Bedding the Bachelors Box Set (Books 1-3) (74 page)

By the time she was finished, he was ready to get inside of her, but Lucy still wanted to play. She took the can from him and after lying back, she drew a line from the center of her breasts to the top of her mound. Jamie immediately began lapping it up, moving his tongue in lingering circles down to her abdomen. When the whipped cream was gone, he paused with his lips just short of her engorged clit. Lucy couldn’t wait—she touched herself. Jamie kissed her fingers as she worked her clit. She tried to push his face down and get him to go lower with his tongue.

Pulling away from her, he took the can again. He squirted a line from his right knee up his inner thigh then across the very bottom of his abdomen and back down his left leg.

Always up for a challenge, Lucy started at his knee. She didn’t just lick; she flicked her tongue along his leg, taking the cream into her mouth with sexy little thrusts of her tongue. The whole time, she squeezed her breasts, tweaking and pinching her own nipples.

“God, you kill me. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jamie said. Even to himself, he sounded like he was having to push out each word.

She lifted her head, smiled, and licked the cream off her lips. Then she went back to work. When she made it to the area just above his cock, she began licking rapidly, like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Jamie groaned, and his cock was leaking pre-come like crazy. Grabbing the whipped cream again, he looked at her…and then covered his cock in cream.

Lucy moved in for the kill.

First she licked off the cream from base to tip. Then she circled her tongue around the tip several times before working her way back down again. Jamie moaned loudly. Once Lucy had the cream off his cock, she sucked him completely into her mouth. He made a sharp, almost animalistic sound. He only lasted a few minutes before he gasped and found his release.

He filled her mouth with come and she swallowed it just as easily as she had the cream.

Lucy held him in her mouth, sucking gently as his body recharged. When he was ready to start up again, he picked up the whipped cream again and said, “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

After she did as he said, he sprayed the cream from the top of her mound all the way to her ass. Then he dove in, starting to lick at the outsides of her lips. Every time he came close to her clit, she shuddered. Finally, when he had the outsides of her pussy all cleaned off, he rubbed his cock against her hard clit, teasing it again and again until she begged him to suck it.

“Okay, baby. Hang on, I’ll take care of you.” Bending down, he sucked on it lightly at first. Lucy cried out and grabbed his head in both her hands, driving his face deeper between her legs. He took the hint and left her clit to thrust his tongue inside of her, probing as deeply as he could.

“Yes, Jamie! Oh yes, baby! It feels so fucking good!”

Jamie moved his mouth back up and slipped a finger inside her, continuing to suck and nibble on her clit. When he added a second finger, she began to move her hips up and down. “Oh yeah, baby, finger-fuck me. Make me come!”

He used his palm to massage her clit as he moved his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

“Oh God, Jamie! Right there, baby. That’s the spot!”

Jamie continued his erotic assault and leaned in to lightly kiss the soft flesh of her supple thighs. He could feel her shudder and shake around his fingers and he loved it. He knew she was close so he pressed down harder on her clit and rubbed it in gentle but firm circles. All her muscles seemed to tighten and then he felt her release against his hand. When she stopped quaking, he pulled his fingers out, ran them across his lips, and then followed them with his tongue.

Leaning up, he kissed her lips softly. He’d learned she liked to taste herself on him. When she arched into him, he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. She stroked it against them both for a few seconds while they kissed. Finally, recovered from her own orgasm, she spread her legs a little wider. Then she used her hand to guide him into her.

“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice as only the head of his cock slipped into her. Jamie rocked, penetrating her a little at a time until they were pelvis to pelvis and their bodies were once again dancing in perfect rhythm. Lucy arched her back, and Jamie slid his arm underneath her, pulling her up so they were almost sitting. He sprinkled kisses on her neck, ears and lips as he slid in and out of her.

Then he groaned. “Wait. Sweet thing, I need to get a condom—”

“No,” she moaned. “Don’t leave me. I want you like this. I need you…”

God, she was killing him. The thought of continuing to fuck her bare back, to be able to shoot his load inside of her… “Baby, we have to be smart.”

