A Message of Love (2 page)

Jacob’s gaze traveled over the broad curves of her bent bottom, now a nice shade of crimson after her post-coitus spanking. In her position, it swelled nicely to either side, and though Jacob had seen it a thousand times, he still envied the view someone standing behind her would have now. Her generous breasts were squeezed under her, crowded between her arms as she fondled the heavy sac of his scrotum and squeezed the base of his cock. That and the loving attention of her tongue quickly had his member stiffening once more, much to the delight of Mara. She immediately took the hardening cock in her mouth, the wet smacks of her lips a testament to her enthusiasm.

When they’d first gotten together, she’d confessed to not particularly enjoying giving oral, but Jacob had quickly made clear that enthusiastic servicing of her Master’s cock was non-negotiable, and he made sure he trained her in exactly the way he wanted it done. She’d taken to it quickly though, and now took great delight in it. Who was he to discourage her in that?

“I’ve been thinking Mara. We’ve talked in the past about wanting something more haven’t we?”

She looked up at him, her lips a tight band around the head of his cock.

“I think I’d like to have a child. What do you think?”

She pulled off of his cock, using the swollen head to wipe a string of saliva from her chin. “Are you sure, Sir?”

“Yes,” he said, laying a hand on her cheek. “I can’t wait to see what you look like all swollen with child, those tits of yours huge and leaking. But more than that, I want a family.”

She flashed him such a sweet beaming grin, that he felt his heart skip. She placed a soft lingering kiss on his inner thigh, making his balls tingle, then looked up at him once more. Her eyes were bright and wet.

“I thought you’d never ask, Sir.”

His heart swelled with such pride, such love, such happiness, that he felt he might explode with it. He thanked whoever watched over the stars for sending this woman, this absolute
joy
of a person, into his life. He was the luckiest sonofabitch on Earth.

Mara’s phone rang in the kitchen, echoing into the bedroom, the ring tone a rather lascivious country song about country girls shaking their assets. Jacob laughed at Mara’s sheepish grin.

“I just loaded it, but forgot to turn it off. Sorry.”

“Well you’d better go get it girl.”

She was off the bed in a flash, but made sure to pad slowly out of the bedroom, knowing how he enjoyed watching her naked ass as she walked away.

He leaned back, momentarily ignoring the bereft feeling he experienced when Mara took her lips from his once more hard and throbbing cock. He knew he’d love her being pregnant, would probably be on her 24/7 even as she swelled up huge with the baby. Most of all he couldn’t wait to look into the blue eyes of the life they’d created with their love. He sighed with a broad smile. Life beckoned, and he couldn’t wait.

Mara walked back in a minute later, her phone clasped in her still bound hands. Some of the color had dropped out of her flushed cheeks, and she looked confused.

Jacob’s heart began to beat faster, and his mouth had gone dry. “What is it Mara?”

“It’s my doctor’s office. They want me to come in. Now.”

Three years later

“Are we going to see you there tonight Jake?” Sierra leaned against the opening to Jacob’s cubicle, arms crossed under her full breasts.

“Uh, what’s your costume going to be?” Jacob looked up from the design prints spread out across his desk. The curve of Sierra’s hip in the snug black skirt was. . .distracting.

They heard a chuckle from his friend’s cube across the aisle. “I’ve got it - Morticia,” Karl said, winking at Jacob.

“Nope, Sierra’s too tan.” Jacob began shoving the designs into his case and powering down his laptop. Did he detect the slightest blush in the unflappable Sierra?

“OK, a witch? She could pull that off.” Karl leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head.

Sierra shook her head, smiling, and extended an arm behind her to give Karl her single finger assessment of his costume ideas.

Jacob smiled. “No-look bird. You just got told, pal. What about you Karl?”

Sierra turned her head toward Karl. “I don’t think most of us would recognize it, but a douche bag would be a perfect costume for you Karla.”

All three of them laughed.

Jacob tilted his head, regarding Sierra, his lips curled in a crooked smile. “Way too pretty to make a witch believable. I’m thinking a female vampire, or maybe a succubus?”

This time her blush was unmistakable.

“Suck a - what? Jesus Jake, at least try to keep it clean.”

“Dammit Karl, it’s not - “ Jacob dropped it at Karl’s knowing grin.

“All right kids. It’s been fun, and it’s been real; it’s been real fun,” Karl said, stepping out of his cube and shrugging on his coat. “You gonna be there tonight Sierra?”

She nodded, giving him a playful shove.

“I’ll be in the truck, bro,” Karl said, with a quick nod of his head.

Sierra watched Karl go for a moment, then turned back to Jacob. He was still trying to stuff the remnants of the design prints into the soft case. He needed a bigger desk.

“You bringing anyone?” Her voice was quiet, neutral.

He shrugged. “How about Jim? Will he be making an appearance?”

