Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tessa
I look out the window and watch Reece sitting on a picnic blanket with her book. It’s a chapter book, a level way beyond what she should be able to read, but our little girl is special that way.
Harold sits next to Reece on the blanket, his head tucked into his wing while she reads aloud to him. The other geese wander close by but aren’t tucked into Reece like Harold.
It’s been her job to feed him ever since we found out he adores her. He’s afraid of Case, and still despises me, but it’s like he’s imprinted on her or something. As soon as she steps foot outside that damn goose’s head pops up and he starts quacking and waddling at breakneck speed toward her. The other animals love her too.
Reece turns slightly to show Harold the picture in her book and his tail waggles back and forth happily.
“Is that not the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
“It is,” Case says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His duty belt pokes me in the back. “How long do you think we have before she comes inside?”
I turn my head, shooting him a scathing look. “Behave, Officer Callen. The babysitter will be here in an hour.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll wait, but if she’s late, I’m taking it out on your ass.”
I roll my eyes, but my stomach flips with anticipation. We don’t get enough time alone together now, at least not the kind of privacy we need for him to take care of me in the way I crave, no matter how badly I behave. Although he tries to come home for lunch a few times a week while Reece is in school.
“Where are you taking me tonight anyway?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I blow out in frustration. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” I turn around in his arms and push him back so I can see him in his police lieutenant uniform. His strong chest is deliciously hard under my hands.
“I finished the treehouse last night after you ladies went to bed.”
“You did?” I grin. “I can’t wait to see it.” He didn’t rebuild the playhouse, not wanting Reece’s special place to be marred with scary memories, so he built a treehouse in a large red oak tree near the house we affectionately refer to as The Club, which is also done except for a few finishes and furnishings on the inside.
“I’ll take you guys now if you want. Mack just brought the furniture in and set it all up.”
“Oh my god, yes! Let’s grab Reece.” I turn to go out the back door when I remember Harold. Spinning back to Case, I bite my lip. “Maybe you should grab her.”
He laughs. “Chicken.”
I lift my head high. “Perhaps that’s why Jake is still my man no matter how many treats Reece feeds him. He recognizes his kind.”
“C’mere.” He yanks me against him and kisses me until I’m breathless. Then we walk across the field hand in hand to collect Reece and her evil goose.
Harold follows a safe distance from me, until the treehouse comes into view. I gasp. Reece squeals. And Harold goes into attack mode. He fluffs up, chest out and charges me like a bull as if I’m the reason for Reece’s holler.
“Case!” I practically climb Case, until he scoops me up from the ground.
“Harold! Don’t be scaring my Tessie!” Reece scolds, and as if properly chastised, Harold tucks his wings back and honks indignantly. I smile at the name Tessie. Reece started calling me that when we all moved in together. I think it means she’s accepted me fully.
“Daddy, it’s marvelous!”
“Miraculous,” I add.
“Tremendous!” Reece says with a huge grin.
“Spectacular,” I carry on.
“Astonishing.”
“Astounding.”
“Girls, girls, you’re both wrong. It’s beautirific.”
“Oh, Daddy,” Reece says in a fit of giggles. And then she grabs my hand and tugs me forward. “Let’s go!”
The inside is just as lovely as the outside, full of overstuffed, comfy kid-friendly furniture, different textured pillows, and bookshelves galore. Colorful rugs cover the wood floor and there’s a nook with a tea set already set up.
Case nudges me and winks. “So we can teach her how to have proper teatime.”
I nudge him, and whisper back, “I can’t wait to see you sitting in that little chair with your pinky up.”
“Look over here, gumdrop.” She follows her dad, and he points out a basket with a rope and lever. “It’s so you can bring Harold up here.”
Her nose scrunches. “He might poop in here, Daddy.”
That’s when I hear a little whine. A slow smile spreads on my face, and I look at my beautiful biker. “You didn’t?”
“I did.”
An adorable dirty-blond-colored lab puppy waddles out from behind some pillows and Reece falls to her knees. I fall with her, so we can cuddle the little dog, who licks our faces until we can’t stop giggling.
“Who’s giggling up here?”
“Uncle Mack!” Reece runs for the door in the floor. “Look what Daddy made for me!”
“Nice treehouse, honey,” Mack says, climbing into the little room. It feels too small now, but I smile anyway because Mack’s growing on me—slowly. And judging by his wink to me, I on him.
I turn my attention back to the puppy and Reece.
“Oh, it’s so cute!” I spin at Paige’s voice. What is she… my brow furrows. Had they come together? I look at my watch. She’s an hour early.
Rising, I look between the three adults in the room, my sneaky senses tingling.
Paige and Mack look at each other and I narrow my eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you so early?”
