The Carpenter

Working Men Series

(Book Two)

Ramona Gray

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The Carpenter

Working Men Series Book Two

By Ramona Gray

He’s good with a hammer and I’m about to get laid.

Madison

He says it’s wrong.  He says we can’t be together.  But, I’ve been in love with carpenter, Jacob Marken, for years and I’m tired of waiting.  I don’t care about the age difference.  I’m doing everything in my power to make Jacob see that we belong together.  I want to be with him. 

And what I want, I get.

Jacob

She’s a temptation I need to resist.  Before my best friend died, I promised I would take care of Madison, not try to take her to my bed.  When Madison asks me to build her some bookshelves, I can’t resist.  Being alone with her is a very bad idea.  I can’t be with her.  I shouldn’t be with her. 

But, what Madison wants, Madison gets.  And now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

Madison

“Maddie?  Hey, Maddie!”

I twitched and nearly dropped the tray of empties I was holding.  My boss was giving me an impatient look.  “I need you to take these drinks to table five.”

“Sorry, Ren.”  I dropped the empties in the bin behind the bar and loaded up my tray with the new drinks as Ren disappeared into the kitchen.

“Who were you staring at?”  Liz, her dark pigtails sticking out from the sides of her head like tufts of fur, peered in the direction I was looking.  “Holy shit.  Is that the Ice Queen with Jack Williams?”

I nodded.  “I heard she was living with him now.”

“Since when?”  Liz gave me a look that suggested I was full of bullshit.

“Since last week.”

“No fucking way.  Like, I get why she’d be interested in him – Jack is so fucking hot – but why would he want to screw the Ice Queen?  I heard from Denise who heard from Sonya who heard from Allie, that the Ice Queen was screwing men for rent money.  Stupid little bitch deserves exactly what she gets.  She was such a cow in high school.”

Liz laughed like a donkey and didn’t notice the scowl I gave her.  “You shouldn’t gossip about other people.  Besides, maybe she’s changed.  High school was a long time ago.”

“Whatever,” Liz said.  “All I know is she’s just as poor as the rest of us now and she doesn’t even deserve to suck on Jack’s cock.  Which, between you and me, I heard is the size of a baseball bat.”

“Nobody has a dick that big.  It’s anatomically impossible.  Besides, do you really want a baseball bat stuck up your vagina?”

“If it came attached to Jack Williams, I might.”  Liz unbuttoned another button on her shirt before grabbing her boobs and rearranging them.”

“For fuck’s sake, Liz.  How many times have I asked you not to grab your own damn tits while you’re working?”  Ren said.  He was back behind the bar and he gave us both an irritable look.

Liz just shrugged, grabbed her tray of drinks and walked away.  I smiled apologetically at Ren and headed toward table five.  My boss was actually a pretty great guy.  When my dad died, his life insurance had been used to cover funeral costs and his medical bills.  Luckily, the house was paid for, but I still needed money for schooling costs and day-to-day necessities.

A week after the funeral, Ren had approached me about working weekends and a couple weeknights at the bar.  I had accepted gratefully.  My father hadn’t wanted me to work while I was in school, but I really didn’t have a choice.

As I dropped the drinks at table five, the door to the bar opened and he walked in.  I immediately felt too warm, too aware of the space around my body, as he nodded to me and walked to his usual table.  He sat down, the material of his shirt stretching to accommodate the width of his broad shoulders, and his jeans clinging to his thick thighs.  The dim bar lights glinted off the silver that was starting at his temples. 

I loved that hint of silver against the dark.  Too many times, I had dreamt about what it would be like to run my fingers through that dark hair.  An embarrassing teenage fantasy that I couldn’t seem to control.

I stuffed the tip that table five gave me into my apron pocket and wiped my sweaty palms against my short skirt before walking toward his table.

“Hi Jacob.  How are you tonight?”

“Hi, Maddie.  I’m good.  You?”

“I’m good, really good.  Do you want your usual?”

My voice was too high pitched, too girlish and ridiculous sounding in my ears.  I can’t help it though.  Just being near Jacob made my pulse race and my pussy wet.  It didn’t seem to matter that he was fifteen years my senior.  It didn’t seem to matter that he was my father’s best friend.  It didn’t seem to matter that he would never see me as anything more than the little girl he used to bring cherry popsicles.

I wanted Jacob.  As a little girl, I had loved him.  As a woman, I lusted for him, wanted to see him naked, wanted his hard and heavy body on top of mine.  I wanted him driving me into the mattress over and over again, pinning me down, whispering in my ear that I belong to him.  I wanted him to make me come all over his cock until I was screaming his name.

I realize that I was standing there staring at Jacob like an idiot.  He had pasted a polite smile on his face, but it was obvious he was wondering what the hell I was doing.

“Sorry, did you want your usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back with it.”

I returned to the bar.  Ren had already placed Jacob’s drink on the bar.  I set it on my tray and returned to Jacob.  I placed it on the table in front of him and he handed me the cash, shaking his head when I tried to give him his change. 

“That’s too much of a tip,” I said.

“It isn’t.”

“Well, thank you.”  I pushed the change in my apron pocket and tried desperately to think of some reason to stay.  “So, uh, how is work going?”

He took a sip of the whiskey.  “Good.  Busy.  Doing a job for Eleanor Rochen right now.”

“Oh yeah?  What are you building”

Jacob owned his own company.  He was a carpenter by trade and he picked up a lot of business in our small town.  Most of his evenings were spent building custom furniture that he sold out of a small warehouse type building on the edge of town.

“A new closet system.  She wanted something that mimicked IKEA’s closet solutions, but with a little more, as she puts it, class.”

I laughed a little too loudly.  Eleanor was one of the richest people in our town.  She was also Jacob’s age, twice divorced, and made no secret of wanting to fuck him.  I knew without a doubt that she had hired Jacob to build her a new closet just as an excuse to get him in her bedroom.  Hell, for all I knew, they were already fucking like bunnies.

Jealousy stampeded through my chest and I wondered if he could see it in my eyes.  I stared at his glass of whiskey instead.  “So, how much longer will you be on that job?”

“Depends on how many times Eleanor changes her mind, I suppose.  Why?”  Jacob took another sip of whiskey.

“I was thinking of finally getting those bookshelves built in dad’s office.”

Little lines appeared between his dark eyebrows.  “You sure that’s how you want to spend your money?”

I just shrugged.  Truthfully, I couldn’t exactly afford built-in bookshelves, but much like Eleanor, I was desperate to have Jacob in my home.  Although, unlike Eleanor, convincing him to join me in my bed would be impossible.  Still, I was willing to go a couple of months eating Ramen noodles, if it meant seeing Jacob on the regular.  God, I was pathetic.

He was studying me closely, his light green eyes roaming over my face until I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks.  Before my dad died, Jacob used to be at our house almost every weekend.  When the cancer had finally ravaged dad to the point where he could no longer do simple household chores, Jacob had stepped in.  He had mowed the lawn, stopped by every Wednesday night to put the trash out, and did any household repairs that needed to be done.

When dad was dying in the hospice, Jacob was there with us nearly every day.  He held dad’s hand, listened quietly as dad talked about the old days, and reassured him that he would take care of me.

After dad died, he’d kept his word, mostly.  He did take care of me.  He still mowed the lawn but he did it when he was certain I wouldn’t be there.  In the nine months since my dad had died, Jacob had become a ghost to me.  The only time I actually saw him now was Friday nights at the bar.  He came in around ten, sat in my section, and drank a glass of whiskey.  He was always gone by eleven.

His abrupt disappearance from my life hurt more than I could ever have imagined.  I tried not to let him see that hurt, try not to pester him like a little kid looking for attention.  He didn’t owe me anything.  He was dad’s best friend not mine, and I wasn’t his responsibility.  I was a grown woman who could take care of herself.  I knew that. 

But I missed him.  I missed his warm laugh, the way little lines appeared around his eyes when he smiled.  I missed everything about him, and asking him to build these bookshelves was just a desperate attempt to be around him again.

Then maybe you shouldn’t have thrown yourself at him the day you buried your father.

My face flamed.  Just remembering that night, remembering the way Jacob had practically dumped me to the floor and ran out of the house, filled me with shame.  It was my fault that he didn’t come around anymore, and I wished desperately that I could go back and change what happened that night.  Revealing my crush on him had been the stupidest thing I’d ever done.

I cleared my throat.  “Well, what do you think?  Any chance I can hire you to build those bookshelves?”

He hesitated.  “I don’t think so.  Sorry, Maddie.  It’s just really busy right now and with Eleanor’s job, I just don’t have the time.”

Disappointment and hurt rushed through me, but I forced myself to smile.  “Sure, I get that.  Thanks anyway.”

I headed back toward the bar, stopping in my tracks when Jacob called my name.  I turned and smiled again at him, knowing that hurt was written all over my face but not able to hide it.

“I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I’ll build your bookshelves for you.  But it’ll have to be on the weekends.”

“That’s fine.  Weekends work well for me.”  I was almost giddy with excitement.  If Jacob built the bookshelves on the weekend, then I would actually be around while he was doing it.  I was in classes during the week and worked at the bar Friday nights and Saturday nights. 

“I’ll start tomorrow morning.  Say around eight?”

I didn’t finish my shift at the bar until close to two in the morning, and I was never awake before ten on the weekends, but I nodded my head like an eager little puppy.  “That works just fine.  I’ll see you then.”

I walked away quickly before he could change his mind.  My heart was pounding too fast and my legs were trembling like I was a frightened deer.  It was ridiculous to be so excited, but I couldn’t help myself.  I was going to be alone with Jacob for the first time in months, and I was already slipping into a dirty little fantasy that involved me completely naked and Jacob bending me over the desk in the office.

“God, that Jacob Turner is a silver fox, isn’t he?”  Liz was back, and I swallowed down my jealousy as she gave Jacob an appreciative look.  “He’s old, but I’d bang him like a screen door.”

“He’s not that old.”  I scowled at her.

“He’s not that young.  Still, if he asked me to fuck him, I wouldn’t say no.”

Liz leaned against the bar and admired her brightly painted fingernails.  “Of course, rumour is that Eleanor has her hooks in him.  I heard she has him building her a new closet system, but he spends most of his time dick deep in her worn-out old pussy.”

“Jacob isn’t like that.”  My voice was angrier than I intended.  “He’s not having sex with Eleanor.  He wouldn’t.”

“Why wouldn’t he?  Half the men in this town have slept with her.  Why would he be any different?”  Liz tapped her nails on the shiny surface of the bar.

“He just wouldn’t.  I know him better than you, and that’s not the kind of man he is.”

“Whatever, girl.”

Before I could reply, I was tapped on the back.  I turned around and smiled at my best friend, Rachel.  “What are you doing here?  Don’t small-town librarians have a curfew of ten o’clock?”

Rachel laughed as she slid onto the barstool and set her purse on top of the bar.  “Very funny, Maddie.  You know, just because I’m the librarian, doesn’t mean I’m a good girl.”

“That’s exactly what it means,” I said.  “Rachel, I love you, honey, but you don’t have a naughty bone in your body.”

“You know that half the men in this town want to put their naughty bone in Rachel, don’t you?”  Liz had peeked around me and she winked at Rachel.  “Hey, Rachel?  You do realize that just because you’re a librarian, you don’t have to wear your hair in a bun and clothes that hide every inch of skin.  Right?”

Rachel patted self-consciously at her hair.  “What’s wrong with wearing your hair in a bun?”

Liz laughed and poked me.  “Do you think she does it on purpose?  I mean, if I was a librarian, I’d dress like a dowdy old maid too, just so the boys would fantasize about what I look liked underneath the clothes.”

“Dowdy old maid?” Hurt flashed across Rachel’s face and I scowled at Liz again.

“Don’t be a dick, Liz.”

Liz just shrugged and sauntered away.  I patted Rachel’s arm.  “Don’t listen to her, honey.  There’s nothing wrong with the way you dress.”

Rachel studied my tight t-shirt and short skirt.  “Compared to you, I dress like a grandma.”

“This is my work uniform.  I dress like this because it gives me better tips.”

“Yeah, I guess.”  Rachel’s voice was doubtful.

“So, what are you doing here tonight?”

She shrugged.  “Can’t a girl visit her best friend at work?”

“Sure.”  I leaned closer.  “But aren’t you supposed to be on a date tonight with Jimmy?”

“I was,” she said.  “We had dinner and then he wanted to come back to my place and watch a movie on Netflix.”

“Uh oh,” I said.

“Yeah.”  Rachel dug in her purse for her Chapstick.  She slicked it on her full lips.  “I said no thank you and he got…”

“He got what?”

“Kind of pissy about it, but not really.”  She sighed.  “I don’t know.  He just got weirdly offended that I didn’t want to watch Netflix with him.”

“Uh, everyone knows what that really means.”

“That’s what I said to him and that’s when he kind of got offended.  Said that he really did mean a movie but if I was going to make it dirty, then just forget it.”

“Make it dirty?”  I could barely hold in my laughter.  “He actually said that?”

“Yes.  What’s wrong with me, Maddie?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I said.  “Very few girls want to have sex with a guy on a first date.”

