Chapter 17
Jesse
Every inch of her was on fire.
Her bottom still burned slightly, though it certainly hadn’t been the longest or the hardest spanking she’d ever endured.
And the rest of her… the rest of her was nothing but heat and electricity, coming alive under her woman’s hands.
Small, familiar hands, though they were far more calloused than she remembered, likely from the day-to-day duties of running what amounted to a small farm. But even though time may have changed the texture, it hadn’t changed her body’s response to those hands.
Or Edie’s tongue, she realized as pleasure arced through her at that first slow lick. A cry ripped from her throat as she arched up, tangling her hands in Edie’s hair.
“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Just like that.”
Edie’s chuckle vibrated against her clit, and a shiver of pleasure ran up Jesse’s spine. This was everything she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
Her Daddy’s growled order had Jesse’s eyes flying open to meet his heated gaze. He was still standing off to the side, watching them but not touching. Controlling the scene, but still giving them the space they so desperately needed to reconnect.
She’d never loved him more than she did in that moment.
“I want to watch your eyes when she makes you come, little outlaw.”
“Yes, D-Daddy!” Gasping with pleasure, she forced herself to keep her eyes locked on him as Edie slowly, leisurely showered her with pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised in that same low growl. “Edie, put your fingers in our girl’s pussy and get them nice and wet.”
With a little hum of agreement that had another flash of pleasure racing through Jesse’s veins, Edie did exactly that. Two slender fingers slid into Jesse’s pussy, filling and stretching her as Edie slowly fucked her all while working Jesse’s clit with her tongue.
“Good girl, Edie.”
Hearing her Daddy praise someone else should have filled her with jealousy. She’d never been the type to share.
But this was Edie. She wasn’t just someone they met at a club or a party. She wasn’t some random hookup they’d decided to bring into their bed to spice things up a bit.
She was… everything.
And watching her Daddy’s expression, the hunger, the need so openly on display, she realized he was enjoying this almost as much as she was. It wasn’t just something he was enduring for her sake.
Which only heightened her own enjoyment to the point she could barely stand it.
“Daddy, please,” she whined, rolling her hips to try and get just a bit more pressure on her clit. A little more was all she needed to send her flying. “I wanna come, Daddy, please.”
“Not yet, little outlaw. Edie’s going to fill your pretty bottom first.”
Edie’s fingers stilled, and Jesse nearly wept when she lifted her head to look over at Grant. “Sir?”
A smirk lifted the corner of Daddy’s mouth. “You heard me. Our girl loves it when you fuck her bottom while you eat her pussy.”
Oh, god. Hearing those crass words directed at her always made her hot in a squirmy, embarrassed sort of way. Hearing them about her, but to someone else just made her all that squirmier.
And hotter.
“Jesse? Is that what you want, baby?” Edie asked, her tone uncertain. Of all the things they’d done during that one wild summer they’d had together, they’d never gotten around to butt stuff, so this was new territory for them.
Not for Jesse, though. Giving Edie a reassuring smile, she nodded. “Yes, Edie. It’s what I want. Please?”
Some of the uncertainty faded from Edie’s expression. “Okay, baby. If you’re sure.”
“I am.” She returned her gaze to her Daddy’s face. “Daddy knows best,” she said with a giggle.
Edie groaned, but Daddy’s smirk deepened. “That’s right, little outlaw. Daddy does know what’s best for his girls.”
His girls. There was a wealth of promise in those words that had her skin flushing even hotter. How she hadn’t simply burst into flames right there on Edie’s couch, she wasn’t sure.
But then Edie’s finger was pressing against the tight opening of her bottom hole, and all of Jesse’s attention was drawn to that questing digit. With a soft whimper, she forced herself to relax. If Edie thought she wasn’t enjoying herself, she’d stop, no matter what Daddy said.
“Oh, god.” Groaning, Jesse tightened her fingers in Edie’s hair as she pushed one finger inside her. The burn wasn’t nearly as bad as when Daddy finger-fucked her bottom, but she still felt undeniably full. “Edie… god, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare come yet, little girl. You’re going to wait until Daddy says so.”
Tears blurred her vision as the pleasure Edie was so expertly building threatened to overwhelm her. “Daddy, please.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he said with a low chuckle. “But you can do better than that.”
The heat infusing the rest of her body rushed to her face. She hated actually saying the words, and he knew it. “Please let me come, Daddy.”
“Closer. Try again, little outlaw.”
How was she supposed to think with Edie’s finger slowly moving in and out of her bottom, and her tongue doing those beautifully wicked things to her clit? “Daddy, please. I need to come so bad. I need, oh god, I need my bottom fucked harder so I can come. Please, Daddy, please, please, please.”
“You heard our girl, Edie. Give her what she needs so she can come all over that beautiful face of yours.”
The finger in her bottom stilled, and for one terrible, seemingly endless moment, Jesse was terrified Edie might rebel. Though she obviously had some submissive tendencies—and wasn’t that interesting news—Edie had never been the type to simply do as she’d been told.
If she chose that moment to test Grant’s authority, Jesse might actually kill her.
To her knee-weakening relief, Edie didn’t rebel. Quite the contrary. She followed Grant’s orders with complete and utter abandon.
The finger in her bottom moved faster, harder, giving Jesse the burn and bite she loved so much from that particular act. And those slow, lazy circles she’d been drawing with her tongue? Gone. Edie was no longer just eating Jesse’s pussy.
She was devouring it.
