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Authors: Maegan Lynn Moores

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I ask Gia how her
breakfast in bed went the morning after our girl’s night.

“Oh my God, it was
awesome! I also returned the favor and had mine after,” she says,
blushing.

We all laugh at her
except for Amy. She just gives us a disgusted look. Oh well, she
means nothing to me.

After a couple of
hours, we all decide to call it a night and head home. Shortly after
saying our goodbyes, we all start going our own ways.

When we get home I
start asking Jack about Amy and what the hell Devon’s doing with
someone like that.

“Babe, stay out of
it. It’s none of our business,” he says.

“What do you mean?
She’s a complete bitch, and Devon is so sweet. He can do better
than that!” I start yelling.

“Payton, drop it!”
Jack growls.

“No, I won’t
drop
it
,” I hiss. The next thing I know I’m up against the wall,
and Jack’s face is in mine.

“Let it go. If that’s
who he wants, then so be it. It’s not our business. He obviously
sees something in her that we don’t,” he demands.

“Or what? Are you
going to spank me?” I ask, daring him to.

“Is that what you
want?” he whispers. I watch the anger slip off his face.

“I want you to spank
me. I’m a bad little girl, Officer De Luca,” I moan, running my
hand over his instant arousal.

“Well, I’ve got to
teach you a lesson, baby. Go over to the window and take off your
clothes,” he orders. I walk seductively toward the window and start
removing my clothes while he watches. When I get down to my barely
there lace black thong, he suddenly tells me to leave it on.

“Where do you want me
officer?” I ask.

“Turn around, place
both hands on the window above your head and spread your legs.”

I don’t hesitate with
doing as I’m told. Within seconds, I feel him behind be grinding
his erection into my ass, kissing my neck and back, and fondling my
breasts. His hands start pinching my nipples making them pebble so
hard that it hurts.

“Are you ready for
your punishment?” he groans. Fuck, yeah, I am. I can’t form the
words, though, while his hands are now roaming down my body, slowly
slipping his fingers through my core, teasing me senseless. I just
nod my head.

“Answer me,” he
demands, fisting my hair and pulling back on it gently, not enough to
make it hurt.

“Ye … yes,” I
croak.

Jack leans back from my
body and slides his hands down my spine and around to my hips,
pulling my body out so my ass is stuck out and exposed to him.

“Keep your hands flat
on the window, and watch me while I mark you,” he says, looking at
me in the reflection. I moan in agreement as he starts rubbing my
ass. Looking at the mirrored image of us, I see the arousal on his
face as well as his hand slightly rearing back for the first smack.

“Ahh …” I say
with the burning pain that follows it.

“Did you like that,
baby? You want more?”

“God, yes,” I moan
as he soothes the area that he already marked. I watch his reflection
in the window as he smacks me again and caresses the marks with his
hand. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My legs are shaking
from want and need. Jack slips his hand down between my legs, rubbing
the moisture there.

“My bella, so wet.
Fuck, you look so sexy with my mark on your ass,” he growls as he
slides two fingers in my core, fucking them in and out in a ravaging
motion. I’m on the brink of climaxing.

“Please Jack, fuck
me, baby,” I scream from the fire my body is making.

Jack’s fingers
disappear and, within seconds, I feel the coolness of the window
against my back as he flips me around and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, he rips my panties off, and slams me down on his rock hard cock. I
scream and claw at his back as the fierceness in his thrusts
intensify as he pounds in and out of me.

“Jack,” I moan.

“That’s it, baby.
Come for me, come all over my cock,” he moans back, nuzzling my
neck.

I come, and I come
hard. Riding out my climax, I can feel him growing even bigger saying
that he’s almost there. Jack pulls me back from the window, moving
us to sit on the couch with me straddling him. I start to move up and
down on his shaft, but start thinking of something I want to do. I
lift up off of him trying to get to my feet before he stops me. I
jump out of the way as he goes to grab my hips.

“Payton,” he
growls.