“Yeah, but I’m twenty-three years old and still a vir -”

Rachel’s face turned bright red.  Ren had appeared out of nowhere and she gave me a mortified look before clearing her throat.  “Hi, Ren.”

“Hey.  What can I get you to drink?”

“Uh, I’ll just take a beer.  Whatever you have on tap.”

He walked away, and Rachel’s gaze dropped to his ass.  “Oh my God,” she said in a low voice, “do you think he heard what I was saying?”

“Nah.  Ren’s old.  He can’t hear for shit anymore,” I said with a grin.

“He’s not that old.  He’s only thirty-one.”

“True,” I said.  “I need to get back to work before Ren fires me.”

“Sure.”  Her gaze drifted to Jacob who was still nursing his whiskey and staring at the small dance floor.  “Jacob looks good tonight.”

“Jacob always looks good,” I said.  “He agreed to build the bookshelf.”

Her eyes widened.  Rachel knew all about my crush on Jacob just like I knew all about her crush on Ren.  “Seriously?”

“Yes.  Can you believe it?”

“No, not really.”  She glanced again at him.  “He’s been avoiding you since your dad died.”

I winced.  “Yeah, I know.”

“Can you really afford these bookshelves?”

I nodded.  “Yeah, of course I can.”

She frowned at me.  “Are you sure?  There isn’t that much of your dad’s life insurance left and you still have another six months of school.  You’re not gonna have to drop out of school, just so you can have the chance to stare at Jacob’s butt while he builds bookshelves, are you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said.  “It’s all good, Rach.  I gotta get back to work.”

Chapter Two

Jacob

I sat outside the house of my dead best friend and tried not to feel like a total bastard.  It was impossible. 

I was a bastard. 

A pervert. 

A sicko.

If Frank could see me now, he’d be disgusted.  He’d punch me in the face, kick me in the kidneys, and warn me to stay the fuck away from his daughter or he’d cut off my balls and hang them on the wall. 

God, I fucking missed him.

I rubbed at the scruff on my jaw.  I hadn’t bothered shaving this morning.  I wondered if I should have.  No doubt Maddie was used to those smooth skinned, pimple-faced kids who couldn’t seem to grow a beard.  Hell, they fucking waxed their chests and their legs and their goddamn sacks nowadays.  If Maddie took one look at my hairy body, she’d be grossed out. 

I kept myself groomed, I wasn’t a fucking animal, but I had never once waxed anything on my body and I never planned on it.  If God hadn’t intended for us to have hair on our balls, he wouldn’t have put it there in the first place, right?

Besides, maybe Maddie would like it.  Maybe it would make her feel like she was with a real man.  Not those little pricks she’d dated in the past.  Speaking of pricks – I reached down and adjusted mine.  I was hard as a goddamn rock, just sitting in the driveway, and I was about to spend an entire fucking day with her.  What the fuck was I thinking?

You weren’t.  You couldn’t stand the look of disappointment on her face when you said you couldn’t take the job.  And you wanted an excuse to be near her.

My inner voice was right on both counts.  It was utter madness to allow myself to get this close to Maddie, but I was so tired of avoiding her.  So tired of seeing the hurt in her eyes when I dropped by to mow the lawn but refused to come in and visit after. 

She felt abandoned, I know she did, but I had no fucking choice.  I couldn’t be alone with her anymore.  My lust for her was so strong, I couldn’t think straight when I was around her.  All I could think about was being between those smooth thighs of hers.  Of pinning her body down and forcing her to take my thick cock over and over, until she was screaming for me to make her come. 

I shook off the mental image of being in Maddie.  Fuck.  I was a thirty-eight-year-old man lusting after my dead best friend’s twenty-three-year-old daughter. 

Like I said, I was a fucking pervert.

I glanced at my watch.  It was five after eight.  I needed to go in there.  I needed to measure the space, plan out the bookshelves and go and get the materials.  And I needed to do all of it with Maddie hovering around me.  With her sweet vanilla scent and her soft dark hair and beautiful doe eyes. 

Don’t forget about her tits.

I groaned out loud.  Like I could fucking forget about her incredible tits.  I had dreamed about them nightly for the last nine months.  Dreamed about what they looked like, how they tasted, how it would feel to cum all over them.  The image of Maddie lying naked on the bed, her heavy, round tits splashed with thick ropes of my cum, almost made me cum in my own goddamn jeans.  The pressure against my dick was painful now, and I adjusted again.  It didn’t help and for a moment, I had the wild idea to just rub one out in the truck before I went in.

I yanked my hand away from my crotch and stared furtively out the windshield.  Neither Maddie nor her neighbours were anywhere in sight, but Christ, I needed to get control of myself.

Maybe Maddie would leave.  Maybe she would go shopping or hang out with Rachel or something. 

She won’t.  You know she won’t.

No, she wouldn’t.  Because as much as I wanted to deny it, sweet little Maddie wanted me.  If that night nine months ago hadn’t clued me in, just seeing the way she looked at me now would have.  It’s like she had given up completely on even trying to hide it from me.  Hell, I could practically smell her fucking desire whenever we stood too close.  She wanted to be fucked by me, and I didn’t know if it was some kind of daddy complex or what, but it just made it that much harder to remember that I shouldn’t – couldn’t – fuck her.

I closed my eyes and thought about Frank, about how disappointed he would be in me, about how he would hate me forever just for even thinking about his daughter that way.  It was as effective as pouring ice-water on my balls.  My erection disappeared, and I could have groaned at the relief of pressure.

Taking a deep breath, I got out of my truck, grabbed my tool belt and belted it around my waist, and headed for the front door.  I knocked once, and the door opened like she had been standing on the other side waiting for me. 

I took one look at Maddie, and my erection was back in full force like it had never left.  I stared at her as lust roared in my belly and my pulse thudded in my ears.  She was wearing jeans so tight, they looked painted on.  Despite the coldness of the weather, she wore a thin, white tank top that hugged her clearly braless tits.  I stared at her nipples poking against the thin material.  Were they the same shade of pink as her lips?  I was dying to find out.

Before I could do something stupid like touch them, I dragged my gaze to her face.  Her cheeks were pink, and I groaned inwardly at the look in her eyes.  Fuck, nine months of successfully hiding my lust from her and I had blown in it less than three seconds. 

All because she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra.

“Hi, Jacob.”  Her voice was breathless, needy.

I cleared my throat.  “Hey.  Can I come in?”

“Oh right, of course.”  Her laugh was a little high-pitched.  She stepped back, and I gritted my teeth and walked into the house. 

“I’m going to do some measurements first.”  I walked rapidly down the hallway toward Frank’s office.  I hadn’t been in the house since the day of the funeral.  I had stuck around after everyone left, helped Maddie clean up the leftovers and sort through the dozens of casseroles that people had brought.  By the time we were done, the freezer was full to the brim.  Maddie had given me her sweet smile when I told her she wouldn’t have to buy food for a year.

I’d followed her into the living room and watched as she touched the old armchair her father always sat in.  Her face had crumpled, she’d started to sway, and I’d picked her up and carried her to the couch.  I sat her on my lap and rocked her, murmuring words of comfort into her hair that didn’t really help, as she sobbed brokenly.  She’d cried herself to sleep and I’d continued to hold her, stroking her back and feeling heartbroken for her. 

When she’d woken up not even an hour later, she had tried to apologize.  I cupped her face and stroked her satin cheek with my thumb and told her it was fine.  Before I could tell her that I would be there for her whenever she needed, her soft little mouth was on mine.

She had tasted like peppermint and when her sweet tongue pushed its way past my lips and into my mouth, lust had flooded through me.  I’d cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard, taking her mouth with rough urgency as my dick grew hard underneath her.  She’d ground her ass against it and made a sweet little moan that set my blood on fire with need for her.

When she’d dipped her head and nipped at my thick throat, I’d been two seconds away from carrying her to her bedroom and fucking her.  The only reason I hadn’t, the only thing that stopped me, was catching a glimpse of Frank’s picture on the mantel.  My lust had died immediately and been replaced with shame.  I’d pushed sweet Maddie off my lap and practically ran from the house.  I hadn’t been back since.

She’d never once tried to talk to me about that night, thank fucking Christ.  I don’t know what I would have said to her.  Hey, Mads, I know that you grew up around me and I’m your old man’s best friend, but I really want to fuck you now.

Fuck.  All it had taken was one sweet kiss for me to forget the little girl that Maddie used to be.  All I could see now was the woman she had become.  

The very sexy woman.  

Motherfucking hell, agreeing to build the bookshelves was a mistake.

I slowed to a stop just outside of Frank’s office.  I was almost afraid to go in.  I still missed my best friend and the thought of being in that room, being around everything that would serve as nothing but a reminder of what I – of what Maddie – had lost was making me feel like fucking crying.

“Jacob?  What’s wrong?”  Maddie’s voice was full of concern.  I jerked away when she touched my arm.

“Nothing’s wrong.”  I opened the door and stepped into the office.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  There was plenty of stuff to remind me of Frank, but Maddie had made a few changes.  His old desk was gone, replaced by a newer, sleeker model and a slim laptop was in the place of the ancient desktop that used to sit on top of the desk.  His old office chair was still there though, looking even more worn next to the new modern desk.  The far side of the room was bare.  Boxes of books were piled on the floor in front of it.

“What happened to the old bookshelf?”

“It broke from the weight of the books about three weeks after dad died.”  Maddie made a small laugh.  “It happened in the middle of the night and scared the hell out of me.  The loud crack and then the books hitting the floor - I thought somebody had broken in with a gun or something.  I sat in my bed like a frightened kid for about an hour before I finally got the courage to leave my room.”

My heart ached at the thought of Maddie alone and afraid in her own house.  “You should have called me.”

“I knew you wouldn’t come.”  Her voice was soft and there was no accusation in it, but I still winced as if she’d shouted at me.

She was wrong.  I would have been there in a heartbeat if she’d called me, but after the way I treated her, there was no way she could have known that.

“I’m sorry, Mads.”  My voice was hoarse with remorse.

“It’s okay.  I know why you wouldn’t.  Now,” her voice was brisk, “I was thinking three bookshelves along the wall.  What do you think?  That way I have room for all of dad’s books and some knick-knacks and pictures.”

I nodded.  “Sure.  The bookshelves will be on the smaller side if you want three of them to fit against the wall, but they’ll still look good.”

“Okay.  Can I help you with the measurements?”  She gave me an adorable smile.

“No.”

“Are you sure?  I can hold the other end of the tape or -”

“I work faster alone.”  I stepped back and looked pointedly at the door.

Disappointment crossed her face, but she nodded and walked toward the door.  Christ, her firm tits bounced with every step.

“Okay, well, if you need anything, just holler.  I’ll be in my room.  It’s just right next door so…”

Sweat broke out on my forehead.  Like I needed any reminder that Maddie’s bedroom was right next door.  “I’m good.”

“Okay, well, thanks again, Jacob.”

“Yep.”  I walked away from her, pulling my measuring tape from my tool belt.  I waited until I heard the door shut before I rested my forehead against the wall and adjusted my throbbing dick.

Faintly, I could hear the squeak of Maddie’s bed as she climbed onto it and my dick swelled even more.

Fuck.  I was in so much trouble.

* * *

“Come in.”

I hesitated.  Christ, I really didn’t want to go into Maddie’s bedroom.  “Maddie, it’s me.”

“I know.  Who else would it be?  Come in for goodness sake.”

“Are you – are you decent?”

“No, Jacob.  I’m lying here naked on my bed in the middle of the afternoon.”

The teasing in her voice made my cheeks flush, but the thought that she might actually be naked, had me pushing open the door.  She was sitting cross legged in the middle of her bed, her iPad on her lap and she was fully-clothed.  Disappointment rushed through me and I shook it off as she smiled.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m leaving to get the wood for the bookshelves.”

“Okay.  Do you need me to go with you to pay for it or…”

“No.  I’ll give you an invoice for supplies and labour once the job is done.”

“Right, of course.  That was stupid of me.”  She smiled as she slid off the bed.  “I’m about to run a couple of errands myself, so -”

“No,” I said.

“No what?”  She frowned at me.

“No, you can’t go with me.”

She crinkled her nose at me.  “That’s not what I was going to say.  I was just going ask if you still had your key to the house?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well just use your key to let yourself in.”

“Where are you going?”  It wasn’t any of my business, but I still asked.

“I have some errands to run and then meeting some friends before work.”

My gaze dropped to her tits.  “Who?”

She shrugged as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand.  “There are a few of us meeting at the bowling alley.  God, how pathetic is it that the biggest form of entertainment this town has to offer is a bowling alley?”

“Will there be guys there?”

She studied me for a moment.  “Yeah, why?”

“You need to change.”

“What do you mean?”

“Change your clothes before you go out.”

She laughed, a sound full of genuine amusement.  “Who are you, the fashion police?  There’s nothing wrong with my outfit.”

“Madison,” I could hear the exasperation in my voice, “stop arguing with me and change.”

“No.  What’s the problem with what I’m wearing?”

My temper snapped, and I was across the room and taking her by the arm before I could stop myself.  I pulled her in front of the full-length mirror in her room, dropped her arm and stood behind her, glaring at her in the mirror.  “This is what’s wrong.”

