Blackmailed Into Bed (5 page)

Amy opened the door a couple of inches. "What
the hell do you think you're doing?" Her voice fairly vibrated
antagonism.

Jake stood with his arms crossed, leaning
against a porch column. Totally relaxed. "Coming to see you. What
else?"

"Well, go away. It's after ten. You're
crazy." She started to push the door closed. His booted foot slid
into the opening. She glanced down at it and then back at him.
"Jake."

"Amy."

God, he was handsome. He looked, moved and
acted like he was God's gift to women.

He moved to lean against the door jam. He
didn't seem to be in a hurry, just stood there, lounging. He saw
the expression on her face, and let out an ostentatious sigh. "Did
you really think that one time would be enough?"

Amy felt her stomach drop to her feet. Images
that she had been suppressing all day slammed into her brain. Her
breathing fractured and her arms started shaking. He pushed against
the door with his boot. She had no strength in her arms and the
door pushed her backwards. He slipped inside her house and in one
movement locked the door and leaned back against it. He crossed his
arms over his chest and stood there, watching her.

This time he was dressed in faded jeans and a
white tee-shirt. Again, the shoulder holster was strapped to his
side. Amy looked at it with fascination. What was wrong with her?
She hated guns. Why did she find his so sexy? Was she crazy? She
shook her head, trying to regain control.

Amy backed up a step and tried to summon
common sense. "You can't just--"

He cut her off. "Can't I?" His words were
nonchalant.

Amy glared. "I am not having sex with
you."

One dark, arrogant eyebrow lifted. "Aren't
you, babe?"

Amy seethed. "No."

Jake smiled. "Hell, yes, you are."

Amy trembled. "You can't make me--"

Jake interrupted her. "I don't have to make
you. We're going to play this little verbal game for awhile, and
then I'm going to make a real move on you, and you're going to
cream your panties and open up for me."

Amy stood in shock at his words. She already
felt herself wavering. Could he be right? Was she that easy? And
would one more time hurt anything, anyway?

She stiffened her spine and continued on.
"You can't treat me this way, Jake. You can't just come over here
at ten at night and expect me to do what you want. It's just not
right."

"This was your choice, Amy." His voice was
rough. "I could have been wining and dining you for ten weeks now.
You didn't want that. You pushed me away. You don't want any kind
of a relationship with me. Fine. I accept that. So we do it your
way. We screw each other, and then I go home. Very simple, babe."
He pushed off the door and started toward her.

Amy began to hyperventilate. She held up a
hand to ward him off. "Wait." God, they were back to this again.
Stalking and retreating. "This isn't right. We can't just scratch
an itch!" she yelled.

"Yeah, we can. Absolutely. Scratch this
Goddamn itch. Look, you're obviously not sleeping with anyone, and
I'm not sleeping with anyone right now." He reached out and put his
hands on her shoulders. Moved them up and encircled her neck.
Pressed slightly, then pressed harder. Watched her eyes widen and
her breath catch. "We'll be fuck buddies." He slid one hand to her
butt, the other reached down and lightly cupped a breast. "Have you
ever had a fuck buddy, sweetheart?"

Amy tried to answer, but was consumed by the
feel and scent of him. Her insides were turning to mush and her
thighs were quivering for him already. She managed to shake her
head in a negative motion.

"No?" He slid his thumb back and forth across
her nipple. "Well, the concept is simple. We fuck each other's
brains out." His hand clenched her butt. "No dating." He reached
down between them and unsnapped his jeans. "No dinners." He pushed
up her nightgown and pulled her panties to one side.

Amy's stomach clenched in anticipation. That
quickly, her body became his again.

Jake continued the soft seduction. "No
commitment." He put his finger in her slit and opened her up. "No
relationship." He made an adjustment to his jeans and maneuvered
his swollen penis to her soft, wet opening. He pressed her clit and
slowly started pushing into her. He stopped at about an inch and
reached down and lifted her chin so that her eyes tangled with his.
"Yeah, it's good between us, isn't babe? I can feel you creaming
for me. So soft and juicy."

