Blackmailed Into Bed (3 page)

Amy nodded her head. She couldn't get any
words to form. His hands were petting her. Moving from the inside
of her thighs to the feminine heat between and then back down
again.

"You are so beautiful. Do you know how
beautiful you are?" His words were enticing. Magical. She shook her
head, denying his words. "You're gorgeous. Do you know how long
I've wanted your gorgeous little body?"

"I'm not little." Her words were soft,
subdued.

"Not little?" He ran his hands down the
outside of each leg until he reached her calves. He wrapped each
hand around an ankle and lifted her legs slightly. "Look." Her
heart started pounding when she saw his big hands around her
ankles. His fingers completely wrapped around her and still
overlapped. Excitement gripped her. That was so sexy. He was so
sexy. He moved closer to her and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She sucked in a breath.

"W-wait. You were going to get us some
w-wine, remember?" Her soft, pliant little body was spread out on
his couch. Her breath came in sporadic little bursts of energy. He
was ready for her, but he also felt calm, just from having her
here, all to himself. He would indulge her for awhile, if it meant
she would relax and let him have all that softness.

He lifted himself to his feet. "Stay there.
Don't even think about moving from that spot." His words were
rough, assertive. Amy sat and quietly tried not to lose her mind.
She had to get a grip. Everything that was happening seemed like a
dream. She was held immobile by the cravings rushing through
her.

He came back to her in less than a minute. He
set two wine glasses on the coffee table and eased back onto the
couch next to her. He spread his legs wide and lifted one big,
booted foot and put it on the table. He clasped his hands together
and raised them up behind his head. He leaned back and stared at
her. He made no move to pick up his wine.

Amy watched him sprawled out next to her,
taking up most of the couch. Tension ran through her as he just sat
there. She picked up her glass and took a sip. Her hand was shaking
so much that she had to put the glass back down.

He watched her squirming on the couch. Her
nervousness was tangible. "How long have you been divorced?"

She started at the abrupt words. "Five
years." She looked away from him and tried to concentrate on his
house. It was a one-story ranch, out in the suburbs. The furniture
was masculine and looked sturdy enough to handle his large frame.
It was kept neat, with very little clutter. There was a clock
hanging on one wall, and a flat-screen television mounted on
another. There were no pictures, no decorations. It was a guy's
house. It suited him.

"How old were you when you got married?"

"Twenty-two. Right after college." She took
another sip and felt the warmth of the wine flow through her.

"Married ten years?" He was barking the
questions at her, one after the other.

"Yes. "

"Bad marriage?"

"I guess." She shrugged. "We got divorced.
The first five or so years were okay. The last five, we just
fought. We grew apart. We both wanted out. So, we got divorced. It
wasn't easy. But he's a good father, and I appreciate that about
him."

He grunted. "Hmm. So, how much do you
date?"

"D-date? Um, n-not a lot. But I go out.
Renee, Jenny and I go out a lot. We have fun." A look of irritation
crossed his face.

"Really? Where do ya'll go?" Amy felt like
she was on the witness stand.

"Well, we go to different restaurants, and to
the movies, shopping-"

"Restaurants? Shopping? That's it? No
dancing, clubs, bar-hopping?" His voice held disbelief.

"No. Of course not-"

"Of course not? Why the hell not? You're
young. Single. Unattached. Goddamn beautiful. You're not out there
looking for a husband again like every other single woman in Baton
Rouge?" Disbelief laced his words.

"No. I absolutely don't want another husband.
I have my daughter. I really don't want any more kids. I have my
friends-"

He cut her off. "What about sex?"

"I-I, well, I-" She stopped and licked her
lips. Her mouth was dry. She picked up her glass of wine and took a
large sip.

"So, what you're not saying is that you
haven't been having sex, is that right?" He looked into her
eyes.

"That's right." Her answer was soft.

Satisfaction ran through him. He reached out
and took her chin in one large hand. He ran his rough thumb over
her lips. Her breath caught. Her agitation was palpable. His voice
was deep and sure. "We are going to have so much fun."

