by Selena Kitt
“Oh Rachel,” he moaned as she took his length, as far as she could, deep into her throat. “Oh Jesus, sweetie, go slow…fuck!”
She smiled as she came up on his cock, rubbing the head over her lips, smearing more precum there. His mouth was still busy between her legs, licking and sucking at her pussy, greedy with lust.
“Are you close?” she teased, smacking his cock lightly against her mouth and tongue.
“You have no idea,” he gasped, his voice strained. She could actually feel his thighs trembling beneath her with the effort to hold back. “Your mouth is so good.”
“Think if I made you come now, you could get hard again?” She gripped him in her hand, stroking fast, making him thrust up into her fist.
“For you?” He gave a strangled cry, a half-laugh. “I have no doubt.”
“Good.” She ran her tongue around the head, still tugging on his cock. “Because I want you to come in my mouth before you fuck me again.”
“Oh god,” he whispered against her pussy as she started to suck him in earnest, working her mouth and tongue up and down his length. He seemed to forget about her altogether for a moment, just resting his cheek against the smooth expanse of her thigh as she took him again and again into her eager mouth.
“Rachel,” he warned, his arms wrapping tightly around her hips, squeezing. “Oh god, baby, you’re gonna make me come!”
Her only response was to suck him harder, faster, cupping his balls in her hand and feeling their weight, the skin there tightening in anticipation. He was very, very close, and she wanted it, she wanted to feel him explode against her tongue, wanted to swallow every drop of his cum.
“Ohhhhh!” He finally gave in, driving his cock so deeply into the back of her throat she had no choice but to take his cum. It flooded her in hot, sticky waves and she gulped madly, trying to catch it all and not spill a drop. His cock pulsed between her lips as he emptied himself completely into her waiting mouth.
“Yum.” She turned around on him, kissing the corner of his mouth. He was still shaking with the force of his orgasm. “Now…how long do you think we have to wait?” Her hand was already grasping the softening length of his cock.
Jake groaned, barely opening his eyes to focus on her. “Suck all you want—we’ll make more.”
“I want to fuck you,” she murmured, sliding a thigh over his to straddle him, rubbing the wet flesh of her pussy into his crotch. “Just like this. Remember the limo ride?”
He held onto her hips. “Not likely to forget that ride for the rest of my life.”
“Me either.” She rocked on top of him, using the still half-hard length of his cock, rubbing it against her clit. “I come so hard when I think about it.”
“You too?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I have a little vibrator in that drawer. I use that.”
Without another word, Jake reached over and opened the night table drawer, fumbling around inside until he found it. It was small and sleek, and it hummed nicely when he turned it on.
“Here.” He handed it to her, still buzzing.
She slid it down between her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with the tip, letting out a soft moan. Jake jumped when the vibrator touched the head of his cock.
“You like that?” she asked, using the vibrator to tease them both.
Jake just moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. She could feel him getting hard again as she slipped the humming tip of the toy back and forth, around and around. Her pussy was on fire. She’d lost count of how many times she had come already but she wanted more, and she desperately wanted his cock inside of her when she came again.
“Ready for my pussy?” She grasped his length, squeezing, tugging, testing his hardness, but there was no need. He was thick and stiff and ready for her again. He just nodded, gasping when she slid down onto his length, settling herself into the saddle of his hips.
“Oh god.” Jake’s head went back, eyes closed. “I’m gonna come too fast.”
“Wanna race?” She smiled as she slipped the vibrator between her pussy lips, focusing on her clit, the sensation almost too good to bear.
“On your mark…” Jake muttered as she started to ride him, grinding her pussy down into his crotch. “Oh fuck…”
“Get set…” She squeezed her muscles hard around him, her pussy already contracting in anticipation of her orgasm. Her vibrator always made her come fast. Very fast.
“Ohhh!” He began to thrust up into her, unable to resist the sweet pulse of her pussy.
