Hot On Her Trail - Hell Yeah 2

by Sable Hunter

  “But our circumstances are completely different. Jacob didn’t have a choice about this baby. I show up on his doorsteps and tell him about a lab error that may have made him a father. No normal man would want to be forced into fatherhood, but Jacob’s heart is as big as Texas. I am so afraid that he feels sorry for me and will just marry me out of some misplaced sense of obligation.” Suddenly, it was all too much. Jessie felt overwhelmed. Laying her head on the table, she gave into her tears.

  Jacob walked in at the door and heard Jessie crying. What was wrong? Laying packages on the couch in front of the fireplace, he hurried to the kitchen, roses in hand. Meeting Libby’s eyes, he gave her a questioning look. Libby mouthed, ‘She needs you,’ and left them alone.

  Leaning into her, he pushed he hair aside and kissed her neck. “What in the world do you have to be sad about, baby? If you’d just tell me what’s wrong, I’ll make it right – I promise.”

  Absolute adoration bubbled up inside Jessie. Twisting in her chair, she allowed Jacob to embrace her. “Hormones,” she whispered tearfully.

  Jacob kissed her tears away. “Are you sure, angel? You can tell me anything. If somebody made you mad, I’ll take ’em out to the woodshed for you.”

  “No, everybody’s been very good to me,” she said on a choked little sob.

  “As they should be; you’re so sweet I wanna sop you up with a biscuit.” He let his lips slide over her neck, thoughts of making love to her paramount in his mind. “I brought you a surprise.” When she opened her eyes, he presented her with the roses.

  Jessie held out her hands in wonder. “For me?” she looked at him, sure she had misunderstood.

  “Now, who else would they be for? You’re my best girl, baby.”

  His voice was so warm and loving, Jessie almost started crying again. She took the roses and hugged them to her, careful not to bruise any of the delicate petals. “I never thought that I would be given roses.” she said in a hushed tone.

  Jacob was, once more, amazed that this beautiful woman seemed so untouched by male attention. Were all the men that had ever met her fools? “Let me find you a vase and we’ll put them in some water. Where do you want to take them: to our room, or do you want to leave them on the dining table?”

  Shyly she answered, echoing his phrasing, “to our room, please.”

  Jacob filled the vase and Jessie, lovingly, arranged the roses. “Come on, I have more surprises for you.”

  She had no idea what to expect. When she saw the boxes and bags on the couch she didn’t know what to think. “What are these?”

  He gathered them up and led her to his room. “Clothes.”

  Spreading them out on the bed, he began taking each piece out. There were elegant pantsuits, slinky dresses, playwear and even a robe. “You shouldn’t have bought me these things,” she admonished him humbly.

  “I told you that I would take care of you. This is part of my job.” Jacob took her chin in his strong hand, tilting her face up to his. The planes of his face were so precious to her, she let her eyes caress each handsome feature. “Don’t you know you’re worth all of this and a million times more?” Covering her mouth with his, he drank from her lips. After a few seconds, he pulled her close, his massive erection a firebrand between them. “Hell, Jess – I want to make love to you all the time.”

  “I’m yours for the taking,” she breathlessly confessed. “Anytime. Anywhere.”

  Her words caused him to groan loudly. Setting her away from him, he picked up a silky piece of black material and handed it to her. “Go put this on, while I still have the strength to let you go.” The heat in his eyes was unmistakable. “And here are some shoes to match. I hope they’ll fit, the size number on your sneakers was faded.” Dangling one more small bag on the end of his finger, he grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I’ve been dreaming about what’s in this bag all day. Go put them on, baby. Make my day.”

  Taking them from him, she was torn. What did this all mean? “Where are we going?”

  “On a date,” he said with a grin. “I’m going to take you into Austin and show you off, sweetheart. Pack a change of clothes, I’ve reserved us the best bed in town.”

  Jessie was awed at the beauty of the Driskill Hotel. She had never been inside of it, but anyone who lived in Austin knew that it was without compare. As Jacob checked them in, Jessie hung back, almost afraid that someone would ask her to leave.

