Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5 (10 page)

She looked up and smiled. "There you are! I was just thinking about looking for you. I heard your truck but when you didn't come up,
I
thought maybe I ought to give you some time to settle things with Jackie and your dad."

Ace closed the door and strode into the room. A soft white light shone on his favorite reading chair, and the brightly colored counterpane had been pulled to the foot of the big bed. A small table light illuminated Gabby's e-reader. The room smelled like summer peaches. Gabby's scent. Although the room had always been his, it was now very much hers, too. It warmed him to share it with her. It wouldn't have
been
right not to.

"
It's all straightened out, li'l girl," he told her. "Jackie did wrong and I think Dad must have given her what for over it."

"She was at the doctor's house?"

"Yep. And somehow, he'd gotten her to take off her underwear."

"No kidding?"

He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it onto his chair. Ace sat down on it as he pulled off his boots and socks. "I don't know what she'd got up to. Not sure I want to know."

"I'll find out."

Hands at the waistband of his jeans, he shot her a slight frown. "You stay out of it, Gabby."

"Don't you want to know?"

"No. And you don't either."

"Aw, but Ace…" She grinned. "Maybe it's something really interesting."

He laughed, pulled off his jeans and shook a finger at his wife as he made his way into the bed. "None of our business, li'l girl. Move over."

She scooted a little to one side. "You're cold."

"You warm me up then."

Giggling, Gabby pressed herself to his side as he lay down. Her hand snaked down on his abdomen, down his hard, rig
i
d belly and lower.

"You lookin' for somethin'?"

"Maybe," she said, a smile in her voice.

Ace guided her hand to his penis and encouraged her. He got hard quickly as she stroked him. "Find what you're lookin' for?"

"Maybe," she teased.

"You have a talent," he said, pulling her tighter against him and stroking her hair and her back.

"I had a good teacher."

Ace knew that was him and it pleased
him
. "You got all them clothes on, li'l girl.
What am I gonna do with this?" Their two hands worked on his erection together.

"I can think of a few things."

He laughed. "I'll jus' bet you can." Rolling over, he pressed her down into the bed and lifted her camisole above her full breasts. Her nipples were hard and ready for his mouth. Little moans crept from Gabby as he laved and sucked those tender peaks. He bit slightly and she arched. Ace rose to his knees and pulled her shorts off her. The sweet scent of her body caressed his nostrils, and he kneaded her breasts, loving their soft heaviness and weight in his hands. She was a handful, his woman. Soft and comfortable as a
lambskin rug.

Gabby reached for his hard cock and stroked firmly. "Mmm. Yummy."

His voice lowered an octave. "You want a taste?"

"Yes. But not until after."

He laughed. Gabby's sensuality never ceased to amaze him. Now she'd developed a taste for herself on his prick.
That
he could do. Gliding his hands down to the apex of her thighs, he spread her legs wider and smoothed her
from knee to pussy. She was wet as he slid his fingers through her folds and she moaned and pressed her hips up to encourage him. "You are a wanton woman, Gabriella Journey," he said softly.

"What do you do with a wanton woman?" she whispered, her eyes feverish as she looked at him. Her little fingers teased her nipples as she encouraged him with her hips.

"I might have to spank her, if she's wanton enough." More wetness coated his fingers as he slid two into her sheath. Gabby's breath was coming faster and her fingers were plucking at her nipples like instrument strings.

"God, Ace, please…"

As he was moving in and out of her with one hand, he used his other to find and manipulate her swollen
clit. She made a soft sound as he touched her there.

"You want somethin'?"

She groaned. "You know what I want."

"Wanton and demanding. Naughty."

Her answer was to grind her hips up against his hands.

"Turn over."

Gabby flipped onto
hands and knees and wiggled her rump. It was too sweet a target. Ace gave her a sharp smack on one cheek.

"Ow!"

"I'll give you 'ow'!" He spanked her several more times, leaving big pink handprints to fade only slightly before the next print was set down.

"Ow! Ouch!" Crying out though she was, Gabby also pressed back toward him. "Inside, Ace! Please!"

She was so gorgeous there, her rump getting red, the perfect roundness of her breasts suspended from her chest over the bed. He could see her wet center and it called to him. His cock was so hard it felt like
titanium
as he slid its head through her
slippery folds.

A few more spanks and she was moaning softly, finally lowering her face to the bed and sobbing out her encouragement into the mattress.

Ace was tired of teasing. With a firm twitch of his hips,
he
buried himself deep in his wife. It
was
heaven
--wa
rm, wet, gripping him securely.
His
balls tighten
ed
. The rhythm he set up made Gabby pant and wriggle. He gave her a few more hard swats, her bottom now a bright shade of rose. He loved that she enjoyed the erotic spankings because he loved giving them.
Her ass was perfect under his hand.

