Blackmailed Into Bed (6 page)

He groaned and grabbed the back of her head
by the hair. "Now put it on me." His words were slurred. Amy ripped
the square package with her teeth and one hand. She put the condom
to the head of his penis and tried to roll it. It wouldn't go. "It
won't go on." She was too excited to be embarrassed.

Through a black haze of passion, Jake felt a
jab of tenderness somewhere in the region of where his heart should
be. "Turn it over, sweetheart." She did, and it rolled right on. He
swung her around until she was facing the hood of her car. "Bend
over." His voice was guttural.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and
lifted her butt in the air. Her arms fell forward and her hands
landed on the hood of her car. She hung there in anticipation while
he spread her legs out to his satisfaction. He lowered her feet
back to the floor, now as wide as they would go. He slipped one
large finger inside her and moved the other hand around to shove
under her blouse and bra. He pinched her nipple. She rained juice
all over his finger and hand. "Ahh, yeah, babe. That's it. You want
to come like this, or you want it in you?" He could barely manage a
coherent thought, much less speak in full sentences. She was so
soft and fine in his arms. He moved his penis to the cleft of her
ass and started rubbing it up and down.

She panted in his arms. She was so close. It
didn't matter. Either way, she was fixing to come.

"I want it in you." He removed his finger and
plunged into her from behind. He slammed against her three times
and she screamed as her eyes glazed over and she crested the sun.
He gripped her harder and followed her over the precipice.

They stayed in that position for a few
minutes while they came back down to earth. Then he picked her up
and carried her into the house. "The bathroom?" She pointed down
the hall and he moved in that direction. He sat her on the closed
toilet lid and moved to the vanity. He found a washcloth in a
basket and ran warm water over it. He turned and handed it to her.
Her eyes looked wounded. He grabbed a cloth for himself and quickly
cleaned up. When he turned back to her, she pointed to the door and
said, "I have to pee."

His mind went to the carnal position he had
just had her in just five minutes before. He thought about arguing,
but there was no reason. He turned and closed the door behind him,
giving her the space and privacy she needed.

Tuesday, Jake sat in his truck while he
waited for her to show up. She was at least thirty minute late, by
his estimation. He thought about texting her, but figured she was
driving and wouldn't look at it anyway. It was getting close to
four-thirty. Jake watched her driveway while the blood began a slow
boil in his veins. The impatience he felt for her was a burn in his
gut. He was already calculating how fast he could get her in the
house and how soon he could reasonably sink into her. His erection
was already pressing against his jeans.

Finally, she pulled in. She glanced his way
and saw him slam out of the truck. He followed her through to the
garage. He opened her door for her and held out his hand. She
hesitated only momentarily before putting her hand in his. He
brought her to her feet next to him. "Where the hell have you
been?" His words were low and controlled.

Amy turned and retrieved a stack of manila
folders from her car. She put them in his arms. "I have after
school duty every Tuesday. Geez, Jake." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Impatient, much?" She shouldered past him and went in the house,
feeling him hot on her heels.

He dropped the files on the counter and
turned to reach for her. "Yeah, I'm impatient. And you will be too
when I tell you what's about to happen." He watched her eyes widen
and felt a fine tremor in her body. Yeah, he liked this. He reached
out and touched her collarbone with the tip of one finger.

"W-what's going to happen?" Her heart skipped
a beat.

He pulled her hand up between their bodies
and laced his fingers with hers. His words were slow and deep.
"Just a little something we're going to call 'Ladies Choice.' Her
hand gripped his tighter as she reached up to pull his mouth down
to hers.

Wednesday, Amy received a text from him that
read, 'Situation here. Catch up later.'

Panic exploded through her. He was in danger!
Her breath was coming in ragged gulps as flashes of lights, sirens
and ambulances flashed through her head in an imagery that was both
painful in its intensity and upsetting to her state of mind.

She knew she couldn't handle this. No way.
She couldn't keep this up. The worry and anxiety would kill
her.