“Go,” she whispered, rolling her hips, feeling his swollen cock growing even bigger inside of her as she rode him. There was no stopping now, either of them. She moved in easy circles, making the same motion with the vibrator on her clit. Jake closed his eyes and drove up into her, the look on his face alone enough to send her over, but the anticipation was so delicious she tried to hold out, waiting, not wanting to cross the finish line yet.
“Rachel!” His eyes flew open when she slid the vibrator down to touch his shaft as well as her pussy, sliding up on him so the whole thing rubbed against them both as they fucked. “Oh god! What are you doing?”
“Winning.” She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her orgasm shook them both and she cried out with her release, her clit throbbing rapidly under the hum of the vibrator. Jake groaned and give up too, giving her a few more long, delicious, shuddering strokes before burying himself to the hilt and coming up inside her. She felt every pulse of his swollen cock as he drove up into her, pushing her toward the ceiling and making her drop the vibrator and clutch him, trying to hang on.
When they were both spent, Jake pulled her close, wrapping them up in the comforter, their bodies sheened with sweat, breath still coming fast with their effort. Rachel waited for her heart to slow, listening to Jake’s racing too under the hard muscles of his chest.
“My god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head and she remembered her hair was on the floor somewhere in the foyer.
“You better stop saying that,” she whispered, tracing a finger down to his navel. “I’m starting to believe you.”
“Good.” He chuckled. “My evil plan is working.”
“Don’t fall asleep,” she reminded him. “You have to get home for Emma.”
“Don’t worry.” He glanced at his watch, blinking his eyes, trying to focus. “We have hours to go before I sleep. And I’m going to make you come at least three more times.”
“Aiming low, are we?”
“Gimme that thing.” He grabbed for the still buzzing vibrator and Rachel squealed and tried to roll away, but he caught her and she gave up, knowing she was going to let him do whatever he wanted, for however long he wanted.
Even if her mind wasn’t ready to accept it yet, her body knew, had known since the first time he touched her—she was his.
* * * *
Rachel could barely hold the phone. It trembled in her hand as she dialed Jake’s number and she had to sit down before he answered, only on the second ring.
“Rachel?” He must have known from the caller ID because she hadn’t said a word. “Did Nina call you?”
So he knew.
“She came into the salon.” Her voice didn’t even sound like her own, too faint and far away to be real. “She said she was going to sue me. She said…she said…”
“I know, I know.” Jake swore softly. “Rachel, turn on the news.”
“Joshie.” She put her hand over the receiver and called him over. He was gathered with the other stylists, all of them buzzing like bees about the drama Nina had caused when she’d burst in and made her little scene. Thankfully they’d only had three clients in chairs at the time and the damage to Rapunzel’s had been minimal. “Turn on the TV.”
It was a flat screen on the far wall. It was hardly ever on, but occasionally they’d get busy and a client would want to watch something. Joshie did as she asked, grabbing the remote and pushing the power button.
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��What channel?” Rachel asked.
“Any local news channel.”
Her heart dropped at his words and it sank again when Joshie flipped to a local station. Nina was there, perfectly dressed, coiffed and composed, speaking into the microphone. “I’m sorry she has cancer, but that doesn’t mean she has the right to shave my daughter’s head.”
Rachel put her head on the table, whispering, “I’m going to need a lawyer.”
“I am a lawyer,” Jake reminded her.
“The salon.” She closed her eyes, feeling tears burning. “It’s over. No one will ever come here again.”
“You’re wrong.” Jake sounded angry, resolute. “I have an idea. Leave it to me. Will you leave it to me?”
“Yes.” She was remembering the night before, the way they’d been together, how she’d felt falling asleep in his arms. She hadn’t felt that calm and safe in a long time. Besides, what other choice did she have?
“Then let me rescue you.”
She gave a short, sharp laugh. “I’m not a damsel in a tower.”
“Sure you are,” he protested. “And I’m a white knight. Didn’t you see my horse parked around back?”
