Blackmailed Into Bed (Louisiana Liaisons 2)

"Good girl." He praised her like she had managed a great feat. "Now undo my fly." His hands moved to cup her buttocks. Amy fumbled with his fly. She couldn't find the strength. He grunted and moved his hands back between them until he had freed himself. "There's a condom in my front left pocket." Amy dug her hand in the wrong pocket. "Try the other pocket." She felt his hand sliding up and down the cleft of her buttocks and moaned. She finally managed to get the condom out. She held it in one hand while she reached down with the other and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing erection.

He groaned and grabbed the back of her head by the hair. "Now put it on me." His words were slurred. Amy ripped the square package with her teeth and one hand. She put the condom to the head of his penis and tried to roll it. It wouldn't go. "It won't go on." She was too excited to be embarrassed.

Through a black haze of passion, Jake felt a jab of tenderness somewhere in the region of where his heart should be. "Turn it over, sweetheart." She did, and it rolled right on. He swung her around until she was facing the hood of her car. "Bend over." His voice was guttural.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her butt in the air. Her arms fell forward and her hands landed on the hood of her car. She hung there in anticipation while he spread her legs out to his satisfaction. He lowered her feet back to the floor, now as wide as they would go. He slipped one large finger inside her and moved the other hand around to shove under her blouse and bra. He pinched her nipple. She rained juice all over his finger and hand. "Ahh, yeah, babe. That's it. You want to come like this, or you want it in you?" He could barely manage a coherent thought, much less speak in full sentences. She was so soft and fine in his arms. He moved his penis to the cleft of her ass and started rubbing it up and down.

She panted in his arms. She was so close. It didn't matter. Either way, she was fixing to come.

"I want it in you." He removed his finger and plunged into her from behind. He slammed against her three times and she screamed as her eyes glazed over and she crested the sun. He gripped her harder and followed her over the precipice.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes while they came back down to earth. Then he picked her up and carried her into the house. "The bathroom?" She pointed down the hall and he moved in that direction. He sat her on the closed toilet lid and moved to the vanity. He found a washcloth in a basket and ran warm water over it. He turned and handed it to her. Her eyes looked wounded. He grabbed a cloth for himself and quickly cleaned up. When he turned back to her, she pointed to the door and said, "I have to pee."

His mind went to the carnal position he had just had her in just five minutes before. He thought about arguing, but there was no reason. He turned and closed the door behind him, giving her the space and privacy she needed.

Chapter Six

Tuesday, Jake sat in his truck while he waited for her to show up. She was at least thirty minute late, by his estimation. He thought about texting her, but figured she was driving and wouldn't look at it anyway. It was getting close to four-thirty. Jake watched her driveway while the blood began a slow boil in his veins. The impatience he felt for her was a burn in his gut. He was already calculating how fast he could get her in the house and how soon he could reasonably sink into her. His erection was already pressing against his jeans.

Finally, she pulled in. She glanced his way and saw him slam out of the truck. He followed her through to the garage. He opened her door for her and held out his hand. She hesitated only momentarily before putting her hand in his. He brought her to her feet next to him. "Where the hell have you been?" His words were low and controlled.

Amy turned and retrieved a stack of manila folders from her car. She put them in his arms. "I have after school duty every Tuesday. Geez, Jake." She rolled her eyes at him. "Impatient, much?" She shouldered past him and went in the house, feeling him hot on her heels.

He dropped the files on the counter and turned to reach for her. "Yeah, I'm impatient. And you will be too when I tell you what's about to happen." He watched her eyes widen and felt a fine tremor in her body. Yeah, he liked this. He reached out and touched her collarbone with the tip of one finger.

"W-what's going to happen?" Her heart skipped a beat.

He pulled her hand up between their bodies and laced his fingers with hers. His words were slow and deep. "Just a little something we're going to call 'Ladies Choice.' Her hand gripped his tighter as she reached up to pull his mouth down to hers.

Wednesday, Amy received a text from him that read, 'Situation here. Catch up later.'

Panic exploded through her. He was in danger! Her breath was coming in ragged gulps as flashes of lights, sirens and ambulances flashed through her head in an imagery that was both painful in its intensity and upsetting to her state of mind.

She knew she couldn't handle this. No way. She couldn't keep this up. The worry and anxiety would kill her.

She attempted to put it out of her mind until Kayla got home to take her attention away from the many possibilities. She made them a light meal and they shared it before her d

aughter went off to her room to do her homework.

It was just past seven when the worry came back in full force. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She couldn't stop the worry. What would it hurt if she texted him? She grabbed her phone. 'u ok?' That was simple enough. If he didn't like it, oh well. She didn't want this damn thing between them anyway.

Her phone vibrated. Well, thank God he could at least answer her text. Relief poured through her. 'Sure. What's up?' Anger simmered through her veins. This was his fault. This was his fault that she was a mess. She didn't need this in her life. She felt like punching him. Now she was left having to compose a text that wouldn't make her seem like a bunny boiler. Crap.

Keep it simple, Amy. She knew she only had a minute to think it through, or he would know she was having difficulties replying. Damn. She wasn't good at this game. She started keying. 'Nothing. All's good.' She pressed send and grabbed her purse.

She tapped on her daughter's door. "Kayla, I have to run to Wal-Mart. Do you need anything?"

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Amy pulled up outside of Jake's house and saw that the lights were on. She really didn't have any time to waste before she had to get back home. She flung off her seatbelt and opened the car door.

What happened next wasn't how she played it out in her brain. He opened the door and took one look at her standing there and grabbed her and pulled her inside. His mouth swooped down on hers and she felt his tongue thrust deep. He devoured her with his mouth and Amy felt her knees start to give out on her. No! This wasn't the way this was supposed to go.

"How'd you get away?" His slurred words barely penetrated her brain as he moved his mouth to her neck and started biting and sucking. His hands were pushing her tee-shirt up and over her head.

She saw what they were doing, as if from a distance. The intensity of need and the dark swirl of desire consumed them both. My God, they were having an affair! Everything was all true, just as he described it. They were fuck buddies, they weren't dating, they were secretly sleeping with each other, and they were doing it every chance they got.

Amy tried to clear the fog from her brain. He was so not good for her. She had to keep remembering that. She stepped away from him. Since he wasn't expecting the move, her escape from his arms was easily accomplished. She pulled her shirt back into position. "I said that I had to run to Wal-Mart. Jake, listen to me. I can't keep doing this. You got what you wanted, and we both had a good time, but this has to end. "