He pushed in a bit and waited. Her eyes
closed. "No. That's not allowed. Open those pretty eyes for me."
Amy did. "That's good. You go to my head so fast babe. You want all
of it? I want to give you all of it." His voice was brutal.

"Y-yes, all of it." She strained against
him.

She hung there, panting, waiting for him to
push it all the way in. But he wasn't through instructing her yet.
"There's just one rule, babe. One little rule. I only fuck you, and
you only fuck me. Nobody else fucks you." He pushed it in another
inch and stopped. "Nobody. Else. Fucks. You." He punched out the
words as he pushed all the way in. When he was seated in her
completely, he stilled and demanded, "Understand?"

"Y-yes." Amy was completely mindless. Totally
in his control.

The moment she agreed, he pushed his tongue
in her mouth and started hammering at her. In seconds, they both
exploded in mutual delight.

****

Amy took a few calming breaths while she
adjusted her clothing. She couldn't deny the sex was incredible.
Like the sex you read about in books. Unbelievable. She watched him
pull off the soiled condom and was amazed. She never knew he put
one on, and certainly never thought about birth control. She needed
to get a grip. She cleared her throat. "You have your rule and I
have m-my rule, okay?"

He looked up from what he was doing. She was
nervous. He already knew her well enough to sense that. She had no
way of knowing that he would agree to about anything if she would
just continue to accommodate him. She was a fever in his blood that
hadn't even begun to cool off. He purposely blanked his expression
and raised his eyebrows.

"My daughter can't know about you." The words
were firm and allowed for no compromise.

He was irritated to feel a stab of relief.
"No problem. I work the six to two shift. I have weekends off. How
often does she go to Dallas?"

"Once a month. I have to pick her up at six
tomorrow night." Amy succeeded in keeping her voice monotone. This
was sleazy enough without him knowing she was still breathless.

Jake thought the timetable through. This was
bullshit. They weren't damn teenagers sneaking around. "You get off
from school at what three-thirty?" At the inclination of her head,
he continued, his voice getting sharper. "And then Kayla gets home
from high school. When the hell are we supposed to make this work?
I'm not going a Goddamn month before seeing you again."

Amy paused and considered what she would be
inviting with her next statement. She couldn't make up her mind, so
she just dove right in. "She has band practice until five-thirty
every day. She catches the late bus home from school. It drops her
off at six."

Satisfaction clawed through Jake. This was
going to work. Visions of afternoons spent in her bed pummeled his
brain. Erotic images of the way she looked with her legs spread
wide and his mouth between them inundated his senses.

He whipped out his cell phone and asked for
her number. After keying it in, he asked, "Your phone is private? I
don't have to worry about her picking it up and reading a
text?"

"I'll take care of it. I've already been
guarding it pretty well because Renee can be quite risqué. Don't
worry. We can text back and forth to make plans." Amy couldn't
believe this was happening. Exactly like her dreams!

Jake stared at her. Jesus Christ! How
innocent could she be? Had she ever even heard the term 'sexting?'
"Okay, I'll send you a text later so you'll have my number." He
paused and his eyes penetrated hers. "This is going to be good,
sweetheart." He kissed her on the lips and turned and left.

Amy locked the door and stood standing in the
front hall in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her lips and
touched them where he had left that final, gentle kiss. And it had
been gentle. Nothing like any of the other kisses had been. Those
had all been rough. Possessive. Sexual. This kiss was soothing,
warm, and tender. So tender. Did he realize how he had kissed
her?

Her cell phone beeped and she went to pick it
up. She looked at the screen and read, "1-800-bud-fuck."

Gentle? Hell no, he was despicable!

Amy didn't hear from him the rest of the
weekend. She refused to waste so much as a second thinking about
someone who was by his own definition just her 'fuck buddy.'

She spent Sunday shopping and browsing. When
she found herself in the lingerie department, she figured she might
as well go for it. There was really no reason not to have him
salivating. She splurged and bought seven new sets of bras and
panties. Every color of the rainbow. Lots of silk and lace. Since
she had no idea how often she would see him, she figured she needed
a system of rotating her pretty new things.

After picking Kayla up at the airport, they
stopped for salads at a local restaurant. Her daughter seemed more
subdued than usual, and she asked her if anything was wrong.