Pleasure coiled in Jesse’s core, and she could no longer follow her Daddy’s orders to keep her eyes locked on him. Her head thrashed side to side as her hips bucked beneath Edie.
“Daddy, please. I can’t… I can’t… I need to come, Daddy, please.”
She thought she might actually die if he continued to deny her. But thankfully, he seemed to be feeling magnanimous at that particular moment. “Go on, baby. Let Daddy hear you scream.”
Scream she did. Loud enough she was pretty sure they could hear her all the way in town. She screamed as the pleasure exploded inside her, sending molten hot rivers of it through her veins. She screamed until her throat was raw and she finally collapsed onto the couch, her body drained of every ounce of pleasure.
Even with her ears ringing, she could hear the praise her Daddy was showering her with. No. Not just her.
Her and Edie.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and rough with his own need. “That was perfect, girls. I’m so proud of both of you.”
Warmth of a different kind spread through her body as she grinned up at him while Edie pressed slow, lazy kisses up her belly, over the swell of her breasts, then up the side of her neck before finally taking her mouth again. She could taste herself, mingled with a taste that was uniquely Edie, and just like that she was nineteen again, on the shore of a lake, falling in love for the very first time.
She wasn’t even aware she was crying until she tasted her own tears.
Edie
Breaking the kiss, Edie brushed her thumb across Jesse’s cheeks, wiping away the trickle of tears. “Baby. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” Jesse answered with a baffled sort of laugh. “Just… memories, I guess. Of that first time.”
Edie’s own memories crowded her in an instant. But instead of their first time together, it was their last. She hadn’t known it was their last, not at the time.
Jesse must have, though. Because after that she’d been gone, and Edie had been left behind, shattered and broken by the loss of her babygirl.
What the hell were they doing? At some point, Jesse and Grant were going to go back to Hollywood. And she’d be left behind once again, alone and heartbroken.
Jerking out of Jesse’s arms, Edie sat up, her frantic gaze sweeping the floor for her clothes. “This was a mistake.”
“What?” Hurt and confusion flickered across Jesse’s face as she pushed herself up. “Edie? What’s wrong?”
“This! All of this! God, how could I have been so fucking stupid?”
“Enough.” Grant’s voice rang out, and Edie’s head snapped up to meet his infuriatingly calm gaze. “Take a deep breath, Edie, and tell us what’s going on.”
“I don’t need a deep fucking breath. I need my clothes.” Panic filled her chest, making it difficult to take any kind of breath, nonetheless a deep one, and she grabbed for the first pair of jeans she saw. Shoving one leg then the other through the denim, she realized they were slightly baggy, which meant they were probably Jesse’s, but she didn’t care.
She just needed to get something on her body so she didn’t feel so fucking exposed.
“Edie, stop.” There was worry now, beneath the steel in Grant’s tone. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”
No shit, Sherlock.
Ignoring him, she grabbed her t-shirt and yanked it over her head without worrying about her bra.
“What are you doing?” It was fear in Jesse’s voice, more potent even than the worry in Grant’s had been. “Edie, talk to me. Please.”
“Can’t. I need to get out of here.”
She was practically blind with panic now, racing for the front door. For her keys and her boots, which were thankfully right where they always were.
But before she could grab either, an iron band wrapped around her middle, lifting her up into the air. Panic blossomed into outright terror as she fought against her captor with everything in her.
She was pretty sure she caught him in the kidneys as the breath whooshed out of him, followed by a string of rather inventive curses. But he still didn’t put her down.
Not until they reached the couch. At which point she was dumped rather unceremoniously across his lap.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Giving you about thirty seconds to calm down before I help you calm down.” Despite how even his tone was, the threat was clear.
And still, she couldn’t find her calm. Couldn’t find anything inside her except fear and panic and grief. “Fuck you.”
“Door number two it is,” he said with a sigh before yanking her jeans down to her knees. They were baggy enough he didn’t even need to unbutton them.
At the first crack of his palm across her ass, she froze. It had been so long since anyone had dared to spank her, the sheer shock of it seemed to short-circuit her brain.
She’d forgotten how much a spanking could hurt.
But then a second swat landed, jolting her out of her stunned state. She came alive again, struggling and fighting with everything she had to escape.
Red. Say red and he’ll stop. Any Dom worth half a shit would honor that word.
And yet, of all the words that came flowing out of her mouth as he lit her ass on fire, that wasn’t one of them.
“You need your mouth washed out,” he growled, moving his attention to that sensitive crease where ass met thigh.
“Try it and I’ll shove that soap up your—Ow! Goddammit, Grant!”
All her threat had earned her was a set of painful spanks across the backs of her thighs before he returned to her ass.
Other than the comment about her language, he didn’t bother to lecture her. He just kept spanking, and she just kept fighting, until she finally hit a wall. Completely drained, she went limp over his lap, her breaths coming in deep, shaking gulps of air.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand over her scorched flesh. “Deep breaths for me, little pixie. That’s a good girl.”
She had no idea how long she lay there, filling and emptying her lungs at his command before he finally pulled the borrowed jeans back into place and helped her sit up. Cradling her on his lap, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
And for just a moment, all her problems ceased to exist, as if the spanking had simply wiped them away. Closing her eyes, she snuggled into him. For the first time since her husband’s death, she allowed herself to draw on someone else’s strength.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found Jesse, still stark naked, staring at them like they were some kind of alien species.
“What the fuck just happened?”