Amy jerked her face away from his hand and
valiantly tried to take control of the situation. "N-no." She shook
her head.

"No? You don't think it's going to be
fun?"

"I don't want to get involved with you." Her
voice was soft, but firm. "You shouldn't have threatened me. You
shouldn't have made me come here. You knew I hadn't been drinking
tonight."

"That's bullshit. You know I wouldn't force
you to do anything. I'm a cop, not a criminal. You took the easy
excuse I gave you, and now here you are. You're still letting
whatever hang up you have about me scare you. So, what's the
problem?"

"I don't want to get involved with you." She
crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well, strictly speaking, babe, I don't want
to get involved with you, either. I just want to sleep with you."
His voice was arrogant, self assured.

"Well, that's not going to happen. Since
you're not going to arrest me, you can take me home."

"I'm not taking you home until I get some
answers. Why the hell are you so scared of what's between us?" Jake
was irritated at his own tone. He was barking at her, when he knew
he should be talking gently, seducing her. He tried to temper his
words with slow, gentle movements.

Amy felt her hand taken between his. He
pulled her to her knees and her hands fell to his shoulders. He
steadied her with his hands on her hips. He spoke softly. "What's
wrong? Why can't you just give me all this softness?" His words
were bewitching, filling her mind with pleasure.

She leaned her head into him and answered
him. "I'm scared of cops."

Her answer disconcerted him. He tried to stay
gentle. "Why, sweetheart? Have you done something wrong?"

Her head was buried in his shoulder. He felt
the small, negative movement as she shook her head. "Then what is
it? Tell me."

She took a deep, shuddering breath. "My
father was killed in the line of duty."

Shock went through him. His arms immediately
tightened all the way around her. He held her for a long moment in
silence. "I'm so sorry. Oh, sweetheart, you don't know how sorry I
am."

"It was a long time ago. I was thirteen and
we were in California." The words started pouring from her. "My
mother tried to run away from it all and moved us all the way to
Lake Charles."

He wanted to know the details, but this was
not the time to ask. Later on, after this initial conversation.

"A lot of good it did. Dad's department kept
up with us, and notified the sheriff in Calcasieu parish. You know
the system. Law enforcement takes care of the widows of fallen
officers. It took barely eighteen months for my mom to be married
again. This time to a sheriff's deputy. They've been married ever
since. Her voice was flat, unemotional.

He held her while she talked, running his
fingers up and down her spine in long, soothing sweeps. "And you
didn't like that?"

"I love Robert. I even call him 'Dad' now. I
just don't understand how she could do it. Losing my father was
horrible. How could she put herself through that again? Of course I
understand why she would get married again. She was only
thirty-five. So young, and she was so pretty--"

"Was she as pretty as you?" The words were
deep, questioning.

She lifted her face from his shoulder to look
at him. "Umm, I d-don't know…we look alike. All my life, everyone
has always told me I look exactly like my mother."

Tenderness consumed him at her hesitant
answer. "She must be beautiful." He kissed her lips, teasing them
apart. They shared a slow, consuming kiss filled with need and
hunger. He lifted his lips from hers. "So that's the reason? The
reason you've been running from me for ten weeks?"

She opened her eyes. "Yes."

His hands gripped her harder. "I won't let
you go. I'm sorry for everything you've lost, but I won't let it
make me give you up. I'm not asking for a relationship. Hell, I
don't want a relationship. I'm not expecting a commitment or
anything from you. But I will have you. Understand?

Her eyes were dark with emotion as she
trembled in his arms. She nodded her head in surrender.

He couldn't wait. Lust raced through his
system. The reason for her reticence explained, he wanted her now.
This second.

He fastened his hands on her and picked her
up and dropped her in his lap. He smoothed a hand over her silky,
dark hair. "Look how perfect you fit in my arms," he whispered in
her ear. He dropped a hand to the row of buttons on her shirt.
"Everything is going to fit just perfect, babe." He spoke into her
ear. The first button came undone. "I bet you're tiny all over."
The second button came undone. "Are you? Are you this tiny all
over?" His hand left her shirt and drifted to the liquid heat
between her thighs. He pressed and rubbed her through her
jeans.