“I’m on the pill. And I’m safe, Jamie. I swear. I’ve never—I’ve never let a man come inside me without a condom before. But if you want to…”

“I want to,” Jamie said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again. “And I’m clean too. I—I’ve never…either…” The idea that they were giving each other something they’d never given to others was so fucking sexy that he felt himself approaching another release far quicker than he wanted to. He tried to hold back, but soon Lucy was there, urging him on.

“Fill me up, Jamie. Please. Come with me now!”

That did it. The muscles in his back went taut. She cried out and clenched down on him as she came. As they came together. Jamie’s body shook, he groaned, and he spilled himself inside her.

***

Jamie woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon. He smiled, thinking about Lucy cooking. He’d never even thought to ask her if she cooked. He wouldn’t admit it to her, but for some reason he’d assumed she didn’t.

He got up, pulled on his pants, and followed the scent out to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and just watched Lucy for a few minutes while she didn’t know he was there. She was wearing his shirt. Her legs were bare, she didn’t have on any make-up, and her hair was disheveled.

She looked so pretty he immediately considered picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.

He smiled when she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, concentrating as she measured pancake mix and poured it into a bowl. She must have sensed him standing there, because she suddenly looked up.

And smiled.

God, this woman took his breath away.

He smiled back. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning. I wanted to surprise you.”

“When that wonderful smell wafted down the hall, I was surprised,”

“Well, go sit on the balcony and I’ll bring you your coffee. I don’t want you in the kitchen.”

Jamie laughed. “I had no idea what a domestic goddess you were.”

“Get out before I hit you in the head with a frying pan,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Kinky, but I’m game if you are.”

She narrowed her eyes and flicked a kitchen towel at him as he walked to the sliding door of her balcony. It was a gorgeous, sunny morning. Lucy brought him his coffee and a kiss, and then she went back to the kitchen. Minutes later, the food on the table, she sat across from him.

“Do your parents have servants, like housekeepers and cooks?”

“Yes, they do,” he answered somewhat cautiously, not sure where she was headed.

She shrugged and said, “We had all of that, too, so I never really learned how to cook. When I started living on my own, I had to eat a lot of Top Ramen while I learned. I know she’s just a baby, but I want Milly to be self-sufficient. Make sure she knows how to cook. How to do her own laundry. How to survive in the world and make it on her own.”

“That’s a great idea. But you know, you can still hire help and be independent. My sister and I could cook by the time we were teenagers. I worked on the cars with my dad’s mechanic, and I mowed lawns on the grounds. My father had a very similar view to yours. Other than a housekeeper that comes in twice a month, I pretty much take care of myself.” He held up a fork with a piece of pancake on it. “But it’s nice to be taken care of occasionally, too.”

He was both surprised and pleased when she first hooked an eyebrow up, then allowed it to settle as a genuine smile crossed her face.

The next day, Jamie and Lucy flew to Summitville. During the flight, Lucy asked Jamie about the plant and the townspeople and what their objections were to his company reopening the factory.

“Basically, they don’t want a corporation of our size to come in and ruin their small town feel. When the automotive plant was there, it afforded them a lot of jobs, but it was run by a couple of brothers who’d gotten tired of working for GM and went their own way. The townspeople liked that idea and they welcomed them. Over all, the plant was good for the town, but once the brothers passed on, their heirs closed it down. It wasn’t until several years passed that the town realized the company’s waste removal system wasn’t the best for the surrounding land. So now they’re already mistrustful, especially when it comes to a bigger company coming into town. They’re looking for negatives rather than thinking about the positive impact it will have on their job and housing markets. On the economy in general.”

“What about the damaged land? If your company opens here, will your waste system ensure the land is repaired?”

“No,” Jamie said. “Our system won’t damage the land further, but it can’t repair what’s already been damaged.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

“We’re trying to come up with a solution,” he said. “One that will give the citizens a reason to trust us. I just need to discuss our options with the town council.”

“Well, I hope they listen to you. And trust you. Because I know I do.”

He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “And that, sweet thing, means the world to me.”

