Chapter Six
Jacob looked at the woman below him. Her cheeks tinged with the perfect amount of pink, and her eyes wide and hopeful, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, let him know she was as aroused as he was. But he still couldn’t just shove his cock into her, go barreling in with no preparation. No matter how much it killed him to slow down, to take it easy, he needed to. He had only entered her with his fingers but felt how tight she was. He was much too large and could hurt her. He took one of her rose-colored nipples into his mouth and licked it, loving the way she mewled and squirmed beneath him. When he was done with the first one, and had it hard and pointy, wet from his mouth, he took the other between his lips and administered the same attention to it.
Her breath was ragged and husky as she pressed up toward him. “Can… you… do… both… at… the same… time?”
He stopped long enough to wet his fingertips, then sucked the right one into his mouth and nibbled on it, while flicking his tongue all over the hard bud. At the same time, he massaged and tickled her left nipple, squeezing, flicking and stroking it.
“Oh God.” Her body tightened below him, so he worked both her nipples in a frenzied pace, alternating his mouth and wetted fingertips on each of them. Her moans become louder. Her arousal just from having her nipples played with made him crazy with lust. She was so responsive, so gorgeous, and so open to him. And her lush body was his for the taking.
He knelt between her legs and licked her wet pussy, steering clear of her engorged clit this time. His fingers rhythmically danced between the rose buds on her breasts while he licked and sucked and drove her into a frenzy. Entering her with one finger, he groaned at the tight warmth surrounding him. Soon, it would be his cock. Fuck, it had better be soon, or he was going to explode. He pumped in and out, and entered her with another finger, finally giving her clit the attention it had been begging for.
He leaned up and lifted both her legs into the air, smacking her ass, with three firm swats. Grazing her pussy on the last one, she shrieked and came, drenching his hand as he stroked and tapped and worked her through another orgasm. God, she was beautiful like this.
While she worked to get her breathing back in control, he grabbed the condom from where he had set it on the bedside table, donning it quickly. Then he eased his way into her tight channel.
It took every bit of his willpower to not pummel into her and ride her like the beast he wanted to be. He gripped her shoulders and tensed his body, feeling every bit of his tightness as he took it inch by agonizing inch, until he finally was in. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, just give me a second to get used to you.”
Careful not to move too much, he fingered her clit and licked her nipples. She slowly relaxed under him and started tiny movements with her hips beneath him. Up, down, slowly, but surely as she got used to him. Driving him utterly fucking crazy. Her tight heat rode his cock as she rocked and swayed, finally giving him a nod to begin.
He gripped her hips and pulled himself almost all the way out, so the cool air hit his cock. Then in one swift motion, he plunged into her, once, twice, then hit something firm. “Tilt your pelvis a bit, baby, and open your legs a bit. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She complied, and he was finally able to get all his length in her without touching the firm wall. Then he was free to fuck her. It felt so amazing, going so deep, her being so tight and so hot, her tilted pelvis giving him access to fully enter her. His balls slapping against her ass as he pounded in and out, while she grinded against him and pulled him faster against her.
“You can be a bit rougher if you want,” she whispered, her eyes glistening as she squeezed his butt cheeks firmly to pull her hard against her again.
He dug his fingers into her hips, loving that he didn’t have to worry about hurting her. This woman was made larger, stronger, perfect for him. And he finally let go and gave her every bit of hard, rough, animalistic pounding she deserved. He dished it out, and she begged for more. When she smacked his ass, he stopped and growled down at her, pulling his no- ready-to-be-finished-yet cock out, to press against her belly. “Did you just spank me?”
The grin in her eyes told him it wasn’t an accident. “I wanted to see what you would do.”
“Here’s what I’d do.” He moved quickly and flipped her over onto her tummy and yanked
her up onto her knees as she squealed. Crack! He brought his hand down onto her plump ass cheeks, loving the sound it made as it echoed through the room. Three more times he spanked her hard while she let out a sound that was a combination of a yelp and a laugh. “More, little girl?”
