don't know what you're talking about, mister."

  "Like hell,” Carl glowered back at him.

  Cyn scowled. “Will you two calm down the testosterone display? Dad, this is Jake Randal. He's my, ah ... boyfriend. And for the record, we're compromising each other."

  Jake grinned at Cyn's feisty comeback, relieved that she hadn't tried to deny him, but boyfriend didn't even touch what they shared.

  "Silas Randal's boy, the juvenile delinquent who blew town when he turned of age?"

  "That's me,” Jake said dryly.

  "And just what are your intentions toward my daughter, young man?"

  "Dad,” Cyn said with a gasp, blushing.

  "They're completely honorable, sir, unlike some others I could mention.” He watched the older man go stiff as he digested that information.

  "What happened?” he asked.

  "Nice way of letting me handle it,” Cyn complained, giving Jake a frown.

  Jake met her gaze with a nonrepentant stare.

  She sighed and turned back to her father. “The thing is, Dad, something has happened, and...."

  "Show him the land contract,” Jake cut in.

  "I was getting to that,” she snapped, and pulled out the document. “There's been a swindle going on with Randal Industries expansion plans. They've been scamming properties away from people while ripping off Jake's dad."

  "I didn't sign this.” Carl stared at the document.

  "I told you so,” Cyn said triumphantly.

  Jake saw her pleased glow and waited for the bad news when he saw her father tense. He was damned good at reading people and the man had something to hide.

  "But, honey, I might have if I'd been presented with this offer. You say it's bogus."

  "Phony as the paper it's written on,” Jake cut in, meeting the older man's troubled gaze.

  "What do you mean you might have taken it?” Cyn asked, her jaw dropping.

  Carl took off his glasses, and gave her an apologetic look. “Honey, I'm no rancher, you know that. My stint in this country club with bars proves it. I've been thinking about selling up. I've a job waiting for me in Dallas if I want it. And I'll have the girls’ college tuition to front, creditors to pay off, all of which takes cash that I don't have. Besides, Cordial isn't happy, as this proves. The signature is hers."

  "You'd be willing to testify to that in a court of law?” Jake cut in.

  Carl gave him a brittle smile. “Not a chance in hell. I love my wife..."

  "But you can't sell,” Cyn cut in. “The Double T is in your blood."

  "Not mine, honey, maybe yours. It's why I put you in charge; let you get it out of your system. I miscalculated, I'm sorry. Cheer up. When I get out, you can go back to your old life, your studio. I know you miss it, and you're wearing yourself out."

  "Who told you that, Cordial?"

  "No, Pedro. He's been sending me weekly reports."

  Jake smiled, pleased her father had been proactive in looking after her. “Good thinking."

  Cyn flicked him an annoyed glance. “I knew there were spies around the place."

  "Yeah, and most of them are on your side. I also heard about the letters."

  "Damned blabbermouth."

  "I've already gone to the police,” Jake cut in. “I've taken steps to keep Cyn safe."

  Carl gave him a slow assessing look. “That's not what my wife says, but then she's biased. She's desperate to make good matches for our daughters while she can. Not on my watch."

  "Dad, I've never heard you talk this way before."

  "I know and it's my fault that we haven't been close. I mean to take steps to rectify that, if you'll let me."

  "Of course I will,” Cyn put her hand over her dad's on the table.

  "Take care of her, young man,” Carl said, giving Jake a steely look.

  "I promise to.” Jake took a business card out of his pocket. “Call this number if you want to sell the ranch. I'll see that you get top dollar for it.” He saw the realization in the older man's gaze, and despair in Cyn's.

  "Time's up.” The guard came in.

  * * * *

  Cyn was silent on the ride back to the ranch. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that her father wanted to sell up and move on. She didn't understand why ranching wasn't in his blood, but she was forced to acknowledge it was true. And now Jake was going to be instrumental in the sale. Hell, maybe she could come visit after he moved in. She didn't know how to feel about that, sad, angry, or glad that it wasn't going to be demolished by Randal Industries.

  Jake pulled into the driveway and up to the ranch house. She looked at him questioningly.

