by Smith, C. P.
“So Jennifer, you have a daughter at Notre Dame you must be proud?” Yes, a topic that wouldn’t lead him down paths of flattery or sexual undertones.
“Yes, Bailey, she’s a great kid. Smart, beautiful, funny—’’
“When she comes to town for the holidays we can introduce her to my son Grady, make a foursome out of it.” Wait, What? A foursome? I smiled, but made no comment, no way in hell was I introducing my daughter to his son; he’s probably just as arrogant as the Mayor. Grabbing my wine and finishing off my glass, I wondered how I got myself in this situation. Oh yeah, I said yes, clearly not my smartest move. Speaking of not so smart moves… “More wine, please,” I replied to his request for a double date with his son. John smiled and filled my glass, so I took another drink, or gulp, well chugged, really, I figured a wee bit tipsy might help me get through this lunch. John watched me drink, then asked, “So what do you think?”
“I think the wine is delicious, thank you for ordering it,” John laughed for some reason and topped off my wine again, then smiled sweetly at me. If he smiled like that and didn’t act like an ass, he’d be a real catch. Taking another drink, I felt the warm rush of the wine relaxing my limbs. Much better.
“What I meant was, what do you think about your daughter and my son?”
“I think Bailey would love to meet someone her own age,” I kinda slurred. Wait that wasn’t right, I didn’t want her to meet the Mayor’s son, did I? John filled my glass again, he’s so polite and attentive; so I lifted my glass and took another huge swallow of the best wine I’d ever tasted.
“So what are you doing the rest of the day, Jennifer?”
“Well after this fantastic lunch I was going to go, um go, there was something I was going to do at the office, I think.”
“I have my car with me, if you’d like, we could go for a drive and I could show you some of the country side you haven’t seen yet? I have a cabin about thirty minutes from here; you’d love the views.” Finishing off my second glass or was it my third? I thought about the forest and views and wondered if he’d seen bears there?
“Do you have bears there?”
“Bears? I’m sure there are, why?”
“I haven’t seen one yet and would love to see a bear, it’s why I moved here.”
“You moved here for bears?”
“Um, yeah, I mean, when I was a little girl I wanted to live with the deer and bears here in Colorado, so when it was time to move, I came here to follow my dream.”
“Well I’m sure if we left out some food, the bears would come. Would you like to do that? Take some food up and look for bears?”
“Why not, sounds like fun.”
John continued to talk about his cabin and the surrounding mountains near Ouray, and I continued to sip my wine. Noticing my glass was empty, he picked up the bottle to fill it again, but it was empty. John raised his hand and snapped his fingers, then asked Frank to bring us another bottle, and I was just about to say thank you, since it was the best wine I had in my life, when I heard a voice above me say, “Dad?” I turned to see a good looking, much younger man, dressed in a deputy’s uniform. Did he call the Mayor, dad?
“Grady, son, good to see you, are you eating here or?”
“I’m here to see Frank about some vandalism. Ms. Stewart, how are you today?” John snapped his fingers at Frank, drawing my attention away from his son, and then he whispered in Frank’s ear when he approached. I turned back to Grady at his question, trying to remember what he'd said.
“I’m peachy keen, would you like to meet my daughter?”
“Ma’am, if your daughter is anything like you, I’d be happy to.” What a nice kid. “You wanna come with us to your dad’s cabin? We’re going up to look around and see if I can find my first bear.” Grady frowned, and looked at his father, then shook his head no. He studied me for a moment then answered me, “I’ll pass Ms. Stewart.”
“Oh, call me, Jenn, your boss does,” I giggled.
“Yes, Ma’am, Jenn, I’ll be sure and remember that. Dad, Jenn, I’ll let you get back to your lunch, just wanted to stop and say hello.” His mention of lunch made me look behind him. Since I’d skipped breakfast I was really hungry, and my head was spinning from the wine, so I needed to eat.
“Is our food here?”
“I thought we might enjoy it more at the cabin, I’m having Frank pack it up for the road.” Thinking that made sense, but needing to eat to clear my head, I realized I’d lost track of the conversation when cute, man boy, Grady, said, “I wouldn’t advise that, Dad,” then tipped his hat to me as he stepped back and headed quickly outside with his phone to his ear.
