Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (33 page)

“Are you close?” she teased, smacking his
cock lightly against her mouth and tongue.

“You have no idea,” he gasped, his voice
strained. She could actually feel his thighs trembling beneath her
with the effort to hold back. “Your mouth is so good.”

“Think if I made you come now, you could get
hard again?” She gripped him in her hand, stroking fast, making him
thrust up into her fist.

“For you?” He gave a strangled cry, a
half-laugh. “I have no doubt.”

“Good.” She ran her tongue around the head,
still tugging on his cock. “Because I want you to come in my mouth
before you fuck me again.”

“Oh god,” he whispered against her pussy as
she started to suck him in earnest, working her mouth and tongue up
and down his length. He seemed to forget about her altogether for a
moment, just resting his cheek against the smooth expanse of her
thigh as she took him again and again into her eager mouth.

“Rachel,” he warned, his arms wrapping
tightly around her hips, squeezing. “Oh god, baby, you’re gonna
make me come!”

Her only response was to suck him harder,
faster, cupping his balls in her hand and feeling their weight, the
skin there tightening in anticipation. He was very, very close, and
she wanted it, she wanted to feel him explode against her tongue,
wanted to swallow every drop of his cum.

“Ohhhhh!” He finally gave in, driving his
cock so deeply into the back of her throat she had no choice but to
take his cum. It flooded her in hot, sticky waves and she gulped
madly, trying to catch it all and not spill a drop. His cock pulsed
between her lips as he emptied himself completely into her waiting
mouth.

“Yum.” She turned around on him, kissing the
corner of his mouth. He was still shaking with the force of his
orgasm. “Now…how long do you think we have to wait?” Her hand was
already grasping the softening length of his cock.

Jake groaned, barely opening his eyes to
focus on her. “Suck all you want—we’ll make more.”

“I want to fuck you,” she murmured, sliding
a thigh over his to straddle him, rubbing the wet flesh of her
pussy into his crotch. “Just like this. Remember the limo
ride?”

He held onto her hips. “Not likely to forget
that ride for the rest of my life.”

“Me either.” She rocked on top of him, using
the still half-hard length of his cock, rubbing it against her
clit. “I come so hard when I think about it.”

“You too?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I have a little
vibrator in that drawer. I use that.”

Without another word, Jake reached over and
opened the night table drawer, fumbling around inside until he
found it. It was small and sleek, and it hummed nicely when he
turned it on.

“Here.” He handed it to her, still
buzzing.

She slid it down between her pussy lips,
rubbing her clit with the tip, letting out a soft moan. Jake jumped
when the vibrator touched the head of his cock.

“You like that?” she asked, using the
vibrator to tease them both.

Jake just moaned, his fingers digging into
her hips. She could feel him getting hard again as she slipped the
humming tip of the toy back and forth, around and around. Her pussy
was on fire. She’d lost count of how many times she had come
already but she wanted more, and she desperately wanted his cock
inside of her when she came again.

“Ready for my pussy?” She grasped his
length, squeezing, tugging, testing his hardness, but there was no
need. He was thick and stiff and ready for her again. He just
nodded, gasping when she slid down onto his length, settling
herself into the saddle of his hips.

“Oh god.” Jake’s head went back, eyes
closed. “I’m gonna come too fast.”

“Wanna race?” She smiled as she slipped the
vibrator between her pussy lips, focusing on her clit, the
sensation almost too good to bear.

“On your mark…” Jake muttered as she started
to ride him, grinding her pussy down into his crotch. “Oh
fuck…”

“Get set…” She squeezed her muscles hard
around him, her pussy already contracting in anticipation of her
orgasm. Her vibrator always made her come fast. Very fast.

“Ohhh!” He began to thrust up into her,
unable to resist the sweet pulse of her pussy.

“Go,” she whispered, rolling her hips,
feeling his swollen cock growing even bigger inside of her as she
rode him. There was no stopping now, either of them. She moved in
easy circles, making the same motion with the vibrator on her clit.
Jake closed his eyes and drove up into her, the look on his face
alone enough to send her over, but the anticipation was so
delicious she tried to hold out, waiting, not wanting to cross the
finish line yet.

