“Oh god.” Jake’s head went back, eyes closed. “I’m gonna come too fast.”
“Wanna race?” She smiled as she slipped the vibrator between her pussy lips, focusing on her clit, the sensation almost too good to bear.
“On your mark…” Jake muttered as she started to ride him, grinding her pussy down into his crotch. “Oh fuck…”
“Get set…” She squeezed her muscles hard around him, her pussy already contracting in anticipation of her orgasm. Her vibrator always made her come fast. Very fast.
“Ohhh!” He began to thrust up into her, unable to resist the sweet pulse of her pussy.
“Go,” she whispered, rolling her hips, feeling his swollen cock growing even bigger inside of her as she rode him. There was no stopping now, either of them. She moved in easy circles, making the same motion with the vibrator on her clit. Jake closed his eyes and drove up into her, the look on his face alone enough to send her over, but the anticipation was so delicious she tried to hold out, waiting, not wanting to cross the finish line yet.
“Rachel!” His eyes flew open when she slid the vibrator down to touch his shaft as well as her pussy, sliding up on him so the whole thing rubbed against them both as they fucked. “Oh god! What are you doing?”
“Winning.” She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her orgasm shook them both and she cried out with her release, her clit throbbing rapidly under the hum of the vibrator.
Jake groaned and give up too, giving her a few more long, delicious, shuddering strokes before burying himself to the hilt and coming up inside her. She felt every pulse of his swollen cock as he drove up into her, pushing her toward the ceiling and making her drop the vibrator and clutch him, trying to hang on.
When they were both spent, Jake pulled her close, wrapping them up in the comforter, their bodies sheened with sweat, breath still coming fast with their effort.
Rachel waited for her heart to slow, listening to Jake’s racing too under the hard muscles of his chest.
“My god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head and she remembered her hair was on the floor somewhere in the foyer.
“You better stop saying that,” she whispered, tracing a finger down to his navel.
“I’m starting to believe you.”
“Good.” He chuckled. “My evil plan is working.”
“Don’t fall asleep,” she reminded him. “You have to get home for Emma.”
“Don’t worry.” He glanced at his watch, blinking his eyes, trying to focus. “We have hours to go before I sleep. And I’m going to make you come at least three more times.”
“Aiming low, are we?”
“Gimme that thing.” He grabbed for the still buzzing vibrator and Rachel squealed and tried to roll away, but he caught her and she gave up, knowing she was going to let him do whatever he wanted, for however long he wanted.
Even if her mind wasn’t ready to accept it yet, her body knew, had known since the first time he touched her-she was his.
* * * *
Rachel could barely hold the phone. It trembled in her hand as she dialed Jake’s number and she had to sit down before he answered, only on the second ring.
“Rachel?” He must have known from the caller ID because she hadn’t said a word. “Did Nina call you?”
So he knew.
“She came into the salon.” Her voice didn’t even sound like her own, too faint and far away to be real. “She said she was going to sue me. She said…she said…”
“I know, I know.” Jake swore softly. “Rachel, turn on the news.”
“Joshie.” She put her hand over the receiver and called him over. He was gathered with the other stylists, all of them buzzing like bees about the drama Nina had caused when she’d burst in and made her little scene. Thankfully they’d only had three clients in chairs at the time and the damage to Rapunzel’s had been minimal. “Turn on the TV.”
It was a flat screen on the far wall. It was hardly ever on, but occasionally they’d get busy and a client would want to watch something. Joshie did as she asked, grabbing the remote and pushing the power button.
“What channel?” Rachel asked.
“Any local news channel.”
Her heart dropped at his words and it sank again when Joshie flipped to a local station. Nina was there, perfectly dressed, coiffed and composed, speaking into the microphone. “I’m sorry she has cancer, but that doesn’t mean she has the right to shave my daughter’s head.”
Rachel put her head on the table, whispering, “I’m going to need a lawyer.”
“I am a lawyer,” Jake reminded her.
“The salon.” She closed her eyes, feeling tears burning. “It’s over. No one will ever come here again.”
“You’re wrong.” Jake sounded angry, resolute. “I have an idea. Leave it to me.
Will you leave it to me?”
“Yes.” She was remembering the night before, the way they’d been together, how she’d felt falling asleep in his arms. She hadn’t felt that calm and safe in a long time.
Besides, what other choice did she have?
“Then let me rescue you.”
She gave a short, sharp laugh. “I’m not a damsel in a tower.”
“Sure you are,” he protested. “And I’m a white knight. Didn’t you see my horse parked around back?”
“I must have missed it,” she said faintly, but she was smiling. “Was it behind the BMW?”
He laughed. “Okay, hand the phone over to Joshie.”
“What?”
“Trust me,” Jake insisted.
“I do.” It was the truth. She called Joshie over and handed him the phone.
* * * *
Rapunzel’s
was all over the news. There wasn’t a local news station that hadn’t picked up on it, and now even CNN and the other major news networks had sniffed out the story and started to run with it. Rachel stood in the salon, Joshie by her side, staring at the screen, incredulous.