Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Kate?

Tia stared up at Jake, shock giving way to horror. He looked over her shoulder with a concerned expression, still buried dick-deep in her pussy. Damn him, he should be concerned. No, he should be scared as hell, because she was going to stab him with knitting needles until his heart bled like hers.

She must have stiffened because he looked down at her, confused. “What? Oh! Honey, no, I’m not saying her name because I want to come. Honest. I know who I’m making love to.” He drew his hand above her head, pulled back, and showed her his phone. “She sent me a text. She’s being followed.”

“Oh.” Anger turned quickly to confusion.

“She sent it twice—code for it’s important.”

“Being tailed would be important.” He never did what she expected, and it frustrated the crap out of her. And damn it, it still hurt to have her name said during the heat of passion. She shoved at his chest and he shook his head.

“Don’t be pissed, Tia. Please.” He scrolled through his phone, still on top of her.

“Don’t be pissed? Seriously?” She smacked his chest. “You’re going to fuck me and call her. Her.”

“It will be hotter than hell. Trust me.” His lips curved into a slow, sexy grin. “Think of it. Me, loving you, and she won’t know a thing. She might catch us.”

Tia narrowed her eyes, unsure where she stood on this. It did sound enticing, fucking him while Blondie listened. Jake had an exhibitionist streak and loved when they played scenes in the public areas at the club. But it also felt a little like they were cheating. Second best, again.

Before she could protest further, Jake pushed a button to dial and put the phone to his ear, cradling it between his head and his shoulder. “Kate? What the hell?”

Jake listened as he thrust harder, and Tia had to agree this was oddly erotic, that he was fucking her while talking to the woman he loved. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and right now, Jake was hers.

Tia arched against his cock, driving him deeper, desire brewing again, swirling in her belly. Jake removed Tia’s nipple clamp and suck the sensitive peak gently. The blood flow returned, and the pain was as exquisite as the pleasure.

Jake lifted his head from her nipple. “Call Chase,” he said into the phone. Then he removed the other clip. “Where are you?” He lowered his head and sucked again, and the pain of the returning blood flow made her cry out. Her mewl brought a smug smile to Jake’s lips.

“What am I doing? None of your business. And I can’t do a damned thing from here. I’m on vacation. Chase has access to satellites and video feed. Just call him.”

He thrust again, pumping harder, staring into Tia’s eyes but looking concerned. “If you won’t call, I will. I don’t care if you think you’re wrong, and you’re making a huge mistake. It’s protocol. The shopping center has a zillion cameras he can tap into. He’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Kate shouted something on the other end, and Tia winced at the volume, unable to make out exactly what she called Jake. It wasn’t pretty, whatever it was. But Jake shook his head and said, “Bye, Kate. I’m calling your husband.” He ended the call.

Then he groaned and leaned forward to gently bite Tia’s neck. “Jesus, I almost came about four times, especially when she wanted to know what I was doing.” He kissed her mouth and drove hard, his balls slapping her ass. “I’m going to call Chase, but I want you to fuck me. Put your legs around my waist.”

She did and he rolled with her so she was sitting on top, his cock deep inside her. He grinned and picked up the phone. “Fuck me while I talk to our boss. I hope you come and scream really loud.”

“I don’t know if I can come.” Talk about stage fright.

“If you do, I’ll cook dinner.”

The idea of coming while he talked to Chase was scary and erotic all at once. She slid up the length of his cock and drifted back down in a leisurely stroke, enjoying how he felt between her thighs. “Will you tell him I’m fucking you?”

“Do you care if he knows?”

“No. I guess not.” What did it matter? Chase knew they were here, and the two men were well known at the club for very satisfactory threesome action. It wasn’t like she’d never had Chase, though she wished it had been different.

“Hey, Chase,” Jake said. He bucked his hips under her, encouraging her to move faster, and she obliged. “Call Kate. She’s being tailed.”

She heard a loud, “Fuck,” from Chase’s end, and the call disconnected.

Tia wrinkled her nose. “I couldn’t come that fast if I wanted to.”

“He’ll call back. Keep fucking me.” Jake strained, his head back, the cords of his neck thick. She’d never seen him quite this aroused, even during wedding sex. It was almost as if he was in a lusty frenzy, the need too much for him to bear. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to come when he calls back.”

She stopped moving and placed her hand on his damp chest to balance herself as she looked down at him. “Are you doing this so he doesn’t suspect how you feel about Kate?”

Jake shook his head. “I’m doing this because if he were here, watching, it would be the best high. If I had a dollar for as many times as I fucked a woman in front of Chase, I’d be a rich man. Threesomes were his thing. This is my thing. Making love to you while he’s on the phone is even better, because he’s at work. It’s so hot. I used to call him all the time during sex—he got off on it, too.”

