Valentine Wishes (Baxter Academy Book 1) (11 page)

Her legs go around my hips, bringing her closer and if we were naked, her pussy is in the perfect place for me to enter her. The thought of it only makes me grow harder and she wiggles against me while pushing her breasts against my chest. I slip my hands beneath her shirt and up her soft back and she pulls away from me slightly as if encouraging and I bring my hands around until I’m clutching her breasts. Damn they are perfect but I wish she wasn’t wearing a bra.

It’s been so long since I’ve attempted this move, but I slip my hand around her back and with a bend and a flick, her bra is undone.

Jackie sighs and arches, as if she’s glad to be free of the binding.

Damn she’s hot and making me hotter. I push her shirt up, along with the bra and those glorious boobs are right there for the tasting.

“Coral. Blush coral.” The color of her nipples.

I don’t wait for a response and bend, taking one in my mouth while pinching the other.

Jackie moans again and presses her pussy against my cock.

Her fingers are in my hair, holding me close and rubbing her pussy against me. If I don’t pull back, I might come in my pants. Not the best look for meeting the family for the first time.

I let go of her nipple and look up.

Her green eyes meet mine and before I can blink, she’s jumping away from. That isn’t exactly what I had in mind. I just wanted us to slow down, and cool off.

Like that would have been possible.

“Come with me.” She’s holding out her hand and I grab it.

Jackie runs down the path and along the stream, and toward the lake. Just as the stream widens, she veers up another path and stops before an old shed.

“My grandfather’s hunting and fishing shack. He used to come out here all the time, spending the night so he could get up early. Theo uses it now sometimes.”

She pushes the door open and pulls me into a semi-dark room. Fishing poles are on the wall. Tackle boxes and lures are on the shelves, along with a variety of knives for cleaning fish. Against the back wall are two cots. Jackie shuts the door and turns to me. “Condoms?”

“Yes. You?”

“IUD since Monday.” With those words, she rips her shirt over her head, the bra going with it and I’m struck speechless. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her and I rip my own shirt over my head, then grab her to me, devouring her mouth and my hands roam her body. Her boobs are fucking perfect and her nipples pebble against my palms. I dip and take one in my mouth again, but instead of holding me to her, she reaches forward and starts messing with the buckle of my belt. I unsnap her jeans and unzip before sliding my fingers down to her nether lips. Jackie’s already wet, which only makes me harder.

I shove her jeans down her hips and legs. She kicks them away as she pushes mine over my hips.

My jeans drop, but I grab them quickly and pull my wallet out of the back pocket. After I remove the condom I toss the wallet on the floor. Jackie grasps my cock as I tear open the foil. Her breathing is heavy, like mine, as I roll the latex over the head of my cock.

Her eyes meet mine as soon as it’s secure and I grasp her by the ass and lift. Her legs go around my hips and I have her against the wall and sink inside. Deep.

Our lips meet and I thrust, over and over. Jackie rides me, her thighs tightening and loosening. As her vagina walls clench around me, my balls tighten. Just when I think I can’t hold off any longer, she stiffens and squeezes my cock and it’s all over. Just as she goes limp, my knees practically give out and the two of us slide to the floor. I slip out of her and pull Jackie to my lap and she lays her head against my shoulder. Nothing is said and I assume she’s trying to catch her breath and waiting for her heart to calm like me.

“That was fucking amazing!”

“Yeah it was,” she agrees.

Shit, I said that out loud too.

“I think you just proved you don’t need a king bed.”

“I’ll just line my bedroom walls with mattresses.” I lean my head back. “Though sleeping might be difficult.”

She tilts her head up and looks at me. “You never mentioned sleeping in your bed.”

This is nice. Real nice. It doesn’t matter that I’m sitting bare-assed on the floor with my jeans around my ankles, Jackie is on my lap, relaxed and playful. Is she always like this after sex and really good fucks? And, that was one hell of a fuck.

“I should probably get off of you and get dressed again.”

“Wait.” The tattoo on her left breast is interesting. I noticed it when I first shoved up her shirt, but I had other things on my mind. Tracing my finger around the image of black music notes over pink ballet slippers, I ask, “What is this for?”