  Jacob had thought of everything. In addition to her clothing, he had presented her with a beautiful set of luggage and every kind of feminine lotion and potion he could think of. She was definitely overwhelmed. Soothing her hands down over the beautiful dress, she noticed that her baby bump was definitely bigger and fairly obvious in what she had on. She had borrowed Libby’s curling iron and her hair hung in ringlets to the middle of her back. But seeing the fancy dressed women who were coming and going in the elegant lobby, Jessie was afraid that, despite the beautiful clothes, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

  Jacob caught her by the hand and whisked her to the elevator. “We’re in the Heritage Suite, you’re going to love it.” Five other people boarded the elevator with them, but Jacob drew her into the circle of his arms and hugged her close. “What’s next on your list, baby-doll?”

  Jessie could feel the heat rising up her body. If they hadn’t had an audience, she would have turned to him and climbed him like a telephone pole. Her sex began to tingle in anticipation of what they would do when they were alone.

  When the doors opened at their floor, Jacob kissed her hand and led her down the hall. Opening the door, Jessie was struck by the luxury of the hardwood floors and soaring ceiling. There was a cozy fireplace and ornate French doors that opened onto a balcony. The lush, king size bed was framed by a drapery of fine fabrics and the bathroom included a full Jacuzzi bathtub for two with a large stained-glass window and a marble shower with a private steam room. Their luggage had arrived ahead of them and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

  Jacob was dressed all in black, and looked sexier than any man had a right to be. “It’s time,” he growled as he began walking toward her. Even though she was tingling from head to foot with sexual anticipation, she began backing up. His sensuality was simply overpowering. “I love that dress, but it’s got to go.” Catching her to him, he picked it up by the hem and whisked it off. That left her standing in the skimpiest black lace bra and matching panties that she had ever owned. “Dear God in Heaven,” he muttered. “I am the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.”

  “No, Jacob,” she countered. “I’m the lucky one. There’s no way in the world this can be real. I’m dreaming. I must still be back in my bed at the McCay’s. All of this has to be a fantasy. Women like me aren’t meant to be in places like this with a man like you.” Jessie was sincere. “I can’t believe you want me.”

  Jacob enveloped her in the cocoon of his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m turned on just watching you breathe,” he shut his eyes – the anticipation was nearly killing him.

  Jessie pulled him down for a kiss, straddling one of his legs in an effort to get closer. He raised his knee enough so that her pussy rested firmly on his firm thigh muscle. God, it felt so good.

  Jacob let one hand slide from her breast down to fondle her bottom. Damn! He never wanted to forget this sensation; the thin little scrap of lace that passed for panties was no barrier between her puffed up clit and the steel hard muscle of his thigh. It was an exquisite feeling. Raining kisses on her face, he traced lacy patterns with his tongue. “Do you like that, baby? That’s it. Ride me, angel,” he urged her on.

  Jessie didn’t need more encouragement. In her frenzy, she hooked one foot behind his knee and sought to bring even more pressure against her sex. Gasps of excitement slipped through her lips and on impulse, she let her lips find the smooth skin of his neck and she bit down, longing to connect with him on every level possible.

  Jacob was in heaven. This beautiful creature was taking her pl
easure on his body like she was born for it.

  Bearing down, Jessie let the incredible friction swamp her senses. Holding on to his wide shoulders, she set a heady rhythm. “Hmmmm, this feels so good,” she moaned. Already, she could feel her cream start to flow. “I’m going to get your leg wet,” she started to pull away.

  “Do you think I care?” he chided her. “Baby, I could make a meal out of you. The wetter you get, the bigger my head swells – both of them,” he gritted his teeth. With one hand wrapped around her back and the other steadying her gyrating little bottom, Jacob watched in wonder as her eyes glazed over with ecstasy. “That’s it, Jess. Make yourself come on my leg. I love to give you pleasure, baby.”

