Twice Her Age (4 page)

Mick shut the passenger-side door of the car, hustled around to the other side, and climbed into the driver’s seat. Debbie crossed her legs. Either his secretary had a huge problem with her, or she was hell to have as an employee.

“All set. Time to grab something to eat. I’m starving.” He cranked the key, shifted, and pulled away from the curb. “How about you? Hungry?”

She waved her hand. “What’s up with that bitch of a secretary?”

His eyebrows rose, and he glanced over at her. “A little harsh, Deb. She’s worked for me for over twenty years, very efficient, and she never misses a day of work.”

“Hm.” She tightened her mouth.
Then the old biddy didn’t like me.

Shrugging the woman’s hostile attitude off, she shifted in her seat. “Where are we going for dinner?”

“There’s a popular place over on Thirteenth and Dogwood Street. I haven’t checked it out yet, but I hear it has great burgers.” He flipped his turn signal on.

“The Roadhouse. I’ve been there.” She leaned forward and gathered her hair over to the side. “You sure you want to go there? The music’s loud and…”

He set his hand on her leg. “And what?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like a place you’d want to go to. That’s all.” She patted his hand. “I’m game, if you are.”

“Good!” He pulled in to the parking lot.

Debbie stepped around Mick and entered the restaurant ahead of him. The place was packed. The place was set up as more of a bar-style establishment where people mingled from table to table in one huge
partylike
atmosphere.

The waitress smiled up at them, and Mick held up two fingers, letting her know they needed a table for two. She motioned for them to follow her. Debbie slipped her hand under Mick’s arm.

“Thank you.” Mick held her chair out and took two menus from the waitress.

Between the music, people’s conversations getting louder, and ordering, Debbie sat back and took in the place. She’d figured Mick for the sits-off-to-the-side-and-wants-to-have-a-quiet-dinner type of guy, since he’d always taken her to more upscale restaurants the few times they went out for dinner.

Mick ordered for both of them, waited for the waitress to leave, and relaxed back in the chair. He was oblivious to the other women’s coy smiles and eye contact, and that said a lot about a man.

“What are you smiling about?” He lifted his water and took a sip.

She winked. “You.”

“Good.” He grinned. “I’m glad I make you smile.”

Watching people dance on the other side of the room, both of them fell into a comfortable silence. Debbie swung her leg under the table to the beat of the music and accidently kicked Mick in the shin.

“Sorry.” She wrinkled her nose.

He shrugged it off. “Did you want to dance? We haven’t done that before, but I can hold my own on the dance floor.”

“Oh, you can, can you?” She cocked her head. “Show me after we eat.” Grinning, she leaned forward. “We’ll see if you can keep up with me.” There, she had issued the challenge.

Mick chuckled and leaned back at the arrival of the waitress with their dinner plates. “Ah, looks great. Thank you.”

The woman smiled and left them alone to enjoy their meal. Debbie lifted her sandwich to her mouth, and two arms came from behind to capture her.

“Hey!” She pushed against the hug, turned, and gave a little squeal. Setting her food back down, she stood and engulfed the other woman in a hug. She hadn’t seen Jen since she married and quit working at the preschool.

“How are you?” Swaying back and forth in a hug, she smiled at her old friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you guys moved to the Bay Area?”

Jen stepped back and nodded. “We’re just visiting family while we travel back from Vegas. I never dreamed I’d find you here.” She turned to Mick. “I’m sorry for interrupting. You must be Deb’s dad.”

Mick cleared his throat. The corner of his mouth lifted. “No, she’s—”

“No! Of course he’s not my dad. He and Mom are still vacationing and living it up.” Debbie tittered, and she hurried to change the subject, lest Jen embarrass Mick more. “Look at you! You are looking fabulous. Married life is good, huh?”

Jen didn’t answer but continued to gaze over at Mick with a stunned expression plastered on her face. Debbie’s heartbeat raced, and she was sure her face was turning redder going by the temperature of the room getting hotter.

“So…is Michael here with you?” Deb touched her arm.

Her friend jumped. “Yeah! Yes, he walked out to the car already. I saw you on our way out and told him to go ahead.”

“It was really nice to see you. Next time you come through San Francisco, give me a call.” She hugged Jen again.

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll do that.” Jen kissed her cheek, and walked away, but glanced back, shaking her head.

Debbie sat back down at the table, hurried to take a drink of water and catch her breath. Mick probably felt like crawling under the table. Good God, why couldn’t Jen have kept her mouth shut!

Not sure what to say, she picked up a
french
fry and lifted her head. Mick lowered his brows and sat watching her.

“Wow, this place is busy.” She fluttered her hands in front of her. “What were you saying before Jen interrupted us?”

He glanced over at the others in the restaurant, turned back to his plate, and lifted his burger. “Drop it.”

“What?” She wiped her hand on a napkin.

“I said drop it.” He nodded at her food. “Eat up, and then we’re going home.”

Her appetite disappeared. How could he be mad? He wouldn’t even let her apologize for her friend’s rudeness. No, he just shut her up and ended the discussion.

He’s treating me like a child!

Debbie placed her napkin in the middle of her plate, scooted her chair back, and left the table. She didn’t stop until she reached Mick’s car. Crossing her arms, she leaned on the car, stuck out her lower lip, and blew the hair out of her eyes.

“Drop it. Eat. We’re going home,” she muttered. “Argh… Is it my fault Jen’s a complete moron who opened her stupid mouth before thinking?” She let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and wished the whole thing had never happened.

* * *

Mick pushed through the door of the Roadhouse and stepped out on the sidewalk. He inhaled a huge breath to calm down. The little minx deserved a spanking.