“No Jim,” she said, flipping a lock of dark hair out of her eyes.

Truth be told, he thought Jim was a fucking moron not to spend every waking moment with Sierra. She deserved better than that smarmy tool. Then again maybe Jacob was just a
tad
biased in favor of the gorgeous woman, who just happened to be his best friend. He wasn’t sure if any man would be good enough for her, at least in his eyes.

“He have something more important to do than hang with his girl? A confused man that one.”

“No Jim. Period.”

“Ah shit, Sierra. I’m sorry.”

Open mouth. Insert foot.

“It’s really OK,” she said, shaking her head, her eyes downcast. “He’s just not …right. I can’t really put my finger on it. Better to just cut the cord now than to keep kidding myself.”

He could tell it had been a little more serious than she let on. His strong, but vulnerable Sierra.

A stack of the prints fell off his desk, scattering all over the floor of his cube.

“Shit. No, that’s OK Sierra.”

She had crouched down to help collect the papers. His gaze fell directly on the deep cleavage the bodice of her dark gray top revealed in that position.  

Stop, Jacob. Don’t ruin a good thing here. You’re still a mess.

They collected the prints, and finally got all of them into his case. He tried to ignore the movement of those heavy breasts. Damn it.

She looked up at him, smiling.

No, she can’t read your mind, dipshit, but you’d better stop blushing or she won’t have to.

They both stood, Jacob slinging the strap from his laptop case over a shoulder.

Sierra, took half a step closer to him. She’d been doing that more often lately and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. Well, his body was
quite
confident how to handle it; his mind, not so much. Some things had changed between them after Mara, and this was one of them; a new tension, new uncertainty.

“If you come tonight you can be my date. Two singletons can drown their sorrows together.” Her smile was dazzling, as always.

“You want me to walk you out?”

She shook her head.

“I really hope you’ll show tonight, Jake. At least just for a little while. You’re turning into a hermit.” She touched his arm, then walked away. He fought with himself not to crane his head out of his cube to watch her go.

***

“You know don’t you?” Karl said as he turned onto the on-ramp, gunning the truck’s engine.

Jacob was busy tapping out an e-mail on his phone. His boss never ceased to find reasons to travel, and as a result, e-mail was the only way he could reliably reach her most of the time.

“Dude, you there?” Karl smacked Jacob’s arm.

“What? Sorry, I have to get this sent out or there’s going to be a shitstorm on Monday. What’d you say?”

“You know about Sierra don’t you?”

“Well, she’s my best friend, so yeah I guess I would, right?”

“Do you know what I’m talking about?”

“Not really,” Jacob said, smiling, thumbs tapping the tiny screen. “But then I am kind of used to it. You’re smarter than me.”

“Asshole.”

“OK, what about her?” Jacob finished the e-mail, dropping his phone into a cup holder.

“She’s into you.”

Jacob groaned. “Not you too? Karl, you and I have been friends since what? Forever?”

“Freshman year in college, genius. But it feels like forever sometimes.”

“Well, you should know better then. Just friends, that’s it. It really IS possible for a man and a woman to be friends you know.”

“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.” Karl cursed under his breath as traffic up ahead began to slow. “Look I see it, we all see it. Something’s different.”

Jacob looked out the passenger side window at the slate gray sky, darkness rapidly approaching. “Everything was different afterward, Karl.”

“I know it. But maybe it’s time to try something else. Start something new. It’s been two years.” Karl’s voice was quieter, his tone gentle.

Jacob didn’t say anything for awhile, just watched the world go by. It was too soon to think about it. He really was a mess, no getting around it. But with time, he hoped.

The truck pulled up to the curb in front of the house.

Jacob got out, closing the passenger door, then rapped his knuckles on the window. Karl rolled it down.

“It’s colder than a witch’s tit out there Jake. In or out?”

“How long have we been doing this Karl?”

“What, me giving your lazy ass a lift? A year?”

Jacob smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m going to start driving myself.”

“Thank Christ,” Karl said, shaking his head and grinning. “You change your mind about coming tonight?”

“You have fun.” Jake turned and walked up the brick path that led to his porch.

“Jake, if you don’t come, at least call her,” Karl yelled out of the window.

Jacob waved a hand behind him, and Karl drove off.

***

Halloween night. Two years to the day. He used to love Halloween. A chance for adults to be kids again for one night. Now he hated it; hated the pain of it.

He sat on their leather couch in the study, gazing out the deck door at the snow that had begun to fall, listening to the sad stillness of their house. It was abnormally early to be snowing on Halloween, even up that far into the Cascades. The kiddies were going to freeze.

His gaze turned from the snow to the dark plane of the bar. The warm orange firelight flashed on the angles of the crystal glasses, shone on the dark, deadly curve of the Glen Livet. His face blanched.