Blackmailed Into Bed (Louisiana Liaisons 2)

He whipped out his cell phone and asked for her number. After keying it in, he asked, "Your phone is private? I don't have to worry about her picking it up and reading a text?"

"I'll take care of it. I've already been guarding it pretty well because Renee can be quite risqué. Don't worry. We can text back and forth to make plans." Amy couldn't believe this was happening. Exactly like her dreams!

Jake stared at her. Jesus Christ! How innocent could she be? Had she ever even heard the term 'sexting?' "Okay, I'll send you a text later so you'll have my number." He paused and his eyes penetrated hers. "This is going to be good, sweetheart." He kissed her on the lips and turned and left.

Amy locked the door and stood standing in the front hall in a trance. She lifted her fingers to her lips and touched them where he had left that final, gentle kiss. And it had been gentle. Nothing like any of the other kisses had been. Those had all been rough. Possessive. Sexual. This kiss was soothing, warm, and tender. So tender. Did he realize how he had kissed her?

Her cell phone beeped and she went to pick it up. She looked at the screen and read, "1-800-bud-fuck."

Gentle? Hell no, he was despicable!

Chapter Five

Amy didn't hear from him the rest of the weekend. She refused to waste so much as a second thinking about someone who was by his own definition just her 'fuck buddy.'

She spent Sunday shopping and browsing. When she found herself in the lingerie department, she figured she might as well go for it. There was really no reason not to have him salivating. She splurged and bought seven new sets of bras and panties. Every color of the rainbow. Lots of silk and lace. Since she had no idea how often she would see him, she figured she needed a system of rotating her pretty new things.

After picking Kayla up at the airport, they stopped for salads at a local restaurant. Her daughter seemed more subdued than usual, and she asked her if anything was wrong.

"Mom, I really don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to say it. I think Dad's getting married." Her young face was grim.

Amy was surprised when she felt nothing. Nothing but a twinge that her daughter seemed unhappy. "And is that bad, sweetie? You've had your father to yourself for a long time. This will be different for you, won't it?"

Kayla's head jerked up from the meal she was picking at. "You mean that you don't care? You don't mind that he's got a serious girlfriend and might marry her?"

Amy thought about it. "No, I don't mind. You know that I don't hate your Dad, Kayla. I don't mind him finding happiness. But, I don't want you upset by it."

"I'm not upset. I like Meagan. She's cool. And she makes Dad happy. I don't want him to be alone. I worry about him when he's all by himself in Dallas."

"That's sweet, baby. Everything's okay, then. And I don't want you to feel guilty that you like Meagan. You're my daughter, but you've got enough love for everyone. I'm ok

ay with it." Amy was glad that what she was saying was true. It certainly made things easier.

"Great, Mom. Now all we have to do is find a guy for you!" Her daughter's young voice was excited.

Amy tried not to react. "Maybe. Someday."

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When Amy pulled her car into her driveway after school on Monday, there was a big, black pickup truck sitting in front of her house. Trepidation and turbulence swirled through her. She pushed her garage door opener and while she waited for the door to lift up, she saw Jake get out of his truck. She flicked her eyes forward and started to pull into the garage. She wanted to hurry and get to the front door so her nosy neighbors wouldn't see him.

She pushed the button again to close the door and at the same time stepped out of her car. She had maybe thirty seconds of light before the fluorescent bulbs were shut off by the automatic timer. She reached the door that connected to her kitchen just as the light went out.

Hard, strong hands gripped her from behind. She choked off a scream as she realized that Jake had slipped in the garage behind her. Strong arms caged her against the door.

Jake felt her collapse against him and he put his mouth on her neck. "Shh, shh. You know it's me." He bit softly as he crossed his arms around her and palmed a breast in each hand. God, she went to his head so fast. He remembered seeing her in this long purple skirt and flat black shoes before. It turned him on then, and it was turning him on now. Damn, he really needed to get it with this little teacher. It had taken every bit of control he had not to come back to her house Sunday morning. The damn wanting was getting worse.

Amy felt him inundating her and thought she might drown in delirium. This was as close as it could possibly get to her fantasies. She was getting to live her fantasy. It was amazing. She opened her eyes to almost complete blackness. There were only bits of light coming in from outside, and they were facing away from it. She reached out for doorknob.

"No." His order was low, but irrefutable. She went limp in his arms. Her head fell back against his chest. "That's right." He moved one hand down to her stomach and caressed her there. "Unzip your skirt, Amy."

Amy snuggled back into his arms and rubbed her backside against him, trying to get closer. God, he smelled so good. Excitement screamed through her. She moved her hands back and slid them over his steel thighs.

"Did you hear me? Unzip your skirt." His voice was rough.

Amy struggled to control her racing emotions and let his voice penetrate the buzz in her head. She reached down with shaking fingers and unzipped her skirt.

"Good. Now step out of it." Jake steadied her as she swayed. She pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out of it. He moved his hand to her crotch. Liquid heat warmed his hand. He slid one finger under her panties and began running it up and down her slit. She gasped. "Now turn around." He didn't wait for her to turn. He swirled her around until she was facing him.