A sad smile comes to her lips. “My dad was a composer and music director and my mother a dancer turned choreographer.”

“That’s nice.”

“Do you have any tattoos?”

Shit! My face gets hot.

“What? Where is it?” she leans back and studies my body. “On your back.”

“Not exactly.”

She moves and looks at my dick. I swear it shrinks further under her gaze and my embarrassment.

“Come on, I’ll see it eventually,” she coaxes. “You are mostly naked and you can’t sit here forever.”

“My ass.”

Jackie scoots of my lap and stands. “Show me.”

“It’s no big deal. Really.”

“I showed you mine, you have to show me yours.”

She is not going to let up until I do, so I pull myself to my feet, turn and bend.

“A bullet?”

“If you look close you’ll see the scar tissue.” I give her a moment before I stand and pull my jeans up.

“You got shot in the ass?”

I know she’s trying not to laugh, but is not being the most successful. She pulls her jeans back on and I’m kind of disappointed that I didn’t get to see the color of her panties, or her body fully. I didn’t really take the opportunity to stand back and admire. Not that I needed to. I’ve seen enough and if I keep looking I’ll get hard again and we’ll never make it to her family picnic.

“While completing the FBI training requirements. Some guy that had never held a gun before.”

“And shot you in the ass.”

“I believe we already established that fact.”

“So, why the tattoo?”

“Too much tequila and persuasive friends.” I pull the shirt over my head. “They thought it would be really cool if I had the image of the bullet entering my cheek, just where I was hit.”

“Then plied you with tequila.”

My stomach rolls just at the memory. Not getting the tattoo, but how I felt the next day. “I’m never drinking that stuff again.”

“When was this?”

“The weekend we graduated. I spent the first day drinking tequila with so-called new friends.”

“And getting a tattoo.”

I give her a non-appreciative grin. “And spent the second day puking my guts out. I haven’t been drunk since.”

I
t is a nice tattoo
. Very detailed. Almost looks real. At least he didn’t pick a shitty tattoo artist in his drunken state. “Shouldn’t there be rules that drunk people can’t get tattoos?”

“They guy we picked was good but he won’t do tattoos on anyone under the influence of anything.”

“They why’d he tattoo a bullet on your ass?”

“We went in earlier. I told him what I wanted, paid for it, and said when I came back I would be drunk.”

“And that worked for him.”

“Apparently.”

“So, it wasn’t the tequila.”

“It was all tequila. I only went in to get my buddies off of my back. I had no intention of going back.”

“Thus the tequila.”

“I’ll never trust those bastards again.”

“No longer friends?” Geez to lose friends over a drunk night and a tattoo is kind of extreme.

“Two of them are my best friends. I just don’t trust them.” He grins at me.

“We should probably head back. The family should be gathering in the
commune
.”

He pulls me close and then runs his fingers through my hair. “That’s better. I don’t want your family to know what we’ve been up to when I’m meeting them for the first time.”

“Does everything look in place?”

“Yes.” He snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me close. “That was nice. Really nice.”

“Yeah, it was.”

Even if it was frenzied and out of control, it was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

“Will I pass?”

I study him from head to toe. “You’ll do. Nobody will suspect a thing.”

We step outside and I close the door behind us. It’s never locked because nobody knows it’s here except family.

Brett grabs my hand and my stomach tightens. I really should warn him and now is a good of a time as any. “Um, there is something I need to tell you about today.”

“Okay,” he says slowly.

“First, I need to explain about the family and the foundation.”

“If you want me to not be there, just say so.”

Why the hell would he think I didn’t want him there? I would have cancelled before today. “No,” I insist. “Besides, even if I didn’t, which I do, my uncle expects you there and now my grandmother too.”

He relaxes beside me. “Then tell me about the family and foundation.”

I take a deep breath and pray he doesn’t run off. “There is a foundation, the Baxter Foundation that was set up by my grandparents fifteen or twenty years ago.” I turn onto the main trail and slow my steps. I don’t want us to arrive before I’m finished. “That’s when Grandpa also changed his will, as did his children, or at least I suspect they did because my parents did around the same time.”