“What?”  She looked her body up and down.

“Your nipples, Madison.”

She studied the way they were poking against the thin fabric of her tank top.  “What about them, Jacob?”

“Do you want every guy at the fucking bowling alley to be staring at them?”

She made another infuriating little shrug.  “Everyone has nipples.”

“I don’t want them looking at yours.  Put a bra on before you go out.”

“Nope,” she said cheerfully.  “I don’t feel like wearing one.”

“Madison…”

“Hold on, maybe this will help.”  She reached up and rubbed her nipples.  My cock pressed against my jeans until I swore I could feel the imprint of my zipper on it.  Her little nipples grew harder and it took all of my willpower not to shove my dick against her ass.

“Hmm, that seems to be making it worse.”  She gave me a cheeky smile as she rubbed circles around both nipples.

“Stop it, Madison,” I warned.

“You think you can do a better job?”  She traced her fingers over the tips of her nipples and a little moan escaped her throat.  “Sorry, my nipples are really sensitive.”

“Madison…”

“Yes, Jacob?”

I opened my mouth to tell her to put a damn bra on immediately and instead, said, “Pinch them.”

She did what I asked, grasping her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and giving them both a hard pinch.  She gasped and her back arched, making her ass brush against my cock.  I groaned and stepped back but kept my eyes on her tits.

“Again.”

She pinched them again before pulling on them.  I was so fucking hard, I was close to exploding.  I reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans.

“Take your shirt off so I can see your gorgeous tits, baby.”  My voice was raspy with need.

She pulled her shirt over her head.  My breath caught in my throat.  Her breasts were as incredible as I had pictured them.  She had sweet little nipples that were, in fact, the same soft pink as her lips.  Her skin looked silky soft and my palms itched with the desire to cup her tits, to feel their heavy weight and feel her nipples beaded up against my palms.

She must have had the same thought because she cupped her breasts, her thumbs rubbing her nipples and gave me a pleading look in the mirror.  “Please touch me, Jacob.”

“I can’t baby.  But you’re going to be a good girl and touch yourself for me.  Okay?”

“I – okay.”

“Good.  Unbutton your jeans.”

She unbuttoned her jeans as I stared at her amazing tits.  When they were unzipped, she started to wiggle them down over her hips and I shook my head.

“No, baby, leave them on.”

“Don’t you want to see my pussy?”  She almost whimpered.

“So bad.”  My hands were unbuttoning my own jeans.  If I didn’t release some of the pressure, my dick really was going to explode.  “But I can’t.”

“I want you to see it.”

“I know, baby.  But it isn’t right.  Slide your hand inside your panties and rub your pussy for me.”

She pouted at me in the mirror but slid her hand into her panties. I watched her hand move, listened to her soft moans as I pulled my dick free and rubbed it roughly.  We stared at each other in the mirror, our mutual groans growing louder as we rubbed and stroked and teased. 

She pulled her hand free from her panties and showed me her soaking wet fingers before holding her hand over her shoulder.  “Taste me.”

I shouldn’t. 

I knew I shouldn’t.

But sometimes the thing you shouldn’t do, was the very thing you had to do. 

I leaned forward and sucked on her first two fingers.  Her taste filled my mouth, sweet and clean and so utterly perfect.  I lapped at her fingers like a damn dog, sucking the moisture from her fingers until all of her cum was gone.

“Please touch me,” she pleaded again when I released her fingers.

I shook my head, my hand rubbing my dick with hard and urgent strokes.  “Baby, I want to, but I can’t.  Touch yourself again for me.”

She scowled but slid her hand back into her panties.  God, I wished I could see her pretty little pussy.  Did she wax it bare?  Keep a patch of sweet dark curls covering it?  Fuck, I wanted to know. 

Her head fell back, and I stared at the smooth column of her throat.  Her pulse throbbed at the base and she was trembling wildly as she rubbed harder at her clit.

“Lie down on the bed before you fall over,” I demanded.

Still keeping her hand in her pants, she moved to the bed and relaxed on her back.  “Will you lie beside me?”

She was staring at my cock as she spoke and when she licked her lips, I had to stop rubbing and squeeze the base just to stop from cumming.

“Not a good idea,” I rasped out.  “Make yourself cum while I watch, baby.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

Fuck!  I squeezed the base harder, willing myself not to cum as she rubbed her pussy.  Her other hand dug into the quilt as her hips arched repeatedly.  “Oh, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, Mads.  Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming.”

She made a soft cry and her entire body shook as she did what I asked.  I could see her hand moving furiously against the tight material of her jeans.  Her big, beautiful tits bounced as she humped her hand with glorious intensity until she collapsed on the bed.

I stared at her tits as I slowly pumped my cock.  I would cum all over her tits, cover her with my thick cum and make her smear it into her skin before she joined her friends.  She’d smell like me and those asshole males sniffing around her would know she was mine.

I watched as she pulled her hand free and sat up on the edge of the bed.  Her face and chest were still red from her orgasm and her little nipples were rock-hard.  God, I wanted to suck them so bad.

“Jacob, can I taste you?”  She gave me a sweet smile and my cock fucking jumped in my hand.

“Baby, no, that’s not -”

“Please?”  She leaned forward.  “You got to taste me.”

She had a point.  It didn’t seem fair to deny her a taste when she so sweetly gave me one.  I moved closer until I was standing directly in front of her.  She stared at my cock and I swiped my thumb through the pre-cum that was dripping steadily out of the head of it.  “Here, baby.  Have a taste.”

I held out my thumb.  She smiled and before I could stop her, she had ducked around my thumb and her mouth – her wet, hot mouth – was sliding over my aching dick.  I bellowed a curse, my hips thrusting forward automatically.

I should have pulled away, I should have run from her goddamn room.  Instead, I wound one hard hand into her dark hair, held her tight and fucked her mouth.

“You’re being a bad girl,” I panted as I slid my cock deep into her mouth.  She choked a little, her eyes watering, but sucked hard.  I groaned and pulled out until just the head was in her mouth. 

She wrapped her pink little lips tight around it and tried to suck me fucking dry as she stared up at me with her dark eyes.

“Such a bad girl,” I groaned.

She let go of my cock long enough to give me a devilish grin.  “No, I’m being your good girl.  Say it.”

Her lips slid back down my cock.  I stared at the way they stretched around my width and made two hard thrusts between them.  “You’re my good girl, Mads.”

Her eyes sparkled up at me and I petted her hair with my other hand.  “Let’s see how much of my cock my good girl can take.”

She opened her mouth wide, swallowing as much of my cock as she could as I pushed it further and further into her mouth.  To my surprise, I was almost halfway down her throat before her eyes widened and she clutched at my hard thighs with panicky tightness.  I pulled back immediately but shook my head when she tried to move away from my dick completely.

“No, Mads.  Keep my cock in your mouth.  You can breathe around it, baby.”

She leaned into my hand, letting me pet her hair and taking a few deep breaths around my dick.  Her tongue licked the underside as she caught her breath and I gave her a satisfied smile.  “That’s right, baby, keep licking me.  You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

A combination of my pre-cum and her saliva was sliding down her chin as I forced her to keep her mouth open.  I wiped it away with my thumb and gave her another look of praise.  “You’re my good girl.  Are you ready for more?”

She nodded eagerly, her lips automatically tightening around my dick. I groaned and holding her delicate skull with both hands, I fucked my sweet, beautiful girl’s mouth with hard and heavy thrusts.

It took less than three minutes before my balls were tightening and the base of my spine tingled.  I should have pulled out, I should have sprayed my cum all over her beautiful tits.  Instead, succumbing to my madness, I pulled my woman closer and pushed my cock deep into her mouth and down her throat.  It spasmed around my cock as she struggled not to choke, and I shouted her name like a prayer as I released my cum straight down her throat.

Like the good girl she was, she continued to swallow, even when I pulled back so she could breathe. 

“Good,” I crooned, pumping my hips back and forth as I held her head steady.  “Swallow all of my cum, Mads.”

She swallowed and swallowed again.  When I was finally drained dry, I pulled my cock from her mouth.  Some of my cum still glistened on her swollen, red lips and I reached down and smeared my thumb across her mouth.  I rubbed the streaks of cum around her mouth until she was shiny and sticky with my seed.

She stared up at me, her eyes warm and hazy with desire.  Fuck, she had never looked so beautiful to me.  I would yank those fucking jeans down and suck on her pretty little nipples for a while before I buried my face in her pussy.  I’d make her cum a few times and then I’d fuck her hard and deep.  When I was finished, she’d know exactly who she belonged to.

Before I could push her onto her back, she gave me a soft smile.  “You taste so good, Jacob.”

Her sweet voice brought me back from the haze of lust like a dash of cold water.  What the fuck did I just do? 

Chapter Three

Madison

“Wait, so you,” Rachel lowered her voice and looked around the coffee shop, “gave him a blow job and then he just took off?”

I sipped at my coffee.  It was Sunday morning and I was tired and a little grumpy.  It was busy at the bar last night and even when my shift was finally done, and I was back home in my bed, I couldn’t sleep.

How could I sleep, when not even twenty-four hours earlier, the man I’d been in love with for years had stood in this very room and cum down my throat?  Just thinking about the way he tasted, the way he sounded as he told me I was his good girl, made my pussy wet and aching.  I squeezed my thighs together and took another sip of my coffee.

“Mads?”  Rachel touched my hand.

I smiled at her.  “Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“He told me about fifty times that he was very sorry, and that we should never have done this, and it was all his fault, not mine.  Then he left.”

“Ugh.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “Up until he looked completely horrified, it was the greatest moment of my life.”

“Is he at your house now working on the bookshelves?”

“No.”  I gave my best friend a miserable look.  “I was up before eight and waiting for him, but he never showed up.”

“Did you text him?”

“Yes.  He didn’t answer.”  I checked my phone as if I hadn’t been compulsively checking it every five minutes since he’d left my house.  “I messed up, Rach.  I pushed him into something he didn’t want to do.”

Rachel shrugged.  “I don’t know about that.  Jacob has never struck me as the type of guy to do something he doesn’t want to do.  Besides, he can try and deny it, but he wants you.  I’m a damn virgin and even I can see how much he wants to screw you.”

“Well, it’s never going to happen now.  He didn’t even kiss me, or touch me or want to see my…”

“See your what?”  Rachel asked.

“Uh, my um… lady garden?”

Rachel giggled until she snorted.  “Lady garden?  Seriously?”

I gave her a tired smile.  “He kept saying he couldn’t, that it wasn’t right.”

Rachel frowned.  “But he was perfectly fine with you giving him a blowjob.  Again, I know I have an embarrassing lack of experience, but that sounds pretty selfish of him.”

“It wasn’t like that.  He didn’t want me to give him the blowjob, I kind of tricked him into it.”

Rachel muttered a curse when she reached for her muffin and nearly knocked her coffee cup over.  Coffee splashed out over the rim and onto the table as she caught the cup just in time.  She mopped it up with a few napkins before standing to get more.  “All I know, is that if I ever finally get the chance to be naked with Ren, I’ll be very clear that he needs to give me oral sex before I suck his…oh!”

I could practically feel the mortification pouring off of Rachel when she bumped into the very man she’d been talking about.  Ren, his face an unreadable mask, steadied her with a hand on her upper arm.  Rachel’s face was so red, I figured she was close to just spontaneously combusting as Ren dropped his hand, stepped back and gave her a polite smile.

“I-I’m sorry.”  Rachel looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.

“Ms. Banks.”  Ren nodded to her before walking past our table.  “Maddie.”

“Hi, Ren.”

Rachel sunk into the chair, the red fading from her face to leave two spots high on her cheekbones.  “Do you think he heard me?”

I loved her, so I lied.  “No, he definitely didn’t hear you.”

“Are you – are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“You’re lying to me.”

I hesitated.  “Yeah, he heard you.”

“Oh my God.  I – what am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean?  Ren just heard me saying I wanted to suck his dick.”

“No,” I said, “he heard you say you would demand pussy eating from him.  That’s better.”

“How on earth is that better?”  The red was slowly creeping back up Rachel’s neck.

“Ren comes off as this gruff meanie, but it’s a total act.  He’s a sweetheart.  I could see him being more into giving than taking when it comes to oral sex.  He probably likes that you’d demand he stick his face in your hoo-hah and -”

“Mads!”  Rachel’s voice was bordering on horrified.

“What?”

“Don’t be…coarse.”

I just shrugged.  “Why don’t you just ask Ren out?”

“What if he says no?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

She bit at her bottom lip.  “You’ve gone crazy, Mads.”

“No, I haven’t.  I just – listen, I’ve ruined things with my crush, but it isn’t too late for you.  I’ve seen the way Ren looks at your boobs and your butt when you’re in the bar.  He wants you.”

“You never told me he did that.”  She snuck a quick glance at Ren who was standing at the counter.

“I know, and I should have.  Ask him out, Rach.  I bet he says yes.”

“I’m not sure I can ever look him in the eye again, to be honest.  Anyway, can we get out of here?  I want to leave before Ren has to walk by us again.”

She gathered up her muffin and her coffee cup as I stood.  “Do you mind if I bail?  I’m really tired and I think I just want to go home and try and get some sleep.”

