Taking What's Theirs (Siren Publishing LoveEdge) Page 2

  “You look very pretty, Abby. Is that short for Abigail?”

  “Yes,” she had murmured to her hands that were folded in her lap.

  “I like Abigail. Do you mind if I call you by your full name?”

  “No. I don’t mind.” He could call her anything he wanted to, she thought dreamily, just as long as he didn’t ditch her.

  She was trying to think of something to say when Jessica had turned to them from the front seat and started asking Jamie questions. He had answered them patiently. He was twenty-four years old. He had wanted to be a lawyer since he was a kid. He had enjoyed his summer internship but was excited about returning to law school. Abby knew her parents had no idea that he was that old, but would they have really cared? They were just happy she had a date and wouldn’t miss going to the formal.

  Jessica continued to be very attentive. Abby began to wonder if maybe she wished Jamie were her date. Marty was cute, but Jamie was drop-dead gorgeous. He and Jessica looked like they belonged together. She, on the other hand, didn’t look like she should be in the same car with an Adonis that she knew was no match for her in any way, shape, or form.

  While he was talking to Jessica, she had a chance to study him without being observed. She couldn’t help but drink in everything about him. Did he have any idea how attractive he was? He didn’t come off as being arrogant. His dark brown hair was thick and wavy and his eyes were kind with long lashes. When he did glance her way, he smiled. He didn’t look at her like he didn’t see her. She knew he would probably talk to her if she could answer him in more than monosyllables.

  Of course, Jessica had no problem keeping up the conversation. Jamie listened, continued to smile, and answered all her questions. Abby couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Marty, who couldn’t seem to stop himself from interjecting inane comments into their conversation. Jamie tried a few times to bring Abby into the mix, but she found herself tongue tied for the most part. It was embarrassing how her words seemed to be stuck to the roof of her mouth. To her relief, he finally gave up and allowed her to just listen.

  The formal was pretty much what she expected. A fancy dance where everyone was trying to outdo one another. However, she was glad she was there. Several girls had eyed Jamie dancing with her in disbelief. Feeling a sense of pride, she tried to ignore their knowing smiles that told her they knew she had been setup on a date with someone way too good for her. Well, she couldn’t fault them for that. There was no denying the truth.

  After the last dance and a short speech from one of the alumni sponsors, the formal was officially over. Once the good byes were over, they all went to Jessica’s and changed into something more comfortable. Next on the agenda was Larabee’s Restaurant for something to eat. Abby wasn’t hungry and had just opted for an appetizer. Once again, Jessica monopolized the conversation. Abby knew instead of resenting Jessica, who was a natural flirt, she should be grateful to her friend for making her own awkwardness less apparent. And normally that’s exactly how she would have felt, but with Jamie it was different.

  Jessica announced without preamble that they were going to a party at Mark Lander’s parents’ lake house. Abby held her breath. It wouldn’t have surprised her if Jamie had said he couldn’t go and tried to make a quick exit. After all, his obligation was over. However, to her surprise, he had readily agreed.

  When they arrived, the party was in full swing. Several kegs of beer were on the porch as well as a huge bucket that someone said was full of grain alcohol and fruit. Some kids were also smoking pot. If they were doing anything more, Abby didn’t want to know. Everyone was over eighteen, but she knew her parents would not have been pleased by the unsupervised party that was getting louder by the minute.

  Jamie poured himself a beer and offered her one. He was asking her a question. She couldn’t focus on what he was saying because for one, she was still completely intimated by his good looks and two, the music was loud enough to make it hard to hear her own thoughts let alone hear what someone else was saying. She was about to ask him to repeat his question when two girls she hardly knew came up to him and started flirting like she wasn’t even there. In Jamie’s defense, he had grabbed her hand to bring her closer to him. She wanted to die. He must think her so pathetic.

  She said she had to go the bathroom and left Jamie with his admirers. He had offered to walk with her, but she wanted to be alone. When she came out of the bathroom, she could see the girls were still hanging all over him. Instead of going back to stand awkwardly at his side, she poured herself another beer and found an empty seat on the living room sofa. She wanted to go home, but Jessica and Marty were having too good a time dancing to leave. She suspected they were about to find a room by the way they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Jessica had never made it a secret she wasn’t a virgin and hadn’t been one since junior high school.

  At least fifteen minutes had passed before Jamie came looking for her, probably out of guilt. He found her and sat down on the sofa next to her.

  “You didn’t come back,” he reprimanded her softly. “You shouldn’t let those girls get to you. You’ve got it all over them.”

  “You are kidding,” she couldn’t help but blurt out.

  “No. I’m not kidding. You just won’t let yourself see it. I mean, yeah, they’re pretty right now, but they’re already peaking. It’s not going to get any better for them. But you—you’re beautiful and you’re only going to get more beautiful with age.”

  She felt herself blush. Why was he being so nice to her? She had given him the perfect opportunity to ignore her and find someone more suited for a man that obviously had no trouble attracting the opposite sex. And yet here he was, having sought her out as if he wanted to be in her company.