“That’s…crazy.”

“Is it? You need pain. I need to be heard. And this is much, much better with you. I’ve never felt this high. Please, Tia. Fuck me. Please.”

To hear him beg like that, the pleading in his voice brought her desire to a frenzied peak. To know this beautiful man was so high because of her… She arched her back again. But to have her boss listen… Jake thrust upward, and his groin hit her clit, sparking the lust that had grown earlier, during Kate’s call.

He reached for her breasts, and she leaned forward, enjoying as he sucked first one, then the other, the nipples sensitive under his tongue. She followed the rhythm he set with his hips, keeping his cock deep inside her pussy, her clit rocking on his pubic bone. The phone rang, and she jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

Jake answered it, reaching for her clit at the same time. “Yeah?”

He pinched, and she fought a moan.

“I know, she told me the same thing.” He pinched her clit harder, and Tia bit her lip harder. “She used to be a crappy liar. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Tia rocked faster at hearing him talk smack about Blondie. She found a still-sensitive nipple with her fingers. So good. So naughty. She rolled the peak, giving a little twist, and this time Jake groaned, obviously enjoying the view.

“What am I doing? I’m reading under a tree.”

Tia heard a distinct “bullshit” on Chase’s end of the conversation.

“So what did you do about Kate?” He beckoned to Tia, and she dipped down, supporting herself with one hand on each side of his head. He held the phone aside and sucked one of her very sensitive nipples, his tongue rolling the peak.

She bit back another moan, and Jake said, “Hang on a second.” He covered the phone. “Remember the rules,” Jake warned. He put phone back at his ear. “Go ahead, Chase.”

Tia shuddered at the thought of moaning with Chase listening. Another orgasm threatened, the pleasure divine, and she went to bite her lip. Jake’s fingers dug into her hip, and she released the moan as he had commanded. She panted, trying to catch her breath as she rocked her hips faster. Who knew being vocal in sex could be so much fun?

“Yeah? Well, a shopping center is full of cars. Maybe she was overreacting.” Jake paused and gave Tia the sexiest smile, one full of promise. “Yeah, I’m doing what you think I’m doing, buddy.”

He thrust up harder, and Tia answered him with a powerful down stroke that threatened to toss her over the edge again. She pinched both nipples, enjoying the pain, the pleasure, and suddenly she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jake,” she moaned, unable to help herself.

“Don’t you wish I called you more often?” Jake asked. She whimpered and closed her eyes as an orgasm swallowed her whole. “She’s beautiful when she comes.”

Chase groaned from his end and she heard him say, “Not fair.”

“I know, not fair, since you’re not getting any.” Jake’s eyes glazed over. “I have to go, or you’re going to end up finding Kate for a booty call.” He chucked the phone and tossed his head back as he rammed into her pussy, once, twice. He stilled, and damp heat flooded her sheath. Groaning, he reached for her. She collapsed forward, letting him hold her.

“Two,” he said, his voice smug.

“Three.” She didn’t want to feed his ego, but she was fairly pleased as she floated in that happy place, the one with no pain. Only shocks of pleasure and Jake’s arms around her.

“Three? I’m getting good at this, aren’t I?”

“Smug bastard.” But she said it with…love? No, not love. Something else. Definitely something else. She rolled off him, disturbed.

He looked at her. “You’re okay, right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.” He searched her eyes with a concerned look. “You told me a lot. We had intense, kinky, exhibitionist sex. And I really can’t read you sometimes.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to give in to whatever I want, you know. Just because I want you, you can say no. Just because I want wedding sex doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. You deserve to have what you want. If this isn’t what you want, then speak up.”

“It’s just a fantasy.” She bit her lip though.

“It’s more than a fantasy. To me. I think…” He shifted and reached up to smooth the hair from her face. “I felt like we were…more…the moment I stepped on this property with you.”

She gulped back fear and rolled from him, trembling. “More…more what. We were friends with benefits. Less than that, even. Fuck buddies. You were forced to bring me home. How can I be…more?”

“I don’t bring women home, yet here you are. God help me, it feels right for some reason. Like maybe, in my heart, I really did marry you, for the weekend.”

She laughed bitterly. “You know my past. No man in their right mind would marry me.”

“Then maybe I’m not in my right mind.”

Oh, that was scary. It felt right, wrong, horrible and wonderful all at the same time. She wanted the weekend over, and she wanted it to never end. She sighed, needing to distract him from this crazy talk. “I thought we were going to go riding.”