“Y-yes, please.” She wiggled her blotchy cheeks at him, and her pussy shone from between her legs, showing him how aroused she was by all of this.
He spanked her hard and fast, and each time, she brought her ass right back into position for him to play with. “Naughty girl.” He squeezed her right cheek hard, before delivering another hard swat. “You should ask Daddy for what you want. You don’t spank Daddy. Got. It?” He punctuated each word with firm, hard strokes from the palm of his hand, and shook it out. Her ass was now a lovely shade of red, just calling him to fuck her from behind. “Got it, baby girl?” He gave her the hardest swat yet, and she shrieked into her pillow.
“Yes, okay, yes!”
“Yes, what?” He spanked her again and pulled her back up against his throbbing cock.
“Y-yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl.” He stroked her hot cheeks and dipped between her legs to graze her wet clit. “Daddy’s going to fuck you hard now, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you? All of your long, hard Daddy.” He rubbed his cock up and down the line of her pussy lips and she shuddered beneath him.
“Yes, sir.” She yelped when he slapped her thigh. “Yes, Daddy!”
Gripping her hips firmly, he slowly entered her from behind. “Hold on. Tilt up, baby.”
After she tilted the perfect way with her ass closer to the ceiling, he was able to fully seat himself. He pulled out and slammed into her, causing her to squeal. Again, and again, in and out, he pummeled her slick folds with his hard cock, reveling in this woman’s body, how perfect she was for him. He held her hard and fucked her harder, his balls smacking between her legs with each hard thrust. His loud groans mixed with her higher pitched mewls, and the sounds of raw sex filled the room. Every few thrusts, he smacked her on the thigh or ass, wherever he could get his fingers to make contact. Loving every fucking moment of it. Smacks, slaps, groans, wet thrusts, the bed creaking, his heart beating a million miles, and she was the one who succumbed first.
Her gorgeous body tensed beneath him, and she sucked in a loud hissing breath, right before her pussy tightened its grip on his cock. She came hard and fast with a loud wail that led him into his own finish. When he came only a few seconds later, he saw stars. It was like his whole body went into overdrive as he surged into her as he came and came and came. Like he never had before. He thought it would never end, didn’t want the amazing moment to end; it was as close to heaven as he had ever felt. And when he finally shuddered out his last, bellowing cry and pumped the last several hard times into her, he fell, exhausted, onto her.
Their bodies still entwined, he rolled them onto their sides and stroked the hair from her forehead as he kept her pinned tightly against his hot, sweaty body. He didn’t ever want to let this woman go. How could he have fallen in love with someone so quickly? It wasn’t just the amazing
sex. It was everything about her. She could handle every part of him. He held her tightly against his chest, and caught his breath, loving the smell of her sex permeating his nostrils. She was hot and wet and still shivering a bit from her own climax, so he pulled the blanket up. It didn’t quite make it past her hips. Damn. He was torn between the desire to see to his woman’s needs, warm her, clean her freshly spent body and feed her, and his desire to not let her go.
Clingy much, asshole? Okay. With a soft groan, he got her out from the tangle of his arms and legs, pulled the other side of the blanket over her, and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be right back. You stay put.”
She nodded and smiled, curling up into the blanket as he left. He discarded his condom, cleaned up as quickly as possible, and got a hot, wet washcloth ready for his Cherry. Yeah, she was his now. His best friend was going to kill him, and he’d probably deserve it. But you couldn’t force yourself not to love someone, right? He’d let Chance kick his ass. Then he would marry the woman of his dreams. He wasn’t letting her go. He strode back into the bedroom, excited at the prospect of caring for his woman, kissing her—on the lips this time, and then taking her back down to her bakery. Maybe he’d even let her boss him around again for a bit, so he could spank her again. They both seemed to enjoy that.
When he got back into the bedroom, the bed was made. And empty. Where was she? He narrowed his gaze on the small sheet of paper on the bedside table.
Saw your text from Chance. Headed back down to make a cranberry pie. Sorry. I need to process. Please give me some space.
Picking up his cell phone, he cringed when he saw the already viewed message.
Any luck finding out about the stalker? Keep up the cover and stay longer if you need to.