  She knew his attentiveness had to be act, but he made her want to believe every word that came out of his beautiful mouth. How would it feel to have his lips pressed against hers? Mentally shaking herself, she tried to push such foolish thoughts from her head. And yet, they persisted as she allowed herself to indulge her fantasy. What would it be like to be wanted by a man like him? To have his hands caress her body, manipulating her with desire as he made love to her? She might be a virgin, but she had read enough romance novels to know there was a part of herself she had yet to explore.

  She lowered her eyes, afraid he would see what could only result in her own humiliation and his pity. She trembled slightly with the knowledge that regardless of how meaningless it would be for him, she would give anything for just one kiss.

  Chapter Two

  “You want to go for a walk?” Jamie asked her, downing his plastic cup of beer. “This music is enough to give you a headache.”

  Glad to be anywhere but on the sofa and looking at him with puppy-dog eyes, she said yes without hesitating.

  They walked around to the back of the house and down a path through the woods toward the lake. Eventually they came to an opening in the woods that led to a wooden dock that extended out into the water. Jamie walked out ahead of her. When she followed, he turned to her, his dark eyes looking into hers expectantly.

  “There’s something about you, Abigail,” he started, his hand touching her cheek.

  She watched him, mesmerized by his voice and the feel of his hand. She could do nothing but look helplessly back into those eyes that wouldn’t let her look away.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked softly.

  She nodded. “I’ve never been with anyone before.”

  “I knew you were a good girl.” He smiled, before his lips came down on hers in a soft but sensual kiss.

  Abby felt the breath leave her body. She hadn’t been kissed since sixth grade when Bobby Loudon had stolen a kiss from her at the park behind the tool shed. She realized now that had not been a kiss. This was a kiss. Her heart was beating a lot more rapidly now than it had been then and for good reason. The heat it generated inside her had her wanting more. She had never felt anything like this before. />
  When he lifted his head, she opened her eyes.

  He smiled. “I can’t take this any further, you know that.”

  “Of course not. It was nice of you to kiss me,” she said coolly, masking her feelings and the fact she wanted to cry.

  “Stop, it Abigail. That’s not what I meant,” he said sternly, as if she were a child that had displeased him.

  She looked up at him in surprise. Was he mad at her?

  “What I meant was I don’t want to take advantage of you even though, believe me, I want to. You have the most beautiful skin and your eyes make me want to get lost in them.”

  Could she really be hearing him right? What had Marty said to him to make him think he needed to say such things to her? She felt herself bristle.

  “Don’t say those kinds of things to me,” she said, choking on her anger before taking a step back. “I find it humiliating that you think you have to feed my ego. How pathetic did Marty make me sound?”

  “What the fuck,” he said, his eyes glittering dangerously at her. “I don’t like your tone or what you’re implying. No one makes me say or do anything. You’re being very disrespectful. What you need is a good spanking to bring you to your senses. You have no idea how much that idea appeals to me.”

  She felt the heat of embarrassment burn her cheeks as she blinked. He thought she was disrespectful and he wanted to spank her? She felt a slight shiver run up her spine. He was even sexier when he was mad. However, there was no way he thought she was beautiful and he shouldn’t have said it.

  “I’m not stupid. I know what I look like and I know I’m not pretty.” Even though everyone always told her she had pretty face, she never believed them. “And I’m overweight. I’d rather you just ignore me than lie to me.” She turned quickly to walk back down the dock to the party that she could hear through the trees. She needed to get away from him and his lies.

  Jamie grabbed her shoulder and spun her back around, slamming her body into his. She gasped. She tried to pull away, but he didn’t release her. Instead, he brought her closer to him by pressing his hands into the cheeks of her ass to grind her into him.

  “Can you feel me, Abigail?” he asked gruffly, his eyes glaring into hers. “Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you?”

  She could feel the heat of his anger and could see the lust in his eyes but it was the bulge in his pants that made her believe him.

  “No,” she said, her breath catching in her throat.

  His hands moved from her ass and slowly traveled upward over her hips to cup her breasts. The warmth of his touch penetrated her skin through her clothing. She should tell him to stop, but the truth was she didn’t want him to. She felt an ever-increasing ball of heat in her belly that spread lower between her legs.

  “You shouldn’t have called me a liar,” he said fiercely, his breath caressing her ear.

  She didn’t try to stop his lips from traveling downward until they found the hollow of her neck, or his fingers that began to slowly unbutton her blouse. If anything, she threw her head back to give him easier access. She couldn’t imagine that he found her attractive, but maybe he was just horny. He made her not care as long as he didn’t stop his sensual assault.

  “Touch me, Abigail. Feel what you do to me.” He groaned into her hair, grinding himself against her before he reached between the folds of her shirt and forced her breasts out from her bra. His eyes never left them as he twisted her hard nipples. Her nubs grew more sensitive from his rough touch that only intensified her desire. She looked down and moaned softly as he sucked each one into his mouth.

  “That feels so good,” she choked out.

  His hand suddenly come down hard on her ass. She jumped.

  “I told you to feel me. If you don’t do what you’re told, I’ll have to give you that spanking. You know that.”

  “I’m sorry,” she breathed. She had never felt more alive or excited in her life.