She attempted to put it out of her mind until
Kayla got home to take her attention away from the many
possibilities. She made them a light meal and they shared it before
her daughter went off to her room to do her homework.

It was just past seven when the worry came
back in full force. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She
couldn't stop the worry. What would it hurt if she texted him? She
grabbed her phone. 'u ok?' That was simple enough. If he didn't
like it, oh well. She didn't want this damn thing between them
anyway.

Her phone vibrated. Well, thank God he could
at least answer her text. Relief poured through her. 'Sure. What's
up?' Anger simmered through her veins. This was his fault. This was
his fault that she was a mess. She didn't need this in her life.
She felt like punching him. Now she was left having to compose a
text that wouldn't make her seem like a bunny boiler. Crap.

Keep it simple, Amy. She knew she only had a
minute to think it through, or he would know she was having
difficulties replying. Damn. She wasn't good at this game. She
started keying. 'Nothing. All's good.' She pressed send and grabbed
her purse.

She tapped on her daughter's door. "Kayla, I
have to run to Wal-Mart. Do you need anything?"

****

Amy pulled up outside of Jake's house and saw
that the lights were on. She really didn't have any time to waste
before she had to get back home. She flung off her seatbelt and
opened the car door.

What happened next wasn't how she played it
out in her brain. He opened the door and took one look at her
standing there and grabbed her and pulled her inside. His mouth
swooped down on hers and she felt his tongue thrust deep. He
devoured her with his mouth and Amy felt her knees start to give
out on her. No! This wasn't the way this was supposed to go.

"How'd you get away?" His slurred words
barely penetrated her brain as he moved his mouth to her neck and
started biting and sucking. His hands were pushing her tee-shirt up
and over her head.

She saw what they were doing, as if from a
distance. The intensity of need and the dark swirl of desire
consumed them both. My God, they were having an affair! Everything
was all true, just as he described it. They were fuck buddies, they
weren't dating, they were secretly sleeping with each other, and
they were doing it every chance they got.

Amy tried to clear the fog from her brain. He
was so not good for her. She had to keep remembering that. She
stepped away from him. Since he wasn't expecting the move, her
escape from his arms was easily accomplished. She pulled her shirt
back into position. "I said that I had to run to Wal-Mart. Jake,
listen to me. I can't keep doing this. You got what you wanted, and
we both had a good time, but this has to end. "

He stood in stone silence during her recital.
A loud buzzing noise was pulsing through his veins in time with his
blackening mood. "Why?" The single word was barked in her
direction.

Amy didn't even think about prevaricating.
"When you sent me that text today, I started to worry. I thought
about ambulances, and shoot-outs, and bank robberies. I thought you
might be hurt. I can't do this. Please. You know why." Her voice
dwindled off.

She cared for him. Jake was shocked to feel a
stabbing rush of elation hit him. She got scared because she cared
for him. He wanted to savor the pleasure of that. But first he had
to avert disaster.

He gentled his voice. "Babe, it was just a
pension meeting. It was unplanned and the department guy was in
Baton Rouge. I promise, nothing bad, sweetheart. No reason to
panic." He wanted to move toward her, but she was holding herself
so still and quiet.

She let out a shaky breath. "But you called
it a 'situation.'

Jake cursed silently in his head. God, he was
a stupid shit. Amateur mistake, Fontenot. "Yeah, I did. I should
have called it a meeting. I wasn't thinking. My bad. My fault,
babe. I shouldn't have done that to you." His words were gentle and
he waited for her reaction.

She didn't make one. She just stood there,
her eyes mournful as she stared at him.

He tried again. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I
won't worry you again. I promise." He opened his arms and took a
step toward her. She hesitated, then slowly walked into them. Jake
buried his face in her hair and felt a huge knot of relief loosen
inside him. He hugged her to him and savored her sweet scent.

Amy mumbled into his shirt, "I have to get
back to Kayla. I also have to make an unnecessary trip to
Wal-Mart." She tried to break free of his hold.