She couldn't find her voice to answer him.
Need clawed through her veins. "I'm going to be real careful,
sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you." He unsnapped her jeans. "You
don't want me to hurt you, do you babe?" He ran the zip down. He
lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. His words were drugging.
She whimpered. "You promise to be a good girl and let me be gentle
with you, okay?"

"Y-yes." Her voice was breathless. She
undulated gently against him.

"You promise? Say, 'I promise, Jake.'" His
hand slid back up to the third button. It came loose.

"I p-promise, J-Jake," she moaned.

"That's a good girl. I'm going to make it so
good for you, babe." The fourth button came undone. "I guess you're
not protected, are you?"

Shock and panic momentarily dulled the
passion running through her. "No, I'm n-not protected."

"It's okay. I'll take care of it. You don't
have to worry about anything." The last button came undone. He
spread the shirt open. Lust clawed through his guts at the
beautiful picture she made. Red lace covered the slight swells of
her breasts. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her dark
hair fell in waves over her shoulders. He reached up and peeled the
shirt off her shoulders.

He continued to look down at her and took a
calming breath. "That's a pretty bra, sweetheart, but I think we
need to get rid of it." He unsnapped the clasp between her breasts
and pushed the cups apart.

He stared at her chest and groaned. Small,
pale white swells lifted and fell with her rapid breathing. Plump,
pink little nipples were already hardened with excitement. With one
swift move, he lifted her up and turned her so that she straddled
him where he sat and immediately latched his mouth onto a
nipple.

Heat slammed her body at the suddenness of
his action. She lifted her arms and threaded her fingers through
his hair. "Mmmm…" Her voice was shaky, filled with pleasure. She
moved her hips as he sucked harder.

He gripped her by the hips and helped move
her. He lifted his mouth and blew wet heat on her nipple. "These
are the prettiest little tits I've ever seen in my life." He bit
down on one just hard enough to make her gasp.

"They're small." Her voice was
apologetic.

"Yes they are." His voice was laced with
satisfaction. "Small and perfect. Beautiful." He reached up and
took them in his hands and lifted them to his mouth. He sucked on
one pink nipple, his thumb simultaneously rubbing on its twin. He
moved his head back and forth, taking long licks and sucks.

Amy was quickly lifted to a state of frantic
need. She was clawing at his hair and pushing her mound against
him. "Please." She gasped. "I'm ready." She reached down between
them and started ripping at the button on top of his fly.

Jake grabbed her hand and stopped what she
was doing. "No, babe. Don't do that. I'll come too fast. I'll come
the second I get it in. Next time you can have that." His hands
started pushing her pants down. "Let me do you first." He stood her
up and pushed her jeans and panties to the floor. "Step out of
them."

She blindly did as he asked. He stood up and
flipped her back down to a sitting position on the couch and pushed
between her thighs to kneel in front of her. He pushed her thighs
wide and pulled her butt to the edge of the couch. He reached
between her legs and spread her folds open. Open so he could see
everything.

Delirious shock coursed through Amy's veins
as her mind took in the position he had put her in. This was not
going to be a slow, tender lovemaking. He was in control and
propelling them toward one end.

The light was still on and very bright all of
a sudden. Amy reached down between her legs and covered herself
with one hand. "Jake. Turn off the light."

Tension vibrated between them as he stared at
her hand covering herself.

"No, babe. I can't. Please don't ask me to do
that." He lifted her hand and put it on his shoulder. She quivered
and snapped her eyes shut. He continued to stare between her legs.
He held her spread out with his hands. He moved his thumb to her
clit and pressed. She jerked and moaned. He watched his thumb make
circles. She jerked with each swipe. "You're so fucking beautiful.
I've never seen anything prettier than this. Goddamn, I knew it
would be like this."