Authors: Chloe Cole
Jake watched, enthralled, as Mickey prowled the perimeter of the table, knocking balls into their pockets in quick succession. Her gaze was so intent that she didn’t even realize a small crowd had gathered. It wasn’t often that a gorgeous woman walked up and just owned the table that way. When she bent over, her sun-kissed cleavage called to him like a siren. In combination with those legs, the single-minded concentration of a natural competitor, and the confidence she radiated, she was about the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
“Four ball, corner pocket,” she called.
He stared as she again bent low, her brow furrowed in intense concentration, her eyes gleaming with intelligence as she worked out the geometry of the shot.
Snap.
“Two ball in the side.”
Snap.
“Eight ball. I’m going to bank it in that corner,” she announced, motioning with her cue. She hunkered down and took a deep breath while Jake held his. He hadn’t even touched a cue. In fact, none of the men had taken a shot except for Chase when he broke. Mickey was one ball away from running the whole rack on them.
Snap.
She did it. She won the whole fucking thing.
The dozen–mostly male–spectators broke out into whoops and applause as Mickey looked up. She smiled and nodded her thanks. Then she turned to face her opponents and said coolly, “Good game, fellas,” as she slid the cue back into the wall stand and plucked her drink off the table. It took all Jake had not to burst out laughing at their slack-jawed faces.
She took a long sip and glanced his way.
“Nice shooting, Gracie,” he drawled.
“Thanks, Thompson. You should see me with a gun,” she replied with a grin.
“I think I’ll pass. Come on, let’s go get you another drink. I’d really like to find a quiet corner so we can talk. I have to say, I was surprised when you didn’t come back to work,” he said. The unspoken question hung in the air between them.
“I don’t want to talk about it. And as far as hanging out with you here, I don’t think so.”
Jake tried to ignore the disappointment he felt at her response. She’d just had a trying experience and probably just wanted to go home. And anyway, why would she want to spend her time with some ex-con she hardly knew?
But he wasn’t ready to let her go. He had tried to forget her after she’d left the prison, had tried to go back to being the old Jake, fucking his way through West Chester. But every woman he slept with had been a disappointment. Now that Mickey stood in front of him, he knew why. He was obsessed. He had to try to get her out of his system.
Still, he said the right, honorable thing, clasping her hand lightly in his. “I understand. Listen, if you need a ride home, I can take you. If not, that’s cool too. It was really nice seeing you.”
“Jake, I–”
“No problem, I get it.”
“I don’t think you do,” she said, voice firm as she stepped in to press close to him.
He swallowed hard, trying not to groan as her soft breasts rubbed against his chest and her thighs met his.
“I don’t want to stay here for another drink. I want to go home with you. I just need to see if it’s as good as I’ve dreamed it would be. I don’t want anything from you, no strings, just one night. You don’t even have to make me breakfast. I’ll be gone by six a.m. What do you say?”
Feigning a bravado she didn’t feel, Mickey waited, her entire world hanging on his answer. She was laying it out for him, being herself, as open as she could be. She didn’t think she could ever bring herself to do it again if he rejected her.
Jake met her gaze in the dim light and said in a dangerously soft voice, “Gracie, what you’re doing here with all this chatter is cutting into my time. I now have–” he glanced at his watch “–five hours and twenty-three minutes. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Mickey almost sobbed with relief. At the same time, a power like she had never known soared through her veins. She smiled at him and turned, adding a little extra roll to her hips as she led him to the door.
Chapter Nine
Jake’s house was about fifteen minutes away. Mickey had followed him so she would have her car in the morning. She sat in his driveway for a minute as he pulled into the garage, using the time to shove a couple of things into her large purse and the back pocket of her skirt, and to text Emily to let her know she had left.
As she waited for Jake to close the garage, nerves assailed her. What if he was disappointed in her? What if they were awful together? What had she been thinking?
Jake had gotten out and was walking over to open her door.
Last chance to back out
. As he drew her from the car, he pulled her into his arms and laid a searing kiss on her mouth. By the time he let her go, she was dizzy and all thoughts of escape had fled.
This was
so
going to happen.
They made their way through the large house to Jake’s bedroom, and stood facing one another like two cowboys about to shoot it out at the O.K. Corral.
Mickey closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath for courage. If she was going to do this, she was going to make it count.
She walked forward until she stood before Jake. He was standing in front of a large chair and she reached up and put her hands on his shoulders, pressing him back until he sat.
“You like to give shows, Jake. Do you like to watch them too?”
Jake’s throat worked as he swallowed hard and nodded. “Hell yes,” he ground out.
Mickey reached into her back pocket, pulled out the cuffs, and clicked them over his wrists in a swift motion. He met her eyes with a surprised expression that quickly gave way to a lazy grin.
“Well, well, Gracie. Am I your prisoner again?” he asked in a low voice that made her shiver.
“Looks like it, Thompson.”
The day after Mickey quit the prison she returned to drop off her spare gear. She’d sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, filled with dread at the thought of walking into the building again. So, in a final act of defiance, she decided not to, and just kept her baton and cuffs. They had still been in the glove box up until a few minutes ago, and some naughty urge had compelled her to take them into Jake’s with her.
Mickey took a deep breath and stood back, running her hands over her body. She lingered on her breasts, skimming her hips and then slowly rubbing between her legs, shuddering as she did. She moved her hands upward and began to lift the hem of her tank top.
Jake let out an appreciative whistle as he took in the sight of her lace-clad breasts. Full and firm, they were just as he had imagined they would be and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. Jesus, she was built like a 1950s pinup star, slamming curves and a tiny little waist.