He lifted her chin and asked, "We okay?"

She whispered "Yes," and moved toward the
door.

The rest of the month flew by. The weekdays
were spent in anticipation of the two stolen hours they had
together. Almost every day. Almost every day they saw each other.
Had sex together. Held each other. Weekends went quickly for Amy.
All the cleaning, washing, shopping, and parenting she could fit
into two days. Errands that needed running, and cooking ahead for
the week was accomplished.

Weekends for Jake were sheer unmitigated
torture. Too much time on his hands, too much fast food, not enough
Amy. Not any Amy, goddammit.

He took to accepting extra jobs. Cops were
always needed for private security detail. He didn't need the
money, but he needed something to occupy his time.

He was standing outside the local cinema one
Friday night when he saw the teenager. Dressed like the other three
young girls she was with, he didn't know what it was about her that
caught his attention. Until he started looking more closely.
Probably a little over five feet tall, she had the look of Amy
about her. Same long, dark hair, same slender build, same facial
features. Could this then be the Kayla that was protected so
fiercely by her mother? He couldn't see a reason not to find
out.

The four girls bought their tickets and
started toward the door. He was close enough to speak to them, but
far enough away that it wasn't necessary. "Girls." He tipped his
head. All four stopped and gawked.

One in the group, the bravest, spoke up. "Hi,
Officer."

All the girls were looking at him. The one
that he thought was probably Kayla was standing closest to him, at
the end of the group. "You look really familiar to me. Does your
mom happen to be Ms. Sanford, from the elementary?"

The girl brightened. "Yep. That's my mom.
Wow. Do you think we look that much alike?"

He laughed. "You bet. You're going to be just
as pretty as she is."

Kayla giggled. "Thanks! How do you know my
mom?"

"I'm a
D.A.R.E
. officer at the school.
I taught in her classroom." He could see her eyes light up. A
devilish gleam came over her face. He could see the calculation in
her face.

"Oh cool. And you think she's pretty, huh?
She is pretty. She's not married, you know. Are you married? How
old are you? Are you going to be at the school next semester? Why
don't you ask my mom out? She's thirty-seven. She needs a
boyfriend. My Granddad is a sheriff. My Dad lives in Dallas. I'm
going to see him next weekend. You could ask her out then. Do you
want her number? Are you married?" She paused to breathe.

Jake was in shock. What the hell had he done?
Amy was going to kill him. Crap. He had expected the child to say
'yes' and that would be that. He didn't even know anyone could
string that many words together at once. Now what was he going to
do? He had to answer her. "Um, no. I'm not married." He needed an
excuse. He had to honor Amy's wishes. "I'm not married, but I have
a very serious girlfriend. So, I'm sorry, as pretty as I think your
mom is, I can't ask her out right now."

The girl looked defeated. But then she perked
up. "Oh, well, that's okay. Coach Guidry, from my high school keeps
calling her, and she'll give in pretty soon and go out with him.
Nice to meet you, Officer."

The girls spotted a group of young teenage
boys and started to push through the turnstile.

"Have a nice evening, ladies. And please stay
off the back row. That's no place for young ladies to be." The
girls giggled again and went through the door.

****

Monday afternoon, Jake walked into Amy's
house after a long, hellish weekend. He wasn't in a good mood. She
was the cause.

She stood glaring at him with her hands on
her hips. "What did you do, Jake? Why did you do it?" She wasn't
furious, but she was definitely put out.

He knew immediately what she was referring
to. How could he not? With a kid that had so much to say?

He looked her up and down. "Hell. I didn't
expect her to talk so much. I didn't know she would want my life
story and try to set us up. I was just curious to know if that was
her. The pictures on your desk at work are of a little girl and I
never paid any attention to them. Crap, she's a talker." That
explained, he pushed off the door. Enough standing around. He
hadn't breathed her scent since Friday. Too goddamn long.

Amy let him wrap his arms around her. "All
right, then. No harm done. But, please, Jake, don't break my rule.
I don't know how I would explain this to her."