After waiting for our food to be packed, John asked if I was ready to go. Needing some air, and a bathroom break, I excused myself to freshen up before we left. Wow, the room’s really spinning…maybe I should get some coffee? Maybe we could stop at The Bean on the way out of town. Maybe Mandy would like to come on a road trip, or Jack, I wonder if Jack likes taking road trips? We could make a day of it, “Oh, sorry, wrong door,” Wow, Mandy should hang out here…like right here, outside the men’s room, it would save you some trouble if you knew ahead of time what their shortcomings were. Ha, shortcomings. Purse, purse, where’s my, did I leave it at the table? I was rounding the corner heading back to the table to look for my purse when I saw Jack walking in, heading straight for our table.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“Sheriff, is there something I can do for you?”
“Cut the crap, John, where’s Jenn?”
“She’s freshening up, is there a problem?”
“Just saving my woman from your obvious game of “Get'em drunk’n fuck.”
“Fuck off, Jack, I didn’t force her to do anything.” Jack tensed and started to move towards the Mayor, so I walked up to him and put my hand on his arm.
“Jack.” He turned to me, gave me a once over for some reason, then took my hand pulling me tight up to him, then nabbed my purse off the chair.
“Let’s go, now,” he growled.
“Is something wrong?”
“Uh, yeah, Jenn, but we’ll talk about that later, once you’ve sobered up.” Smiling, since I’d rather spend time with Jack. I turned to John and put out my hand.
“Mayor, thanks for lunch, have a safe trip.” John stepped forward looking angry, and Jack moved between us, muttering, “Don’t touch her.” Jack then took my hand and led me to the front of the restaurant and out the door. I had a hard time keeping up with his long legs, so I tugged on his hand.
“Jack slow down, I can’t walk this fast, my head is spinning.” Jack kept walking, and I kept spinning, till we got to his truck, where he swung me around and then pinned me to the door. I gasped in a breath, and looked up at him. His eyes were narrowed, and pissed wasn’t the word I would use, livid was more accurate.
“Jack, what’s wrong?”
“I’m too fucking busy to do what I should do, and I don’t need the hassle of beating the shit out of the Mayor, for getting you drunk.”
“He got me drunk?”
“Ah, yeah, Jenn, and if Grady hadn’t called me, you’d be on your way to his secluded cabin in the woods, where I have no doubt he would have convinced you to sleep with him.”
“I thought we were going bear hunting?” Jack looked at me funny, and then shook his head.
“Jesus, you’d trust anyone wouldn’t you?” Jack whispered, as he pushed into me. His hard body pressing into mine, sent my thoughts in a different direction than the Mayor, altogether.
“Jack?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“I’m drunk, and you’re here and very, very hard up against me, I’ve got an idea.” Jack ran his nose down my throat and back up to my ear.
“What’s that?” He whispered in my ear, and then nipped my lobe gently.
“How about you take me to lunch at your house and fuck me?”
“Jesus, are you real?”
“Last time I check
ed.”
“Let’s test that theory then.” Jack nipped my neck and then opened his truck door and lifted me into the cab. I watched as he pulled out his phone and called the station to say he was at lunch for the next hour, then he climbed in the cab, gave me a sexy grin, started the truck, pulled out and headed towards his house.
* * *
“Jesus, you’re fucking drenched,” Jack hissed as he slid his hand into my panties, swiping a finger through my folds.
I was trying to kick my boots off when Jack slammed me into the closed door of his house, pressing into me. Capturing my mouth, his hands pulled up my skirt and then moved into my panties, slipping two fingers inside. While his fingers built a fire inside me, I tried to hold still but the feeling was so intense, I started riding his hand.
“Jack,” I cried out, trying to find release, when he growled, “Fuckin’ beautiful the way you light up for me,” then he withdrew his hand and picked me up, carrying me to the sofa, and setting me down next to the arm. He grabbed my skirt and pulled it up, then slid my panties off. “Turn around,” he barked as he undid his jeans.
I wasted no time and turned to the arm. Jack moved in close behind me and ran his hands up both my sides, taking my turtleneck with them, pulling it over my head. With nimble fingers, he unhooked my bra and slipped it off my shoulders, then with a hand to my back, pushed me forward till I was laid out across the arm. “Gonna ride you hard, Baby, so hold on,” Jack hissed and I whimpered as Jack stepped up between my legs and then tapped them.