She studied me before shaking her head.  “No, of course I don’t mind.  Do you want to come over later tonight for dinner?”

“I’d better not.  I have classes early tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

I followed Rachel to the parking lot, giving her a hug before we climbed into our separate cars.  I only lived about a ten minute drive from the coffee shop, and the whole way home, my stomach was a nervous knot.  When I pulled onto my street and didn’t see Jacob’s truck in my driveway, the hope that was building in my chest, died.

I parked, let myself into the house and went immediately to my bedroom.  I stripped off my clothes, before yanking the blinds shut and climbing into bed.  It wasn’t even noon yet, but I had the beginning of a headache, I was dead tired, and I felt sick to my stomach at how badly I’d screwed up with Jacob.  Tears starting to leak down my cheeks, I buried my face in my pillow and tried to forget that I had lost Jacob forever.

* * *

I woke three hours later.  I sat up in bed, clutching at the covers and cocking my head.  I thought I’d heard noise in the office next to me.  There was nothing but complete silence, and I decided I must have dreamt it.

I relaxed on the bed again.  I was still feeling lost and sad, but my headache was gone, and I wasn’t sick to my stomach anymore.  I sat up and grabbed my cell phone.  There was no text or missed call from Jacob and my heart sunk even lower.  I sat for a moment and then slid out of bed and walked to my dresser.  In the second drawer, buried deep under my other shirts, was a plain white t-shirt.  I pulled it out and pressed my nose into the soft fabric before inhaling.

That vague sense of guilt was already trickling down my spine, but I ignored it like I always did.  Even after all these years, the fabric still carried a hint of his scent.  I carefully unfolded the shirt and slipped it over my head before admiring myself in the mirror.  Jacob’s shirt was much too big, but I felt sexy as hell when I wore it.

I had stolen his shirt three years ago, straight from the laundry basket at his house.  My dad and I were at his place for a barbeque.  My crush was already fully-developed by then – hell, I think I’d been in love with Jacob since I was fifteen – and I could still remember the heat that went through my belly when we showed up to find a shirtless Jacob in the backyard.  He was drinking a beer and about to start grilling the steaks.

He and my dad immediately started talking about the latest baseball game.  I stood unnoticed, my heart beating as rapidly as a chipmunk on speed, as I’d stared at his half-naked body.  His broad chest was covered in dark hair as was his flat belly.  He wasn’t a carpet or anything, but the sight of all that dark coarse hair made my pussy soaking wet.  I’d slept with a few different guys by then, but all of them looked like gangly teenagers compared to Jacob.  They waxed their narrow chests, and the muscles in their arms and abdomens were from hours at the gym.

Jacob didn’t have washboard abs, but he was toned with a solid mass of muscle.  His hard body was the product of daily physical labour rather than gym machines.  I licked my lips and followed that mouth-watering v-line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Neither he nor my father even noticed the way I drooled over him.  Even three years ago, I was nothing but Frank’s daughter to Jacob.  A sweet young girl who never said no to the offer of a cherry popsicle.

I wandered away after nearly ten minutes.  It was purely self-preservation.  If I continued to stare at Jacob’s tanned skin, at the way the muscles in his back flexed and rippled as he grilled the steaks, I would have done something inappropriate like try and hump his stupidly thick thigh.

I’d gone to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and there it was, his t-shirt lying on top of a pile of other laundry in the wicker basket.  I’d picked up the shirt – it was still warm from the sun and the heat of his body – and stuffed it into my oversized bag.  I didn’t think about it, I just acted on pure instinct.

I’d spent the rest of the visit with a combination of lust and guilt coursing through me.  By the time we returned home, the lust was far greater than the guilt.  I had immediately gone to bed, stripped off my clothes and put Jacob’s t-shirt on.  His scent had surrounded me, and I’d masturbated furiously to the image of his naked chest.

In the three years since then, I’d worn his shirt many times.  At first it was only when I was feeling particularly horny for him, but as time went on, I started wearing it when I was lonely or upset about something.  I’d worn it every night for a month straight after dad died.  At the time, it felt like the only thing that comforted me, but I regretted it now.  My scent had overtaken his and now there was only the faintest reminder of him on it.

I rubbed my hand over his shirt one last time and headed downstairs to the kitchen.  Maybe I could visit Jacob at his place and sneak another shirt from the laundry.

Seriously?  You’re twenty-three years old.  Can you try and act like an adult?  Besides, after what happened yesterday, Jacob is never going to speak to you again, let alone invite you to his house for a visit.  What happened between you yesterday is the best you’ll ever get with him.  Just be happy you got that.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of apple juice.  I was still upset about how horrified Jacob had looked after he came in my mouth, but there was a part of me that couldn’t let go of my delight at finally having proof of his attraction to me. 

What happened nine months ago wasn’t a one-time thing, a moment brought on by grief and despair and a mutual need for comfort.  Jacob wanted me.  Hearing him call me ‘baby’ in that deep voice of his and seeing the lust in his eyes when he’d stared at my breasts, still made me wet and achy over twenty-four hours later.  Tasting him, having his cock in my mouth while he told me I was his good girl, was enough material for my masturbation fantasies to last me a damn decade.

I slid my free hand between my thighs.  I wasn’t wearing panties and my pussy was so wet I would ruin the damn couch if I sat down.  I’d have to go back upstairs and put some underwear on. 

His dick was amazing, yeah?  Big and thick and so fucking tasty.  Could you imagine how it would feel in your pussy?

I moved to the sink and washed my hands before unscrewing the cap from the carton of the apple juice and raising it to my mouth.  Yeah, I could definitely imagine how it would feel.  None of my previous boyfriends had dicks the size of Jacob’s, but I was more than willing to try and take his massive –

“Is that my shirt?”

I screamed in surprise at the deep voice coming from behind me.  The apple juice I was swallowing, made an abrupt break for my lungs and I immediately coughed and choked.  I leaned over the sink, gagging and coughing up the juice from what felt like the bottom of my lungs.

Jacob patted and then rubbed my back with his left hand as he used his right hand to pull my dark hair out of my face.  I coughed and coughed again, trying to catch my breath.

“You’re all right.  Take a breath, baby.”

I whooped in a big gulp of air into my burning lungs.  My eyes were watering, and I swiped at them before straightening a little.  I buried my face in the crook of my elbow and coughed again.

“You okay?” 

I lifted my head and stared up into Jacob’s handsome face.  I don’t think he even realized the way he was cupping the back of my neck under my hair, or the way our bodies were so close, the tips of my breasts were brushing against him.

“You scared me.”  I gave him an accusing look.  My heart was hammering away in my chest and my lungs were still burning a little.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“What are you doing here?”  I leaned against him.  I couldn’t help it.  He was big and warm and the way his fingers were kneading my neck, felt amazing.

He immediately stiffened, and I tried not to look as hurt as I felt when he dropped his hand and put a few feet of space between us.

“What are you doing here?”  I repeated.  I placed the cap back on the carton of apple juice and moved past him to put the juice in the fridge.  When I turned around, he was staring at my bare legs and the need on his face was so strong, it made my nipples harden in response.

“Jacob?”  I prompted.

“What?” 

Oh God, the hoarseness of his voice made me weak.

“Why are you here?”

He visibly tore his gaze away from my legs and stared at the table instead.  “I’m working on the bookshelves.  I’ve been here for an hour or so, I let myself in when you didn’t answer the door.”

“I didn’t hear you knocking.”

“Not surprised.  You were sleeping pretty soundly.”

“You came into my bedroom while I was sleeping?”

He gave me a guilty look.  “I just poked my head in to make sure you were okay.  I didn’t, uh, touch you or anything.”

Shit, I hadn’t meant to make him sound like a pervert.  “I know.  I wouldn’t have minded if you had.”

His face flushed, his gaze dipped to my tits and his big hands clenched into fists as another look of deep longing crossed his face.  A rush of adrenaline and lust went through me. 

Jacob was still tempted and, God help me, I was going to do everything in my power to make him give in to that temptation.

I gave him a lazy smile and crossed my arms under my tits, pulling the material of Jacob’s shirt taut across them.  “I stole it.”

“I – what?”  He couldn’t stop staring at my breasts.

“Your shirt.  I stole it three years ago.”

He blinked and finally raised his gaze to my face.  “You stole my shirt?”

“Yes, from the laundry basket in the bathroom.”

“Why?”  His look of genuine confusion almost made me giggle.

Instead, I gave him another slow and seductive smile.  “It smelled like you.  I took it home, put it on and then masturbated while I thought about you fucking me.”

I dropped my own gaze to his crotch.  His erection was obvious and he half-turned away from me.  “Stop it, Madison.”

“Stop what?  Stop stealing your clothes?  Stop wearing them?  Stop touching my pussy while I imagine you fucking me?”

“All of the above.”  His voice was unsteady and dripping with obvious desire.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.  You’re not my father.”

“I’m old enough to be your father,” he retorted.

“Barely.  My father was fifty-two,” I replied.  “Honestly, it was kind of weird that you and my dad were such good friends considering your age difference.”

“Not that weird.”

“A little weird.”

He blew his breath out in an exasperated rush.  “Just stop stealing my clothes and…”

“And what?”  I leaned against the counter and crossed my legs.

“You know what.”

“Rubbing my pussy while I think about you fucking me?”

“Madison, I asked you to stop.”  His look was half warning, half want.

“What if I don’t?  What are you going to do about it?”  I rubbed my flat stomach, loving the way his gaze immediately followed the motion of my hand.

“Why are you doing this to me?”  His voice was low.

I should have felt bad.

I didn’t.

“Because I want you and you want me.”

“It’s wrong.”

“It isn’t.  It’s so right, honey.  Can’t you see that?  Can’t you feel that?”

He didn’t reply, and my hands dropped to the hem of my shirt.  “Yesterday you didn’t want to see my pussy.  Do you want to see it today?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t wait for him to change his mind.  I lifted the hem of his shirt to just above my pussy.  He groaned and took a step toward me.

“Do you think my pussy is pretty, Jacob?”

“Yes.”

I raised my shirt a little higher as Jacob stared hungrily at my pussy.  He was on the edge of his control, and I traced my fingers over the small patch of dark curls at the top of my pussy.

“Fuck.”  His voice couldn’t hide his need.

“Would you like to see my ass, Jacob?”  I didn’t wait for him to respond.  I turned, bunching his shirt around my waist.  The cool air washed over my naked ass and I wiggled it at him, grinning when he made a low groan. 

I stared out the window above the sink, my own haze of lust so thick I could barely breathe and spread my legs just enough for him to see the wet, plump lips of my pussy.  “Do you see how wet I am for you, Jacob?  Do you see – oh!”

Jacob’s hard hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hauled me to my tiptoes.  His leg pushed my legs wide and I had no idea when or how he got his damn pants undone so quickly, but there was no mistaking the smooth, blunt head of his cock that was pushing against my entrance.  An image of his massive cock flickered through me and there was the tiniest trickle of anxiety.

“Jacob, maybe we shouldn’t -”

“No.”  His hot breath washed over my cheek.  “No more teasing.  Take my cock like my good girl.”

Without waiting for my reply, he thrust into me.  He was big, big enough that my little pussy tried to resist the sudden invasion.  He made a low moan and pushed again, sinking himself balls-deep into my hot core.

I cried out, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as Jacob bent me over the counter.  I stared into the sink, my body shaking with every driving thrust of Jacob’s cock. My pussy squeezed around him as he angled me a bit higher and pounded in and out of me.  The edge of the counter was digging into my stomach, my face was almost touching the bottom of the sink, but with every stroke, the head of Jacob’s cock rubbed against my g-spot.  I’d never once had a man find my g-spot so fucking easily and I screamed my pleasure as Jacob increased his pace.  He was fucking me so hard, my feet were nearly lifted off the ground with every hard stroke.  I screwed my eyes shut and screamed again as my orgasm hit me in a hard, sweet rush that made lights explode beneath my eyelids.

Jacob bellowed my name, his large body driving mine up against the counter.  He pinned me against it, one hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped in my hair as he came deep inside of me.  He shook wildly as his cum filled my pussy. 

He rested his forehead against my back, breathing heavily and his hand rubbing my hip as he softened inside of me.  When he straightened and pulled out, I could already feel his cum starting to drip from my pussy and down my inner thigh.

He turned me around.  My smile died on my lips at the look on his face.  “Jacob?  Are you okay?”

“Go and put some other clothes on.”  He turned away and zipped up.

“Are you leaving me again?”

“No.”  He didn’t turn around.  “But we need to talk, and I can’t – I need you to get dressed.  Please, baby.  Just do what I’m asking.”

“Okay.”  I walked unsteadily from the kitchen, certain that when I returned he’d be gone.

Chapter Four

Jacob

She returned to the kitchen less than ten minutes later.  I had poured her a glass of water and myself a glass of scotch from the liquor cabinet.  She immediately picked up the scotch and drained it before plopping down in one of the kitchen chairs.

She was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt and while I was grateful she was no longer wearing just my shirt, would it have killed her to put a fucking bra on?  I tried not to stare at her tits as I poured another scotch and pulled the glass closer to me before she could take it.

“The water is for you.”

