by Joanna Blake
Finally I looked up at her.
She looked flushed and utterly wild.
Perfect.
I smiled.
"Had enough?"
Jenny nodded vigorously.
"Hmmmmfffff!"
I grabbed the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them from her mouth. She panted, staring at me with passion glazed eyes.
"You bastard."
"Uh uh uh. That's no way to get what you are after…"
I held the panties, acting as if I was going to stuff them back into her mouth.
"Please…"
"What do you want? This?"
I dragged my finger down her body to her quivering sex, circling my finger on her clitoris.
"Unnfff… yes…"
"Does that mean you want me?"
"Yes…"
"Say it Jenny. You want me."
"I want you. Please, Slade!"
I pulled my hand away, making her whimper.
"But this was just a one time thing. That's what you said isn't it?"
"Yes- I mean - no! Oh God…"
I traced a lazy circle around her pussy, not quite touching her most sensitive parts. I could see her sex quaking, desperate for my touch.
"So you changed your mind? You are going to see me again?"
"Yes! Whatever you want… Just please… Ohhhh…"
I circled my thumb on her bud again, making her cry out.
"Whatever I want? Whenever I want?"
She nodded breathlessly.
"Yes… Yes, Slade…"
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"I mean it! I promise."
I licked my finger and slid it inside her, plumbing her depths. She was so tight but oh so slippery. I wouldn’t have a hard time getting inside her this time.
"Swear on Basil."
"Oh FUCK! Yes! I swear. I swear on Basil!"
I laughed and pulled back again.
"Alright then Jenny. I'll give you what you want. What we both want."
She watched me as I pulled my clothes off. I wasn't in a hurry. I was as turned on as she was but I had far more control, more experience.
And I was going to use it.
When my cock sprang free her mouth opened. I smiled and climbed on top of her, guiding my cock to her soaking wet pussy.
"You are sure this is what you want, Jenny?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
I pushed forward, sliding all the way in one long slow thrust.
"I'm not after a fling Jenny. You can't just use me and get away with it."
I pulled back and drove home again.
"Uh-uh- alright. Oh God… I'm sorry."
"That's better."
I circled my hips again, starting to create a tempo. Beneath me I could feel her starting to come. I chuckled. That was fast.
Her head thrashed on the pillow as I continued my leisurely pace. I’d let her come, but not as hard as she would have if I fucked her hard and fast. Plus, this way it would drag on a hell of a lot longer.
And I’d get the answers I wanted.
"I really like fucking you, Jenny. Do you like it too?"
"Oh GOD! YES!"
"Hmmm… that's good. Because I'm going to be doing a lot of it. You'd like that wouldn't you, Jenny?"
I pistoned a little faster now, as her orgasm continued to tear through her. She was mindless but I still insisted she answer me.
I pulled almost completely out, holding my cock right at her entrance. She was still trying to finish, still quivering. Her eyes snapped open and her hips rose. But I pulled back again.
"Jenny?"
"Yes! Yes, I would like that- oh GOD!"
She screamed as I slipped my cock back inside her.
"That's a good girl… hmmmm very good…"
I started my measured thrusts again. I pumped my cock slowly in and out of her for another half hour or so, bringing her to at least five more orgasms. She was practically weeping when I felt my balls tighten up with my load.
During that half hour I’d made her agree to a lot of things.
A lot of delightfully filthy things.
Starting with moving in with me next door.
Basil too of course.
I groaned as my cock jerked inside her, spewing my load deep against her womb.
This time I didn't even bother to pull out.
After all, that was one of the promises she'd made.
She’d promised to give me a baby, too.
Later, when I had untied her and was holding her tenderly in my arms, I whispered in her ear.
"You really made me work for it."
She smiled against my shoulder and shrugged.
"You're worth fighting for, Jenny Cakes."
"Thanks."
I smacked her ass. Then I grabbed it and squeezed. She didn't seem to mind. I’d worn her out to the point that all her hard edges were softened. That was the secret to managing this difficult but magnificent woman.
My woman.
I smacked her bottom again.
It was a very, very nice ass.
And now, it was mine.
Six Months Later
Slade
“That smells incredible.”
I leaned over Jenny’s shoulder, peering at her work. Some sort of cookies, though healthy ones of course. I let my hand wander to her front and circled her delicious belly.
My Jenny Cakes was pregnant. We’d been busy this past Summer and Fall. I’d written my next album and was in the process of recording it in the basement studio,
But Jenny had been even busier. Not just keeping me pleased, though I was still insatiable for her. In fact, she’d started a whole new business.