“I must have missed it,” she said faintly, but she was smiling. “Was it behind the BMW?”
He laughed. “Okay, hand the phone over to Joshie.”
“What?”
“Trust me,” Jake insisted.
“I do.” It was the truth. She called Joshie over and handed him the phone.
* * * *
Rapunzel’s was all over the news. There wasn’t a local news station that hadn’t picked up on it, and now even CNN and the other major news networks had sniffed out the story and started to run with it. Rachel stood in the salon, Joshie by her side, staring at the screen, incredulous.
They flashed a picture of Rachel and the two young girls, three goddesses with their bald, painted heads put together, their smiles stretched wide. Joshie had done a beautiful job, taking hours on each of them this time and adorning them with sparkles and glitter. All three looked radiant and beautiful. Even me, Rachel thought, looking at the picture in wonder.
Then it was gone, and Jake was there on the screen. “Speaking as a lawyer, I can tell you that this is a frivolous lawsuit and I’d be surprised if a judge will even hear it. Speaking as a human being, I think this whole thing is just heartless and cruel. Speaking as a father, I fully support my daughter’s decision and I’m very proud of her.”
The whole salon cheered at that.
“Rachel, this is Mandy.” Emma presented another of her classmates, this one a cheerleader with long blond hair. Rachel knew she was a cheerleader because the teen was actually wearing a cheerleading outfit. Probably for the cameras outside, Rachel realized. “She wants to get her hair cut for Locks of Love, too.”
“Hi Mandy.” Rachel smiled at the girl. “Come sign in.”
The list on the wall was growing. So was the line out the door with the professionally printed sign Jake had put up with that same picture on it, the one the news kept using—Emma and Rachel and Liv smiling, their bald painted heads pressed together. Locks of Love Drive - We’re Too Sexy For Our Hair!
It matched the billboard Jake had put up on the freeway.
“This is crazy,” Joshie called on his way by as he directed another Locks of Love donation client back to his stylist’s chair. “I think your boyfriend may have saved the salon.”
“That’s not all he saved.” She smiled, seeing Jake pushing his way through the crowd toward her.
“Did I hear something about rescuing damsels in distress?” Jake slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. She wanted more, and from the look in his eyes, she knew he did too, but there were too many people around.
“Listen, Mr. Cocky, there’s still the lawsuit to deal with,” she reminded him, but she couldn’t help smiling up at him.
“I told you to trust me,” he reminded her.
“I do.”
He nuzzled her neck, no hair in the way. “I like hearing you say those two little words.”
She gave him a sharp, surprised look. “No blue Tiffany boxes.”
“Not today.” He chuckled. “But maybe someday.”
“Maybe someday,” she conceded, whispering her response into his ear and daring, for the first time in a long time, to hope about the future.
Epilogue
“We feel very vindicated.” Jake spoke into the microphone, Rachel at his side. On his other side stood Emma and Liv, holding hands. Both girls had hair now, cute little pixies just like Rachel’s. “I’ve said since the beginning that this was a frivolous lawsuit that should have been dismissed months ago. I’m glad the judge finally saw reason.”
Rachel felt Jake’s hand slip into hers and she smiled up at him. She barely heard the questions being peppered at them.
“No, the judge didn’t award Rapunzel’s any damages,” Jake countered to one of the reporters. “We didn’t countersue for any. But the judge did say that if we had, he would have awarded them to us.”
Rachel glanced out into the crowd. Nina wasn’t there. She’d been in the courtroom but had left almost immediately after the verdict. Emma had tried to talk to her mother but she’d disappeared too quickly. Emma saw her only on the weekends. Jake’s daughter now lived full-time with her father, a request she’d had to make before yet another judge.
“That’s correct, Olivia Riley is in complete remission.” Jake smiled down at the girl and she smiled shyly back. The news had come just a few weeks ago and they’d taken the girls to Disney for the weekend to celebrate, their choice. “So I guess everyone gets a happy ending after all.”