I look into his light blue eyes. “The Baxters have a lot of money. I mean a lot.” He probably already knows, but it’s necessary that he does to explain the dynamics of the situation. “They always have, ever since the plantation was built. They didn’t suffer through wars, the worst of the economy, not even the Depression.”

“That’s rather impressive.”

“The family has always believed it is because of something like karma.”

“Not sound financial planning?”

“That too,” I roll my eyes. “But they’ve always felt they had much more than anybody could ever want or need, so they give. My grandfather supported the town during the Depression. He gave jobs to everyone who lost one, loans to help them keep houses, that kind of thing.”

“I’m surprised the town isn’t named after him.”

“They wanted to.” I smile. “He said he didn’t need or want his name on any damn town.”

“And for your grandfather, it was the camp.”

“At first it was the living history. He hired actors and tradesmen and they’d do these weekends and stuff. It was all free and he’d have special events just for schoolkids and things like that. When people were no longer interested he started the art camp, but it wasn’t what he had hoped for.”

“Until the foster kids came.”

“It changed everything. He knew what he wanted to do. Needed to do and he was so passionate about the camp and looked forward to every summer.” Grandfather used to glow when talking about the purpose of the camp and how these kids were being helped, as if he had a real purpose again.

“So this foundation supports the camp?”

“Yes, and other philanthropic interests.”

“And your aunts and uncles make up the foundation?”

“My Uncle Mark is the CEO and also runs the camp. The rest of my aunts and uncles sit on the board. As soon as a grandchild is eighteen, they become a voting member.”

He nods and is probably wondering why the hell I’m telling him all of this.

“It’s a requirement and part of his will.” Maybe I should leave that part out, but it’s too late now. “There is a trust set up for every member of the family and for the foundation. To continue to receive funds you must have complete high school and pursuing a career. Nobody is allowed to just sit back and live off money that is being handed to them.”

“Why?”

Brett seems confused and if he had any idea the amount of wealth we had, he’d really be confused. But, a lot of that goes to the camp, or tied up in trusts. “You can’t appreciate what you have without working for it.”

He nods as if he approves.

“Two! You must be active in the foundation, which means active at the camp.”

“How can they do both if they have to have careers too?”

“Everyone does what they can based on availability. And, wives don’t have to work once they start having children as long as the husband is pursuing a career.”

“That’s kind of old fashioned.”

“Grandfather was born in 1934. He wasn’t really happy with the feminist movement.” I laugh. “Or some of the changes in society, like when his youngest daughter became pregnant and she refused to marry the father.”

“So, what happens if they don’t do what is expected, like the jobs and the camp?”

“They no longer receive any of their trust fund. It’s set up to be paid out every five years. Each of us gets a deposit. The first is strictly for college. After that, we are required to give a third to helping others. It can be the camp or any other charity that is important to us.”

“Are they okay with you not taking the teaching job?”

“I did have to get permission from the F
oundation,
but they know as much about Theo’s struggles as I do and fully supported me.” I glance up at him. “There are exceptions to every rule. And, because I’m also going to graduate school, I’m not required to give to the charity until I graduate. I can’t help anyone if I can’t finish school.”

“Your other brother, Tyler. He’s not in school or here.”

“Ah, that’s different. He’s serving the country. That trumps everything as far as my grandparents and everyone else is concerned.”

“And, your parents have the same will?” Brett winces. “Never mind. That’s none of my business.”

“It’s no big deal. I pretty much think all my aunts and uncles changed their wills to read like Grandfather’s.” Well, not everyone. “Except perhaps Aunt Julie and Aunt Lisa.”

“Who are they?”

“The youngest daughters, and also most rebellious. They do only as much as they need to stay within the limits but nothing else. I can’t imagine they’d do the same thing to their kids.”

“Which one had the kid?”

“Aunt Lisa. Love her, but she’s a bit flighty.” Just thinking about her makes me laugh. “Aunt Julie, however, did marry the father of her children, about three months before Brooke was born, but she’s had four husbands since. I’m not sure if she’s even married right now.”