Jenny Cakes Lite.
Healthy snacks for expectant moms and even kids. Healthy, organic and with added nutrients like protein from peas and all kinds of crazy stuff. The local market was carrying it, and she’d even been talking to some major distributors about expanding.
It was exciting stuff, but nowhere as exciting as what we had cooked up together.
Our baby.
And I had another little surprise up my sleeve for my girl.
I kissed my way down her back, over her cute little dress and the stretchy leggings she wore underneath. I paused to take a nip of her heiny and smiled as she spun around.
To find me on my knees in the middle of the kitchen.
I smiled at the shocked expression on her beautiful face. Her eyes were confused. Until I pulled out the box.
And opened it.
Then she slapped her hand over her mouth, leaving a bit of organic oat flour behind. I smiled tenderly as I opened the box. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the rock inside it.
I’d gone all out, with one big-ass diamond.
“Slade…”
“Will you marry me, Jenny?”
Her voice was barely a whisper as she said yes. She nodded as tears ran over her cheeks. It cleaned up most of the flour but not all of it.
I was grinning as I swept her into my arms, kissing her soft lips, flour and all.
“I can’t believe it.”
“Can’t believe what?”
My Jenny was still crying, still soft and sweet in my arms as I wiped off her lovely face.
“I can’t believe I’m going to be Mr. Cakes.”
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One)
HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two)
DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues)
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)
Torpedo
Cuffed
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders)
Hunter (Joanna Blake Singles)
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The last book in the Devil’s Riders Trilogy
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Cuffed
I went inside and took a look around. The bar was nearly empty. They must have been closing up when the bike went up in flames. Everyone had taken off after that.
Everyone but the staff.
I saw Mason with his hand resting possessively on a girl’s shoulder. She sat at the bar, her arms wrapped around her protectively. I could only see her profile but even that was enough to stop me in my tracks.
All thoughts of murder flew from my head.
The girl was beautiful.
Not just a little bit pretty, or cute, or even sexy. She was fucking gorgeous. With long, wavy, light brown hair, and a delicate profile with a nose that was just the slightest bit turned upwards. Her figure looked slim and athletic, but with curves in all the right places.
She turned to look at me and my breath stopped. My heart seemed to pause, waiting for my mind to catch up with my eyeballs, which felt like they were bugging out of my damn head.
She was a Goddamned angel.
Even in this smokey juke joint, with the dim lights and neon beer signs, I could see her eyes.
They were the brightest, deepest blue I’d seen in my life. And I was a fan of staring at the sky, or I had been when I had less shit to worry about.
This was the blue of ten thousands skies.
She blinked and I came back to myself. The girl might have the face of an angel but right now she was part of a crime scene. If she worked here, she most likely knew the killer, or at least served him a bucket of wings.
Which meant under my rules, she was part of the problem. The fact that I had such a strong reaction to her only pissed me off. Why the hell work here with all the criminals when she could be plastered all over billboards and magazine covers?
Because she was one of them. The enemy. The ones who had killed Danny.
Remember that, Conn.
I forced myself to ignore the hot pulse of lust that was throbbing in my belly and crossed the bar. I flashed my badge and pulled out a tiny note pad. Yeah, I was old school in that way too.
“Name.”
“They already interviewed me.”
“Not you.”
They exchanged a glance and Mason stepped in front of her.
“She ain’t got nothin’ to do with this, DeWitt.”
I let myself steal another look at her. Her huge eyes were looking down at the ground. Her juicy bottom lip was caught between Chiclet white teeth. I squinted at Mason and asked again.
“Name.”
“It’s okay, Mase.”
She cleared her throat and Mason sighed heavily, stepping aside. I was once again struck by the girl’s absolute physical perfection. And the nervous look in her eyes.
Good.
She should be fucking nervous. I wasn’t going to go easy on her because she was stunningly beautiful. Or young. Or scared.
I realized belatedly that the girl looked more than scared. She was frightened out of her mind. That made me want to tell her that everything would be okay. That I would take care of everything for her.
I frowned, disquieted by the swirl of protective and animalistic urges that she was causing. Unwanted urges, dammit.
“Casey. Casey Jones.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, stirring something even warmer inside me. But something felt off. It felt like a lie. Maybe it wasn’t her real name. I leaned against the bar, musing over how young she looked.
Too young for me.