Her refusal to acknowledge their relationship hurt, and her childish behavior by storming out of the restaurant plain pissed him off. A band of worry constricted around his chest. She needed time to adjust to their relationship, but he wasn’t playing around. Hell, he didn’t have time to fool around with these silly games.

The sooner she learned that, the better.

Rounding the corner of the building, he didn’t break his stride. He hit the remote for his car and frowned at the way Debbie jumped at the sound of the locks popping.

He opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

She stomped her foot but moved to sit down without getting mouthy. He crossed in front of the vehicle, got in, and started the car without a word. He let her stew in her own juices.
The sooner she learns to accept our relationship and everything that comes along with it, the better.

Heavy sighs filled the small enclosure every mile he drove. He counted in his head to keep from lecturing. If she was trying to get him riled, she was doing a damn fine job of it. Luckily, she must have sensed his patience was up, and cut the dramatics the rest of the way home.

Back home, he parked the car in the garage and let his hands fall off the steering wheel. “Why?”

Debbie stared at him and remained silent. The heat of her gaze pierced a hole through him.

Without answering, she climbed out of the car and marched to the door to wait for him to unlock the house. His reaction time slowed down with the shock of how much temper she displayed. It took him a few seconds to work up enough steam to follow her.

The second he’d pushed the door open, she stormed past him into the foyer.

Mick caught her in the kitchen, scooped her over his shoulder, and carried her down the hall upside down. She screamed, and he answered with a smack on her pretty little heart-shaped ass.

“Hey!” She stiffened.

He chuckled. “If you want to act like a child, I’ll treat you like one.”

Flipping her onto the bed, he followed her down and captured her hands above her head. “Grow up.”

She snorted. “You’re one to talk. It wasn’t me who got upset because someone mistook me for your parent.” Glaring at him, she refused to back down. “I saw how Jen’s comment upset you. You can’t deny that! If I could have stopped her from asking the stupid question, I would have. The last thing I want to happen is for you to feel uncomfortable in public with me.”

“It wasn’t your friend’s innocent question, but your reaction.” He lowered his face until he was nose to nose with her. “You wouldn’t admit I was your boyfriend, that you belong to me. If you are ashamed of our relationship”—he jerked his head—“there’s the door, sweetheart. I don’t have the time or patience to wait for you to grow up enough to handle a mature relationship.”

“You’re crazy!” She struggled against his hold. “I’m not embarrassed. I was protecting your feelings, jackass.”

He dragged her arms farther up on the bed. Growling, he claimed her mouth. The anger, the struggle, the fiery temper fueled his desire to put her in her place. She belonged to him, and she’d better learn that fast.

Debbie’s thrashing around the mattress ended, and she melted underneath him. He ground his cock into the apex of her thighs. He broke away from the kiss.

“You need a spanking, baby.”

Mick gazed down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. She closed her mouth and bit down on her lower lip. The thought of his big, rough hand slapping her bare ass caused a pleasurable thrill to spread in her lower region.

“I’ve been bad?” She pouted.

He nodded. “Very bad.”

She stifled a giggle at the way Mick cocked his eyebrow. She could play this game.

“But…I didn’t mean to make you mad.” Arching her chest up off the mattress, she moaned. Unable to move with his hands holding her down, she shivered with excitement. Giving him control over her pleasure left her free to concentrate on all the wonderful ways her body hummed from his attention.

Mick pulled up into a sitting position. “Pull your pants down and lie across my lap.” He patted his legs. “I’ll teach you not to hide our relationship.”

“I—That’s not what—”

“Shush.” He pointed at his lap. “Get over here and take your punishment.”

Debbie scrambled off the bed, unzipped her jeans, and pulled them down under her butt cheeks. Mick held out his hand and helped her lie across him. Her pussy dampened at the very vulnerable position she found herself in.

Running his hand over her bottom, he caressed each cheek, paying close attention to every inch of bare skin. She squirmed. Unable to take the teasing, she wished her pants were off and she could open her legs wider.

Slap.

Debbie flinched. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited out the sting. In a few seconds, a delightful warmth spread out from the area Mick had swatted.

Slap.

She gasped and held her breath. Mick’s hand rubbed over her cheek. Her skin pulsed from the punishment.

Her exhalation deflated the tension in her body, and she moaned. His fingertips teased the sensitive nerves around her anus.
Oh God.

“Your skin is nice and pink. Two plump, round targets with a nice little surprise in the middle.” He ran his finger down the slit of her ass. “Baby, you make me harder than a rock thinking of putting my cock inside that virginal hole.”

“Do it, Mick.” She moaned. “I want to give it to you.”

“You’re not ready yet.” He laid his thumb over the tight ring, pressed down, and swatted her ass with his other hand. “Soon.” His hand came down again and left a delicious jolt. “I’m going to prepare you to take me. Every day.” He rotated his thumb. “That way it’s all pleasure, baby.”

Her anus throbbed. She’d had no idea her body would react this way. “Mick…” She groaned. “Oh God.” Squeezing her legs together put pressure on her clit, and she almost came. “I’m going to…” Her breath came out harsh. “Mick!”

He slapped below her buttocks. Her body convulsed in rolls. Her orgasm built up slow, and then exploded deep inside of her.

“That’s it, baby.” Mick never let up on her anus. “Good girl.”

Panting, she finally inhaled and relaxed against his legs.

“Your pussy juice is dribbling out.” Mick moved his hand down and ran his finger along her lips. He spread her cream all over her slit. “Here, let me help you sit up.”

She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “But…what about you?”

“Patience.” He popped a finger in his mouth and sucked the taste of her off. “I plan on taking my pleasure with you.”