“No reason,” Paige replies, looking innocent, too innocent. She drops to her haunches to scratch the puppy and Mack shrugs his shoulders.
“Don’t look at me. I’m just the furniture delivery guy.” A smirk forms on his mouth. “I can leave if you want.”
“No, don’t go, Uncle Mack! Come meet my new puppy! Is it a boy or a girl, Daddy?”
“Boy, too much estrogen in the house.”
“What’s estrogen?”
“Girl power,” I reply. “And your Dad’s forgetting about Harold and Jake. There’s too much testosterone if you ask me.” I turn to Reece. “That’s boy cooties.”
“There can never be enough estrogen. But I don’t mind boy cooties as long as they’re family cooties.” She rolls onto the floor and lets the puppy crawl on top of her. “I’m going to call him Butterscotch.”
We all laugh. “Of course you are.”
Case comes up to me, puts his arm over my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Sunshine, let’s sneak away while they’re distracted.”
Biting my lip, I nod. I poke Paige just as we slip away. “Where are we going?”
“Still a surprise, Sunshine.” We don’t say another word until we’re ten feet away from the treehouse.
“Did you know both of them were coming?”
He shrugs. “Kinda.” Grabbing my wrist, he tugs me along toward the house. Not the cottage but the house. We’re not due to move in for a few more weeks. Once we do, I’ll be using the cottage as my writing cave. For now, we’re happy tripping over each other though.
“You’re not still mad at Mack, are you?”
“No, but I think there’s something going on with them.”
His brows rise before they furrow. “Really?” He shrugs again. “He does like sweet girls, and Paige is the sweetest.”
I have to skip to keep up with him now. “What are you not telling me, Case Callen?”
He stops dead in his tracks. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around, Sunshine.”
I sigh and then growl, so he puts both hands on my shoulders and turns me himself.
“Close your eyes.”
“Case! Tell me!” A stinging smack lands on my ass. “Ow.”
“Do I have your attention, Sunshine?”
“Gah, fine. Yes.”
“Good girl. Now close your eyes.”
I blow out hard but do as I’m told. When I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing he stops me with another swat to my ass. And then he puts a blindfold on me.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Start walking slowly.” I hear a very un-Case-like giggle and my brow furrows. Some scuffled footfalls follow, making me narrow my eyes beneath the blindfold, but I say nothing about it. I know a secret plan when I hear one.
I take a few steps, my arms out. “This is freaky. I can’t see, Case. I don’t want to fall and break my neck.”
I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. Squealing, I grapple for something to grab onto. “Oh my god, Case!” And then I’m dangling upside down over his shoulder.
“Stay still,” he demands as I squirm. “Or we’re both going to fall.”
“I’m too big for you to be carrying me around, biker.”
“Please, you’re practically a feather.”
I gripe the whole time he carries me, but I remain still. And when he finally sets me down and takes off the blindfold, my jaw drops open.
“Surprise!” And all my favorite people are in the kitchen of our new house— the house I sabotaged every chance I got. The house that’s so much like our love, in that it grew and became whole regardless of the number of times I tried to disrupt and prevent it from happening.
“You left it in my hands, and I ran with it,” Paige says spreading her arms out.
My eyes widen. On the counter is a stack of books, all with the same cover, a hot, bare-chested man with a motorcycle between his thick thighs and the words, The Biker Next Door, by Tess Harlow writing as Tessa Callen .
“It’s officially on the New York Times Bestsellers list too.” Paige squeals as she picks one of the pretty books up and holds it to face me.
“Already?”
“Preorders were through the roof.”
Case scoffs. “Looks nothing like me.” He takes the book and looks closer. “That’s Lady though.” His eyes fly to Paige’s and then Mack’s, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face.
“Just a replica buddy, a replica and some photoshop,” Mack says, his face also uncharacteristically grinning.
I laugh, a little dumbfounded and tug my biker closer to me.
“Your publisher wants you back, by the way.” Paige gets a knife from the drawer and my eyes land on a cake tucked in the middle of the stack of books. It’s one of those picture cakes, and on it is the cover of The Biker Next Door.
“They dropped me the second they got the third book. You’re kidding.”
“I know. And nope, no kidding here. But, of course, since you passed all this stuff onto me so you could concentrate on just writing and your family,” she pauses to ruffle Reece’s curls, “I told them to stuff their offer. Because you’re back on top, baby!”
“Right where she belongs,” Case says and then in a whisper adds, “except in the bedroom.”
I whisper, “Or in the kitchen, the laundry room, the beach, the trailer, the porch?—”
He kisses me, stopping my words.
“Okay, okay, you two. Let’s cut this cake so you can be alone to celebrate. We’ve got a date to watch Disney while eating pizza, caramel corn and cheese puffs at my place.”
