What He Desires (3 page)

The thing about having my ass hit is that even when I expect it to happen, I’m still shocked when contact is made. My instinct is to gasp, to try and wiggle away. But his grip is unyielding, as is the hand that lands again on the left side this time.

It doesn’t hurt. If anything, I find it thrilling. I’ve been turned on since I first laid eyes on him this evening.

A third smack. A fourth.

I shut my eyes, the pleasure and slight sting from his hand rushing through my body. Up, up, up until it hits my brain.

Five.

I really hope he’s counting.

Six.

My body is wound tight, practically humming with desire.

Seven.

Eight.

His voice interrupts, low and guttural. “Spread your legs.”

I rush to oblige, conscious of what he’s about to do.

“Wider.”

I moan as I do as bid. He runs his hand down between my legs, teasing. Then, his land leaves me bereft and I feel like weeping.

One second. Two.

Three.

I yelp when his slap makes contact with my pussy. I restrain myself with every bit of energy I possess, my legs quivering as they tire of this position already.

He strokes my back, gliding his hand up until he wraps it in my hair and pulls my head up. My hands leave the ground and my legs shake harder.

“You should see your ass. It’s red as can be.” His other hand rubs me; a sob escapes my throat. “Delicious.”

I don’t know how many seconds pass as I wait, keeping my body as relaxed as possible. I’m so turned on I know that one touch will send me over the edge.

I also trust that he will give it to me.

I swear my senses are so attuned in this moment that I hear his hand swinging through the air just seconds before it makes contact with my pussy once more.

And I scream as I orgasm, my whole body shaking with so much force I grip his leg with my hands to hold on.

When I go limp, he lifts me up and places me in the center of the bed. I watch as he divests himself of his clothes, then welcome him with open arms as he joins me. He kisses me, melding his mouth to mine as his cock enters me in one swift thrust.

I wrap my legs around him to bring him closer. Keeping his cock inside me, he goes immobile, leaving my mouth to trail kisses down my jaw and onto my neck. Then, using one arm to brace himself, he uses the other to cup a breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.

When he pauses to thrust, I moan, sliding my hands up to grip his hair. He returns to giving my body his undivided attention, moving to the other breast to do the same. Having his cock inside me unmoving is torture, though. Just as I’m about to beg for him to move, his lips come back to mine, and he thrusts.

I whimper as his hand moves up to my neck, resting lightly against it as he dominates my mouth with his.

Each plunge of his cock is met with a lift of my hips, my legs tightening around him, begging for more. I disentangle one hand from his hair to slide it in between our bodies, to find where we’re connected, before touching my own body in just the right way.

The noise he makes into my mouth is indistinguishable, his hand tightening around my neck just enough to send me over the edge.

It’s not long before he follows me with a whisper of my name into what I consider the best bliss in the world.

A girl could get used to this.

CHAPTER FOUR

“I have to return home. My papa will be waiting for me.”

I don’t want to leave him. He’s my friend — my only friend. Papa doesn’t let me visit with children from other families. He says they are all heathens, and not fit for proper company.

So when I met the stable masters’ son, who is only a few years older than me, we became instant friends in our mutual loneliness.

It wasn’t long before that friendship turned to love.

Love I know my father would never approve of. I am several years away from being old enough to marry, but I am positive that I will never love anyone as I do Thomas.

“Jane,” he whispers, tucking a disobedient strand of black hair behind my ear, “I hate that we must sneak around. I wish our love mustn’t remain a secret. I desire you and ardently dream of you being my wife, where you may sleep in my bed.”

His words make me blush.

“Kiss me then.”

My words are daring, yet I know he loves when I am bold.

His dark eyes don’t widen in shock. Instead, they blacken with desire, with a passion I know burns for me and me alone. I know he wants to tackle me to the grass, lift my skirts, and plunge deep inside me until we are so connected we shall never be torn apart.

No distance between us ever again, even when we are out of reach of one another.

He does as I demand.

Passion ignites. Even though I know I must leave, I take one more moment with him.

One more second where our lips combine in a fervor we cannot and do not want to deny. One that leaves us aching for each other.

And when he pulls back, I see the regret that he must leave in his eyes.

I know he loves me.

My papa is wrong.

And as Thomas walks away from me, I vow in my heart to do whatever it takes for us to be together the rest of our lives.

Only he vanishes, never to be seen again.

~*~

The sound of an alarm jolts me out of my sleep, the dream disappearing before I can make sense of it.

Opening my eyes to a completely dark room, I wonder where I am for a second before I remember.

I slept at Tobias’ place.

Even more, I slept
with
him. Again.

Now, he’ll always be my first ‘second time’, and I’m not quite sure how to feel about that.

His phone lights up from his side of the bed, the shrill tones making me wince as I finally notice that his arm is across my chest, pinning me down. And the same for his leg.

Matter of fact, if he got any closer, he’d be lying on top of me.

Mortified, I realize we fell asleep right after sex, when he snuggled up against me and I’d been too spent to push him away.

Ugh! Snuggling!

Not sure whether to laugh or cry at this discovery, I poke his arm as the phone peals again. “Hey, wake up. Your phone is pissing me off.”

He doesn’t move.

The phone goes off once more.

He snores.

What’s a girl to do?

I scream as loud as possible, and he jerks upright.

“Wha—?” His hand grabs my arm. “Joce—?”

God, I love the way he calls me that. I especially enjoyed the way he moaned it last night as he came, the low growl in my ear filled with desire and a contentment I didn’t understand.

“I’m fine.” I yank my arm away as the phone trills. “Shut that thing off, will you?”