  Shocked, she knew she wasn’t sorry she hadn’t followed his command, only that he hadn’t spanked her even harder. He was seducing her with a mixture of pain and pleasure that had her body crying out for more. It was intense, incredible and so unlike anything she had ever thought she would desire. Her body responded to his like an instrument that was being played to perfection by a man who was well trained in getting exactly what he wanted from a woman. Nothing mattered at this moment except how much she wanted him.

  He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. She gasped when she saw his penis. It was big, thick, and pointing right at her.

  “I’m glad you’re sorry. Now prove it to me and touch me,” he demanded, his voice thick with his need.

  She wanted to touch him. She reached down and ran her fingers across the head of his cock as he used her shoulders to push her down onto her knees. Feeling bold, she ran both hands up and down his shaft. She couldn’t believe she wanted to kiss his cock, but she did.

  As if reading her mind, she heard him groan as he fisted her hair and forced her lips to his cock. She opened her mouth and tasted him. He was warm, sticky, and a little salty. She licked him and took as much of his cock as she could inside her mouth. She knew this was wrong, but it felt so right. She wanted him in her mouth. She felt him stiffen.

  “That’s it, baby” he said, his voice gravelly. “Have you ever done this before?”

  She removed her mouth from his cock and looked up at him. He was staring down at her, his eyes glazed with lust. She felt empowered and yet, could she really believe that he was turned on by her? Maybe not her, but he did like what her mouth was doing.

  “No,” she whispered. “Never.”

  “Fuck,” he said. “You’re good at this. Too good for a beginner.”

  “I like the way you taste,” she whispered, lowering her head once again.

  “Keep sucking me, baby,” he ordered.

  Without a second thought she did as she was told. Her hands instinctively moved up and down his cock. She followed with her mouth. She loved how he was groaning in response to what she was doing to him. With an oath, his entire body shook. His cum spurted out from the head of his cock. It gushed down her throat. She kept her mouth on him until he yanked her hair back and drew her lips off his cock.

  He looked into her eyes, his voice still shaky. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

  Tears sprung into her eyes. Why had he said he was sorry? Had she been that bad at it? She looked away from him, wishing she could die.

  “Abigail,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

  “Why, so you can tell me how much you wish I were someone else?”

  “No!” he said sharply. “I’m not sorry about how you made me feel, just that I didn’t show more control. I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “Right. I understand. We should get back to the party.”

  “You don’t understand anything.” He sighed. “What you just did was beyond awesome, Abigail. You made me forget everything except you and how much I wanted you to do that to me. I’m not used to letting myself go like that, especially after I promised myself I was only going to kiss you.”

  He released her hair. She wanted to believe him. But it didn’t matter, did it? What mattered was that she had loved him with her mouth and he had liked it. She now wanted to clean him with her mouth. “Can I lick you? I like the way you taste.” She looked away quickly. She couldn’t believe she had just asked him that.

  “I know this is a cliché, but who are you and where have you been all my life?” He smiled. “Yes.”

  She smiled, too. Opening her mouth, she took his now semi-hard cock and swirled it around gently. She then milked him to get the last drop of his cum. She had heard about blow jobs but she had no idea how pleasurable it could be for the girl, too. When there was no more cum to clean from him, she started to get up off her knees, but he stopped her.

  “I’ve gone this far, there’s no way I’m not going to taste you, too.” />
  His eyes glittered from the moonlight as he pushed her down on her back. His body followed hers. His hand cupped her pussy through her pants. Gasping for air, she pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes widening in surprise. Just his touch there and she was throbbing with desire for him. She couldn’t believe how eager she was, but he made her feel so good. Could he really want her as much as you wanted him?

  “I want to give you something,” he said softly. “But first, let’s get you naked.”

  She could feel a tiny frisson of fear well up inside of her that was quickly squelched, knowing she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her. No one had seen her naked since the last time her mother had given her a bath when she was six. Would this ruin everything? She closed her eyes as she felt her shoes and socks being taken off. God, she hoped her feet didn’t smell.

  He waited. “Didn’t you hear me, Abigail?” he asked, his voice sultry but firm.

  “Please,” she said softy. “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. I want to see you. All of you. Now, Abigail.”

  “Here? But what if someone sees us?”

  “Everyone’s at the party. No one’s coming down here. And besides that, we’re so far out on the dock no one would see us before I saw them.” His eyes bore into hers, “I want to see you naked.”

  Mesmerized by his voice that commanded her to do as she was told, she lifted her butt as he unbuckled and then unzipped her pants. He peeled them off her body leaving her wearing only her pink bikini panties. She tried to cover herself, but his hands were too fast as he secured her arms above her head before she could stop him.

  “Please,” she whispered, until able to look at him. “Don’t look at me.”

  “I like looking at you,” he said, using one hand to slip his fingers into her panties while the other still held her. She felt his fingers caress her before they opened her labia and continued to toy with her. She couldn’t help but move her hips in response. These feelings were wonderful and new to her. She closed her eyes and wiggled into his fingers. He was doing strange things to her. Things that made her want to taste him again.