Gripping her by her hips, he drove into her, deep and hard. She cried out softly with each thrust, pressing back to force him even deeper.

"You are a siren, li'l girl," he told her, his breath harsh as his excitement rose.

Turning her head, she responded. "Oh, God, Ace, it feels so good. More. More."

"Maybe I should take you over my knee, since you're bein' so demandin'."

"No!" She squeaked as he brought his palm down on her behind twice more. "Yes!"

"Which is it?" Again, he smacked her rear. He could feel her body begin to contract around him and spanked her harder. "Yes, or no, Gabby?"

The sounds she made were incoherent
, but he could tell by the tightening of her pussy that she was going to release and he made her bottom good and red. The sensation of her orgasm nearly pushed him over the edge. Squeezing, milking, sucking him in, coaxing him to spill, but that was not what they agreed to. He wanted her hot mouth on him.

When she began to relax, he withdrew and moved beside her, lying on his back. His cock protested the cool air, and he ached to come, but he knew it would be that much sweeter if he waited for her mouth. He didn't have to wait long.

Gabby knew him so well. She hummed as she licked her taste off his throbbing erection like a dripping ice cream cone.
Ace wound his fingers in her hair, tangling them in the silky thick mass. "Take it."

Her answer was to slide him into her mouth, deep, deeper, until the head of his cock pressed on the back of her throat. His Gabby never gagged. God but he loved this woman. Tonguing him as she pistoned him in and out of her mouth, she increased the pace according to his hands in her hair. He guided her rhythm and it drove him toward the abyss. Her fingers found his balls and squeezed gently. A moan escaped him and he pressed his hips up, driving himself deeper in her mouth.

Gabby moved faster on him, and the crest overcame him suddenly,
pulling
him down into
a
whirlpool
where a riptide tore him apart and the current put him back together again. He filled her mouth with semen, pulsing strongly for a time before he relaxed his hips down on the bed.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, swallowing and licking her lips. Her sweet scent combined with sweat and sex enticed his senses as she lay beside him, her head on his shoulder.

"I showed you," he said, teasing her about the spanking.

"I am duly
chastened
."

"Don't you forget it, li'l girl."

She yawned and snuggled deeper. "No, sir."

"That's my good girl."

Chapter 5

Jackie turtled herself for the next two weeks, not daring to get on anyone's bad side again if it could be helped. She arrived on time for work every day, even though the early alarm clock buzzing always managed to wake her right in the middle of a good dream. Sometimes, she dreamed of Pete Kaminsky. She imagined his broad chest all bare and hard-muscled and his arms with their thick biceps holding her against his body. The scent of him haunted her dreams. Every day she learned more about him, saw new facets of his personality and grew more attracted to him both physically and emotionally.

She wanted him badly. In fact, she couldn't remember ever wanting a man like this before. Bud had been appealing more for his position as a studly jock than for
his achievements or intelligence. And the few fellows she'd dated while in college had been callow and wouldn't have made good husband material. A
husband
was what she wanted
; someone she could take care of and who would respect her for herself, not as a china doll
. Although she enjoyed nursing, it was a far second on her list of things to do with her life in the long-term. She was bright enough to realize that
her
attitude wasn't modern, but she knew what she wanted and wasn't going to let anything stand in her way. Finding the right guy—not just a willing guy, but a man she could
admire
and love—was the first step.

Remembering the spankings Pete had delivered to her, how intimate and sensual they'd been, even though they hurt, made her yearn for more. Maybe not more spankings exactly, but something equally intimate. For the first time in her life, Jackie seriously contemplated what it would be like to have sex with a particular man. With Pete.

There was a lot of romance involved in her dreams about him, sweet nothings he'd whisper in her ears, and tender caresses on her face as he kissed her. Sometimes the daydreams would distract her at work, but so far, it hadn't become an issue.

Pete, always totally professional with her, was not immune to her and Jackie knew it. She sometimes found his eyes on her and his gaze was smoldering. He would look away quickly, but the moments were there. Jackie couldn't quite figure out what to do with this knowledge—she'd never tried to seduce a man in her life—but she knew she ought to do something.

One afternoon, as they were doing their afternoon house calls, they had a disagreement. Jackie made the mistake of telling a patient that the doctor's instructions weren't engraved in stone and could be ignored if the patient found them too much trouble.

He gave her a sharp look as he put his stethoscope away. The bedroom in the little ramshackle house got a lot smaller all of a sudden, as Jackie
shrank away
from that disapproving gaze.

Pete smiled at Mrs. Stumps, however, with his usual professional but friendly manner. "Miss Journey meant that you should call if you find that the instructions are not working for you, Mrs. Stumps. We don't want your blood sugar to get out of control
. Your diabetes is a serious condition and needs to be managed carefully. You could end up in the hospital again."