“Open up, and let me see you.” Like I was hypnotized and could do nothing but what he asked, I opened my legs wider for him, giving him the view he wanted. Jack ran his hand down my ass, then entered my core with his fingers, spreading my wetness, and plunging back in again, stoking the fire within me. I swiveled my hips, keeping rhythm with his hand, and when I felt his hard cock against my leg, I pushed back wanting to feel him enter me.
“You hot for me?” He whispered in my ear as his fingers curled up and hit the spot. Oh, god, the feeling that was building was incredible, consuming, then his thumb rubbed my clit, his fingers tapping my core again, and I knew it was going to be huge when I came.
“Jenn, you gonna ignite for me?”
“Yes, Jack,” I whimpered, my hand digging into the couch, needing something to hold onto and brace myself against. This feeling he was building in me was earth shattering, and I felt like I would fall, if I didn’t hang on.
“You wanna feel me stretch you tight?”
“Please, Jack, fuck me.” Jack removed his hand and then positioned his cock at my entrance, and growled, “You got it, Baby,” then he slowly, with the patience I didn’t have pushed into me. I couldn’t wait; he’d built me up to a boiling point, and I needed the friction. I slammed back against him and seated him to the root. “Fuck,” Jack groaned, while I kept pulling out and slamming back into him.
“You want my cock?” He thrust deep, “You want the burn?” He slapped my ass, and that caused my core to contract around him. Jack hissed and pounded me even harder. But it still wasn’t hard enough; I was out of control with need for this man, his hands and cock were taking me places I’d never been before, and I needed more of everything.
“Jack, harder.”
“Fuck yeah,” he hissed and started pounding me so hard I thought I’d split in two. His rhythm became a perfect balance of slamming, and hip swirls; that hit every nerve. I was right there, and then his hand came forward and met at my breast, pinching and pulling my tight budded nipple. My head flew back onto his shoulder, and I screamed his name, silencing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Jack grunted, then bit my shoulder, holding me in place, as he slammed his own climax warm into my core.
His thrusting slowed and became more of a caress, as I turned my head and found his mouth, battling with his tongue. As the kiss ended, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against his chest. I felt his lips at the crown of my head, and what I thought was a whispered, “Christ, fucking perfect.” Considering my climax was pretty fucking amazing, I nodded and agreed.
“Drunk sex is pretty perfect.” Jack chuckled and tightened his arms around me, kissing and nipping my neck. We stayed that way for a few moments, nuzzling and kissing, when suddenly Jack bent and picked me up and headed down his hall.
“Shower and then coffee,” Jack ordered.
“No shower, I’m too noodle legged to stand,” I begged.
“I’m not letting you drive till you’re sober, so coffee and shower, or you can stay here and sleep it off.” Liking the idea of climbing into his warm bed, I nuzzled his neck and purred. “Bed it is,” barely left his mouth, as I was thrown through the air and landed on his bed. Jack landed on top of me, looked at his watch and grinned.
“Twenty minutes left on my lunch, I only need five to change, think I’ll use that time to help you sleep.” Liking this idea a lot, I replied, “You gonna talk about it or get to work?” Jack grinned bigger and replied, “Yes Ma’am,” then got to work helping me sleep, and it must be said; I slept like the dead!
Chapter Seventeen
Kryptonite
I woke to the moon shining through the window. My head was pounding, and I had to think about where I was. Jack’s face filled my mind, and I remembered our lunchtime tryst. Feeling around for the lamp on the bedside table, and turning it on, I cursed myself when the light hit my eyes. What on earth possessed me to drink that much? Oh yes, Mayor Hall, douche bag extraordinaire.
Looking around Jack’s bedroom, I saw clothes scattered on the floor, his tastes in décor were rugged…plain, simple, all man. He had a huge knotty pine log bed, black comforter, and black sheets. Instead of pictures, he had some type of Indian art hanging on the walls, which were painted a warm toffee color. His chest and the dresser matched the bed, and from the looks of the hand turned wood, I’d say he bought it locally from the master carpenters you see around the area.
