CHAPTER Three
Janelle Paine met her new boyfriend when he came into the Cat’s Crib bar where she worked. Shane Simpson was innocently cruising in his truck down by the dam one day when he’d decided to stop in to have
a drink. Janelle took an instant liking to his edgy look, and her shameless flirting was obvious right from “hello.” She didn’t plan on having an affair, and she certainly didn’t plan on leaving her husband of twelve years for a man she barely knew, but it happened.
Shane was a bad boy, for sure, and she knew he was trouble, but she couldn’t help herself. He was big and tough and tatted all over, and that’s the kind of shit she was secretly into, and Ross just didn’t scratch that itch.
At first, Janelle thought an affair would be as far as she would go, but Shane was convincing, very convincing. In his words, “Your pussy belongs to me.” So, as he pressured her more and more to leave Ross, she finally gave in.
It was not so bad when Ross was in jail, and his fate was most likely life in prison.
Even he wouldn’t expect her to stay faithful.
But poor Ross had no idea she was sleeping with someone else before he was locked up.
When Ross was released on a technicality, Janelle had to face him, and now it seemed there was a spotlight on her infidelity.
That night, when she went by the house to get a few things, she couldn’t even look at Ross.
She felt so ashamed, but not ashamed enough to tell the possessive asshole waiting for her in the driveway, revving his engine, to take a hike.
For some reason, Janelle fell hard for the crass, narcissistic man who had wooed her one day and was in her pants the next.
“Gimme a beer, Nel,” he yelled from the living room.
Janelle jumped at the chance to do Shane a favor, thinking she might get one in return.
Shane had been moody and distant all afternoon, and she knew better than to bother him when he was like that.
Shane was the type of man who would be attentive and loving on his terms, and he mustered up those loving qualities just enough to keep Janelle hanging from a string.
“Here,” she said guardedly but with an irresistible smile that even a brooding asshole couldn’t resist.
For Janelle, it was innocent. She was not trying to be seductive. She did, however, try to be cute. And when she handed him his beer, Shane looked into those eyes, and he wanted her. And when Shane Simpson wanted something, he took it, always.
From the first time he’d laid eyes on her, Shane was smitten.
Janelle was a natural beauty that he couldn’t forget.
Her eyes were the deepest brown with long, curled lashes that were intriguing and beautiful.
She was what women would call curvy, and men would define as drop-dead sexy.
Shane’s eyes dipped to her full breasts and delightfully rounded hips.
When he looked at her, he was reminded of all she had to offer.
His somber state was over, and he was ready to fuck.
“Come here, you,” he said playfully, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his knee. Janelle was wiggling and laughing and purposely sticking her firm ass up into the air.
“Look at you,” Shane said with a gruff but playful tone. “You know what happens when you put that ass in my face.”
She didn’t answer, but he was right. Janelle knew she had a spectacular ass, and of all her features, Shane loved it the most. She knew all too well that tempting him with it would bring the attention she craved.
Now, she was lying there across his lap just waiting for his big, strong hands to ravish her.
Shane rubbed her ass and gently squeezed. “You’re turned on, aren’t you, Nel?” he asked. “Yes,” was her strained reply.
“Well?” he questioned, rubbing her ass lightly. When Janelle remained silent, he felt he needed to explain. “You know you have to beg for it, Nel. I need to hear you beg. It gets me hot.”
Shane was now reaching between her legs, grabbing her over her jeans.
“I want you to fuck me,” she finally managed.
“I want you to fuck me … what?” Shane mocked as his hand was still teasing and gripping her between her legs.
“Please! I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Almost, Janelle. But you can do better.”
Janelle smiled. She loved playing this game. Her voice was now serious. “Fuck me, please, sir.”
“That’s better, Nel.” Shane’s rough hands now turned gentler, and he watched Janelle’s eyes close and her head tilt back. He let her have that moment.