She didn’t reply, just stared silently at me.  I could see the relief in them but before I could ask about it, she said, “I thought you would be gone again.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave.”

“I know, but…”

“But what?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me, Mads.”

She traced her finger along the top of the table and shook her head.  Her nipples were still hard and pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, reminding me that I still hadn’t touched them, licked them, sucked on them.

Christ.  I was getting hard again.  I was like a fucking teenager around Maddie.  I tried to discreetly adjust myself before drinking the scotch in my glass in two swallows.

Maddie reached for the bottle.  “Do you want more?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

She unscrewed the cap and took another slug of scotch straight from the bottle.  She coughed and gasped as her cheeks turned red.

“Mads, stop.”

I reached across the table and plucked the bottle from her hand before she could take another drink.  She scowled at me and crossed her arms under her tits.  I tried not to stare at them like a fucking pervert and failed miserably.

“I’m clean,” I said abruptly as I set the scotch bottle down in front of me.

“What?”  She gave me a confused look.

Christ.  Shame swept through me.  I hadn’t meant to cum in Mads.  Hell, I hadn’t meant to fuck her at all.  But I had fucked her, and I had cum in her and now I needed to reassure her that not only was I disease free, but that I would take responsibility for any consequences of my actions.

“I’m clean,” I repeated.  “I’ll show you my records online.  I’m sorry, Mads.  I – I didn’t’ mean to cum in you.”  Fuck, just saying the words made me sound like a creep.

“I liked it,” she said.  “I would have been mad at you if you hadn’t cum in me when you fucked me.”

“I shouldn’t have fucked you.”  My voice was too loud.  “But I did and now I -”

“Do you regret it?”

I shook my head.  I should have lied to her, should have told her that it was a huge mistake, but I couldn’t.  “No.”

Her entire body lost its tension and she gave me her gorgeous smile.  She reached for my hand, that smile faltering when I pulled back.

“I don’t regret it, baby, but we can’t do it again.”

She didn’t say anything, and I made my voice stern.  “I mean it, Madison.  No more teasing me when I’m trying to work, by not wearing a bra or by showing me your pussy.”

“You wanted to see it.”

I rubbed my forehead.  She had a point and she didn’t seem traumatized by what just happened, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the anxiety in her voice right before I fucked her.  She had tried to ask me to stop and I had completely ignored her.  No, worse, I had told her she had to fuck me.

Shame swirled in my guts and now it was my turn to take a swig straight from the bottle.

“Jacob?  What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?  You were about to ask me to stop and I fucked you anyway, Mads.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to stop.”

“You were,” I insisted.  “You were telling me we shouldn’t fuck, and I ignored you.”

My erection had disappeared, but she shifted in her chair and just the gentle sway of her tits made my cock twitch.  I was a fucking monster.

“I wasn’t suggesting we shouldn’t have sex.  I was trying to suggest that maybe we shouldn’t have sex right here in the kitchen.  And that’s only because you’re really big and I was afraid it might hurt.  I thought it might be better if I was on top and could control the pace.”

“Did it hurt?” I asked.

“A little.”

“Fuck.”  Her admission sent fresh guilt knifing through me. “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.”

She brushed off my apology.  “Only at first and it’s just because I’ve never been with anyone as big as you.  I’ll adjust to your size.”

Christ, I hated how excited it made me to hear her talk like we’d be fucking again. 

We couldn’t.

“Mads, we can’t do this again.”

“Yes, we can.”

“No, we can’t.”

She just laughed.  “Do you really think you can resist me, Jacob?  Now that you know how tight my pussy is?  How wet it is for you?”

“What if you’re pregnant?”

“What if I am?”

I reached across and took her hand.  Squeezed it.  “I’ll do right by you, Mads.  I promise.  If you’re carrying my baby, I’ll take care of the both of you.”

“Thank you.  That means a lot.  But I’m on the pill so…”

“Oh.  Okay, well, uh, that’s good.” 

Fuck, was that disappointment I was feeling?  I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t.  If Madison was pregnant with my baby, it was the perfect excuse to be with her.

“You look disappointed.”

I cleared my throat. “I’m not.”

“You like the idea of me being knocked up with your baby.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do.”  She gave me a saucy grin that had me itching to kiss her, to strip her naked, and to fuck her.  Instead, I stood up.

“We aren’t doing this again, Madison.  Do you understand?  I’m here to work on the bookshelves, nothing more.”

“Sure, okay.”

I scowled at her tone.  “I’m serious.  What happened between us can’t happen again.  If the people in this town knew that I had…”

She made a face at me.  “I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone in this town thinks, Jacob, and you shouldn’t either. It’s none of their business if we’re together or not.”

“I don’t care what they say about me.  I don’t want them talking shit about you though.  You’re young and beautiful and you have your entire life ahead of you.  I’m not going to let you waste it on an old man like me.”

“You’re not an old man.”

I grimaced and shook my head.  “I’m going to work on the bookshelves.  Do me a favour and – and stay away from me.”

I expected to see hurt on her face.  Instead, she smiled at me.  “Whatever you say, Jacob.”

She was up to something but seeing as I was about two seconds away from ripping off her clothes and fucking her in the kitchen again, I couldn’t stick around to find out what it was.  Muttering a curse under my breath, I stalked out of the room.

Chapter Five

Madison

“This isn’t a good idea, Maddie.”

“Sure it is.  Pass me that lipstick.  The one in the pink tube.”

Rachel passed me the lipstick.  “It’s your first Friday off in months and you’re going to spend it drinking at Ren’s Bar.”

“No, I’m going to spend it flirting with every guy I see to make Jacob jealous,” I corrected.  “He doesn’t know I have a night off, so he’ll show up at the bar tonight just like he does every Friday night.  He’ll see me dancing and flirting and it’ll drive him crazy.”

“What if he just leaves?”

“He probably will.  Jacob is stubborn.  But, it’s been a week since he’s seen me, and I know how much he wants me.  He might leave the bar tonight, but he’ll think about me all night, think about what he’s missing.  Then, tomorrow when he comes by to work on the bookshelves, I’ll just happen to accidentally be walking out of the shower.  Completely naked.  He won’t be able to resist me.”

Rachel laughed, and I grinned at her before carefully applying the lipstick. 

“This plan is so insane, it might work.  You know that?”

“Of course it’ll work,” I said.  “Jacob wants me as much as I want him.  He’s just worried about what the assholes in this town will say.  But I don’t care, Rach.  I want him.  I love him.  And if making him jealous is the first step to getting him to admit that he loves me too, then so be it.”

“You think Jacob loves you?”

I wrinkled my nose at her.  “Why wouldn’t he?  I’m awesome.”

She laughed again.  “I know.  I just meant that there’s a difference between lust and love, but it isn’t always clear.”

I set the lipstick down and stared at Rachel in the mirror.  “I know.  And hell, maybe he doesn’t love me, maybe he just really wants to fuck me.  I hope not, but you’re right, it might just be that.  There’s only one way to find out.”

I stood and turned around to stare critically at Rachel.  “Now, what do we do about this?”

“About what?”  Rachel gave her outfit a self-conscious look.

“You’re not going to make Ren insane with need wearing tights, an ankle-length skirt and a shirt buttoned up to your neck, sweetie.”

She tugged at her skirt.  “I’m too fat to wear short skirts.”

I scowled at her.  “You’re not fat and if you say that again, I’ll punch you in the tit.”

She covered her breasts with her arms and scowled at me.  “I’m not wearing a short skirt to the bar, Mads.  Not with my fa – chunky thighs.”

“Fine.”  I tugged her arms away and unbuttoned her shirt.  “At least unbutton your shirt a little.  God gave you the best-looking tits in town, you need to at least – hello, what’s this?”

Before Rachel could stop me, I had unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and was staring at her bra.  It was fire-engine red with a lace edging and a demi-cup.  It barely covered her nipples and pushed her breasts into high mounds on her chest.

“Holy shit, Rachel.  I’m completely hetero and even I’m a little turned on by your tits right now.”

“Shut up, Mads!”  She blushed furiously and yanked her shirt closed.

“That’s a gorgeous bra.  Where’d you get it?”

“I ordered it online.”

“It’s sexy as hell.  You’re like the total cliché of the librarian.  You know that, right?  All prim and proper on the outside and total slut under your clothes.”

“I like pretty underwear, okay?  It doesn’t make me a slut.”

I grinned at her.  “Nah, it doesn’t.  But, if Ren could see what was under your shirt, he’d totally pop your cherry for you, no questions asked.  In fact, come here.”

“What?”  She was reaching for the buttons on her shirt and I brushed her hands away.

“Take off your shirt.”  I started digging through the top drawer of my dresser.

“Why?”

“Just do it.  Put this on.”

She slipped out of her shirt and took the shirt I gave her.  She started to button it before shaking her head.  “I can’t wear this.  It’s too small.  I’m like four sizes larger than you.”

“It’s perfect,” I said.

“I can’t even get it buttoned over my boobs!”

She was tugging futilely at the edges of the shirt.  She’d managed to do up the button across her tits, but it was straining to do its job.

“That’s the point.”

Rachel gave me a look of horror.  “Are you kidding me?  I can’t go to the bar like this.  My tits are nearly falling out of my shirt.”

I studied the deep v of her cleavage and her pale milky skin.  “Just don’t run or jump up and down and you’ll be fine.”

“The shirt is too tight, it shows off my gut.”

“It shows off your gorgeous curves.  Besides, with those boobs, no one is going to be looking at your stomach.  I guarantee it.  Are you going to wear your hair in the bun or should we see what it looks like down?”

“No,” Rachel said.  “I didn’t wash my hair this morning, so I can’t wear it down.”

“Really?”  I studied her hair.  “Jesus, it looks good.  I gotta wash my hair every day or it’s like a fucking oil bath on my scalp.  Just take it down and see.”

I reached for the two sticks that were somehow the only thing keeping Rachel’s long, thick hair in the bun.

“No.”  Rachel ducked away from me and gave me a stubborn look.  “I’ll wear your too-small shirt but I’m keeping my hair up.  My mom says it’s not a flattering look for me when I wear my hair down.”

“Yeah, well your mom’s a bitch and we all know it.”

Rachel didn’t reply, and I kissed her cheek.  “I’m sorry, sweetie.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.  I know what my mom is.”

We were silent for a moment and then I put my arm around her and squeezed her tight.  “You look beautiful, Rach.  Now, let’s go drink, dance, and make our men insane with lust.”

* * *

“Sweetie, why don’t we just go home?”  I gave Rachel a worried look.

It was three hours later, and we were both standing in front of the sinks in the ladies’ room at Ren’s Bar.

She shook her head and finished washing her hands.  “No, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

“I am.”

“He’s an idiot, Rach.”

She just shrugged, and I could see her blinking back the tears as she turned and reached for the paper towel.

Much to my confusion, Ren had not only not been sucked in by Rachel’s gorgeous boobs, but he hadn’t even spared a single glance at her all night.  I’d sent her up twice to get fresh drinks instead of waiting for Liz to serve us and each time Ren had sent Peter, the other bartender, over to help her. 

“Listen, why don’t we go back to my place and watch something loud and scary on Netflix.  I’ll make popcorn and we’ll forget all about -”

“No.”  Rachel turned back and adjusted her boobs before smiling weakly at me.  “It’s fine, Mads.  Honest.  It was stupid of me to think Ren might be interested in someone like me.  Besides, Jacob hasn’t even shown up yet.  If we leave now, you’ll never make him jealous enough to, uh, screw you tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t care,” I said.  “I’m not going to ask you to do something that makes you completely miserable.”

“You’re not,” Rachel said.  “We’d better get back out there.  They’re waiting for us.”

“They can wait a little longer.”

“They” were Elliott and Richie.  Two guys around our age and from the next town over.  They had latched on to us about twenty minutes after we arrived at the bar.  Elliott was polite and kind of funny and it was obvious that he wanted to take Rachel home and do naughty things to her.  Richie was an asswipe with an ego bigger than the damn planet.

My guy is kind of nice, right?  Maybe I’ll take him home and get him to-to pop my cherry for me tonight.”

I frowned at her.  “Rach, don’t give it away to this guy just because he’s nice, okay?  You’ve waited this long, there’s no reason to -”

“Exactly,” Rachel reapplied her lip gloss, “I’ve waited too long and I’m tired of being a virgin.”

“But Ren -”

“What about him?”  She gave me a sudden furious look.  “He doesn’t want me and it’s stupid to wait to give my virginity to a guy who barely knows I exist.  I’m glad your crush is working out for you, okay?  I really am.  But mine isn’t and it’s time I grew up and realized it.”

“Okay.”

She gave me another furious look before slumping against the counter.  “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”  I gave her a quick side-hug.  “I totally get it.  It’s your body and your decision and if you want to take Elliott home tonight and hump his nice-guy brains out, I support you.”

She smiled a little.  “Your guy is kind of a douchebag, honey.”

“I know, right?  Richie is a real piece of work, but honestly, it makes it a little easier.  He’s such an arrogant asshole that I don’t feel bad just using him to make Jacob jealous.”

I squeezed her again.  “Ready to go back out there?”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Six

Jacob

“Hi, handsome.”