“In a bit.” He rose and started to dress.

She grabbed her shirt, and his phone fell into her lap. She looked at it—the display lit up, and Blondie’s text was there. Above the part that said she was being tailed was a text Jake had sent to her earlier today.

Worse idea than loving you?

Tia’s heart ached more than she thought possible. How easily he lied. Loving Blondie in one breath, fucking her in the next. She glanced at Jake pulling on his boots, his back to her. She accessed the call log and sure enough, Blondie had called right after he’d sent that text. That is, if Blondie was better known as TNT.

She heard Jake make a noise, and she realized she’d been caught snooping.

“Anything interesting?”

“Yes.” She chucked the phone at him, spitting mad. “This is why I don’t believe you feel so married this weekend. You have no problem juggling the two of us. She whispers the sweet nothings, and I spread my legs for you. Perfect world, isn’t it?”

“It wasn’t that way.” He gave her a wary look, one that made her fume harder.

“No? If you want to play at being married, then you need to drop her like a bad habit. No phone calls, no texts. Nothing.”

“But she’s being followed—”

Tia chucked a shoe at him. “She has a husband, for Christ’s sake. A very powerful, smart husband with access to things you don’t have. You said so yourself.”

“She’s my partner.” Jake set his jaw in his stubborn way, his eyes defiant.

“Was. She was your partner. I’m your partner now.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If the house demands wedding sex, then I demand you be mine. Completely. If you can’t resist her, then give me your phone, or you can take me back to D.C.” She held out her hand.

Jake looked away, then down at the ground, then back at her, no longer defiant. He looked deflated and perhaps a bit embarrassed. “You’re right.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re right. I’m man enough to admit that I’m wrong when I’m wrong.” He ran a hand through his hair but handed her his phone. “If this is your demand, so be it. Anything else you want?”

She cocked her head and glared out of narrowed eyes. Growing a backbone in a relationship was a heady, powerful thing. “You owe me a massage.”

“Fine.” He softened a bit and gave her a half smile.

That smile was the beginning of charm, and she didn’t want any of that from him. Not when she was this vulnerable, despite taking a stand. “And this is over Monday. You become nothing to me. Vice versa.”

“Fine.” His mouth hardened again, as if he didn’t like that.

Too bad for him. Monday, this was over. She nodded and pocketed his phone, reaffirming her vow to herself and finished dressing.

Jake frowned as she turned her back on him, yanking her clothes on with angry motions. There was no way in hell she could become nothing to him on Monday. Though she had every right to make that demand, for some reason, it made him break out in a cold sweat. All scenes came to an end at some point. This one should, too. But that rationale didn’t sit well in his mind. In fact, his mind bucked like a bronc at the idea of losing her come Monday. She’d be his work wife, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

So he formed a plan.

Jake reached over to hold her hand for a moment. “Go inside, have a shower if you want. Then meet me back down here.”

“Okay. Why?” She was still pissed, but at least she didn’t ignore him completely.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She didn’t look excited about a surprise of any sort. If she was smart, she was probably right not to be excited. He knew how to become hers, completely. It scared the shit out of him, and he didn’t understand the drive he had to complete this. Some of it was because he had to do it, to leave Kate. He had to do it, for Tia. And a part of him had to, for him.

She’d been right to demand that he not contact Kate. If they were going to pretend married, then he had to face that Kate was off limits. A hard limit. He’d be putting Tia and Chase first if he went along with this.

But this wasn’t done Monday. He knew he should go along with it, but something inside him felt like it was suffocating when she put that limit on him. He didn’t do feelings. He didn’t do emotion. But he didn’t want the good feelings she gave him to wither up like dead flowers. He had to make her so happy she’d forget her demand when Monday arrived. It was his only choice.

****

Tia came downstairs, wearing the floral peasant skirt Jake had wanted her to wear, sans underwear. She had on a white shirt that was pretty with it, and the look Jake graced her with as he waited was worth the effort she’d taken to put on a little mascara. She’d never had a man wait for her at the bottom of the stairs looking like she was prom queen. Especially when she wore something so casual.

Jake held out a bouquet of spring flowers, most of them yellow, and her heart melted. He had remembered her favorite color. “Where did you get these?” She inhaled the scent of the pale, yellow rose at the center and sighed. “These are beautiful.”

“The garden.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her outside to the porch and down the stairs to stand under a tree in the front yard, one with a tire swing on one low, strong branch. “Stand here.”