“Rachel!” His eyes flew open when she slid
the vibrator down to touch his shaft as well as her pussy, sliding
up on him so the whole thing rubbed against them both as they
fucked. “Oh god! What are you doing?”

“Winning.” She couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her orgasm shook them both and she cried out with her release, her
clit throbbing rapidly under the hum of the vibrator. Jake groaned
and give up too, giving her a few more long, delicious, shuddering
strokes before burying himself to the hilt and coming up inside
her. She felt every pulse of his swollen cock as he drove up into
her, pushing her toward the ceiling and making her drop the
vibrator and clutch him, trying to hang on.

When they were both spent, Jake pulled her
close, wrapping them up in the comforter, their bodies sheened with
sweat, breath still coming fast with their effort. Rachel waited
for her heart to slow, listening to Jake’s racing too under the
hard muscles of his chest.

“My god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered,
kissing the top of her head and she remembered her hair was on the
floor somewhere in the foyer.

“You better stop saying that,” she
whispered, tracing a finger down to his navel. “I’m starting to
believe you.”

“Good.” He chuckled. “My evil plan is
working.”

“Don’t fall asleep,” she reminded him. “You
have to get home for Emma.”

“Don’t worry.” He glanced at his watch,
blinking his eyes, trying to focus. “We have hours to go before I
sleep. And I’m going to make you come at least three more
times.”

“Aiming low, are we?”

“Gimme that thing.” He grabbed for the still
buzzing vibrator and Rachel squealed and tried to roll away, but he
caught her and she gave up, knowing she was going to let him do
whatever he wanted, for however long he wanted.

Even if her mind wasn’t ready to accept it
yet, her body knew, had known since the first time he touched
her—she was his.

* * * *

Rachel could barely hold the phone. It
trembled in her hand as she dialed Jake’s number and she had to sit
down before he answered, only on the second ring.

“Rachel?” He must have known from the caller
ID because she hadn’t said a word. “Did Nina call you?”

So he knew.

“She came into the salon.” Her voice didn’t
even sound like her own, too faint and far away to be real. “She
said she was going to sue me. She said…she said…”

“I know, I know.” Jake swore softly.
“Rachel, turn on the news.”

“Joshie.” She put her hand over the receiver
and called him over. He was gathered with the other stylists, all
of them buzzing like bees about the drama Nina had caused when
she’d burst in and made her little scene. Thankfully they’d only
had three clients in chairs at the time and the damage to
Rapunzel’s
had been minimal. “Turn on the TV.”

It was a flat screen on the far wall. It was
hardly ever on, but occasionally they’d get busy and a client would
want to watch something. Joshie did as she asked, grabbing the
remote and pushing the power button.

“What channel?” Rachel asked.

“Any local news channel.”

Her heart dropped at his words and it sank
again when Joshie flipped to a local station. Nina was there,
perfectly dressed, coiffed and composed, speaking into the
microphone. “I’m sorry she has cancer, but that doesn’t mean she
has the right to shave my daughter’s head.”

Rachel put her head on the table,
whispering, “I’m going to need a lawyer.”

“I am a lawyer,” Jake reminded her.

“The salon.” She closed her eyes, feeling
tears burning. “It’s over. No one will ever come here again.”

“You’re wrong.” Jake sounded angry,
resolute. “I have an idea. Leave it to me. Will you leave it to
me?”

“Yes.” She was remembering the night before,
the way they’d been together, how she’d felt falling asleep in his
arms. She hadn’t felt that calm and safe in a long time. Besides,
what other choice did she have?

“Then let me rescue you.”

She gave a short, sharp laugh. “I’m not a
damsel in a tower.”

“Sure you are,” he protested. “And I’m a
white knight. Didn’t you see my horse parked around back?”

“I must have missed it,” she said faintly,
but she was smiling. “Was it behind the BMW?”

He laughed. “Okay, hand the phone over to
Joshie.”

“What?”

“Trust me,” Jake insisted.

“I do.” It was the truth. She called Joshie
over and handed him the phone.

* * * *

Rapunzel’s
was all over the news.
There wasn’t a local news station that hadn’t picked up on it, and
now even CNN and the other major news networks had sniffed out the
story and started to run with it. Rachel stood in the salon, Joshie
by her side, staring at the screen, incredulous.