“Hi, Liz.”  I smiled politely at the dark-haired waitress.  She had her hair in her usual pigtails and when she leaned down, I could see straight down her shirt.  I kept my eyes on her face as a flash of disappointment crossed her face.

She straightened and placed one hand on her hip.  “What can I get you?”

“Isn’t this Madison’s section?”  Christ, did I have to sound so eager?

“She’s not working tonight.”

“What?  She’s not here?”  I gave Liz a look of confusion.

“She’s here, just not working.  What can I get you to drink?”

“Uh, a beer.  Whatever’s on tap.”

“Coming right up.”

Liz walked away, and I stared around the bar.  What the hell was going on?  Madison wasn’t working but she was at the bar?  I didn’t see her, and I wondered for a minute if Liz was fucking with me.

“Holy shit.”  My gaze had landed on the hallway leading into the restrooms.  Rachel Banks was walking out of the hallway and into the bar.  Her hair was in its usual bun and she was wearing a long skirt, but her shirt was incredibly tight and showing off a generous amount of her large tits.  My gaze automatically went to the bar.

Maybe it was because I spent every Friday night in the damn bar, or maybe it was just because a man who had spent the last nine months lusting after a woman he could never have, recognized another asshole who was in the exact same fucked-up situation, but I knew that Ren wanted Rachel as much as I wanted Madison. 

Ren was staring at Rachel as she crossed the bar.  I frowned in confusion.  There was lust in Ren’s gaze, plenty of it, but it was almost overshadowed by anger.  Why would he be angry?  Why would he be –

I forgot about Ren’s anger as I caught sight of Madison walking behind Rachel.  All the blood in my head drained to my dick and it swelled with painful intensity.  Her dark hair was down, and her shirt hugged her tits.  She was wearing a short little skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her smooth, pale legs.  An image of those legs spread wide while I buried my face in her pussy, went through me and I groaned at the pressure in my jeans.  Fuck, I was going to explode.

I’d spent all week dreaming about Madison and wishing I could go to her.  I had worked overtime at Eleanor’s, both in a bid to keep myself too busy to think about Maddie and to finish the job so I didn’t have to avoid Eleanor’s goddamn wandering hands and come up with excuse after excuse about why I couldn’t join her in her fucking bedroom.  I had finished the job this afternoon, thank fucking Christ. 

Maddie and Rachel sat down at their table and I suddenly understood Ren’s anger.  I was immediately filled with the same anger when I saw the pimple-faced kid put his arm around my woman.  Another dark-haired guy was grinning at Rachel, his gaze practically glued to her tits, but I didn’t spare a thought for Ren or his rage.  My own rage was threatening to spill out and send me on a rampage that would end with me kicking the shit out of a kid decades younger than me.

I tried to breathe deep but when the guy started to lean toward Madison, I was up and out of my seat.  Before I could stomp over there, Liz was standing in front of me.

“Here’s your drink, sweetheart.”  She set it on the table.

“Thanks.”

She smiled expectantly at me and I yanked my wallet from my pocket and handed her a ten.  “Keep the change.”

“Why, thanks, big guy.  Hey, what are you doing later tonight?  You want to get a drink after my shift?”  She smiled again at me and I bared my teeth at her.

“Not fucking interested, Liz.  Leave.”

She took a step back.  “You don’t have to be a dick about it.”

I ignored her, and my big hands clenched into fists when she finally left and I could see the empty table where Mads had been sitting.  I looked around the bar frantically.  Ren was already out from behind the bar and I strode across the room, following him to the small dance floor. 

Dimly I was aware of Ren pushing the dark-haired guy away from Rachel and taking her by the arm, but most of my concentration was on Madison and the pimply dick holding her way too tight as they danced.

I stood behind Madison and glared at the guy.  “Get lost, asshole.”

“Who the fuck are you?”  The kid gave me a look that was supposed to scare me.

I laughed in his face.  “Get. Lost.”

“You know this guy?”  He asked Madison and she nodded.  “Tell him to fuck off then.  We’re dancing.”

“Last chance, dickhead.  Take your hands off of her.”

“What if I don’t?”

Madison squirmed out of his grip and put her arm around my waist.  “C’mon, Jacob, let’s go.”

The guy glared at her.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  You’ve been wagging your ass and pussy at me all night and now you’re just going to -”

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.”  My voice wasn’t loud, but the kid took one look at my face and stepped back.

“Fuck this shit.  Elliott, get your whore and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Madison turned to the dark-haired guy, her body tensing.  “Where’s Rachel?  What did you do with Rachel?”

I put my arm around her and squeezed her hip.  “She’s with Ren.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”  I nodded toward the hallway where Rachel was just disappearing with Ren into his office.

“Okay.”  Madison’s body sagged with relief as Elliott rolled his eyes and followed his buddy off the dance floor.

Without speaking, I pulled Madison into my arms.  I couldn’t dance worth shit but I could at least fucking sway to the music.  Madison put her arms around my shoulders and smiled up at me.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing, Madison?”

“What do you mean?”

“You show up at the bar in a skirt that barely covers your ass, hell, half the guys in here have probably seen your goddamn panties, and you’re flirting and dancing with some asshole.”

“One – I’m not wearing panties so there’s no way anyone’s seen them and – oh, hello Mr. Jacob.”

I growled at her as she rubbed against my obvious erection.  “Stop it.  And don’t you dare leave the house again without panties.  Do you hear me?”

“I’m wearing a bra,” she said with a sassy grin.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from returning her grin.  “I mean it, Madison.  You wear your fucking panties whenever you leave the house.”

“Why?  What’s the big deal?”

“Because I don’t want anyone seeing what’s -” 

Shit. I couldn’t say it.  Not to her.

“Seeing what’s yours?”  She smiled at me and rubbed the back of my neck with her soft hand.  “Is that what you were going to say?”

“No.”

“Liar.”  She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against my ear.  I should have been pushing her away, but instead I just held her tighter against me.

She kissed my earlobe before licking the curve of it.  “My pussy is yours, Jacob.”

“It isn’t.”  My voice was hoarse, on the breaking point of need.

“It is.  Only yours.  I’m never going to let anyone else fuck my little pussy but you.  You know that, don’t you?”

“Don’t say that, baby.”

“It’s true.  I’ll wait for you forever, if I have to.”

“Mads…”

“Take me home, Jacob,” she whispered into my ear.  “Take me home so I can fuck you.  It’s what we both want.  What we both need.  Isn’t it?”

“Yes.”  I was helpless to resist her.  Helpless to ignore my need for her. 

She kissed my cheek and took a step back.  I immediately missed her softness and her warmth.  She took my hand and we were halfway across the bar when she stopped.

“What’s wrong?”  I was suddenly afraid she’d changed her mind.

“Rachel.  I need to tell her I’m leaving with you or she’ll be worried.”  She turned and, still holding my hand, marched toward Ren’s office.  I followed her like an obedient puppy.  Hell, I’d have been surprised if my tongue wasn’t hanging out.  I was pretty sure that half the goddamn patrons in the bar were staring at us and I didn’t give a fuck.

We walked down the hallway and Madison was just about to knock on Ren’s door when the distinct sound of a woman moaning came drifting out of his office.  She stared up at me and we both leaned a little closer.  There was more moaning and the gasps of a woman on the edge of her orgasm.  The low sound of Ren’s voice was too quiet to understand.  The higher pitch of Rachel’s was perfectly understandable.

“No one fucks me, but you, Ren.”

“Holy shit,” Mads whispered. “Is that -”

She was cut off by the unmistakable cries of a woman cumming, and cumming pretty fucking hard from the sounds of it.  My cock hardened again.  Soon it would be my woman making those noises as I fucked her over and over again.

“Jacob?”  The look on Maddie’s face was kind of adorable.  “Did Rachel just…”

“Have an orgasm?”

She nodded, and I grinned at her.  “Yeah, sounded like it to me.  C’mon, this isn’t the time to interrupt.  You can text her.”

“Yeah, okay.”  Madison was still staring at the door and she said almost absently, “That sounded like a really good one.”

I tapped her on the ass and leaned down to suck on her earlobe.  “Get your sweet ass in my truck and I’ll take you home and give you a dozen of those really good ones.”

“Promise?”  She said breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Can I sit on your face?”  She gave me a sweet little smile and I almost came in my pants.

“Fuck.  Yes, you can sit on my face.  Now let’s go before I push you up against the wall and Rachel gets to hear what you sound like when you’re cumming.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

I grinned at her and we walked quickly out of the bar and into the cool night air.  We were at my truck and I was unlocking the door when Mads made a low gasp.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Rachel.”

I followed her gaze.  Rachel was hurrying to her car.  Her hair was down, and I was surprised to see it hung nearly to her waist.  I’d never seen her hair down before.

“Give me one minute, okay?”  Madison said.

I nodded and waited for her at the truck as she hurried across the parking lot to Rachel.  I watched the two women talk.  After nearly five minutes, Madison hugged Rachel and the curvier woman climbed into her car.  She drove away as Madison walked back to me.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”  Madison was chewing on her bottom lip and I squeezed her hand.

“If you need to be with your friend tonight, I understand.”

She smiled at me.  “Thank you, but Rachel said she wanted to be alone.”

“Did Ren…”

She hesitated and then said, “Rachel’s, um, a virgin and Ren knew it somehow.  I guess he went all alpha male and told her that her cherry belonged to him and she wasn’t allowed to let another guy even touch her.  They didn’t fuck or anything, but he made her cum.”

“So, why is she leaving?”  I asked.

She said he went all weird as soon as she climaxed and told her that she should leave.”

“He’s older than her, maybe the age difference is freaking him out.”

She gave me a wry look.  “Not that big of an age difference and besides, just because it’s your personal hang-up, doesn’t mean it’s Ren’s.”

“Are you sure you still want to do this?”  I asked.

She ran her hand over my flat stomach and my cock surged against my jeans.  “Are you trying to get out of your promise to let me sit on your face, Jacob?”

“No,” I said.  “But -”

“Then take me home so you can eat my pussy.”

I unlocked the truck and lifted her into it. 

“You should know that I might ruin your seats,” she said when I slid behind the wheel.  “Between listening to Ren make Rachel cum and knowing that you’re going to eat my pussy, I’m soaking wet.”

“The seats are leather, don’t worry about it.”  I lifted the divider and patted the spot beside me.  “Slide over beside me.”

She did what I asked, and I started the truck and drove out of the parking lot.  “Lift your skirt and show me your sweet pussy.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

I bit back my groan at her obedience.  She wiggled her skirt up to her waist and when I stopped at a red light, I studied her pussy in the dim light.  “Spread your legs.”

She spread her legs and I squeezed her knee.  “Rub your pussy for me.”

She dipped her hand between her legs and moaned when she made contact with her pussy. 

“You nice and wet for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

She lifted her hand and I stared at her wet fingers before opening my mouth.  She stuck her fingers in my mouth and I licked them clean as the light turned green.  “You taste so good, baby.”

“Thank you, Jacob.”

“I can’t wait to have my tongue buried nice and deep in your tight, little hole.  Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”  She said it on a moan.  Her fingers were back in her pussy and I could see her rubbing furiously at her clit.

“Stop it, baby.”

“No!”  She pouted at me and I squeezed her knee.

“No cumming yet.”

“I want to.”

“I know.  But be my good girl and keep your fingers out of your pussy.”

She pouted again but moved her fingers away.

“Good girl.  Keep your legs spread nice and wide for me.”

“Will you put your fingers in me, Jacob?”

“We’re almost home.”

“I need something in my pussy.”  She gave me a pleading look.  “I can’t stand how empty it feels.”

“You can’t cum.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said eagerly.  “I won’t cum, Jacob.  I promise.”

I reached down and cupped her pussy.  She was soaking wet and I gave her clit a little rub before sinking two fingers into her tight pussy.  She squealed happily and clenched around me.  When she started to hump my hand, I shook my head.

“No, baby.  Don’t fuck my fingers.”

“Please?”

“No.  Stay still or I’ll take my fingers out and then your little pussy won’t have anything.”

She moaned and grabbed my wrist, keeping my fingers embedded deep inside of her.  I could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching around me and I grinned as I turned onto her street.  “You like having my fingers inside you, baby?”

“I want your cock in my pussy.”

“Soon.”  I parked in her driveway and pulled my fingers free.  I licked them clean and shut off the truck.  I waited a beat and then stared at her.  “Madison, are you sure – absolutely sure – that this is what you want?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”  She took my hand and kissed the palm of it before smiling her sweet smile.  “Come inside, Jacob.  Make me yours.”

Chapter Seven

Madison

I didn’t get nervous until we were both in my bedroom.  Suddenly, the room seemed too warm and my hands were getting clammy.  I didn’t know why I was nervous.  I’d already had sex with Jacob and had his cock in my mouth for God’s sake.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”  Jacob was studying me carefully.

Afraid he would call a stop to everything if he knew I was suddenly nervous, I smiled and lied.  “Nothing’s wrong.”

He stepped forward and pulled me into his embrace.  His big hands rubbed my lower back.  “Don’t lie to me, Madison.  I don’t ever want you to lie to me.  Okay?”

“Okay.”

He smoothed my hair back from my face.  “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m just suddenly feeling a little nervous.  I don’t know why I’m nervous, but I don’t want you to leave.  Okay?”