“You’re going to need to unlock these handcuffs now,” he said. His hands ached to touch her.
“Who’s going to make me?” she asked, with both a smile and a challenge in her voice.
Her hands drifted to the waist of her skirt and she unfastened it with a snap. She moved to pull her zipper down then stopped. “I’m going to take my skirt off now, Jake. Do you want to see the front or the back first?”
“Back. Turn around. I’ve been dreaming about your ass.”
Mickey turned away, her body trembling with excitement.
She was really doing it!
She was being herself and he still seemed to want her. In fact, he seemed to want her even more. She slipped off her shoes and peered over her shoulder at him as she slid the denim down past her ass, then her legs. Stepping out of the skirt gracefully, she kicked it to the side.
Jake’s cock grew stiffer beneath his pants as he watched her. She stood straight and proud in a tiny pair of peach panties that covered the smallest part of each luscious cheek. His teeth ached, so strong was the urge to sink them into that ass. He struggled against the cuffs before taking a deep, shuddering breath.
“Back up, Gracie,” he commanded.
She did, skittering backward until her bare calves brushed his legs. Mickey stood stock-still and he leaned close, his hot breath washing over the small of her back. He pressed a moist kiss there and she sighed in pleasure as his tongue moved leisurely along her lower back, from hip to hip.
His lips moved lower, then lower still. She gasped as his teeth sunk into her flesh, nipping sharply at her bottom. She moved to pull away but stopped as his tongue snaked out to lave the offended spot.
“Mmmm…” She squirmed closer to him. Electricity arced through her as he bit down on her pliant flesh and again kissed and sucked, soothing her. Mickey was starting to catch on. Hoping he would bite her again, she shook her ass in front of his face to entice him.
Jake sat back and stared, hypnotized by her hips swaying in front of him. What a lucky bastard he was. This sight would be burned into his retinas for eternity, and if he’d had to stay in that shithole for a month in order to meet Mickey and see this, it had been worth it.
Mickey turned to face him and their eyes met for a moment before he allowed his gaze to drift away, sweeping down her form.
“The bra now. Take off the bra,” he insisted.
She reached between her breasts and unclasped it. The cups sprang open as her plump breasts spilled forward.
Her neck was long and elegant, her shoulders delicate but strong. All in all, she was really lovely. But her tits…oh, her tits. Large, and looking even more so in comparison to her small waist, they were absolutely astounding. Round and high, they were every girl’s wish and every guy’s fantasy. Jake had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Pert, dusky nipples stood out in stark relief against the light gold of her skin. They had five hours? Jake could spend that long just on those breasts.
“Why would you ever hide this all?” he asked, more to himself than to her, knowing she wouldn’t answer.
He tore his gaze away to take in the rest of her body: smooth flat belly, beautifully curved hips. He would give his best horse to be free of those cuffs right now so he could grab those hips in his hands and use them to drive her up and down on his aching cock until they both exploded.
Shifting his sights lower, he took in the silky triangle of peach and the long, smooth legs, down to her feet. They were beautifully shaped. Damn this woman, even her feet were sexy.
Mickey watched him as his face got more strained by the second, his breathing more labored. He clearly liked what he saw, and the feeling of power skittered through her again, turning her on even more. She slipped her hands into her panties and slid them down her legs, slowly stepping out of them.
Neatly shaved with just a little patch of hair, Jake was so close he could see the swollen lips of her sex, slick with moisture, pouting like a sulky lover. He groaned out loud then and leaned forward, his face only an inch from her pussy. He breathed in deep and was assailed by her heady, musky scent. “Come closer,” he groaned as she backed away a step.
“Not yet.” Mickey was having way too much fun to give in yet. She was just getting warmed up.
She dropped to her knees before him and reached out to palm his straining cock through his pants. He arched his hips toward her and moaned.
Mickey smiled and leaned forward. The thick head was peeking out of the top of his pants and she squeezed it gently between her thumb and forefinger.
“I’m going to suck it, okay? I’ve never done it before,” she warned him. “But I’ve been dying to try.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie, just the fact that you want to puts you miles ahead of the game. If you like doing it, I’m going to
love
it, no matter what you do down there.”
She worked his cock out of the pants and marveled at his size. A wave of heat swept through her and a rush of moisture dripped down her thighs at the thought of him inside her. She settled between his legs, sticking out her tongue and giving the distended head a tentative lick. Jake groaned, so she did it again and he tensed beneath her.
Enthralled, Mickey slapped his pulsing cock softly against her lips, loving the silky feel of him. She parted her lips and sucked his tip into her mouth slowly before expelling it. In and out, she suckled at the smooth, thick head until he began to pump his hips beneath her.
“Take it, babe, that’s it, suck it deep.” Jake could have come right there, watching as her head bobbed up and down, creamy tits bouncing against his thighs, plump, juicy lips sucking off just the tip of his cock so enthusiastically. He closed his eyes to steel himself against the sight, then stilled as she sucked him hard, pulling him in deep, then deeper still. Her sweet mouth was so hot, so moist as she continued down, her lips grazing the base of his dick. Through his haze, he heard her gag lightly as her throat closed tight around him, but still she held him deep. He felt a pulse of hot cum escape him and his muscles shook as he strained to keep from shooting the rest into her hungry mouth.
“Fuck, you’re a quick study, Gracie. We may want to do something else for a while,” he managed, his voice sounding strangled to his own ears. He groaned again as he felt her chuckle vibrate around him.