AintNoAngel

by J L Taft

  But then he started noticing other things, like her ass cupped in his lap and her boob pressed against him. Oh shit, his cock sprang to life, hard and hot in seconds. With no way of hiding it he looked down at her apologetically.

  * * * * *

  Jessie was surprised when he pulled her into his arms and held her while she cried. He didn’t ask any questions that she couldn’t answer and she greedily soaked up the feel of him. She had no idea how long they sat there like that before she felt a hard heat under her bottom and through her jeans.

  Lifting her head to look at him, she said, “There seems to be an uprising going on here.”

  His mouth lifted in a smirk. “Seems that way.”

  She knew it was evil but she couldn’t help shimmying just a little in his lap. His eyes closed briefly and a low, soft groan escaped his lips. The sound caught her off guard and it gave her belly a slow roll.

  She took a few seconds to gaze at him up close in the sunshine. Long, dark lashes framed his gray eyes that had flecks of green in them. His jaw and cheeks were covered in dark stubble. Her fingers lifted and she traced them along his chin and down his neck then up to run over his smooth head.

  His gaze roamed over her face and down over her breasts and her nipples hardened in response, pushing very obviously against her tank top. His eyes shot back to hers. “Seems you have a little of your own uprising going on.”

  Chuckling with him, she laid her head back on his chest. “What do you suggest we do about that, Travis?”

  He remained quiet until she looked back at him. His stare was pained. “You know we can’t do anything about it, Jessie girl.”

  Suddenly it came over her what she was doing, trying to seduce a man who didn’t want to be seduced. She had asked him to protect her and she knew he would do it and she shouldn’t be asking for more. Leaping from his lap, she dashed into the house and up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her.

  * * * * *

  Travis sat for a minute, breathing heavy and trying to regain control of his raging hard-on. She was so tempting he didn’t know how he was going to hold out against her. He wanted her, bad, and she wanted him too but he couldn’t let his head get all muddled with a female right now.

  He had figured that being with her a couple times would ease the sharp edge of need but really it had only made it worse.

  He needed to stick to the plan.

  Catch Cyrus and somehow prove he had murdered Candy Marsh and keep him from ever getting near Jessie again. Then he could move on and leave all this behind him.

  Running his hands over his head, he took several deep breaths and wondered what she had been so upset about. He would never forget the lost look on her face.

  Glancing down, he saw the sheet of paper that she had been clutching lying on the porch floor. He read it.

  From Cyrus, obviously, but no signature and it gave no clue where he was. His eyebrows shot up and he whistled through his teeth at the amount he was asking for. Ten grand. It was a lot, but nowhere near worth a human life, let alone Jessie’s.

  Cyrus was a bastard and Travis was either going to send him to jail or to the morgue. Then Jessie would be free too.

  Free to have a life and to meet someone, get married and have some kids.

  But when he pictured her with someone else his blood went hot and raging.

  He had hurt her by turning her down but she didn’t know how much he was suffering too. Maybe he should just explain his reasons a little better.

  It might break the ice that had built up between them this weekend. After all he shouldn’t be avoiding someone he was trying to stay close to so he could protect her.

  Going inside and up the stairs, he went to her bedroom door and pushed it open. He stopped dead in his tracks. His still-half-hard cock came back full force at the sight before him.

  * * * * *

  Jessie had been embarrassed for all of two minutes before she got pissed. Who needed him anyway? She was perfectly capable of taking care of things herself. And she was about to prove it.

  She was still hot and bothered from sitting in his lap and feeling his hard cock under her ass. She pushed her jeans down her hips and, leaving them at her knees, lay down on the bed. Popping her breasts out of the top of her tank, she pinched her nipples and imagined his tongue on her instead.

  Moaning his name, she ran her fingers down her belly and between her legs. She was already wet and dripping and her fingers slid over her sweet spot. Oh how she wanted him. Flickers went over in her mind of him with his shirt off, loading the mulch, as she continued to rub, the image taking her higher.

  She rubbed back and forth, her fingers going faster and her hips coming off the bed.

  “Travis…” she groaned as her body quaked and she reached her peak, exploding from within and making her legs tremble.

  Coming back down slowly, she realized that her fingers were a poor substitute for Travis. Sitting up, she tried to jiggle her boobs back in place.

  Then she saw him frozen in the doorway and she could feel the heat blaze immediately over her face. Oh shit! He really did not just watch her do that. Oh. My. God. She had panted out his name!

  The last thing she wanted was for him to know how much she thought about him and use it in some way against her.

  She didn’t know what to do and it seemed neither did he. He hadn’t moved a muscle.

  “I… Um…” She just didn’t know what to say. She had just gotten caught with her pants down, literally.

  Jerking the blanket up off the bed, she covered herself. It seemed to snap him out of it because he blinked.

  Clearing his throat, he took a step farther in. His eyes darkened, his jaw clenched and for a moment she thought he was mad. Her mind scrambled for a way out of the most awkward situation of her life.