“Yeah, Daddy, let Tessie cut her cake. I’m famished.”
“Could you eat a horse?”
“No, she’s so hungry she could eat an elephant.”
“I’m peckish.”
“Is your tummy rumbling like thunder?”
“Are you starvin’ like Marvin?”
Mack groans. “Just cut the cake.” He scoops Reece up and tickles her. I watch, as she twists and giggles in his powerful arms, wondering how come I never noticed how much he and I have in common. He’s demanding, used to getting his way, fights for what he wants, and is more than a tad bit grumpy, but he loves hard and is as loyal as they come. And isn’t that all that matters?
I look at Case. Hm. Maybe Mack broke him in for me because he’s been a saint to put up with all my shenanigans.
“I love you, Case Callen.”
“And I love you, Tessa Harlow.”
“And I love you both,” Reece says, still out of breath.
Later, when we’re finally alone, Case flips me over his shoulder again. This time I can both feel and see the rise as we ascend the stairs.
“Showing me the laundry room?” I query cheekily.
“Yeah, the new washer has an amazing spin cycle.” He scoffs.
Setting me on my feet, he spins me around.
“Oh.”
“Mack set it up when he finished the treehouse.”
I swallow thickly, feeling traitorous emotions creeping up. “The bed is huge.” I turn to him. “You don’t want to cuddle with me anymore?” The main suite is furnished perfectly with a big four-poster bed, complete with a puffy white duvet, and a ton of pillows. There’s a bench at the end of it perfect for… “Ooh, is that an antique fainting couch under the window?”
“Yes, and I do want to cuddle. We’ll just share your half.” He smirks. “The other half is for escapades of the sexual variety. As is this…” He walks over to a spot beside the closet, pressing the pretty white wood paneling. It pops open and inside are…
“Are those butt plugs?” I take a step toward the secret cupboard. There are nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, straps, leather cuffs, a spreader bar… and so much more.
“I decided you needed inspiration for your new kinky romance series.”
I bite my lip. “That’s… a lot.”
“Sunshine, I got nothing but time.” Tugging at the shoulder of my shirt, he slips the material down, pressing a kiss to my bare skin. I shiver, my nipples instantly hardening in anticipation.
“But don’t think I won’t use any number of these things to punish you should the shenanigan sisters decide to make a comeback. The ringleader’s ass is all mine now.” Case’s strong hand slide down my shoulder, finding my waist and the hem of my top. Pulling it off, he tosses it to the floor. My bra is next.
Spinning to face him, I tug at his work uniform. “Officer Callen, I love the way you think.”
“Hands off, Sunshine. I’m in charge here.” He pulls his standard-issue police cuffs off his duty belt and lets them dangle from his finger.
I roll my eyes and put my hands out for him to cuff me. He does so quickly, first one wrist and then spinning me, attaches it to the other. Moving me forward, he shoves me over the bed, my hands nicely secured in the small of my back.
I don’t roll my eyes then, because he makes short work of unbuttoning my jeans and removing them in one swift yank.
“Step out, Sunshine.”
I obey and he kicks the pants somewhere I can’t see. Sliding his hands across my ass, he groans.
“I do love this ass, honey.” He gives me a sharp swat and I gasp with the sting, but it instantly makes my pussy spasm. He follows with another, and I shove my ass out to receive it. Alternating cheeks, he warms my ass to a delicious buzz of intensity.
“Case, I’m so ready for your cock.”
He tsks me. “Patience, Sunshine. No quickies tonight. We’ve got hours. Mhm?”
I nod and fists my neck to pull me up. Taking me by the cuffed wrists he walks us across the room, popping another panel open to reveal a dark wood frame with metal rings in each corner. The frame slides out giving him space to circle all around. My eyes widen.
“Stand right here, honey. I’m gonna truss you up and play with you for a while.”
The rings are large enough to hold in my hands, so I test them out while he gets the leather cuffs from the toy cupboard.
“How strong are these?” I ask and he gives me a feline grin.
“Fight all you want, these could hold a bucking bronco.”
He attaches me to the rings and then admires his work. I’m locked up, arms and legs wide in an X formation. Humming, he paces around me in circles, eyeing my body and sweeping feather light touches across my skin whenever and wherever the fancy strikes him.
“Leaving my panties on?” I question confidently, as if he’d forgotten I still wear a black thong.
“Shush, little girl.” He pulls the blindfold he’d used earlier out of his pocket.
“Oh, this is extra kinky,” I say as he walks back to the cupboard and grabs a flogger.
“I’m going to have your whole body on fire for me.”
With the blindfold on, and the room nothing but sounds now, I wait for him to touch me, to speak, to do anything so I know what’s happening.