“I won’t leave.  Do you want to just lie on the bed together?”

My mouth dropped open and I started to giggle.  “Jacob Marken, did you just ask me if I want to cuddle?”

His cheeks went red and I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed hard before rubbing myself against his erection.  “You’re amazing.  Your dick is rock fucking hard and you’re willing to just cuddle with me.”

He cleared his throat.  “I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t -”

“I want this.  I want this very much.  I just realized that we haven’t even kissed yet and, I don’t know, it made me feel weird.”

He smiled down at me before cupping my face and lowering his mouth to mine.  At the first touch of his firm lips. I moaned and parted mine.  He didn’t tease or torment.  He slid his tongue into my mouth and kissed me like I belonged to him.

I returned his kiss with an eagerness that should have been embarrassing but wasn’t.  Jacob was an amazing kisser and I could have spent the next decade just kissing him.  When his big hand cupped my breast, I wished desperately that I wasn’t wearing a bra.  I rubbed up against him as he kneaded my breast, his thumb rubbing my hardening nipple.

“Jacob, please,” I whimpered against his mouth.

He stepped away from me and pulled my shirt over my head.  He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, giving my breasts a look of pure appreciation when he took my bra off.  “So beautiful, Mads.”

“Thank you.”

He unzipped my skirt and tugged it down my legs.  “Step out.”

I stepped out of the skirt and he studied my naked body before leaning down and kissing me again.  I sucked on his tongue when he slid it into my mouth and tried to cling to him when he pulled back.  “Lie on the bed, baby.”

I did what he asked, watching with barely-controlled lust as he stripped off his clothing.  It was the first time I’d seen him completely naked and I studied him with a lack of inhibition as he stood in my room.  His upper body was just as gorgeous as I remembered with his broad shoulders, flat stomach and dark hair that I was almost desperate to touch.  He had a narrow waist and hips with muscular thighs and calves.  My gaze arrowed in on his cock.  It was fully erect, the head a dark red and already dripping pre-cum.  It was long and thick and mine.

All mine.

When he stretched out on his side beside me, I pouted at him again.  “You said I could sit on your face.”

“Soon.  I want those pretty little nipples in my mouth first.”

My nipples were already hard, and I moaned when he leaned down and circled them with his tongue.  My hands threaded through his thick hair and I pulled hard.  He growled against my breast and nipped the side of it.  I squealed and eased my grip as he said, “Be my good girl.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

That made him groan and he sucked hard on my nipple.  My back arched, and I cried his name.  The suction of his mouth, the way his tongue brushed back and forth over the tip of my nipple was making me crazy.  When he switched to the other one and tormented it, I pounded on his back and pleaded for mercy.

He raised his head and grinned at me while his fingers pinched and toyed with my sensitive nipples.  “I love your nipples.  They’re so fucking sensitive.”

“Jacob, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need to cum.”

“Soon.”  He dipped his head and went back to work teasing my nipples.  His big thigh pushed between my legs and I humped it shamelessly, rubbing my clit against him in a desperate attempt to cum.

He pulled on my nipple with his teeth.  I squeaked and froze against him.  He released it and licked away the slight sting.  “I said no cumming, Mads.”

“You’re the worst!”  I smacked him on the back and he laughed before rubbing his hair-roughened thigh against my pussy.  I moaned and clutched at his back, wanting to rub myself against him, but not quite daring to with his lips still attached to my nipple.

“Do you want to sit on my face now, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Not yet.”

“Goddamn you!”

He laughed again and continued his torment to my nipples.  This time, he pushed his hand between my thighs and lightly stroked the lips of my pussy.  “You’re so wet for me.  Me and only me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Jacob.”

His fingers brushed my clit and I shrieked and arched into him.  He immediately withdrew his hand and I made a sharp cry of need.  “Jacob!”

“Shh, baby.  I want you to cum while I’m licking your little pussy.”

“Then let me sit on your goddamn face!”

“All right.”

“No!  Stop teasing me and…what?”

“I said, all right.”  He flipped to his back and grinned at me.  “Hop on, baby.”

He didn’t have to tell me a third time.  I scrambled up and straddled his face a bit awkwardly but enthusiastically.  His big hands curled around my thighs and he tugged me a little closer before inhaling.  “You smell so sweet.”

I moaned when his tongue flicked out and licked my pussy lips.  “You taste sweet, baby.”

“Please,” I whispered.  My brash, take-charge personality was gone.  One stroke of Jacob’s tongue and I was already reduced to a whimpering, pleading mess.  “Oh please, taste me.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”  He licked my lips again and I shuddered all over before grabbing the headboard.  My knuckles went white as Jacob licked away all my juices.  He was deliberately avoiding my clit, but when I tried to grind my pussy against his mouth, his big hands around my thighs stopped me.

His hot, wet tongue licked lower and when he pushed it into my hole, I began to beg mindlessly.  He pushed it in and out and fuck, it felt fantastic, but my clit was throbbing with an almost painful intensity.

“Please,” I begged as I rocked against his face, “please, my clit!”

“What about it, baby?”  Jacob’s voice was muffled and just the way his lips moved against my heated flesh, made me want to scream.

“Please lick it.”

His warm laugh vibrated against my pussy and I cried out when he made a slow lick from the bottom of my pussy right to the bottom of my clit.  I squeezed the headboard again and made an inarticulate noise of pure lust.  If he didn’t lick my clit soon, if he didn’t give me relief for –

I screamed, my back arching when Jacob’s hot tongue licked across my clit.  My orgasm shot through me like a bullet, making my body shake and my pussy gush all over Jacob’s mouth and face.  He licked my clit again as the pleasure crested inside of me.  I couldn’t help it, I screamed again, grinding my pussy against Jacob’s lips and tongue.  He sucked at my clit, sending little aftershocks of pleasure tingling through me.  I jerked and twitched, my grip on the headboard the only thing keeping me upright.

“Move down, baby.”

“Can’t…let go.  Fall…over,” I gasped.

He chuckled, and his hands moved to my waist.  “You can.  I’ll help you.”

I let go of the headboard but before I could tip over, Jacob was holding me upright and helping me to ease down his broad body.  I straddled his thighs, my body still shaking and twitching from my climax, as Jacob kept one hand on my waist and used the other to wipe his face with the sheet.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He shook his head.  “Don’t ever be sorry for cumming on my face.  In fact, if you’re not cumming on my face once a day, we’re doing something wrong.”

I grinned weakly at him.  I was tired and more than a little sleepy, but Jacob was hard as a rock.  “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Yes, baby, I am.”

“Okay.”  I gave him a pleased little smile that made him grin.

“Can you ride me, Mads?”

I nodded, and he helped me move forward and then guide his dick to the entrance of my pussy.  The head was an even darker red and he was slick with precum.  It brushed against my pussy and both of us groaned.

“Fuck, get me inside of you before I cum all over your fucking pussy.”

I pushed down, feeling the broad head parting my folds and sliding into my hole.  I tried to stop halfway, to give my pussy a chance to adjust, but Jacob shook his head.  “No, don’t stop.”

“It’s too big,” I complained.  “Just give me a minute to -”

“No.”  His big hands cupped my hips in a hard grip and he thrust upwards, forcing my pussy to take another few inches.  “Take my cock, Madison.”

Shit.  His demand shouldn’t have turned me on so much.  But there was no denying it did.  I pushed against him and we both watched as my pussy took inch after inch of his thick cock until he was seated completely inside of me.

“Oh God,” I moaned. 

Jacob reached up and cupped my tits, playing with my nipples.  “Move, Maddie.  Fuck my dick.”

I braced my hands on his chest, touching the rough hair with the pads of my fingers before I began to move.  I slid up and down his cock with slow, deliberate movements, keeping my gaze on his face.

“Good, baby.  That’s so good.  Your little pussy feels like heaven around my dick.  Did you know that?” 

“No,” I moaned.

“It does.  So good.  You’re mine, Madison.  You belong to me.  Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

“That’s right, you do.  Your little pussy is mine now.  Mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to – oh fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby.  Do that again.”

I rotated my hips in a slow spiral as I pushed down on his cock again.  He groaned, and his entire body jerked.  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” I whispered.  “I want you to cum in me, Jacob.”

“I want that too, baby.  But you gotta cum again for me first.  Rub your pussy for me.  Show me your clit.”

I leaned back, bracing one hand on his raised knees for support and using my other to rub my pussy.  I plucked at my clit and was surprised at how sensitive it still was, at how quickly I was almost to another climax.

“That’s right.  Rub it again for me, baby.  Show me how pretty you look when you’re cumming on my cock.”  Jacob was holding my waist again, his hips thrusting with slow and steady strokes as I rubbed and pulled on my clit.

“Pinch it for me, baby.”

I pinched, crying out at the sensation as Jacob made a hard thrust. 

“Good.  Do it again.”

“I’ll cum if I do,” I panted.

“That’s what I want.  Remember?  I want you to cum on my cock.”

His hips were moving fast now, his dick so hard and thick inside of me that I could feel my inner walls still trying to stretch to accommodate his width.  I circled my clit with trembling fingers as Jacob moved even faster.  My desire was growing, the pleasure coiling in my belly until I was shaking with my need for relief.

“Do it, baby.  Right now.”

I pinched my clit just as Jacob reached up and pinched my right nipple.  Pleasure roared through me and I clenched around his cock as I rubbed furiously at my clit.

“Fuck!”  Jacob shouted hoarsely, his hand dropping to my hip as he thrust up, so deep that I felt a brief flash of pain.  “Oh fuck!” 

His big body shook, and he bellowed another curse before he came inside me.  My pussy milked him instinctively, pulling his seed deep inside of me as he came and came again.  I rode out his orgasm, watching the pleasure dance across his face until he collapsed below me.  He was panting hard and I pressed my hand against his heart.  It was beating like an out-of-control racehorse and I gave him an alarmed look.

“Jacob?  Are you okay?”

“Unfuckingbelievable, Mads.”

I giggled and climbed off of him.  His cum was starting to drip down my leg but Jacob shook his head and pulled me against his side when I tried to climb out of bed.  “Stay right here.”

“I need to clean up,” I protested.  “There’s like a gallon of sperm coming out of me.”

He laughed, and I shivered all over when he reached between my legs.  His fingers came back dripping and he gave me a satisfied smile.  “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life, Mads.”

“You’re welcome.”

He laughed and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head.  We lay in silence for a while and I was almost asleep when he said, “He would hate me for this.”

I sat up, knowing exactly who he was talking about.  “He wouldn’t, Jacob.  He loved you.  You were his best friend.”

I could see the sorrow on his face and I rubbed his chest.  “Honey, he wouldn’t hate you.  He would be surprised maybe, but ultimately he’d be happy for us.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.  You might have been his best friend, but he was my dad.  I knew him better than anyone else.  What he wanted was for me to be happy.  You make me happy.  I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen, Jacob Marken.”

“I know.”

I blushed a little.  “Was I that obvious?”

He just shrugged.  “I swear I didn’t think of you as anything more than Frank’s daughter until…”

“Until the night of his funeral.”

“Yeah.”  He studied me for a moment.  “Since that night, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.  I haven’t been with a woman for over a year.  All I want is you.  I love you.  You’re mine now.  Do you understand that?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  It’s what I want.  To be yours…forever.”

I leaned over him and kissed him on the mouth.  “Forever, Jacob.  And not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden change of heart?  Last weekend, you were telling me how wrong it was.”

He studied me for a moment.  “I can’t resist you anymore and I’m tired of trying.  Do I still think your dad would beat the hell out of me if he were alive?  Yeah, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you.  I need you.  I can’t live without you, Maddie.”

He cupped my face and gave me a rough kiss.  “It’s not gonna be easy.  People are going to talk about us.  You know that, right?”

“Let them talk.  I don’t care what they say.”

“As soon as you’re finished school, we’ll get married.  That’ll shut them up.”

“You- you want to marry me?”

“Mine forever, Mads.  I wasn’t joking about that.  After we’re married, you can do your dental hygienist thing for a few years before I knock you up.”

I blinked at him.  “I – pregnant?”

“You don’t want kids?”

“No, I do.  I love kids.  I just – you want me to have your baby?”

He grinned at me.  “I want you to have six of my babies.”

“Um, we need to negotiate that.  I’m not having six kids.”

“Five?”

“Two.”

“Four?”

“Three, maybe.”

He gave me a contented look.  “Three is a good number.  I love you, Mads.”

I relaxed against him, resting my head on his chest and listening to the steady beat of his heart.  “I love you too, Jacob.”

* * *

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The Bartender

Working Men Series

(Book Three)

Copyright © 2018 Ramona Gray

Rachel

“Ms. Banks, I can’t find the book.”

I moved around the desk and followed the little girl across the library to the children’s section.  “It’s supposed to be right here, but it isn’t.”

I scanned the shelf before studying the one above it. “Here it is, Emily.  It just got shelved wrong.”

“Isn’t it your job to shelve it right?”  The seven-year-old cocked her eyebrow at me and I swallowed down my urge to laugh.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

“I guess.”  She took the book and then smiled at me.  “Sorry, Ms. Banks.  I wasn’t trying to be mean.  You’re a real good librarian.”