  "We might as well get this over with."

  She nodded, realizing he was right. She had to confront Cordial and get it all out into the open, if she was going to survive until her father was released. She got out of the vehicle and made her way up to the front door, walking under the front portico. She wasn't going to slip in the back door like usual. Why should she act like a second-class family member? She frowned when Jake fell into step at her side, but couldn't deny that she drew strength from him.

  She rang the doorbell, and Juanita answered it. She swept a glance over them, and smiled, then noticed Cyn's pale face. “Oh my, what happened? Is it true that the police were called to your cabin last night?"

  "It's true,” Jake said. “Who told you?"

  "I heard Cordial and the girls talking. Pedro and I have been worried about you all day."

  "I'm sorry,” Cyn said, giving her a hug. “I should have realized you'd fret and given you a call when we left. Don't worry, I'm fine. We stayed the night out by the lake, and just got back from visiting Dad. I need to see Cordial. Is she in?"

  "She's in the study."

  "Excellent.” Cyn walked inside. “This way,” she told Jake, leading the way through the foyer and down the hall to her father's study. “You think you can follow my lead this time?” she asked him, seeing his rueful smile.

  "Have at it, sugar. I'm just here as muscle."

  Hunky looking muscle she decided, gazing at his sexy body. There was a grimly determined look on his handsome face. The rogue wasn't likely to take a calm, reasonable, tone. “See that you do,” she said in a low tone when they reached the open doorway to the wood-paneled study. Jake's Scion headquarters would look right at home in here, she decided with a sigh and focused on Cordial sitting at the desk wearing her reading glasses and pouring over some paper. Cyn tapped on the door.

  "For the last time, no, you can't go to Europe for the gap season, Tiffany!” Cordial snapped, not bothering to look up.

  "It's not Tiffany,” Cyn said, watching Cordial freeze. “And for the record, I told her the same thing when she mentioned her hair-brained scheme."

  Cordial opened the desk drawer and quickly slipped the document into it before she shot a worried look up at her. “What are you doing here? And why did you bring him?"

  "I came for some answers to some difficult
questions,” Cyn said, noting her stepmother's guilty look. “And Jake's just here as backup."

  "And muscle,” Jake said with a pirate's grin. “Don't forget muscle."

  "If you think you two can come in here and threaten me and my position, you're dead wrong.” She glared at the two of them.

  "Is that the message you were trying to send when you trashed Cyn's clothes, and left your calling card behind last night?” Jake fixed her with a fierce stare.

  Cordial bit her lip. “Calling card?"

  "A knife."

  "Oh god,” Cordial said with a shocked gasp.

  Cyn let out a relieved sigh. “You didn't do it."

  "Of course I didn't do it. What do you take me for?"

  "A cheat and a fraud,” Jake cut in.

  "How dare you?” Her hands shook as she put them in her lap.

  Cyn frowned at Jake, silently telling him to back off. “Hell of a job of letting me take charge, honey."

  "I won't idly sit by and let that conniving bitch use you anymore."

  Cyn couldn't tear her gaze off Jake's sincere one. That he was her champion filled her with joy. She turned to look at Cordial who was glowering at them. “Tell us about your deal with North Star Development,” she demanded, and was shocked when Cordial's haughty expression fell.

  Her head hanging low, Cordial sniffed back a tear, grumbling, “So he went ahead and ratted me out, damn it. I should have known not to trust him. After all, who in their right mind trusts a blackmailer?"

  "A blackmailer?” Cyn repeated, shocked by the disclosure. It all made sense, her stepmother's sudden change. Cyn laid the land contract on the desk. “Did you sign this?"

  "Yes, damn you, I had no choice. He threatened to muddy our good name, make sure the girls didn't make advantageous matches. I had to sign."

  "It's okay.” Cyn let out a sigh when Cordial burst into tears.

  "No it's not,” Jake cut in. “What about the threats you've been receiving?"

  "Threats?” Cordial looked up, blinking away tears.

  "Poison pen letters, slashed clothes. Who's doing it?"