“Oh, calm down,
Jack,” I say, getting on my knees in front of him. I see that what
I’m going to do registers on his face, and he grins in response. I
lean in and suck his cock right to the back of my throat, swallowing.
He grips my hair in his hands and starts thrusting his hips, fucking
my mouth. I can taste myself on him, and I start to moan, wanting
more.

“Turn around,” he
commands. I turn around, and Jack takes my hips, pulling me back
toward him.

“What are you doing?”
I ask.

He lies back on the
couch and sits me on his face.

Oh, now I get it.

Fuck yeah!

I stretch across his
sculpted body going to town on his cock, while he does the same to
me. I feel my climax building again, so I suck harder, faster,
longer, and deeper. I want him to come with me; even though we aren’t
joined, this is still a very intimate act. I put his cock in the very
back of my throat and suck my way back up as he takes my clit between
his teeth and sucks on it, sending me and him over the edge.

After I suck every drop
from him, I lay my face on his thigh trying to catch my breath. He
places his face against my inner thigh as well.

“Just keeps getting
better,” he says with a chuckle, his breath fluttering against my
sensitive skin.

“I still have a few
tricks up my sleeve for you yet,” I reply huskily.

“Oh, and I have lots
for you, too, Payton. Trust me, I’m far from finished with you.”

* * *

My parents have been
here for three days now, and I’ve managed to successfully skirt
around and avoid talking to my mother about what happened to me back
in high school. That is, until today. Jack asks John to give him a
hand at his mother’s house. She needs a few things moved around. I
think it’s just an excuse to get Mom and me alone so we talk. Jack
knows how nervous I am about discussing the rape with her in person.
I also have a session with Dr. Lansin today, and oddly enough, I kind
of want her to come with me.

“Mom?” I call out.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can you come and sit
with me for a minute?” I ask, chewing nervously on my lip.

“About time, Payton,
I was beginning to think I was going to have to drag it out of you,”
she says with sadness in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I know
I should’ve told you when it happened. I wanted to, but I was so
scared that they would do what they threatened that I just couldn’t,”
I say, putting my head down in shame. She pulls me into her arms like
she did when I was a little girl. I burrow my face into her chest and
let my tears fall free.

“I get it, Payton, I
really do. I need you to know that I’m here for you now, and I love
you,” she murmurs, her hand rubbing my back in a soothing circular
motion.

“I love you, too,
Mom. Would you go to a session with me? I’d like you to be there to
see how this whole healing process works. I’m done keeping secrets
from everyone,” I tell her.

“Of course I want to
be there for you. When’s your next appointment?” Mom asks,
holding my hand in hers. I lean over and hug her.

“My next one’s
today actually. I have to leave for it in about an hour.”

“Great, let’s leave
now. I want to stop at that cute little café we saw the other day
and have lunch with my daughter,” she suggests. And that’s
exactly what we do.

When we arrive at Dr.
Lansin’s office, I introduce my mother to my therapist and explain
how I’d like her to sit in on my session today. Of course, she says
it’s not a problem as long as I’m comfortable with it. I really
am. Maybe one day, I’ll even have Jack join me.

“So, Payton, I’m
very pleased at your progression during your therapy sessions. You
always come here with a positive outlook and the drive to get better.
Those two things are going to help you heal. And it’s those exact
reasons that it’ll be sooner rather than later. Now, the one topic
that I’d like to discuss today and haven’t as of yet, is your
trust issue,” she says softly, looking up at me after jotting
something down in her notebook.

“My trust issue?” I
question.

“Yes. I listen very
carefully as you’ve told me about your rape and the way you dealt
with it after. And you have to realize that nobody blames you for
what happened or why you refused to tell anyone about the attack. You
obviously felt that your family was threatened and wanted to protect
them. That’s very admirable. But what concerns me is that you’ve
never developed relationships with men until recently. It appears you
aren’t able to trust people and their intentions, especially when
it comes to the male gender,” she tells me.