“Sunshine,” he whispers, and then I feel a wet tongue lathe up my breast to my nipple. He bites, making me yelp, and then pinches the other nipple so I tug at the restraints. He chuckles. All of it is delicious and my skin practically crackles with electric anticipation.
“Feeling helpless, are you?”
“Mhm. In the best possible way, sir.”
“Good.” A whippy sound in the air pulls my attention, first on one side and then the other. I follow it around me as it moves and then, it lands across my breasts in fast strike. It’s a slight sting that melts instantly into warmth. Wetness seeps between my folds. Another strike crisscrosses the last one, a little more stingy this time. One of the strands bites my nipple and it tingles into a hard bud.
I hiss, as the flogger lands across my stomach, then my thighs, and my calves. It rises into the air with a whoosh again and lands on my ass, this one hard, and finally softer across my back. I breathe out, but just when I’m melting into the all over buzz, one lands unexpectedly right between my legs.
I gasp, tugging on my restraints. “Gah, that…”
But before I can even finish my sentence the stinging burn melts into pleasure. He carries on and I never know where the next is going to land or if it’ll hurt and melt into pleasure or if it’ll be instant pleasure.
A particularly hard strike lands across my lower ass cheeks and I curse. “Case,” I call out, but before I can express the pain or what I want, his hot breath is at my center. Oh gawd .
He kisses me three, parting my slit with his tongue to stroke me until my knees are weak with need. “Fuck me already,” I demand, wicked pleasure coiling in me. He pinches my inner thigh to silence me and nips my clit hard. I yelp and he soothes, lapping me with the flat of his tongue.
Both of his large hands cup my ass and pull me hard against his mouth. “Oh, Case, oh, fu-uck.” He sucks and flicks my clit. I moan, rising to my tiptoes to further shove myself against his bearded face.
He releases my ass long enough to release my ankles from their shackles and I grab the rings in my hands, throwing my legs over his shoulders. He eats me as if he’s never tasted pussy before, and it’s a delicacy. My thighs are soaked with my juices.
“Please, may I come?” I plead.
He stops to answer but I pull him back with my legs and he chuckles against my pussy lips as he starts building my orgasm anew.
When the coil in my belly tightens to a breaking point, I let go, my release coming with a holler before I fall limp.
Case rises, taking me with him. Unlatching the cuffs, I fall completely into his arms. Tugging the blindfold off, he kisses my mouth. His beard is soaked with my scent and his tongue tastes of me.
“Sunshine, you need to be punished, you know that, right?” He lays me on the bed.
My eyes, half lidded lift at his words. “Hm?”
“Such a demanding brat, ordering me to fuck you, then taking your orgasm as if you were owed.” He shakes his head.
“Shall I suck your cock as penance?” I ask, wiggling my brows as I slide off the bed to get on my knees.
He moves away, heading for the cupboard to grab a crop. “I think that’s a good idea, but you’re going to do it while I whip your ass.”
He returns to his spot in front of me and I smile up at him. Reaching for his duty belt, I lick my lips. “Yes, sir.”
After his pants and boxers are off, I stare at his cock. It bobs heavily against his happy trail, and I lick up the shaft, rising up from my haunches to my knees. The first slap of leather lands just as I fist him and lick the pre cum from his glistening tip.
“Mm, it hurts so good, Sir.”
He fists my hair and shuts me up with his cock, and I suck him deep. I hear his groan and his fingers twist in my hair. Bobbing on his cock rhythmically, he starts massaging my head, forgetting about the crop for a moment.
“Yes, Sunshine, that’s it. Fucking take it. Faster.” And then his arm swings and the leather lands with a burning snap. I obey, moving my mouth over his cock faster, choking it deeper into my throat, my only goal to please him.
The crop falls again, easier this time, so I keep going, bobbing until my chin is soaked with saliva and my eyes water. Another swat burns, the snapping sound of the leather ringing out just as he growls. Hot come spurts into my mouth, filling it and spilling out of my mouth as I continue to slowly pump him in my fist.
“You didn’t lie,” I said as he falls to his knees, leaning back on to his haunches to cradle my face.
“How’s that, baby?”
“My whole body is burning for you.”
His hands thread into my hair and he kisses me. Softly at first but then as my urgent grasp tugs at him, it becomes desperate. His lips travel from my mouth to my neck, to nip all the way back up.
When he pulls back from my face, I roll my lips in a smile. We both look down at his cock which is hard again.
“Well Sunshine, I think it’s time I put out that fire.”
I move forward on my knees. Lifting my leg, I guide his cock to my entrance and sit on his thighs, easing him inside me. We both groan as he fills me, and we move together.
“I never want this fire to be put out, biker.”
“Then I’ll just tame it for a while.”
“Just like you tamed me.”
“That’s right, Sunshine, just like I tamed you.”
THE END