  “Jacob, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she exclaimed as her body began to tremble in his arms. Little whimpers of excitement escaped her lips as she ground her vagina against his leg. It didn’t take long for the shaking to start. Jacob hugged her close as she bucked and screamed. “Hold me, Jacob. Hold me,” she begged. “Never let me go.” There it was again. Jacob adored the fact that she begged for the shelter of his arms. He held her tight as she shuddered convulsively against him.

  “I’ve got you, doll. I’ve got you,” he promised. The only thing that could make it better was if he could sink his steel rod deep within her honeyed depths. “Don’t hold back, treasure. Make yourself feel good. My cock’s so ready for you that if you looked at it crooked, he’d shoot off like Fourth of July fireworks.”

  That was all it took. Despite the earth-shattering orgasm, she couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. “Take me.”

  She held her arms up to him, and he picked her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bathroom. “I hope having sex while standing up is one of your fantasies?” Not waiting for her reply, he shed his clothes and stood before her with his proud cock locked and loaded.

  With trembling fingers she unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties. “Oh, yes. And up against the shower wall is even higher on the list,” she admitted.

  He adjusted the temp and pulled her under the spray. Without any preamble he began to worship at her breast. “You are so soft,” he whispered, as he ran his hands over her breasts, pushing them together and tonguing her nipples into diamond hard peaks.

  Jessie held on to his shoulders, as he lifted her up so that her breasts were level with his mouth. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered her as he continued his decadent feast.

  “Put him in, Jacob. I’m on fire,” she begged.

  “Hold on to the top of the stall, baby.” Mindlessly, she did as he asked. Over his shoulder, she saw that one entire wall was a mirror and their reflections were startling in their erotic clarity. Hypnotized, she watched as he plunged into her. A gasp of absolute relief and ecstasy escaped from her lips. His cock was so thick that she felt as if he were going to ream her in half. The pleasure/pain was exquisite. But, what had her completely and utterly fascinated was how Jacob looked from the back as he pinned her to the wall, again and again. He was absolutely divine. She couldn’t take her eyes off his powerful legs, as he kept one slightly behind the other in order to give himself leverage to push inside of her. And his butt was perfect! She watched it clinch and pump, thrusting forward as he plumbed her aching vagina. The sight of their passion coupled with the incredible sensation of his cock surging into and out of her pussy, pushed her over the edge. Over and over again, her vagina contracted. Jessie reeled as every sensation was magnified a thousand fold. “Jacob! I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  Her words – so welcome, so blessed, so unexpected, catapulted Jacob into the most powerful orgasm of his life. Each time he rammed into her honeyed depths, he felt like he was coming home.

  A buzzing noise alerted Joseph that his cell phone was ringing. For several days, he had made the foolish mistake of keeping it on vibrate. He had forgot that he couldn‘t feel the stupid vibration. Today, however, he had changed it to the least annoying ring he could find. Pulling it from his pocket, he answered. “Joseph McCoy.”

  “Mr. McCoy? Hello. This is Cady Renaud. I believe you’ve been trying to get in touch with me?”

  Her voice was soft, but, it had a deep sultry tone – a breathy quality that sent chills down his spine. And that was quite an accomplishment considering that he had damage between his S3 and T12 vertebrae. “Yes, Miss Renaud. Your name was given to me by a friend. He’s our sheriff, Kane Saucier.”

  “Yes, I know Mr. Saucier. How may I be of service?”

  If Kane hadn’t already told Joseph that Ms Renaud was unattractive, Joseph would have been completely fooled by her voice. She sounded damn sexy. Visions of low-hanging Spanish moss, slow-moving bayou waters and sweet blooming magnolias filled his mind. “I’m paralyzed, Ms. Renaud. I flipped a dirt bike and I only have function above my waist. I can’t walk, I wear a catheter and I am no longer a functioning male. Do you get the picture?” His voice had grown more harsh than he intended.

  “My methods are somewhat unorthodox,” she advised, making sure he understood. “And it is not an immediate cure. Although it varies, my treatments usually last at least a month.”

  A month. Jacob thought he could put up with anything for a month, even an ugly woman’s hands on him. Anything, if he could just reclaim some of the precious things that he had lost. “I do not question your methods, Ms. Renaud. I respect your results.”

