California Nights (Rich Boys of California Duet 1)

He was breathing heavily when he finally lifted his head, staring down at me possessively.

“How is your grandmother?”

“She’s weak but they think she’ll… she will live.”

He nodded, still staring at me with that same intense look on his face.

“You drove here in that piece of shit, didn’t you?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He cursed and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his car.

“Where are we going?”

He practically lifted me into the car and put my seatbelt on for me like I was a child. He didn’t say anything until he was in the car. He locked the doors. Then he looked at me.

“Somewhere quiet. So I can spank you.”

My mouth opened a little and he grinned. It wasn’t a friendly grin.

No, he looked like a shark.

“Where am I driving to, Frannie?”

“My… my parents house?”

“Are they home?”

“No. But there are servants.”

He shook his head.

“Somewhere quiet I said.”

“The beach?”

He nodded, his eyes raking over me. Then he drove off.

I sat there for the entire ride, totally silent, feeling like a little girl who was in trouble. Guilty almost. Like I’d done something bad.

I guess I had over reacted to the Shannon thing… I mean, I know I had.

“You aren’t with Shannon, are you?”

He glanced at me, then shook his head.

“Were you ever?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“She’s not my type.” He parked the car and turned to me. “You are.”

My mouth opened. In that second I realized he meant it. Everything he’d said to me from the start was one hundred percent true. He slid across the car and started kissing me again. Within seconds he had me stretched out horizontally on the seat.

He must have unbuckled my seatbelt without me even noticing. He wasn’t trying to undress me though. He was just staring down at me. Then he sat up and got out of the car.

“Fuck. It’s going to have to wait.”

“What?”

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“I told you.”

“Jace, you aren’t really going to – to spank me are you?”

He didn’t say anything, just lifted me up over his shoulder and carried me down to the beach like a sack of flour. It was late. No one was around. Still he carried me across the sand until we were far from the parking lot in a little alcove with a sheer cliff behind us.

He set me down on my feet and then sat, pulling me down over his lap.

I squealed and tried to get away but he held me firm. His hand slid over my ass, rubbing it in a circle. Then he lifted it and brought it down.

Hard.

Not hard enough to bruise, but still, it stung.

“This is for taking off without telling me.”

He brought it down again.

“This is for driving that fucking rust bucket.”

His hand landed on my ass, making it jiggle like crazy.

“And this is for making me wait.”

His hand glided over my bottom, soothing the sting. I was annoyed. And I was even more annoyed that I was starting to get turned on by all of this macho bullshit.

He was too, judging from the hardness I felt under my stomach.

“Are you done?”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, just kept stroking me. I stared at the sand, inches from my face.

“No, Francine. Not even close.”

Chapter Seventy-Two

Jace

The girl laying across my lap was going to drive me insane. Her hair tumbled over my thighs to the sand. Her rounded bottom felt like the softest thing in the world under my hand.

Too bad she was wearing clothes.

Time to take care of that. Along with some other things.

I was done waiting.

I picked her up and laid her back onto the sand. I pulled my jacket off and tucked it under her head. It was a shame we didn’t have a blanket but I didn’t care.

I was going to fuck her anyway

“Don’t move.”

She looked up at me, breathing heavily. It made her breasts rise and fall in a way that make my dick jump in my jeans. I pulled my shirt off and lay on top of her. I spread her legs apart and stared down at her, unbuttoning her blouse.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Twice.”

I looked down at her face.

“Three times maybe.”

Her eyes were wide as I pulled her top open and unbuttoned her jeans. I lifted her just enough to pull her arms free. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

“Lift your hips.”

She was panting as I tugged her jeans off and threw them aside. I undid my pants and licked my lips. Then I started.

No teasing this time. No going slow. I ground myself into her, my mouth on her tits and my hand in her panties. She was already soaking wet.

Good.

That would make it easier. I didn’t want to hurt her. But it wasn’t going to stop me either.

Nothing would.

Not an army.

Not even an earthquake.

Not the end of the fucking world.

I slid my finger into her sweet little pussy. I wanted to taste her. I lowered myself between her legs and let my tongue slide up and down her plump lips. I slid another finger into her tight little box, opening her up.