"Mom, I really don't know how to tell you
this, so I'm just going to say it. I think Dad's getting married."
Her young face was grim.

Amy was surprised when she felt nothing.
Nothing but a twinge that her daughter seemed unhappy. "And is that
bad, sweetie? You've had your father to yourself for a long time.
This will be different for you, won't it?"

Kayla's head jerked up from the meal she was
picking at. "You mean that you don't care? You don't mind that he's
got a serious girlfriend and might marry her?"

Amy thought about it. "No, I don't mind. You
know that I don't hate your Dad, Kayla. I don't mind him finding
happiness. But, I don't want you upset by it."

"I'm not upset. I like Meagan. She's cool.
And she makes Dad happy. I don't want him to be alone. I worry
about him when he's all by himself in Dallas."

"That's sweet, baby. Everything's okay, then.
And I don't want you to feel guilty that you like Meagan. You're my
daughter, but you've got enough love for everyone. I'm okay with
it." Amy was glad that what she was saying was true. It certainly
made things easier.

"Great, Mom. Now all we have to do is find a
guy for you!" Her daughter's young voice was excited.

Amy tried not to react. "Maybe. Someday."

****

When Amy pulled her car into her driveway
after school on Monday, there was a big, black pickup truck sitting
in front of her house. Trepidation and turbulence swirled through
her. She pushed her garage door opener and while she waited for the
door to lift up, she saw Jake get out of his truck. She flicked her
eyes forward and started to pull into the garage. She wanted to
hurry and get to the front door so her nosy neighbors wouldn't see
him.

She pushed the button again to close the door
and at the same time stepped out of her car. She had maybe thirty
seconds of light before the fluorescent bulbs were shut off by the
automatic timer. She reached the door that connected to her kitchen
just as the light went out.

Hard, strong hands gripped her from behind.
She choked off a scream as she realized that Jake had slipped in
the garage behind her. Strong arms caged her against the door.

Jake felt her collapse against him and he put
his mouth on her neck. "Shh, shh. You know it's me." He bit softly
as he crossed his arms around her and palmed a breast in each hand.
God, she went to his head so fast. He remembered seeing her in this
long purple skirt and flat black shoes before. It turned him on
then, and it was turning him on now. Damn, he really needed to get
it with this little teacher. It had taken every bit of control he
had not to come back to her house Sunday morning. The damn wanting
was getting worse.

Amy felt him inundating her and thought she
might drown in delirium. This was as close as it could possibly get
to her fantasies. She was getting to live her fantasy. It was
amazing. She opened her eyes to almost complete blackness. There
were only bits of light coming in from outside, and they were
facing away from it. She reached out for doorknob.

"No." His order was low, but irrefutable. She
went limp in his arms. Her head fell back against his chest.
"That's right." He moved one hand down to her stomach and caressed
her there. "Unzip your skirt, Amy."

Amy snuggled back into his arms and rubbed
her backside against him, trying to get closer. God, he smelled so
good. Excitement screamed through her. She moved her hands back and
slid them over his steel thighs.

"Did you hear me? Unzip your skirt." His
voice was rough.

Amy struggled to control her racing emotions
and let his voice penetrate the buzz in her head. She reached down
with shaking fingers and unzipped her skirt.

"Good. Now step out of it." Jake steadied her
as she swayed. She pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out
of it. He moved his hand to her crotch. Liquid heat warmed his
hand. He slid one finger under her panties and began running it up
and down her slit. She gasped. "Now turn around." He didn't wait
for her to turn. He swirled her around until she was facing
him.

"Good girl." He praised her like she had
managed a great feat. "Now undo my fly." His hands moved to cup her
buttocks. Amy fumbled with his fly. She couldn't find the strength.
He grunted and moved his hands back between them until he had freed
himself. "There's a condom in my front left pocket." Amy dug her
hand in the wrong pocket. "Try the other pocket." She felt his hand
sliding up and down the cleft of her buttocks and moaned. She
finally managed to get the condom out. She held it in one hand
while she reached down with the other and wrapped her fingers
around his throbbing erection.