The thought caught me off guard. Now where the hell had that come from? Completely out of left field. Not only was it true, but I certainly didn’t date criminal trash.
I glanced at Mason who was frowning at me, a worried look on his face. He cared about the girl, that much was obvious. I had a moment of pure animal jealousy, wondering if he was screwing her.
Why I cared, I had no fucking idea.
But I did. I cared a lot.
I gave Mason a hard look.
“Is she your wife?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
He shook his head and some of the tension left my body. I felt a strange relief that made no sense at all. I should not give a damn one way or the other.
But I was almost friendly as I nodded to Mason.
“Then you have to step away, Mason. Sorry.”
“I’m responsible for her, dammit!”
Well, that was unexpected. Maybe she was his kid. I looked at her again. Hmm, no. He wasn’t that much older.
Unless he had a kid at fourteen.
“Is she your child? Relation?”
He shook his head. I glanced at the girl, my eyes skimming over her graceful curves. She really was perfect. She looked like one of those girls in those sexy bra commercials.
Lush and young and desirable.
And way too clean and innocent to be in a place like this. But she wasn’t innocent. At the very least, she was a prime witness.
“Is she underage?”
“I’m old enough to work here. I don’t serve drinks.”
I felt something hitch in my stomach at that. Damn, she was young. Not even twenty-one.
I definitely shouldn’t be having the sort of thoughts I was having. Thoughts about touching her. Kissing her. Taking her to my bed and tangling up the sheets.
No. I should not be thinking any of that, dammit. And not just because she was involved in a crime.
Not just because she was so young either.
She was one of them. The people who had killed my partner.
I’d just met the girl. Never before in my life had I taken one look at a female and thought- I would like to hold her all night.
Not just all night either. I had a crazy feeling I’d like to hold her a lot longer than that.
Well, fuck.
Cockpit
I licked the sauce off my fingers, watching Jenny work. Feldon had been right. This place did have the best barbeque south of the Mississippi.
But the amazing ribs were not half as good as the view.
Sweet Jesus, Jenny was finer than what I'd conjured up in my imagination. Her legs were just as long as I remembered but the rest of her was... different. She'd filled out even more, keeping that hourglass shape that drove me nuts last time we'd met. And then some.
She was a brick house.
And I would love to have a visit inside. Hell, not a visit. I wanted to take up permanent residence.
Too bad she wasn't as happy to see me as I was to see her.
I frowned, rubbing my face. I had to wonder why that was. Maybe she'd asked around about me... Yeah, that would do it.
I had quite a reputation amongst the Marines.
But I was a reformed man now. Or I would be, if she gave
me another shot. I tilted my head, wondering why she was here. Again. Off another base.
My eyes got wide. I must be an idiot. She was either a military groupie or had a family member in the service. Just... which one? Husband? No. She wasn't wearing a ring and she didn't strike me as the cheating type. Parent? She wasn't that young.
It wasn't falling into place for me. Sweet little Jenny was a mystery. I would figure it out though. And I would make her mine. Or at least soften her up enough to take another crack at it.
If she was a groupie, I didn't care. There were women who had a thing for soldiers, officers in particular. I'd convert her to a one man woman. Just like she'd done to me, the first time I saw those emerald eyes of hers. Hell, if she let me, I'd stick to her like glue.
If she was... related to someone... or an Army brat... well, I might be in bigger trouble than I realized.
I might have to contend with a big brother or a daddy, whoever the unlucky bastard was. I tried to imagine having a daughter that looked like Jenny. It would be hell. Especially since she did not seem to know her effect on men.
And she was innocent enough to work in a place like this and think she wouldn't be dealing with a hard dick or twelve every damn minute. I started getting upset just thinking about it. This was no place for a sweet girl like her. It wasn't safe.
I was going to have to protect her. I'd see her home each night, starting tonight. Hopefully, back to my place.
To my bed.
And that's all there was to it.
I watched as she 'accidentally' spilled a glass of water on a customer. I grinned. He must've said something cheeky to her. So, maybe she could take care of herself.
Didn't mean she didn't need backup.
And I was just the man for the job.
She went behind the bar and picked up a huge box of empties. I was across the room in a flash. I was grinning as I tried to take the box from her.
"I got this sweetheart."
"Let go!"
"What? Why? No need to trouble your pretty little arms."
"My what?"
Oh boy. Her eyes were green fire as she wrenched the box out of my hands and flounced into the back. I followed her, a little less confident than I'd been a few minutes ago.