***

As the cab turned onto Summitville’s main street, Lucy couldn’t help but admire the well-maintained pretty little town. It was quaint in a way that few places were anymore, so she could see why the townspeople would be leery of strangers coming in and building businesses that could eradicate what made the town so unique.

She glanced over at Jamie, who looked awfully nervous. More than nervous, actually. The closer they’d gotten to the small town, the more preoccupied and serious he’d become.

Normally he had such confidence. She could see him wanting to succeed in business, because he was a man used to succeeding, but he hadn’t said there would be negative consequences to him or his family’s business if they didn’t get the factory up and running. To her, it seemed like they’d be out another investment opportunity, but not much else.

Was there more to all this than he was telling her?

Did he feel like he’d lose his father’s respect if he failed to close the deal?

She’d gotten the sense that his relationship with his parents was a close one and that they doted on their children in a way that a failed business deal couldn’t detract from.

But why else would Jamie be looking so tense? Even grim?

The cab driver took them to a cute little inn on the outskirts of town. It was a refurbished three-story old Victorian house. It had a wrap-around porch with hand-carved rocking chairs. Just inside, the reception area was warm and inviting. A round little woman with her hair piled on her head in a messy bun and wearing a man’s work shirt was standing behind the registration counter. She glanced up, and when she saw Jamie, her friendly expression closed up and she looked like she’d sucked a lemon.

“Hello, Mrs. Newley,” Jamie said with his usual charming smile.

The woman didn’t smile back. Instead she just looked at her registration book and asked, “Who took your reservation?”

“I believe the girl’s name was Kate,” he said. “This is Lucy, my fiancée.”

The woman looked at Lucy, a wary expression crossing her features. “It’s nice to meet you, Lucy,” she said. “Welcome to Summitville. I’m Marie. Have you been here before?”

Lucy was so taken aback by the rudeness Marie had shown to Jami that it took her a few seconds to respond. “It’s nice to meet you, too, and no, this is my first time here.”

“I hope you have a lovely stay, and please let us know if there’s anything we can do for you.” The smile dropped from Marie’s face as she turned back to Jamie and said, “Mr. Whitcomb, can you sign here please?”

Jamie took the pen and signed his name.

“Joey, come help with Mr. Whitcomb’s bags please.”

A boy who looked to be about sixteen took their bags. Marie asked Lucy if she would like a tour of the house.

Lucy glanced at Jamie, who nodded his head encouragingly. But his smile was strained, and when he said, “You go on,” in a quiet voice, she was even more confused.

“I’d love a tour,” she said, thinking that maybe she could figure out what was going on here without having to ask Jamie.

Marie came around the desk.

“Let’s start out back. I’ll show you the deck, the gardens, and the hot tub room.”

Lucy followed her, dying to ask Marie why she seemed to dislike Jamie, but the timing didn’t seem right. Marie guided her to a wooden deck that was raised off the ground about three feet and polished to a glossy shine. It was set up with quaint little bistro tables and fresh flowers and plants. “This is lovely,” Lucy told her.

“My husband, God rest his soul, built this deck. Can you believe it’s thirty years old?”

“No, I really can’t,” Lucy said. “It looks brand new.”

“We like to take care of things around here so they’ll last. We’re not all fortunate enough to be like your fiancé, able to replace things on a whim.”

The woman’s voice was decidedly bitter when she made the last statement.

Lucy couldn’t help it. She just stared at her. She was about to do more—like tell her she obviously didn’t know Jamie very well to say such a thing about him or to hold such a bad opinion of him—but since she didn’t want to get them kicked out when Jamie was supposed to be making a good impression with the townspeople, she held her tongue.

Marie led her to a wooden building that was almost hidden by a large oak tree that had ivy growing up its sides. She opened a door that blended in with the rest of the building to reveal a large, octagon-shaped room with wooden benches surrounding it and an octagon-shaped hot tub in the center. There were hooks on the walls with fluffy towels hanging from them and a door in back that led into a small but really nice sauna room with wooden benches and a big basket of hot rocks in the center.