I sat up, thirsty and needing a drink; I turned to the edge of the bed, and saw a large glass of water with two pills lying next to it. Smiling at tough Jack being thoughtful, I took the pills and drank down the glass. Putting my feet to the floor to stand, I looked down at my body and saw no clothes.
“Yup, still naked.” I needed my clothes and a shower but obviously not in that order. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor, threw it over my head and then headed down the hall to find my clothes and purse.
The rest of Jack’s house was decorated the same as his bedroom. Warm, honey colored pine log furniture, graced the living room and dining room. To say Jack embraced his Colorado heritage would not be wrong. Surprisingly, most of the house was tidy and well kept, the only exceptions were his bedroom with his clothes on the floor and his kitchen, which opened to the living room. He had dishes stacked in the sink, which didn’t surprise me either; Jack didn’t seem like the type of man who cooked, and washing dishes was more than likely a low priority on his list. All in all, the house was very Jack, and I loved everything about it.
Grabbing my clothes and purse, I headed back down the hall to his bedroom. Pulling my phone from my purse, I checked any missed calls; I’d missed five, two from Mandy, one from Lorraine, one from the Mayor and one from Jack. I wasn’t about to call the Mayor back, now that my mind was clear. I realized Jack was right; he’d kept filling my glass, aware of my unease and hoping to get past my defenses, bastard, so I hit redial on Jack’s number.
“You awake?” Was Jack’s hello.
“I am, hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking a shower?” I turned the shower on to warm the water, and then turned around to finish the call.
“You’re calling me from the shower?”
“Of course not, I’m calling you from the bathroom before I get in the shower.” There was a long pause, so I called his name wondering if the call had been dropped.
“Jack you there?”
“You expect me to work knowing you’re naked in my shower?” That made me smile. He’s
such a man.
“Ah yeah? I didn’t call to bother you; I just called to see when you would be home so I could get my car?”
“Based on my speed, I’d say in about ten minutes,” he purred down the line and I felt my heart rate speed up. What is it about this man that I can go from being a grown woman to acting like a teenager with her first crush? Not caring at that point, with memories fresh in my head from this afternoon, I had good reason to be excited.
“Ok, I’ll see you when you get here.” I tried for alluring, but it came out kinda croaked, though I didn’t think he cared when his reply came back with a tight, “Right. See you in ten.”
Wanting to be clean by the time he got home, I jumped in the shower and washed my hair; he didn’t have conditioner; men are so lucky like that, so I focused on soaping up my body. I grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed my teeth in the shower. “She just woke up drunk breath” was an instant mood killer in my estimation. While I was rinsing, I heard the bathroom door open, and I turned to see Jack pulling his shirt over his head, while locking his eyes on mine. His focused gaze moved down my body, then back up, as he kicked off his boots, unzipped his jeans and pulled them off and then opened the shower door stepping in behind me.
“You missed a spot,” he whispered as he grabbed the soap, rubbing it back and forth between his strong hands. Jack standing there like that, water rolling down his body, clinging to the ripples of his muscles, my brain was incapable of speech. My mouth was open, but no words came out.
He twirled his finger indicating I should turn around, so I turned for him, praying at the same time my ass didn’t look as huge as I thought it did. I felt his warm soapy hands come up to my shoulders, and he started massaging. His hands moved down my back, kneading my muscles as he went, till he reached my ass and whispered, “Spread your legs, Baby.”
Bossy, even in sex, I decided I love this most of all about Jack, so I spread my legs without a moment’s hesitation, and sucked in a breath when his fingers hit my folds and gently massaged in erotic foreplay. “Put your hands on the wall, and don’t move,” he crooned in my ear. I turned my head and looked up at his rugged face, needing to feel his mouth on mine I leaned up to kissed him. His head came down and met mine, our lip’s meeting and then with tangling tongues; he took the kiss deeper, releasing his hunger. Forgetting he wanted me to put my hand on the wall, I turned into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and getting as close as I could. I reached my hand down and grabbed his cock, running my thumb across his crest, causing Jack to rip his mouth from mine and threw his head back hissing “Fuck.” I was lowering myself to my knees; his hands in my hair and his eyes hooded, watching me, when the lights went out.