“Stand up!” he said gruffly. “Take your pants off, but leave your panties on.” Shane’s eyes were locked on her every move.
Janelle knew there was a fine line between going too fast and going too slowly.
She tried her hardest to satisfy him with her actions and stripped off her pants, leaving her tiny panties on as instructed.
Pleased with her performance, Shane patted his lap with his hand, and Janelle wiggled herself into position.
Shane rubbed and squeezed her cheeks again and, without warning, gave her a slap.
Janelle let out a little squeal. She wasn’t ready, and it scared her.
But the next one was divine, and her guttural groan was proof.
And just when she had recovered, he did it again, and again until Janelle was about to break.
“Take your shirt off.”
Janelle pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing a lacy, nearly see-through bra that displayed her delightful breasts.
Shane rubbed himself through his pants to adjust. Once repositioned, he stood and cupped Janelle’s breasts in his hands, squeezing hard, making her eyes close and her head dip down.
Shane couldn’t stand it any longer. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Without a word, Janelle got on her knees and took all of him into her mouth just the way she knew Shane liked it. She would know she was done when he pulled her up to him, and then the real fun would start.
Janelle didn’t really know when she started preferring a more submissive role during sex, but Shane seemed perfect for her in that respect.
She had loved Ross, and she thought they had a good sex life, but meeting Shane was a game-changer for Janelle.
And now that she had tasted forbidden fruit, she never saw herself going back to the old Janelle in her old life with Ross.
But being with Shane Simpson was a rollercoaster ride, for sure.
His volatile temper and his moodiness were sometimes frightening and sometimes irritating.
But in those moments between his moods, Shane was irresistible.
Janelle was certain that the mind-altering sex was worth every bit of physical and emotional distress.
But lately, Janelle thought these sexual encounters were different.
She could tell that the newness had worn off for Shane, and it felt like their time together was just sex, nothing more.
While Janelle was still getting the lustful, rawness she craved, she missed the intimate closeness of having someone hold her and wrap his arms and legs around her naked body.
That kind of intimacy wasn’t possible with Shane anymore, and Janelle couldn’t understand why.
Still, Janelle was hopelessly devoted to her bad- boy boyfriend because she knew the price she had paid for that relationship.
One night last spring, when things were great between them, Shane and Janelle were drinking, and Shane had a ridiculous idea that made her laugh out loud at first. When Janelle realized Shane was serious, she grew uncomfortable.
Fearing that he might have gone too far by suggesting they frame Ross for Kelcee Meyer’s murder, Shane approached the idea from a different angle.
“It’s crazy, right? But the whole lake area is freaked out right now, trying to find this guy. We could hand them what they need, and everyone can stop worrying. And, the best part … with Ross gone, that makes you one hundred percent mine.”
As sick and twisted as this plan sounded, Janelle had melted when Shane looked at her with those sexy eyes. He wanted her all to himself. That made her heart flutter and sent her good judgment out the window.
“Just think, Nel,” he said. “This would get rid of him forever and give you a respectable reason to split.” Janelle pondered his words and watched the wild excitement in his eyes as he continued. “Who knows what he would do to keep us apart? If he went to prison, he’d be out of our lives for good.”
Janelle had to admit she didn’t like the idea of being the promiscuous wife. Framing Ross would not only give her a free path with Shane but also protect her reputation.
“How would we even do that?” Janelle asked skeptically. “It seems a little far-fetched to me.”
“Oh, it would be easy. I can take care of nearly all the details. I just might need your help with a few things, that’s all.”
Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the fact that Janelle couldn’t get enough of this man, but all of a sudden, she was seriously considering his plan.
And when he slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her, that was it.
Janelle was going to help frame her husband of twelve years.
Surely, whatever Shane needed her to do was minor, but now it didn’t matter anyway.
She decided that she would do whatever was necessary to be with Shane and protect her reputation.
That’s the power Shane had over her, and now that she was compliant in every way, she was his, and he knew it.