Shit. Cherry probably thought he was using her for a quick roll in the hay. And now, even worse, she thought he was a liar. It’d kill him to wait, but he’d give her some time to cool off. Then he would fix things. By any means necessary.
He grabbed his truck keys and went for a drive. His point of contact had called with the results about the wine. At least it would give him something productive to do for a few hours instead of pacing back and forth waiting for Cherry to calm down enough to listen to him.
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Cherry kneaded her hands through the dough for the latest recipe she was trying. The deep red of the smashed cranberries reminded her of blood, and her anger toward Jacob. She grabbed a
piece of dough and made it into a ball before slamming it down on the counter. Baking was the perfect way for her to work out her frustrations. She’d loved being spanked by her strong soldier man. What the heck was wrong with her? She yanked some more dough out of the ball and pummeled it into submission. Submission? Gah! She couldn’t even work in her beloved kitchen without her embarrassingly kinky thoughts coming to rise. Dough rises—just like Jacob’s thick cock. She furrowed her brow and growled at the broken pieces of dough lattice in front of her.
Great, now they were both vying for her attention. Bake or kinky thoughts? This never would have happened if she hadn’t brought up the whole spanking thing to her ex. She pounded and rolled out her dough again. No, that was a disaster in the making without her wanting her butt to be red. It was her stupid brother’s fault! If Chance hadn’t overreacted and had his buddy come into town—to freaking protect her from nothing—she wouldn’t have done that whole drugged, Please spank me, soldier boy routine.
She wiped her hands a little too forcefully on her apron, and ripped the neck ties loose, causing it to fall and bunch around her waist. Then she sat down on the floor with a tired groan and leaned her back against the island.
It wasn’t about the hot spankings or the amazing sex—make that the best sex ever in her life. It was her. She was falling for a hunky, sexy, muscular soldier who made her feel like a goddess and a sex-crazed maniac at the same time. One who she had enjoyed calling Daddy while they were playing that kinky game. And that would all be well and good if she was, well, anyone but her. Cherry Donovan, bakery owner, independent woman and tech-ditz.
Number one, a man like Jacob would never want more than a booty call from a woman like her. Number two, um, her booty? Yeah, maybe make that two and three since it was so large. Number four, Jacob and Chance were soldiers. She’d never see him again. And even if he was falling in lust with her right now, a few rotations with hard-muscled warrior chicks who loved taking orders would surely get her out of Jacob’s mind. And your name isn’t Shirley.
She groaned. Her mind wouldn’t stop with the lame jokes long enough to let her have a poor Cherry party. Okay, where was she? Number five. She looked up at her bowl of prep goods for her next project. Oil and water. They didn’t belong together. If you put them into a bowl, they would just separate. She was the water to Jacob’s oil. They didn’t belong together. He was amazing, and she was just plain her. With a heavy sigh, she lifted herself back up. She had to finish this pie before five pm. Maybe some heavy-duty baking would take her mind off number six: She was already hopelessly and utterly head over heels in love with Jacob. The man she had flung herself at, practically begging him to have sex with her. How many times had he held off? No wonder. He was just there as a secret mission for her brother.
Her phone started playing that dreadful Boom song. “Hey.” She put as much energy into sounding happy as she could, so her brother wouldn’t get worried. Chance could always tell, and the last thing she needed was an interrogation about her love life. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just whipping up a cranberry pie and a batch of snickerdoodles.” She cringed at her use of the term. What would it be like for Jacob to use his belt to whip her bare bottom? Trying to clear her head, she retreated into the office and closed her eyes while leaning against the door.
Chance barked out questions like some sort of drill sergeant. And she dutifully answered each one. No, Jacob wasn’t there at the moment. No more weird packages or phone calls, well, except for the dead roses, but she wasn’t telling Jacob about them. Yes, she was baking a chocolate cake with vanilla frosting when Chance got back into town next month. Yes, she was getting enough sleep. No, she was not upset. Yes, she was falling for a man who was completely out of her league.
The line went silent.
Oh my God, did she say that last part out loud?