They flashed a picture of Rachel and the two
young girls, three goddesses with their bald, painted heads put
together, their smiles stretched wide. Joshie had done a beautiful
job, taking hours on each of them this time and adorning them with
sparkles and glitter. All three looked radiant and beautiful. Even
me, Rachel thought, looking at the picture in wonder.

Then it was gone, and Jake was there on the
screen. “Speaking as a lawyer, I can tell you that this is a
frivolous lawsuit and I’d be surprised if a judge will even hear
it. Speaking as a human being, I think this whole thing is just
heartless and cruel. Speaking as a father, I fully support my
daughter’s decision and I’m very proud of her.”

The whole salon cheered at that.

“Rachel, this is Mandy.” Emma presented
another of her classmates, this one a cheerleader with long blond
hair. Rachel knew she was a cheerleader because the teen was
actually wearing a cheerleading outfit. Probably for the cameras
outside, Rachel realized. “She wants to get her hair cut for
Locks of Love
, too.”

“Hi Mandy.” Rachel smiled at the girl. “Come
sign in.”

The list on the wall was growing. So was the
line out the door with the professionally printed sign Jake had put
up with that same picture on it, the one the news kept using—Emma
and Rachel and Liv smiling, their bald painted heads pressed
together. Locks of Love
Drive - We’re Too Sexy For Our
Hair!

It matched the billboard Jake had put up on
the freeway.

“This is crazy,” Joshie called on his way by
as he directed another
Locks of Love
donation client back to
his stylist’s chair. “I think your boyfriend may have saved the
salon.”

“That’s not all he saved.” She smiled,
seeing Jake pushing his way through the crowd toward her.

“Did I hear something about rescuing damsels
in distress?” Jake slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her
cheek. She wanted more, and from the look in his eyes, she knew he
did too, but there were too many people around.

“Listen, Mr. Cocky, there’s still the
lawsuit to deal with,” she reminded him, but she couldn’t help
smiling up at him.

“I told you to trust me,” he reminded
her.

“I do.”

He nuzzled her neck, no hair in the way. “I
like hearing you say those two little words.”

She gave him a sharp, surprised look. “No
blue
Tiffany
boxes.”

“Not today.” He chuckled. “But maybe
someday.”

“Maybe someday,” she conceded, whispering
her response into his ear and daring, for the first time in a long
time, to hope about the future.

Epilogue

“We feel very vindicated.” Jake spoke into
the microphone, Rachel at his side. On his other side stood Emma
and Liv, holding hands. Both girls had hair now, cute little pixies
just like Rachel’s. “I’ve said since the beginning that this was a
frivolous lawsuit that should have been dismissed months ago. I’m
glad the judge finally saw reason.”

Rachel felt Jake’s hand slip into hers and
she smiled up at him. She barely heard the questions being peppered
at them.

“No, the judge didn’t award
Rapunzel’s
any damages,” Jake countered to one of the
reporters. “We didn’t countersue for any. But the judge did say
that if we had, he would have awarded them to us.”

Rachel glanced out into the crowd. Nina
wasn’t there. She’d been in the courtroom but had left almost
immediately after the verdict. Emma had tried to talk to her mother
but she’d disappeared too quickly. Emma saw her only on the
weekends. Jake’s daughter now lived full-time with her father, a
request she’d had to make before yet another judge.

“That’s correct, Olivia Riley is in complete
remission.” Jake smiled down at the girl and she smiled shyly back.
The news had come just a few weeks ago and they’d taken the girls
to Disney for the weekend to celebrate, their choice. “So I guess
everyone gets a happy ending after all.”

“What about Ms. Lange?” one of the reporters
inquired. Rachel’s head came up at the mention of her name.

Jake’s smile faltered as he glanced down at
her. “Well, we’re still waiting for test results, but we’re
hopeful…”

Rachel leaned in to the microphone, her
heart thudding in her chest. She hadn’t planned this. She’d wanted
to wait until after this whole court thing was over to sit both
Emma and Jake down to tell them the news. But somehow this just
seemed right.