Page 66 of Sunshine
I look at the clock. “It’s almost nine. I’ll keep my thumb holstered, Mr. Biker, if you start working at ten am, but not a moment sooner.” I sigh. “It’s your own fault, Case. We agreed on this, remember? When I got you thrown into the back of the cruiser.”
“Aha!” He points his long thick finger at me. “You admit it!”
“Ten am, biker. Like we agreed.”
“Not like we agreed, Tessa. Like you coerced. Coercion and blackmail are illegal.” Case swears loudly enough that Jake starts flapping from ground beside the porch. “You’re impossible! You and your damn guard chicken!” Jake lunges up at him and Case blocks him gently before storming off across the field.
Maybe I was just goading him now for entertainment, but I had never written so many words in my career this easily and I had to keep that going.
After another few hours of work, and an incredible number of words, I text Case.
Tess:
Feel free to come deal with me now. I’ve made you lunch.
Case calls me. “Is this a trick?” he asks when I answer.
“Nope. I’m ready for my punishment, and a properdicking. “
“Christ.”
I hear his breathy groan of need through the phone and my mouth widens in a smile before he speaks again.
“Naked. Now, Tessa.”
There’s a sense of urgency in the muffled sounds through the mic before the call cuts off, so I scramble to the bedroom, stripping off my clothes so fast I trip over my pants getting back to the kitchen. I’m wearing nothing but a smile when he bursts through my door three minutes later.
There’s little time to feel nervous as he looks me up and down in full daylight in my grandmother’s kitchen, while he’s fully clothed. And the only thing blocking his view is a plate with a man-sized sandwich and a dewy glass of lemonade.
“Lunch is served.”
He ignores the sustenance, only removing it from my hands to set it on the counter.
“You are a sight, Sunshine. Turn around.” He reaches over his shoulder, yanking his shirt up and over his head.
I’m stuck for a moment, staring at his hard, sculpted chest and that sexy-as-hell nipple ring. But when he clears his throat, a noise I recognize as a warning, I do as I’m told. Spinning for his inspection, my face flames with heat. He’s seen me naked enough times now to draw me from memory by now, but I still feel shy when he scrutinizes me.
He grabs me when I get halfway, pushing me over the kitchen table. His palm claps across my bottom cheek in an indiscriminate way and I moan. It’s sharp and burns hot right away since my rear is still sensitive from my last spanking, but I’m too aroused to really feel much pain. The swat just makes my clit zing with need.
“This ass.” He sucks air in through his teeth. “Blushing pink and so warm to the touch, is so fucking sexy. But, Sunshine, my naughty, naughty Sunshine, you need to be taught another lesson.” He spanks me again, this time deliberately, and I tuck my bottom to avoid the next. “But with only twenty minutes for lunch, I think a punishment fuck is in order.”
I have no clue what that is, but my pussy throbs for it anyway. I bob my head. “Yes, sir.”
He chuckles darkly at my words but my mind blanks at any retort I might give because his large, callused hand cups my mound, his middle finger set right at my slit. I think I might faint with want as his finger gently tickles my lips but doesn’t part them. I shift, urging his finger to slide between my folds, but he doesn’t give in to my encouragement.
I can hear his smile when he leans down to whisper in my ear. “That’s where I tease and fuck you to the brink and stop before you get any satisfaction.”
My eyes widen. He can’t be serious, can he? Looking over my shoulder, I roll my eyes at him. “That’s not punishment, biker, that’s marriage.”
He chuckles and the feel of his breath on my ear and his hard cock against my ass makes me shiver.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine, this punishment is only temporary—not a life sentence. I’m gonna make sure you get yours and get it good, but first you’re going to be so fucking hot and bothered all afternoon you’ll think of nothing else but my tongue and cock.
I open my mouth to tell him I’ll just get myself off but he speaks before I can.
“And don’t even think about it. If you rub one out without my permission, I’ll use that brush on you again, only I won’t be so nice about it.”
He’d only used it that once, but if I recalled correctly there was nothing nice about it. At least not until after he was donespanking me with it. Butterflies explode inside me and a trickle of desire seeps between my folds. Who knew I was so into this kinky shit?