“Thank you, Emily.

“Emily?  Em!  C’mon, let’s go.  Mom’s waiting for us in the car.”  Her older brother, Ethan, was waving at her from across the library.  “C’mon, dummy!”

“Be quiet, Ethan!”  Emily yelled.  “You’re not supposed to yell in the library!”

“You’re yelling too!”

Emily gave me a do-you-see-how-I-suffer look before marching toward the desk.  “I just gotta check this book out and then I’m ready.”

Ethan tossed the football he was holding into the air and caught it.  “Fine.  I’m gonna go wait in the car with Mom.”

Emily waited patiently as I scanned her card and her book into the system.  I tucked a bookmark into the book and handed it to her.  “Remember, it’s due back in fourteen days.”

“I know.  Hey, Ms. Banks?”

“Yes?”

“Why aren’t you married?  Is it because you’re a librarian?”

“Why would you think that?”

She shrugged.  “Ethan says that librarians never get married.  They just go to work and then sit at home with their twelve cats.  Do you have a cat, Ms. Banks?”

“No, I’m allergic.  And not being married doesn’t have anything to do with being a librarian.  Plenty of librarians are married, Emily.”

“Okay.”  She turned and walked away, apparently having lost interest in why I wasn’t married.

I watched her go, a small smile on my face, before glancing around the library.  For a Saturday afternoon, it was surprisingly empty.  Normally Saturday was our busiest day.  A group of seniors usually met up after lunch to read the magazines and gossip quietly.  The computer room was almost always full and there was usually a table or two of students, their text books and tablets and laptops covering most of the table.

This afternoon, there was only three people in the computer room, the seniors had never showed up, and half a dozen people perused the books.  I walked to the cart of books at the end of the biography aisle and began to shelve them. 

Your virginity is mine, Rachel.  Mine to take, mine to own.

I whirled around, my heart thudding in my chest.  There was no one behind me.  His deep voice was just in my head.  The way it had been nearly every hour since I’d left Ren’s Bar last night.  Driving me insane.  Making me lose sleep and not eat and shelve the damn books wrong.  It was stupid to even think he was here.  He never came to the library.

I shook my head to clear it and shelved the book I was holding before grabbing another.

No one looks at you, no one touches you, no one fucks you, but me.  Is that clear, sweetheart?  Say it.

“No one fucks me, but you, Ren.”  I murmured before looking around.  Thank God there was no one near me.  I rested my burning forehead against the shelf of books.  The temptation to go back, to relive that moment from last night, was too hard to resist.  I closed my eyes and let it consume me.

* * *

“You’re gorgeous.  You know that, right?”  Elliott was holding me too tightly as we danced, his gaze glued to my exposed cleavage.

I tried to wiggle back a little.  I was starting to regret coming to the bar tonight.  I had gone to Ren’s bar for two reasons.  One – to support my best friend Madison, who was trying to make her crush jealous and two – to try and make my crush jealous.  I had failed miserably at it.  Despite dressing sexier than I normally did – okay, maybe that was an exaggeration.  I was still wearing my hair up in a bun and my round ass and chunky thighs were completely covered by my tights and ankle-length skirt.  But, I had let Madison convince me to wear a shirt that was four sizes too small and barely covered my breasts.

Anyway, it was a waste of energy.  I’d been lusting after Ren Parker for months.  I’d even had the silly idea that he would be the one I’d give my virginity to even though he’d never once looked at me like he wanted me.  So, when Madison told me of her plan to make Jacob jealous, I’d temporarily lost my mind and decided to try the same thing with Ren.

Only it hadn’t – wasn’t – working.  Whenever I went to Ren’s bar, he usually at least acknowledged me, but tonight he hadn’t looked at me once.  It was like he was deliberately avoiding me.  I shouldn’t have been as hurt as I was.  I don’t think I’d had a single conversation with the man beyond, “Hi.  Nice weather, huh?”, but I was hurt. 

Hurt enough that I decided I was taking Elliott home and using him to get rid of my pesky virginity once and for all.  I was twenty-three years old and still being a virgin was starting to be embarrassing.  I was self-conscious about my looks, but Elliott seemed to be a boob guy. Maybe he’d be so busy with them, he wouldn’t notice how round my stomach was or how thick my thighs were.

Of course, now I was second-guessing my decision to screw Elliott.  It wasn’t just the way he couldn’t stop leering at my breasts.  It was his bad breath, his blank look when I’d asked him what his favourite book was, the erection he wasn’t even trying to disguise as we danced.  Did I really want to give up my v-card to someone who didn’t even read for pleasure?

Ren liked to read.  I’d never seen him at the library, but I’d seen him at the coffee shop a few times with a book.  A real book.  Not a tablet or an e-reader, but a paper book.  It was totally snobby of me, but knowing that he liked to read, knowing that he liked to read paper books, made me even more attracted to him.  Like, wet in the pussy, tingly in the nipples, attracted to him.

What can I say?  Hot guys who read, turn me on.

“Did you hear me?”  Elliott asked

I tried to smile.  “Uh, thanks for the compliment.  Listen, do you think you could stop holding me so – oh!”

My arm was taken in a firm grip and I was pulled away from Elliott so hard that I stumbled in my sensible heels.  I stared at the man holding my arm.  “Ren?  What are you doing?”

“You’re touching what’s mine.”  Ren wasn’t even looking at me.  He was glaring daggers at Elliott and the younger man immediately took a step back, holding up his hands.

“Hey, she never said she had a guy.”

“I don’t,” I said.  “He’s not my -”

“Hush, Rachel.”

I hushed.  It wasn’t so much what Ren said, but how he said it.  I wasn’t one for blind obedience to a man, but the tone of Ren’s voice had me shutting my mouth with a snap.

“You don’t ever touch her again.  Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Elliott said a bit sullenly.

“Let’s go,” Ren said to me.

“Go where?”

He didn’t reply, just started off the dance floor.  He was still holding my arm and I had no choice but to follow him.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob standing behind Madison.  Ren was leading me into his office and just before he closed the door, I saw Madison put her arm around Jacob’s waist.

The door shut, and Ren dropped my arm.  His office was small, and Ren was a big man.  I backed up nervously when he stepped toward me, but my butt hit the edge of his desk almost immediately and I was trapped.

“What are you doing, Rachel?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“This.”  One finger brushed against the exposed swell of my right breast and I moaned.  I couldn’t help it.

He gave me a hard grin.  “Why are you showing off what belongs to me?”

“I – what?”

“These.  Belong.  To.  Me.”  With a quick flick of his fingers, he flicked open the button that was straining to stay closed over my breasts.  My shirt gaped open and I automatically lifted my arms to cover my breasts.

“No.”  He blocked my attempt.  “Arms at your side, sweetheart.”

My arms dropped, and he studied my breasts barely covered by my bright red bra.  It was a demi-cup with lace edging and he traced the edging with his fingers.  “Your tits belong to me.  Stay it, Rachel.”

I shook my head mutely, but I didn’t even try to stop him when he tugged on the edges of both cups of my bra.  My nipples popped out like they’d been waiting all night for him.  He made a low noise in the back of his throat that made my lower muscles clench and my pussy flutter.

“My nipples.  Say it.”

“No, I can’t say that.  I can’t – ohh!”

He pulled on my nipples, forcing me to move closer to him as pain and pleasure flooded my body.

“Mine.”  His voice was matter-of-fact.  His mouth came crashing down on mine before I could protest.  My lips parted for his tongue and I stood stock-still for a moment.  Ren was kissing me.  Ren has his tongue in my mouth like he owned it.  Ren was cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples and holy mother of Mary, it was the hottest moment of my life.

I threw my arms around his shoulders and pressed up against him.  His long fingers tugged down my bra cups until my large breasts were completely exposed.  He tugged at my nipples again as he angled his mouth over mine and kissed me deep.  I let him take what he wanted from me, rubbing myself like an eager little slut against his obvious erection.

He pulled back and I shuddered all over at the look in his eyes.  He was normally so calm, so laid-back and almost sweet.  There was nothing sweet in his gaze now.

“These are my tits.”  He gave them a hard squeeze.  “Say it.”

“They’re yours.”  My voice was a whisper but steady enough.

“That’s right, sweetheart.  And are you going to show them to anyone else?”

“No.”

“Good.  I’m the only one who gets to see your tits.”

“Okay.”  I wanted him to rub my nipples again, but he frowned and gave them a little pinch.

“Say it, Rachel.”

“You’re the only one who gets to see them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re yours.”

“That’s right.”  He turned me around to face the desk with a swiftness that surprised me.

I ground my ass against his erection and he pinched my nipples again.  “Be good, sweetheart.”  He kissed my neck before sucking lightly.  “Do you have any idea how tempted I am to mark your soft skin?  To send you back out in the bar with my teeth marks all over your throat, so that everyone knows you’re mine?”

“Ren, please.  I – I should go.”  I was so turned on, the crotch of my panties was soaking wet.  I decided it was probably better to get out of his office before he figured out just how hot his claim of ownership was making me.

I realized with horror that he was pushing his hand under the waistband of my skirt.  As it slid into my tights and panties, I tried to wrench away.  “Ren, wait.”

“No.”  Just that one word made my pussy clench.  His foot kicked my legs apart and then his hand was cupping my pussy.  For the first time in my life, a hand other than my own was touching my pussy.

I froze against him as he made a low chuckle and his other hand cupped my breast.  “Look how wet you are for me.”

“Ren, I… oh my God!”

His rough fingertips had found my swollen clit and I shamefully began to writhe and beg immediately.  “Please, oh please.”

“You want to cum, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Who else has touched you like this?  Who else has made you cum on their fingers?”

“N-no one.”

“Good.”  The pleased tone in his voice made me gush liquid into his hand.  “We’re going to keep it that way.  No one ever touches your pussy, but me.  Do you understand? “

“Yes,” I moaned.  “No one touches me, but you.”

“Well done, sweetheart.  Now just a few more,” he paused and ran the tip of one finger against the side of my clit, “clarifications, and then I’ll let you cum.  Okay?”

“Okay,” I panted.  I wiggled against his hand, trying to move his fingers against my clit and he gave my wet pussy lips a little slap that sent lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine.

“Stop trying to get off, sweetheart, and pay attention.”

“Please,” I moaned.

“Pay attention.”  He reached up and plucked the two sticks from my hair.  My hair fell out of the bun and he made a low noise of appreciation.  “So pretty.  I love your hair, sweetheart.”  He petted the long strands before burying his face in it and breathing deep.

“Thank you,” I whispered.  “Please, can I cum now?”

His fingers, his deliciously rough fingers were still circling my clit.  “Soon.  Listen carefully, Rachel.  Are you listening?”

“Yes.”  I arched my back, straining into his touch when he cupped my breast again.

“Your virginity is mine, Rachel.  Mine to take, mine to own.”

I stiffened against him and he made a soothing noise before gently caressing my breast.  “It’s mine.  Do you agree?”

“Ren, I – oh, oh my gosh!”

His fingers were rubbing my clit again and I was on the verge of my climax when he stopped.

“No!”  I was almost crying for my relief, my body shaking and my nipples so hard they were painful. 

“Do you agree, Rachel?”

“Yes,” I moaned, “yes, my virginity is yours.”

“Good, sweetheart.”

“Please touch me.”

“No one looks at you, no one touches you, no one fucks you, but me.  Is that clear, sweetheart?  Say it.”

“No one fucks me, but you, Ren.”  At that point, I would have opened the door and shouted it to the entire bar if he’d asked me to.

His fingers pinched my clit, pinched and then pulled and I cried out as my climax washed over me like a tidal wave.  My body shook, my knees buckled, and I would have fallen to the floor if Ren hadn’t held me up with an arm around my waist.  I shuddered and moaned as Ren slid his hand free.

“Bend over, sweetheart.”  He pressed on my lower back and I bent over the desk obediently, my breasts pressing against the smooth wood.  Ren was pulling up my skirt and I stared wide-eyed at the wall.  Holy shit.  I was about to have sex with Ren Parker.  He was going to take my virginity and –

“Fuck.”

My skirt was almost over my ass and I looked over my shoulder in confusion when Ren tugged it back down.  “Ren?”

“Stand up.”

I straightened. My legs were still shaking, and I weaved a bit when he turned me around.  Regret, lust and what looked like anger crossed his face as he quickly popped my breasts back into my bra and buttoned my shirt again.  He scowled at how much of my breasts were still showing before reaching down and adjusting his cock.

“Ren?  What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.  You need to go home.”

“What?”  I stared at him in numb disbelief.  “No, wait.  I – aren’t we going to have sex?”

He shook his head and I chewed at my bottom lip.  “But, you said my virginity was yours.”

His groan and the way he clenched his fists only confused me more.  “You need to leave, Rachel.”

“I don’t understand.  What did I do wrong?  I – if you tell me what I did wrong, I won’t do it again.”

“No, it’s not…” His gaze drifted to my breasts again and he reached down and adjusted his cock again.  “For Christ sake, Rachel.  Will you just please do what I say and go the fuck home?”

Hurt flooded through me and I turned and fled his office.

The Bartender (Working Men Series Book Three) will be released on May 9, 2018.

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