Free Blackmailed Into Bed by Lynda Chance

Kayla?" He just stood there,
nonchalant, and didn't make a move for her.
    "She's spending the night with a friend." Amy
walked in and he closed the door.
    "Well, that makes it kind of convenient,
doesn't it?" His tone was sarcastic.
    She took a deep breath. She had her work cut
out for her. "Listen, Jake--"
    "No. You listen, Amy. I don't want to hear
anymore of your bullshit excuses. This is a booty call. We're fuck
buddies. Got it?" His arms crossed in front of him. The barriers
were firmly in place.
    Amy swallowed. "Are we, Jake? Still fuck
buddies? Still just you and me, right?" She had to make sure that
stipulation was still in place.
    "Yes, goddammit. Nobody else." Antagonism
radiated from him.
    Amy hesitated a second and then dropped her
bag and started walking toward him. "Okay, then."
    Jake watched her glide toward him. He tried
to stamp out the emotion that he shouldn't be feeling. Why the hell
did he have to feel shit all of a sudden? Almost forty fucking
years and nothing like this had ever happened to him before. But
the five days without her were taking a toll on him. He had gotten
used to having the sexual outlet so quickly. Damn. He really was
spoiled. But no matter how fucked up his emotions were, the sight
and scent of her had hardened him instantaneously.
    He reached out, lifted her up and carried her
to the couch. He toppled them over until they were laying side by
side, facing each other. He wasted no time and fastened his mouth
to hers.
    Amy felt her head swim as his tongue dove
deep into her mouth. She immediately adjusted her leg and lifted it
over his. She reached down to rub his erection through his jeans.
He groaned and moved his hand under her skirt, to the silk triangle
covering her.
    They lay together and petted and kissed each
other. She unfastened his jeans and put her hand around him. His
hand slid her panties aside and sunk a finger deep into her. She
began rocking on his finger and jacking his penis at the same time.
Slowly. She let go of his mouth for a second and reached her hand
up to her tongue. She opened her eyes and stared into his as her
tongue swiped the palm of her hand.
    She closed her eyes and put her mouth back on
his. Her hand moved back down to him.
    Jake felt the small, wet hand enfold him and
thought he was going to die and go to heaven right then and there.
His breathing was ragged and the sound of her moans was addictive.
Her hips pumped faster. Jake tore his mouth free. "Shit. I'm about
to come, babe."
    "Yes, yes, me, too. Come in my hand, Jake.
Come in my hand." It was all he heard as he jerked against her and
spilled his seed.
    Amy felt him harden even more as the wet
stickiness rushed into her palm. It was all she needed to push her
over the edge. Her internal muscles grasped his finger and she
pushed against him as she held him tightly and screamed in
release.
    They lay entwined until their breathing
became normal again. Both were lost in their own thoughts.
    Jake couldn't believe he didn't have the
upper hand in this situation. It was ridiculous. He wanted all of
her, but seemed willing to settle for whatever small amount she
would give him. It pissed him off no small degree.
    Amy was stunned at the passion they shared.
She had had sex for so many years with her husband, and it was
never like this. Never had they lost control from petting. She
never experienced the level of release that Jake gave her.
    Jake released her from his hold and stood up
and walked to the kitchen. He returned in a moment with a wet
cloth.
    He dropped it in her hand. Amy caught it and
looked up at him. The shutters were down again. What had she done?
What had she done with one unthinking sentence?
    "Okay, hon. That was fun. I'll see you
Monday."
    Hon? Since when did he call her 'hon?' He
called her babe, sweetheart, and Amy, and all with a level of
tenderness. Or raunchiness. The 'hon' was quite sarcastic. A
flyaway endearment. Something he might call a whore. Amy saw
red.
    She stood up, wiped