“You’re what?” Chance’s voice was low and deadly calm.
Okay, she had said that out loud. She gulped and locked her little office door when she heard the footsteps in the kitchen and the sound of her favorite stool being moved along the floor. She didn’t want to talk to Jacob or even see him right now, so she closed her eyes. An added layer of protection from him. Not so much from her increasingly irate, older brother.
“Did he hit on you?”
She stifled the inappropriate giggle. Not necessarily on her. But he had hit and whacked her bottom until she had orgasmed. She prayed she hadn’t said that out loud too. Since Chance was still on the line and not blowing up her phone through some telekinetic explosion of tempers, she felt safe that this time her inner monologue had actually worked.
“It’s nothing, I just—”
“You just what?”
“I love him, and I know I’m not supposed to. And he’ll leave and find a fit woman who likes being told what to do and knows how to diffuse bombs or at the very least how to program a cell phone with a funny song, and then I’ll just gain twenty more pounds and be alone with my plants that keep dying. And I’ll never have someone who likes what I like.” Oops! Inner Monologue had left the building.
Chance’s loud chuckle surprised her. “Jacob isn’t a small guy. He wants someone he can hold onto without worrying about hurting them. Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I’ll talk to him and see what his intentions are with you.”
“No!” Her shriek echoed through the whole bakery. “This is not the eighteenth century. I do not need my brother asking my, um, my,” she swallowed, “the man I slept with, if he wants my hand in marriage. And you do not need a sheep or any cattle, so you’re not giving away my nonexistent dowry.” She calmed her breathing. “What we had was magical and beautiful and amazing, and I’ll never forget it. But I know he doesn’t want anything more from me. We’re like oil and water. So just let it go. Okay?”
Chance sighed. “Okay, I’ll let it go. You’re a big girl.”
She winced.
“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it, peanut.”
“Yeah.”
“If you don’t want me to talk to him, I won’t. I would prefer to forget this whole conversation happened.”
“Yeah, just let it go. I’m not his type.”
“All right.” Chance’s disappointed sigh came over the line. “But for the record, I think you two could have been perfect together. You’re my two favorite people in the world, and I would have loved it if you had fallen in love.”
It didn’t sound too bad to her either.
“I’m still going to have to kill him.”
“What?” She could hear him wincing at the shrill pitch of her shout. “You wouldn’t really kill him, would you?”
After a moment, he came back on, and she could hear him grinning. “Nah. He’s my best friend and the leader of my unit. But I’ll make him wish he was dead for a few days. Or months.”
Well, she was used to that from her brother. “Could you just let it go? It’s my fault anyway.
I kind of pressed an issue.”
“No, kiddo, it’s my fault. I’ll keep that in mind when I start pummeling him. Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I can’t wait to see you next month. Love you.”
He told her he loved her too and reminded her again to be safe and lock all the doors, especially if Jacob wasn’t around to look out for her.
“It’s okay, thanks. I heard him in the kitchen a few minutes ago.” She shrugged, knowing she’d have to go out and confront him sooner or later. She couldn’t hide in here all day.
After one last promise to lock all the doors, she hung up and went back into the kitchen. She needed to finish the lattice for the cranberry pie, get it into the oven, and figure out what to say to Jacob. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Her ex, Brandon, stood in front of the door, brandishing a quite large, very scary knife with a crazy grin on his face. She pressed the small, red circle on her cell phone discreetly before setting it on the counter.
“Sit on the stool, bitch,” he said, waving the knife at her.
He tied her left wrist loosely to the drawer on the island, and then started pacing with his huge, wicked knife. Why did she push Jacob away? She should have just talked to him. Told him how angry and hurt she was. How used she felt. And how much it scared her that she loved him, and he didn’t think of her as anything more than a mission. Yeah, that’s what she’d say to him. When he got back. And he was coming back to save her. She knew that with every fiber of her being.
Jacob would come, and as much as she hated to think it, she wasn’t quite able to protect herself this time.
Dang it. “I hate it when Chance is right.”
“What?” Brandon asked.
“Nothing.”