“Okay. Do I want to know why?” She glanced around, wondering what he was up to. The whole thing smacked of something suspicious. She looked back at him—he’d changed into a very nice button down shirt in light blue and dressier pants, his hair neat instead of tousled. Very handsome, and he oozed sex appeal in a very dressy, classy way. Neat Jake scared her way more than cowboy Jake. “Jake? You’re making me nervous.”

“We’re going to say our wedding vows.”

“What?” She snapped her attention to his face, sure he’d lost his sanity completely. “Does insanity run in your family?” She sucked in a breath as her heart contracted, squeezing, and suddenly the air in her lungs seemed trapped, oxygen unable to escape, unable to draw in a breath.

“No, they’re all healthy and sane.” He took her trembling hand in his larger one. Her Jake, so calm, at ease everywhere he went, looked scared as hell but determined. “You ready?”

The fact that he was scared settled her just a bit. “If we’re role playing, we did this Thursday, before we got here.”

“We need to reaffirm our vows. I cheated on you. I need to say them again.”

“Jake, this isn’t real—”

“What in our life is real?” His sigh was one of frustration. “We go to work and become someone different. We go home and become someone different. We go to the club and become someone else. I’m doing this because I am done playing a role. I want to be married for the weekend. The house demands it.”

“That’s…crazy. The whole thing is insane, and frankly, Jake, you are fucked up. This house is fucked up.”

“And you’re less fucked up?” She started to open her mouth, and he shook his head. “You told me your past. You told me what you did with Chase. Tell me that’s not fucked up.”

“Go to hell.” Damn him for using that against her.

He grabbed her under the chin and drew her gaze back to him. He searched her eyes earnestly. “Do you want me to be yours for the rest of the weekend? Yours. Not Kate’s. Yours to make love to, to spend time with, because when we’re not having sex, we do have a good time, don’t we?”

“Yes.” She’d never had so much fun with a man before out of bed.

He nodded and released her chin. He looked away, out at the horses in the pasture next to the yard. “I’m tired of being second best. So are you. I want to be able to feel something for someone, even if it’s just for a snapshot in time, and not feel wrong about it.” His voice held a longing the girly girl in her echoed. That part of her wanted to feel, too.

“But why a fake wedding? Why can’t we just be…us.”

He turned his attention back to her. “Because we both need the symbolism the vows give. We need the boundaries set by what vows mean. At least, I do. You probably do, too.”

She laughed sharply. “We’re spies. We don’t do boundaries.”

“We’re normal for the weekend. This is what normal people do.”

“You have no idea what normal is. That’s your problem.” Tia poked him in the chest to make a point. “Normal people do not have a fake wedding to have fake wedding sex for a weekend. Normal people go to Vegas and do it for real.”

His eyes lit up. “Then let’s go. I can get Chase to get us on a plane in two hours. Three tops. We’ll be married by midnight. For real.”

“No!” Fucking crazy man. She had pushed him, but she never thought he’d run with her suggestion.

But his jaw set again, the way it did when he proposed they play wedding sex, and she knew she was doomed. “It’s either this, or we go to Vegas. Pick.”

“Jesus, Jake. You are crazy. I’m not going to Vegas.” The idea that he’d marry her for real to prove a point made her…weak. The weakness crept into her knees, her heart, her mind, and a part of her that wished she had the confidence to scream, yes, marry me. For real.

But the tough girl held on, and the pain in her heart intensified. Going to Vegas would kill her. Staying would maim her, but going to Vegas would surely kill her.

His thumb traced a lazy pattern on the back of her hand. “You sure? I’ll make the call.”

“Why?”

“I told you why.” His jaw set again, and he dropped her hand to cross his arms over his chest.

“No. Not why do you want this. Why do you want to hurt me like this? Do you know how much this hurts? I can’t breathe.”

He blinked at her admission. “I thought you were a masochist.” But instead of softening his resolve, he seemed to feed on the fact that she hurt. Damn the sadist in him. “I thought you liked a little pain.”

She had to get him to see reason. “Even masochists have limits to what they will and won’t do.”

He cocked his head. “Are you at the limit of what you can take? Because I wouldn’t be a good Dom unless I pushed you to that limit.”

She drew in a very deep breath and wiped the sweat from her palms. “I’m there.”

His jaw set again. So stubborn. “Then you need to do this. That right there is the reason why you must marry me for the weekend. If allowing me to be yours for the weekend hurts, then push the limits. Look how much you’ve learned after twenty-four hours with me. You’ve come five times. Five. That’s huge limit pushing.”

“An orgasm isn’t limit pushing.”

“How many orgasms have you faked? Care to share, honey?”

She looked away. Damn him, he was right.

“Pick. Vegas or here,” he commanded.

That voice… “Command me to marry you.”