  He appeared to come to a decision and, nodding his head once, he entered the rest of the way in and kicked the door closed behind him.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was high and nervous even to her own ears.

  He didn’t say anything as he stalked to stand over her bed, catching her eye as his hand closed over the blanket she was holding to her chest. Slowly he pulled it from her grasp, his eyes never leaving hers, giving her plenty of time to stop him.

  Why, she didn’t know.

  Grasping her hand, he pulled her to her feet in front of him. He bent his head and ran his nose along her neck, sending little shivers of awareness through her.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m finding you very hard to resist. And I wouldn’t dream of leaving a woman hanging after she moaned my name like you just did.”

  His hands were at her sides now, his fingers trailing along her skin, leaving her panting. She was finding it hard to breathe and her legs were still unsteady. She couldn’t bring herself to look at his face, embarrassed beyond belief.

  “Hey.” His voice trembled along her skin and, lifting her chin, he captured her gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed. I can’t tell you that I’m sorry but I can tell you that it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Jessie didn’t believe him. Not for a minute. But she couldn’t help her body’s reaction to his words.

  “You don’t believe me?” He was searching her face, looking for an answer when she still remained mute. “Do you want me to prove it?”

  Did she? She wasn’t sure but before she gave herself too much time to think about it she nodded.

  “Say it, Jessie. Do you want me to prove it?” His fingers held her chin in place so she couldn’t look away.

  Damn him, she didn’t want to admit it. He had turned her down not a half hour ago and now he had changed his mind? But it was not the time to back down.

  “Yes, prove it.” She said it like the challenge it was and she watched, mesmerized, as his gray eyes darkened and lowered to her exposed breasts. She flushed again as she felt her nipples go hard and puckered.

  Then his mouth closed over one tight peak and she gra
bbed his shoulder for support. Her other hand came up as he moved to the other side, her knees went weak and he pushed her backward on the bed.

  Surprised, she bounced once before he was on her, lavishing generous attention on her breasts. Back and forth, one peak and then the next, everything else faded away and she moaned loud and low.

  Making his way down her belly, he stopped to stick his tongue in her navel, causing everything to clench.

  “I like you moaning my name. I’m going to make you do it again.” His mouth got lower and hovered over her little patch of strawberry curls as he spoke. His warm, wet tongue connected with her clit and her hips jerked off the bed.

  Oh god. He knew just the right spot and within seconds she was a quivering mass. Sucking her into his mouth, he fluttered his tongue over her and she came, hard, her juices flowing and her hips grinding against his face. His name escaped her lips and she felt him smile.

  * * * * *

  She didn’t know how much time had passed as she lay there, her eyes closed and her body still trembling. Travis lifted his head from where he had been resting it on her thigh.

  Opening her eyes, she saw him smirking. “Good for you?” he asked.

  Numbly she nodded and sat up. His smile was contagious. She felt her own lips curve and he responded with a full grin. It transformed his face and she blinked in surprise. He really was gorgeous.

  He stood and held out his hand and pulled her to her feet. Gently he pulled her jeans up over her hips and did them up then situated her breasts back in her tank top.

  He took a step back and, closing his eyes briefly, reached down to adjust the bulge in his jeans. The very large bulge in his jeans. Her eyes flew to his and he grinned again.

  “I told you.” He was awfully smug about the fact that she had moaned his name out again.

  “Yes, you did.” Looking at her watch she groaned. She was so late. “Come on, we have to get to work.”

  Opening the door for her, he followed her out. “Yes, ma’ am.” She giggled as they headed for the truck. Everything felt better with him next to her.

  * * * * *

  He had made his own bed and now he had to sleep in it. He had worked beside her all day, visions of her that morning on her bed keeping him distracted. It didn’t help that he would catch her staring at him from under her lashes every now and then.

  Brad and Marc worked with them and they had gotten a lot done, landscaping a large yard. It had been more years than he wanted to count since he had done anything like this and even then it had been contracting, not landscaping. But he had to admire Jessie’s vision when it came to design.

  She was smart and funny, making him chuckle along with her and not once during the day did he feel like an outsider. They had accepted him into their fold quickly and it was nice to be a part of something that didn’t end with someone behind bars.

  They knew each other well enough to joke around but he had noticed how Marc and Brad had watched over her throughout the day. They were loyal to her and he wondered if they had any idea about her past. Or if they just cared about her.

  He had never known a gay couple before. Most of the time they were just guys. But then Marc would grab Brad’s ass or their hands would touch as they passed each other. It was different, especially for someone who hadn’t been around it before.

  But they were both nice guys and they were good to Jessie and that was all Travis cared about.

  Once he had caught Jessie watching them as they touched and flirted with each other. Her face had been sappy and sad. But then she had noticed him looking at her and had turned away.

  She deserved more than this.

  More than a simple sexual relationship. She was a wonderful woman. The kind who any man could respect and he was just going to end up holding her back. He wasn’t cut out for the long term.

  But damn if he could turn her away. He had never gotten a woman off and not taken what he wanted. Ever.