“What about Ms. Lange?” one of the reporters inquired. Rachel’s head came up at the mention of her name.
Jake’s smile faltered as he glanced down at her. “Well, we’re still waiting for test results, but we’re hopeful…”
Rachel leaned in to the microphone, her heart thudding in her chest. She hadn’t planned this. She’d wanted to wait until after this whole court thing was over to sit both Emma and Jake down to tell them the news. But somehow this just seemed right.
“Actually, I heard from the doctor yesterday.” Rachel cleared her throat and spoke into the microphone, wincing a little at the sudden feedback. Jake’s hand tightened in hers and she glanced up at him, seeing the blindsided look on his face. Her eyes filled with tears. “It seems this happy ending thing must be catching because he told me my cancer is in remission too.”
The crowd around them exploded with cheers and applause—it was even louder than the first wave, when they’d just come out of the courtroom. Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed her so hard she could barely breathe.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered harshly against her ear, hugging her tight.
“I just did,” she gasped as he held her at arm’s length, his eyes drinking her in, looking at her as if she might disappear at any moment. Emma and Liv were around them, jumping up and down and hugging them both at turns. “Surprise.”
“Daddy’s got a surprise for you too,” Emma whispered as her arms went around Rachel’s neck, but the teen spoke too loudly. Jake heard and shot her a warning glance. “Oops.”
“Surprise? What surprise?” Rachel asked, not realizing they were so close to the microphone.
The reporters heard the word and started asking the same question. Soon the crowd caught on and started chanting, “Sur-prise! Sur-prise! Sur-prise!” Jake flushed and stammered into the microphone, but it was hard to resist pressure like that.
“Okay, okay!” he relented, turning to Rachel in front of the crowd. “Rachel, I have to ask you something.”
“What?” she asked, puzzled. She didn’t fully understand, although she had hoped, had held fast to that hope for months. They both had. “Jake? What are you doing?”
“Loving you,” he replied simply.
Then she did understand, and the hope that had settled in her heart,
right under the dove pendant Jake had given her months ago, took flight in her chest as he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a blue Tiffany’s box.
Then, like a magician, he got down on one knee and turned hope into something with wings.
RED
It was one of those weeks that tease you, pretending spring was really here. Back in Nebraska, the tender shoots of flowers might even be fooled into popping their buds up through the soil, seeking warmth. They would be disappointed and wither a week later, unable to turn back and now unable to go forward, frozen in place, stunted. It made Mae think of home with a painful twist in her belly, and she almost wished again for the cold and damp.
But her body yearned for sun, betraying her heart, and the warmth brightened her mood, in spite of herself. Mae found herself humming as she spread the homemade rye bread with a thick layer of mayonnaise and followed that with splotches of mustard, upon which she stacked ham, bologna and salami so high Dagwood himself would have been envious. Her one window was open wide, and although the sound of the city eighteen stories below was nothing like the soft bray of the horses or the bleating of the young lambs at home, the air was a cool reminder of the real warmth soon to come. Spring came, even here, in the concrete jungle of New York City.
Sandwiches made, wrapped them in waxed paper and slipped them into the basket at her feet. A glass-lined thermos filled with lemonade, two ripe tomatoes for her, and a bag of those yummy new Lay’s potato chips. She was practically addicted to them. There were also two moist, chocolate cupcakes for dessert spread with fluffy white cream, and two cloth napkins—white with an embroidered monogram and delicate lace edges in which she’d carried home pastries from her grandmother’s house.
She took a dizzying glance down at the street before she reluctantly shut the window above the sofa. The apartment was an L-shape with living room, dinette and kitchen, and a small bedroom she barely fit a twin bed and dresser into. It had a window, but she had discovered it painted shut. No amount of complaint had motivated the landlord to action, however, and her strength was no match for the stuck window.