He shook his head. “I won’t. You have to consent to this. Safe, sane, consensual.”

“I think you’re on the fringe of sane, ready to cross into insane.”

“Yes or no, Tia.”

That voice gave her shivers of delight mixed with dread. How could she resist him when a part of her had wanted to be married in the worst way? He was so sure, so insistent. If this was the only way that would happen, then so be it. It would be only a weekend. How bad could it be?

But somewhere, deep inside, she knew this could be very, very bad.

“Yes. I’ll marry you for the weekend.”

He took her hand again, the fear she’d seen earlier in his eyes now gone. He wanted this. If he didn’t, he was a damned good liar. She closed her eyes and just breathed, inhaling his clean scent, the flowers, and the spring air.

“I Jacob Adam Anderson take you, Tia—”

Her eyes flew open. “That’s not my name.”

“What? Why?” He frowned down at her.

“If you’re going to marry me, even for a fake weekend, you have to use my real name. Tatiana Richards is an alias—legal, but it’s not my birth name.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“Sarah—don’t laugh—Anderson.” It felt weird to say her real name after so many years of being Tia. Even weirder that they shared the same last name.

His mouth tugged into a smile. “You’re joking.”

She shrugged.

“Okay, so I, Jacob Adam Anderson take you, Sarah Anderson, to be my wedded wife for the weekend, to have and to hold, to honor and obey, to be healthy wealthy and wise, until Monday do us part.”

Hearing her real name on his lips made her shiver. The good kind of shiver. She swallowed what spit she could, her mouth so dry. “God, you’re crazy. Jake, we can’t do this.”

“I have a ring.” He withdrew a ring from his pocket, slipped it on her ring finger, and kissed her hand. “There. You’re mine. You want to say vows?”

“Do I have to? You were the bad boy.” She looked down at her left hand. It was his old high school ring, with a blue stone in the center and the name of his high school around the edge. It was too big for her finger, but it felt so right to have it there, the gold warm. Once his. Now hers.

“No, just say I do.”

“I do?” She swallowed again. This may be the only wedding she ever got, and the girly girl wanted the whole experience. “I, Sarah Elizabeth Anderson, take you, Jacob Adam Anderson, to be my wedded husband for the weekend, to have and to hold, to honor and obey, to be healthy, wealthy and wise until Monday do us part.”

He leaned in a kissed her softly, sealing the deal. “Was that so bad?”

Actually, it wasn’t so bad. As soon as she said the words of her fake vows, the cloying feeling in her throat dissipated. The ache in her heart lessened, and she felt more free than she ever felt before, which was weird, because wedding vows were the most ancient form of entrapment. Weren’t they? “I don’t have a ring for you.”

“There’s a ring in your bag you could give me.”

He had to be talking about the plastic cock ring she had in her bag of sex toys. “Be serious.”

“I don’t need anything.” He kissed her forehead. “I have you.”

She leveled a stern glare at him, because she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him, which was not a single inch. “Yes, you do need something. The minute you can call her, you will. You need reminding that you are mine.” Mine.

“Then what do you have that you can give me?”

She thought for a moment. “I’ll be back.” She ran upstairs and came back a moment later with her pocket knife. “Here.”

“A knife?”

“Keep it in your pocket. If you call her, I’ll emasculate you with it.”

“Ouch.” But he smiled at her humor.

“I think that’s enough of a reminder.” She hoped it would be. Her ego couldn’t take it if he went back on his word. He wanted this, but she had to be first. She only hoped he got her point.

“I promise I’m yours. If I have contact with her or Chase, it will be with your permission. Okay?” He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips sweet, sensual, full of promise in the briefest touch. Then he smiled down at her, and for once, Tia believed. It was in his eyes, his smile. The way he pressed his muscular form against her, his cock already hardening. He wanted her. She was his for the weekend.

But then he took her hand, tugging, and she balked. “Where are we going?”

“To bed.”

“I did that last night and this morning. It’s lunchtime. If this was a real wedding, there’d be a meal, cake, and dancing before I had to put out. Plus you promised to take me riding outside the ring.”

He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, but his mouth curved like a boy ready for mischief. “Just like a woman not to want to get to the important stuff in marriage.”

“I’ll give you sex later. Lots and lots of sex.” His forehead still touched hers, and she found herself staring at his mouth, the lips firm, curving in a small smile. She wanted to kiss him again, feel those lips on hers, her neck, sliding lower…

“Good, because I’m behind. I want you to have twenty orgasms this weekend. My wedding gift to you.”

Her breath quickened. He’d already given her five. Fifteen more sounded like a hell of a wedding gift. “Don’t let me stop you from trying.”