“So, why are you telling me all of this now?”

Good question and the very reason I started telling him all this. “Because, a meeting has been called for this afternoon and I wanted to warn you.”

“Meeting?”

“Theo told Grandmother about the school he’d like to see. She thinks it’s a fantastic idea and since every voting family member will be here for the picnic, minus Tyler, it’s the perfect time to introduce the topic.”

“I’ll make sure and leave before that then.”

“No. Grandmother expect you there.”

“Why?”

I sure as hell am not going to tell Brett that my grandmother expects us to marry one day. He’ll run for the hills and never look back. “She just gets strange ideas and likes you.” That’s all he needs to know right now. “And, she thinks it’s good for those not associated with the foundation to be present sometimes. To bring a different perspective.”

His blue eyes widen in alarm. “I’m not going to say anything.”

“You probably won’t get a chance.” If the meeting goes like they all do, everyone will be talking over each other until a decision is made.

Well, at least he’s still here and hasn’t run off. Then again, he hasn’t met the rest of the family. I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes his excuses as soon as we are done eating. I kind of wish I could.

Brett squeezes my hands in his, but his brows are drawn together like he’s worried. “This all kind of intimidates me.”

“Don’t let it. My family can be a bit much, but they aren’t a bad group.”

“Not the family, but where you come from.”

I should have anticipated this. “The money?”

“Yeah. Both of my parents worked full time. Dad in a factory, often taking on double shifts just to make ends meet, and Mom was a secretary at a car dealership. I’m not sure I’ll ever pay my school loans off and your family friends are probably listed in Forbes.”

Shit! I should have seen this coming. “They are down to earth, and none of them, well other than Aunt Lisa and Aunt Julie, have anything to do with that part of society.

He gives me a skeptical look.

“My mom was a dancer turned choreographer. My Aunt Cheryl married a rookie cop, Uncle Gary. She met him while working as a nurse.”

He smiles. “My Uncle Quinn met his wife in the ER, where she also worked as a nurse. I think it’s a common matchup.”

“Well, when you work crazy hours, how else are you going to meet people?”

“There are always well-meaning friends.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “We can’t discount them.”

“True.” I chuckle. Why did I fight Ashley on meeting Brett? To think, he could have been in my life two weeks earlier. While that isn’t that much time, it’s still two weeks I could have had. “None of the spouses came from money. In fact, most of them were raised in the poor to middle class, so don’t let my family intimidate you.” It’s important that he not think we are anything special because we aren’t. Just an average family, who also happens to be rich. “You’ll see. Outside of the two youngest aunts, you’d never guess any of them have money.”

Brett squeezes my hands and his eyes darken. “You’re an intriguing individual, Jacqueline Baxter.”

“As are you, Brett Robak.”

W
e emerge
from the woods where we entered. There aren’t just a few people setting up here anymore but a ton mingling about. Kids are playing in the sand, food is getting placed on a long table and a couple of guys are standing around the grills. Well, she did say she had a large family and I guess now it’s time to meet them. A few smile and nod when they see us. Others have a curious look in their eyes and I’ve never been so self-conscious in my life.

Theo saunters up and looks me over and then Jackie before he smirks. “Did you show Brett the fishing shack?”

Shit! How can he tell? It’s not like we’re carrying poles or anything.

Theo reaches into this sister’s long, light brown hair and pulls out a short piece of fishing line with a couple of yellow feathers attached to it. How the hell did I miss that when I smoothed out her hair?

“We were walking and I was just showing Brett around. Must have brushed up against the shelves.” She shrugs it off as no big deal and I sure as hell am not going to say anything.

Theo’s mouth quirks and he shakes his head. Her brother suspects the truth, or maybe I’m just feeling guilty for some reason. Hell, Theo’s eighteen. I wonder how many girls he’s had back there. I would have made use of that shack when I was his age, and not for fishing.

“Hey, Jackie, help me will you?” an older woman who is trying to carry four pitchers calls.