  He tried his damnedest to think of a time with a woman when he had been so selfless while he helped Marc sink a new tree. Nothing came to mind that was even remotely close.

  When they were done for the day he jumped in Jessie’s old pickup. He couldn’t help watching her as she drove them back to the house. Her hands were small but capable on the steering wheel of her truck. They were gentle and efficient when she worked with her plants but he had felt the bite of her nails on his back and had seen the way she held her gun.

  She wasn’t going to back down easily.

  It made him think about her tumbling into his arms with a gun in her hand. She was a contradiction. Soft, womanly body but nerves of steel. She needed him for sex and to make her feel protected but what happened after that?

  He wondered what she would have done if they hadn’t met that night at the bar.

  Who would she have called? He looked her way but she was staring straight ahead. After everything that had happened between them she acted as if she was still embarrassed about this morning. But he understood. He was damn shocked himself. Even if it wasn’t for the same reason.

  He was still no closer to a decision on what to do with her. He knew that she wanted him in her bed. He could see it in her eyes every time she looked at him.

  This whole situation was out of his realm of experience. He didn’t get involved with clients. The last woman he had been seeing he had met at a club and they had kinky sex for two months before it faded out.

  He was used to being in charge when it came to women. It was easy to keep them at arm’s length. But Jessie was different. He didn’t like that he had no idea what was going to happen.

  She wasn’t just some pretty woman looking for a good time. Her life was at stake and it added a little something more to everything they did together.

  It was a dangerous game he was playing but he had gone too far already to back out now, especially when he swore he could still taste her. He couldn’t just shut off wanting her and she had made it obvious that she wanted him too.

  He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans. He could smell her scent in the close confines of the truck cab and it was driving him insane.

  He casually rested his arm of the back of the seat, putting his fingers at the nape of her neck. He heard her take a deep breath but she didn’t object to his touch.

  Smiling slightly to himself, he tangled his fingers in her ponytail hanging down her back. She ignored him and kept her eyes on the road. Her hair was unlike anything he had ever seen, long and curly, but it was the color that got him. It looked like a dark-red until the sunlight hit it and then it shimmered like there were strands of gold mixed in.

  Weaving his fingers through it, he watched as it slid over his hand like silk. He always did have a thing for women who had beautiful hair and she was no different.

  He didn’t remove his hand when she pulled up in front of the house. Shutting the truck off, she turned her head slightly to look at him and he could see she was more affected than she wanted him to know. Her cheeks were pink and her breasts were heaving.

  Reaching out and grabbing the underside of her thigh, he pulled her into his lap. She came willingly. He couldn’t stop the growl that sounded in his chest as she settled between his legs.

  He used one hand to pull the elastic band from her hair so it spilled out over her shoulders, and the other to hold her against his chest. His fingers weaved themselves in the hair at her nape and used it to tug her face closer to his.

  Catching her beautiful blue gaze, he knew that this kiss would be different. That the battle he had been fighting to avoid being with her had been dying a slow death. He knew that once he gave in now, it would all change but it was one battle he was willing to lose.

  Holding her gaze, he lowered his mouth and pressed it to her lips.

  Chapter Eight

  Jessie was swept away by his firm lips and seeking tongue. His hands came up to cup her face and tilt it for better access.

  She
rested her hands on his chest as he continued his assault on her mouth. His tongue went deeper and she groaned, his voice matching hers.

  When she could no longer catch her breath he pulled back just enough to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. His mouth was amazing, applying just enough pressure to make her quiver and her belly erupt in butterflies.

  Reaching her shoulder, he stopped to gaze into her face. “We have a problem, don’t we, Jessie girl?”

  “What problem would that be, Travis? The fact that a psycho wants to kill me for something I didn’t do? Or the fact that I’ve dragged you into this and we have no idea when or if Cyrus will even show up here?”

  “That’s not what I meant,” he said as he laid his forehead against hers. “I’m talking about the agreement we made and how I’m not going to be able to keep my promise to you.”

  “What promise?”

  “The promise to keep my hands off you.”

  “What about all that talk about protecting me and not having any distractions?”

  “You are a distraction either way.” He let out a deep breath and Jessie suddenly felt guilty. What if he ended up hurt because of her?

  She shouldn’t have pushed him. He was right and she had brought him here to help her, not to be her fuck buddy.

  Scooting off his lap and back to her side of the truck, she could feel his eyes boring into her.

  “You’re right, Travis. I need you to protect me and you can’t do that when we’re…you know.”

  He ran a hand down his face before staring at her again. “So you’re telling me that you understand me now but you didn’t this morning?”

  Jessie hesitated for a minute before she answered him. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

  She saw the confusion on his face and didn’t know what to say to erase it. She just couldn’t take the chance that he would get hurt. He had become something special to her in the short time that they had spent together.

  Even if he had just been that man to give her peace of mind so she could sleep at night. Or the only man who seemed to be able to give her an orgasm with no effort whatsoever.