Climbing out of the bed, I head to the door, using my arms to guide my way and prevent any stumbles in this unfamiliar territory. I glance over at Tobias, his face illuminated by the screen as he taps on it with his thumb. With his other hand, he swipes down his face, no doubt trying to recover from his rude awakening.

Reaching the door, I glare at him. “What fucking time is it anyway?”

He laughs, returning the phone to its previous position on the nightstand. “Four. Forgot to change my alarm.”

Oh, I could kill him right now.

I turn the knob and exit to use the bathroom, returning a few minutes later.

I pick up my cell, waking up the screen to use it for a light as I search for my clothes.

“What are you doing?” His mumbled words come out of nowhere. “Get back in bed.”

“Don’t be demanding,” I huff as I pick up my discarded shirt. “We’re not even married yet.”

“So? Get back in bed. It’s early.”

“Maybe it’s early for you, mister ‘I-can-afford-to-sleep-in’,” I retort as I squint, looking around for my underwear, “but since I need to go in at six anyway, I might as well stay awake.”

He sighs. Since my experience with men only involves one night stands and Dexter, I err on the side of Dexter and assume I’m exasperating Tobias.

He claps his hands and the lights turn on. I cover my eyes with my arm.

“Asshole. The light is too bright!”

I don’t even waste my time clapping my hands to turn them back off. He’ll just do it again.

“You’ll adjust. Just use one eye at first and slowly open the other,” he responds with a chuckle. “Also, you need to get a manager to either open or close the diner. No need to work yourself to death.”

“You know I can’t afford it.” I grumble as I lower my arm and begin dressing. “I don’t understand why you’d even suggest such a thing.”

“I didn’t get where I am by doing it all myself. You need help.”

It’s his parting shot as he gets up and exits the room. I finish putting on my clothing, and look down at my phone to see a text from Iris.

‘
C u in the morning. Hope u get some so u are less grumpy.’

I laugh at her use of a ‘u’ in place of you, something she does deliberately because she knows it bugs me. I would text her back but she will be up when I get home.

Tobias walks back into the room in all his naked glory. He must’ve gotten a quick shower, his hair dripping water on to his shoulders. Watching it roll down his chest has me licking my lips, wishing I could touch him with my tongue. Get naked once more, climb back in the bed, and stay there fucking until the sun comes up. Doing the one thing I love more than anything else in the world.

He must’ve had the same idea. Before I can blink, he’s across the room and gathering me in his arms. He lowers his lips to mine, invading my mouth with a force he seems unable to subdue. Because he catches me in a moment when I’m wishing I can be all over him, I don’t resist throwing my arms around his neck and returning the passionate kiss, matching his tongue stroke for stroke. We’re both battling for control; something neither of us really have around the other.

Especially since I’ve given in to the inevitable even if I haven’t agreed to it out loud.

Marriage.

Sex more than once with the same man.

I can’t escape it, so I may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Because it always ends badly.

Where the hell had that thought come from?

Before I can examine the answer, he rips his mouth from mine in such an abrupt fashion that I’d’ve stumbled if it weren’t for his arms around me. Arms that leave me just seconds later as he steps back.

“We should get going. Give me two minutes.”

He turns away at my nod.

I race from the room lest I give in to the craving for his cock, and give reality the finger as I drag him back to bed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Ten minutes later, we are on our way to my place.

It doesn’t take long for Tobias to start in on the manager thing.

“Let me hire another person to help you.”

It’s dark inside the car and out, but I still turn my head his way and glare even though he can’t see me.

Then, I pause.

If he’s going to insist, I will use it to my advantage.

“Okay, sure.”

His laugh is short and full of disbelief. “Right. Something tells me there is a but…?”

“Smart man.”

He really is. It unnerves me that he knows me so well already.

“Well?”

I take a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “If you think I need help, fine. But
I
get to choose who to hire, and
you
are responsible for paying them.”

“No problem. I will send you some candidates today that are qualified so you can interview them.”

I want to object. I’m perfectly able to find people myself, but it will be faster to let him assist me. “People who have applied to work with you, I’m guessing?”

“Smart woman.”

God, he’s such a smart ass.

I love it.

“There is something else I’d like to discuss with you,” he says, his hand finding mine and curling around it so I can’t pull mine away. “Rules.”

Excuse me?

“What?” is what I say out loud.

He chuckles. “Rules. I assume since you played along last night that you are comfortable with a submissive role. Am I wrong?”

Oh, I see. I decide to have fun with it.

“What is this exactly?
Fifty Shades of Grey
, take two?”

“No. Unlike Christian, my sanity is intact. And you have to admit, I’m much more attractive. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Of course he is, but I’m hardly going to feed into his ego. Instead, I bring one finger up to my mouth and purse my lips.

“Hold on, I need to consult my inner Goddess.” I pause a beat, then retort, “She says I could probably do better.”

“Tell your inner Goddess she’s a dumb ass.” He pulls his hand away with a laugh, and rests it on my shoulder. “Now, am I wrong?”

I sigh. “No, you’re not.”

“Good.” He squeezes my hand. “First, you should never wear underthings when around me.”

“Never?”

“Never, unless you’d like them ripped off you.”

And just like that, I’m wishing his cock was inside me right this second. I clench my thighs together, asking, “What’s number two?”

“You will tell me where you are going at all times.”

Oh, hell no!

“I will n—“

“Jocelyn.” He cuts me off, raising his voice to make sure I hear him. “This isn’t about controlling you. It’s about making sure I know where you are and with whom, so that if anything happens or I need you, I’m not left trying to figure out where you’ve gone.”

“But I don’t go anywhere!”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, correct?”

I look out the window, not answering. I want to tell him I’m not sure, but I don’t need to. He knows me; he’s aware that asking such a thing will make me feel panicked. I’m not used to restrictions, to needing to consider someone else’s feelings.