  “Very well. I will come to you in two days. Will that fit in with your schedule?” She sounded self-confident. He had to ask.

  “Do you think that you can help me? I understand that you worked a miracle with Kane’s soldier friend who was injured in Iraq?” Joseph knew that his reference would give her an insight into his torment.

  Her voice dropped and Joseph could have sworn that the temperature in the room went up about ten degrees. “Call me Cady, Mr. McCoy. There will be no room in our association for formalities. If I am to help you, we will definitely have to become better acquainted.”

  Now wait a minute. He didn’t need some wall flower getting any ideas about him. He might be paralyzed, but he wasn’t desperate. When he didn’t answer; Cady Renaud laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. McCoy. I don’t take advantage of helpless males, no matter how attractive they might be.” She made Joseph nervous. Was reading minds part of her bag of tricks?

  “I’m not worried, Cady. I’m not the type of man that can be taken advantage of. If you’ll give me your email address I will send you directions to the ranch and we can exchange details of what you charge for your services and anything else you might require.” Joseph had gone all business. He didn’t want to give the woman any ideas. It wasn’t a lie that he needed what she could provide. But that was all he wanted from her. Joseph had never been comfortable around unattractive women. And now, he wasn’t comfortable around attractive ones. Lord, he was in a mess – in more ways than one. At least now he had hope. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was drawing him to it like a moth to a flame.

  Jacob’s whole body trembled in her arms. He still held her high and lifted up, and she could still feel his manhood throbbing with release deep with her. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jessie was horrified that she had blurted out her feelings. She had just screamed her love for him. Out loud. Never had she intended to burden Jacob with unwanted declarations of love.

  She expected for him to put her down, but he didn’t. Instead he strode out of the bathroom, dripping water, until he came to the bed. Laying her down, he walked back to the bathroom and returned with two oversize bath towels. She reached for one, but he held it out of her reach, away from her. “Uh-uh – this is my rodeo, baby.” Gently, he dried her off; paying special attention to her tender places. As he did, he studied her face – his expression baffled Jessie. If she had to put a name to it – it would be – adoration. His eyes were warm and intense; he never took his gaze off of her. A big smile lit up his whole face – Jessie didn’t know what to
think. After he was satisfied that they were both dry, he lay down beside her and propped his head up on one strong hand. His big body completely overshadowed her, making her feel small, warm and protected.

  “Okay, lamb-chop. Now, that we’re not in the throes of passion, would you care to repeat what you told me earlier?” Jacob was so afraid that what she said had been borne more of sexual satisfaction and less of heartfelt emotion. He held his breath, waiting to hear what the verdict would be. Did she love him? And what would he do if she didn’t?

  Jessie groaned. She turned her head away from him, embarrassed to look him in the face.

  Jacob’s heart sank. “You didn’t mean it, Jess? You don’t love me?”

  Jessie debated with herself. This was an opportunity to save face. She could tell him that it was just the sex talking, or she could own up to the greatest truth of her life. A turmoil of emotion swept over her, but when she faced Jacob, the uncertainty on his face melted all her reservations. “I love you,” she said simply. His grip on her arm tightened, and something flared in his eyes. She didn’t dare try to analyze his expression. She didn’t want to hear his gentle letdown. Cupping her palm over his mouth, she staunched his flow of words. “Let me finish,” she insisted. Unable to stay still, she was up and off the bed on the opposite side from him before he could stop her.

  “Don’t leave me.”

  “I need to say this, and I can’t look at you or touch you while I say it,“ Jessie began to pace. Realizing she was naked, she picked up the black dress off the floor and pulled it over her head. “I love you,” she repeated herself. “I love you more than I ever knew I was capable of loving anyone. My life hasn’t been full of affection – my father, who truly loved me, died when I was very young. I was a major disappointment to my mother, and not only did she never let me forget it – she withheld her affection because of it. Circumstances of my life and my own personal failings have kept love from me – but then, the miracle of our baby and you came along and changed all that.”