“No. I didn’t trust
men. I guess I let those guys worm their way into my head and
believed them when they told me nobody would want me and that I was
unworthy of love. The rape traumatized me so badly that I didn’t
realize that not every man out there was like that, I just believed
they were.”

“So now that you are
in a relationship with Jack, do you trust him?” she asks me.

“Of course I trust
him!” I snap, defensively. My mother reaches over and squeezes my
hand.

“Do you really?”
her eyes bore into mine, waiting for my answer.

“I do,” I squeak
out, looking down at my lap. I do trust Jack, don’t I? I know he
loves me and would never hurt me, but can I ever truly trust him. I
desperately want and need to. He’s definitely building up my faith
in him as our relationship progresses. So, I’m confident that given
time, I’ll completely trust him. Would he be upset to know that I
told him I trusted him, but really I’m unsure? Yeah, he’d totally
be pissed, so I’m really working like a dog on this.

Dr. Lansin leaves the
trust issue, but she doesn’t leave the topic of Jack and me. The
rest of the hour is all about Jack and our intense relationship,
starting from the moment we met. Minus all the sex stuff because
that’s not something my mom needs to know about.

From the look on my
mother’s face, I think she finds it comforting as she listens to
what my therapist and I discuss.

Over the next few days,
Mom and I grow even closer, and she’s finally coming to terms with
everything that’s happened, too. I think it’s been harder on her
than me, but that’s because she’s had a lot less time to deal
with it than I have. She told me the night before leaving that she
feels guilty knowing it happened, and she didn’t protect me like a
parent should have. But how could she have ever known something like
that would’ve happened.

The next morning, we’re
back at the airport. I don’t want them to leave. I already miss
them so much, especially my mom. Jack informs my parents that we’ll
be flying out to Boston soon and that he can’t wait. I like that—he
wants to go to my home where I grew up and spend time with my family.

After we drop them off
Jack’s phone starts ringing.

“DW, what’s up?”
he asks.

I can’t hear the
other end of the call, but it sounds like he’s asking if my parents
are on their way home. That’s really nice of him. I know Jack looks
up to him like a father figure, and it makes me tingle that he’s
checking in on them. When the call’s over, Jack puts his arm around
my shoulder, and we make our way back home.

Home.

I love it.

Chapter 23
His and Hers
Payton

It’s been a week
since my parents went back home and a little over month since the
whole ‘kidnapping by morons incident,’ and even though the police
confiscated my car after the ordeal, they still didn’t locate the
jump drive those assholes were looking for. When my car was finally
released from evidence, which was only a couple of days ago, Jack and
I thoroughly searched it and still found nothing. Either Dag lied to
those guys about stashing it in my car, or he put it there and moved
it later. I mean, why would he tell them where it was, if they were
going to kill him anyway? Maybe he was just trying to buy some time.
The police still haven’t located Dag’s body, and the guys
responsible for his death aren’t talking about it.

When I told Jack about
the time I came home and found Dag waiting for me on my bed and how
pissed I was at him, he thought it’d be worth our while checking
out my old bedroom. Amber and Molly still hadn’t gotten a new
roommate, so the room was empty. We searched the closet and the
adjoining bathroom, but once again, came up with nothing.

The ATF and Jack’s
team were floored when I told them about the fifth man in the group.
With all of the surveillance and undercover work, they completely
missed it, or the guy simply got wind of the whole operation and
managed to stay out of radar. I guess he didn’t give a fuck whether
his other partners in crime got caught or not.

When Jack has to leave
me alone because of work, he always makes sure that I’m under
protective detail by someone in uniform. He’s not taking the chance
that the missing link to his whole case is unknown, AWOL, and gunning
for me. After our epically, amazing car sex he told me that he was
relieved that I got out of that warehouse safe and fairly unharmed,
but he was pissed that I took the risk that I did trying to escape.
His anger didn’t last long, though, because as soon as we got home,
he kept his promise to the medic and kept me up all night long and
made sweet, slow, and desperate love to me. It was freaking
incredible!

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