Chapter Three

Jessica gathered up the dirty dishes from the table and carried them through to the kitchen.

“What did you do to that poor girl?” Holt asked. “She’s walking a little funny.”

“Nothing you’ve never done to the women in our life,” Hawk said. He stood and gathered up a few serving dishes. “She’s been working hard on the cakes for your tasting on Friday, I do know that.”

“If that makes her walk funny we need to look for a new baker,” Holt said. He hadn’t moved from his spot and Hawk jerked his head toward the table.

“Don’t just sit there. We have things to do. Grab a dish. Your engagement does not keep you from helping with the dishes.”

Holt got up, but the look he sent Hawk’s way made Hawk laugh.

“I moved furniture all day,” Holt said as he picked up a napkin.

“Wimp,” Hawk said with a laugh. He crossed into the kitchen where he found his other four brothers laughing and talking with Jessica and Aurora. It made him smile, especially when Jessica flashed him a flirty look. He still wondered why she’d put up a fuss today, and he hoped he could get the information out of her, but not before he fucked her until her eyes crossed.

Holt tapped him on the shoulder and jerked his head toward the living room. Hawk followed him there and almost laughed out loud when he glanced around to see if anyone was nearby.

“How’d the L-O-V-E talk go?” Holt asked.

“Some reason why you’re spelling out the word?” Hawk asked. “Are you afraid J-E-S-S-I-C-A will hear? I assure you, she knows how to spell.”

“Just trying to keep your secret,” Holt said. “So, have you?”

“No,” Hawk answered, thinking of how the evening had gone. He hadn’t expected her to not want to play tonight. It wasn’t like her, and he hoped they would have a conversation about it after they got back to her house. She’d been fine during dinner, laughing and joking. Every once in a while she would shift in her seat, and he knew it was because of the plug up her butt. Twice he noticed looks of absolute pleasure cross her face.

But twice he also caught her staring into her plate, moving the food around with her fork. That, to him, meant something was bothering her. She had something on her mind and he wanted to know what it was. If he was to spend the rest of his life with her—hopefully—they needed to bond. He’d never thought they had a problem with it before today.

“Let me know how it goes,” Holt said.

Giggles came from the kitchen, and Hawk smiled as he recognized Jessica’s voice. It was after dark now, which meant it was time for him to put the second part of his plan into play.

“We’re going,” he said as he clapped Holt on the shoulder.

“You not staying for dessert?” Holt asked.

“Not the type you can bake in an oven.” Hawk called out Jessica’s name. When she came out she had an ice cream cone in her hand.

“Want one?” she asked, right before she ran her tongue around the vanilla ball that was covered with nuts. Holt snorted with laughter before he pushed past her and started for the kitchen. Jessica crossed the room until she was inches in front of him. She held her cone in front of his face.

Hawk stared down at her, his cock hardening as she shrugged and ran her tongue around the ice cream again.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m standing in front of you, eating ice cream.” She lifted up on her toes. “By the way, my ass is really sore. May I go in the bathroom and take out the plug?”

“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” He jerked her around and delivered a resounding slap to her ass. “Does that answer your question?” He delivered another one.

“What the hell’s going on out there?” Holt yelled from the kitchen.

Jessica giggled. “Your brother is abusing me,” she called out.

“Better call the local constable,” Holt answered, which brought gales of laughter from the other brothers.

“Let’s go,” Hawk said. He reached out for her but she stepped away.

“I have to finish my ice cream,” she said. This time she took a huge bite out of it, then licked her lips as she chewed. He was happy to see her being playful, after what had happened earlier, but his cock was so hard now it was painful. He had half a mind to take her to his bedroom and give her something else to lick, or to take the plug out and fuck her up the butt until she cried out.

But he had another idea, one that would, hopefully, catch her off guard.

“You’re a meanie!” she stuck her tongue out at him.

“That’s going to cost you.” He pointed to the cone. “You’ve got a minute to finish.”

He pulled out his phone and set the timer before he turned it in her direction so she could see it count down. She must have thought he had been kidding, because her eyes widened in shock and she took another bite of the cone. She chewed and bit again then started jumping around.

“Brain freeze, brain freeze,” she called out. Laughter from the other room greeted her loud pronouncement, and Hawk chuckled. She danced in a circle, and all Hawk could think was her movement must be jostling the plug in her ass. When she finally came to a stop she stared at him, her eyes wide open and he knew he was right.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“Yes.” She winced and whispered, “More than ready.”

Something told him they were using different meanings of the word. They said goodbye to everyone and headed out to his truck. It was just dusk, which meant there was a nice, smoky hue to the sky.

“I need this thing out of me,” she said after they were headed through town toward her house.

“I like it where it’s at,” he said.

She wiggled, but didn’t voice any more dissent. When he passed the turn toward her house she said, “Where are we going?”

“Someplace fun.” He patted her thigh. “Go ahead and take off your pants, and panties.”

“But we’re…” she stopped speaking when he shot her a look. “Sorry.” She took off her seatbelt and wiggled out of her jeans and panties, and he knew from her groans that her ass ached, but she was hot, too. She needed to come. So did he.

He made a left off the main road once they were out of town and she said, “Where are we going?”

“None of your business.” He patted her bare thigh. “Play with your pussy, and spread your legs so I get a good view.”

When her hand was between her folds, it took all his willpower to keep from reaching over and pinching her clit. Instead he reached over her and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a clit clamp, one with nice, jagged edges, and dropped it between her legs.

“I believe you know where that goes.”

“Sir, please, no.”

“As tight as you can get it,” he answered. Would she disobey him? She’d been less than thrilled about the plug earlier, which still concerned him. She waited for a few beats, and then she picked it up. He knew it was on her clit when she hissed, loudly.

“Tighter.”

“Sir, please.” He loved the whine in her voice, because it could be interpreted two ways, please more, or please no. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she wiggled it around, hissing once more.

“Good girl.”

He pulled into their destination and parked the truck. He leaned toward her and said, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said. Then he grabbed the clamp and pulled.

Her cry of pain filled the cab, and he said, “Stay where you are.” By the time he got around to her side of the truck her hips were moving so fast he thought she might come from the pressure of the clamp.

“Not yet,” he said. He went to the back of the cab and took out the inflatable mattress he kept there. It took him about a minute to unfold it and start the inflation process. While it worked its magic he took her hands and led her from the cab. Her body shook, and he knew she was more than ready. He led her to the back of the truck where he kept one hand on her arm, and used the other to lower the tailgate of the truck bed.

When it was down he pulled out a blanket he’d stored back there just for the occasion. He covered the tailgate with it, then stepped back, letting her go.

“Position,” he said.

She did as he asked, bending over the tailgate, her legs spread, her hands clasped behind her back. He thought about cuffing her, but it seemed to be par for the course lately, and he decided she would have to use her willpower to keep them in place.

Hawk stepped behind her and patted her ass. In the darkness he couldn’t see if there were marks from the spanking, but he knew her ass was sore from the plug. He undid his jeans and took out his dick. He stroked it once, twice, three times, then rammed it inside her pussy.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed out.

He could feel the plug pressing against him. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer to him.

“What did you just say?”

“Forgive me, Sir,” she said. She shivered under him, and Hawk decided she’d had enough foreplay. He pulled out, then went back in. He could feel the plug rub against him as he fucked her. Her soft mewls, groans, and murmurs for him to fuck her drove him on. He pounded into her harder, hoping he was hitting the right spot so she would come.

When he felt she was close he stopped moving, reached around, and pulled on the clit clamp.

She screamed as she came, and he pulled harder. Her body shivered under him and her pussy tightened. Hawk came, filling her as he felt her tighten around him even more. He leaned over and kissed her back, then moved his lips to her neck.

“My sweet pea,” he said.

She giggled, but he could hear the strain in her voice. It was time to empty her, crawl up and cuddle, and then talk. Maybe. He might save the talk for another time.

***

Jessica snuggled against Hawk’s chest. It was summertime, but it could still get cold at night in this part of Texas. She’d stayed in place while Hawk took out the plug and cleaned her with supplies he had stored in the truck. Then, following his orders, she stripped, put the now inflated mattress in the bed of the truck, and climbed on top of it.

He stroked her shoulder with the hand he had wrapped around her and held her close. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” she said. “But I’m also fulfilled.”

“Fulfilled?” he asked with a chuckle. “You’ve never used that word before. What exactly do you mean?”

“Being with you reminds me that I’m very lucky.” She kissed his chest. He’d also taken off all his clothes before climbing into the bed of the truck. It wasn’t the first time they’d camped out this way. Hawk always made sure they were parked in the middle of nowhere so they would hear if someone came up on them.

Which reminded her. She sat up and looked around. “Where are we?” He hadn’t driven that far out of town, which meant they were near Bookman Springs.

“We’re at the old Spellman Farm, east of town.” He stroked her arm. “You probably never met them. I think they were gone from Bookman before you arrived.”

There were no stars out yet, and there were no streetlights, so all she could see were trees. She got up on her knees and looked around. Not too far from where they were parked she could see the outline of a house, a one-story ranch. She imagined it had been deserted for a while and was probably overrun with snakes, and mice.

“How long have they been gone?” she asked. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She hoped he didn’t plan on staying here overnight without a blanket. It was too chilly for that.

“It was a family, husband and wife with three kids. The kids are probably in their thirties right now. I have no idea where they live, but the parents live in Amarillo.” There was a pause before he said, “They are looking to sell this property.”

Oh, she was pretty sure she knew where he was going with this, and it wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have. Ever.

Different ideas about how she could deflect the subject passed through her mind when Hawk said, “Did something happen at the shop today?”

She jerked her head toward him and said, “Huh?”

“You seem off.” He was on his back, one arm behind his head as he stared at her. “I just thought maybe something happened to upset you.”

Now she wanted to go back to the idea where she thought he was going to talk about buying a house and living together, because she was pretty sure that’s where the conversation was heading before.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He sat up and put his arm around her. “I’m not sure why you don’t trust me.”

“I do!” She held her arms out as if to indicate everything around them. “I just wore a butt plug to your family home for dinner, and let you fuck me outside not really knowing where we are. If that’s not trust I’m not sure what is.”

“It’s not the same thing, and you know it.” He moved his arms away from her, and she felt their loss inside her. She should tell him about Mrs. Dobbs visiting, about her accusation of theft. Why didn’t she? It wasn’t as if she were guilty.

“I would hope you’d trust me in every part of your life,” he said.

“I do.” Even to her the words rang flat. She wasn’t sure what to say next. Was she so transparent? “It was just a very busy day at work. I’m stressed over the cake tasting on Friday. I’m not sure I have nine cake recipes that can be used for a wedding.”

“Is that what you promised them?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell Holt you’re not sure about it,” Hawk said. “How many do you think you can make?”

“Seven.” She hoped this would be a nice smokescreen for her actual problem. She really didn’t want him to know about Mrs. Dobbs. Surely Grant would tell his mother the truth now that Jessica had outed him as a liar. Or she hoped he would.

“Okay.”

Crap, she could tell by the tone of Hawk’s voice that he didn’t really believe her. He lay back down and she positioned herself next to him, once more spooning against his body. He didn’t bring it back up, and neither did she. But it was a wedge between them, one she would have to smooth out at some point. She just didn’t know when.