Blissfully Taken (Blissful, #4)

  “You are perfection, Jenny. Your Cherokee skin, that dark little mound, those pink inviting lips…” he bent down and took a long, hot lick of her sex. “There is nothing as perfect as you.”

  “You, Dan,” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “No, my love. I am your complement, but you are the prize.”

  Jenny was touched by his words and wanted him inside her that instant. Jenny wiggled seductively on the car. “Partake of me, Complement.”

  She giggled as Dan awkwardly stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He crawled onto the hood, lying on top of her. Her giggles instantly quieted when his shaft pressed against her opening. “Dan…”

  “Yes?” he asked, remaining completely still.

  “I need you.”

  He pressed his cock harder against her inner lips. “Is this what you need, woman?”

  She nodded, smiling up at him. Dan slowly pushed the head of his shaft inside her warm depths - and then stopped. He leaned over and kissed her. His cold lips pressed hard against hers, creating a fire in her core. Her inner muscles squeezed his shaft and he growled in appreciation. He inched a little further in.

  Jenny cried, “More of you…”

  His white smile glowed in the moonlight. “More? You are at my mercy, my love.” He pulled out and rested his shaft against her swollen lips.

  “No! Please…” she whimpered.

  He chuckled and reentered her, his shaft already cold from the momentary exposure to the air. “You are too hot for me to resist.” He thrust hard and Jenny arched her back in response, wanting his full length. He placed his hands on either side of her and began sliding in and out rhythmically in a slow controlled manner, his cock igniting the fire even further.

  Her nipples ached in tight constriction while her loins coated her lover in her dripping adoration. She looked up at Dan, the moon a halo around his face. “I love you, fiancé.”

  He groaned and possessed her then. Dan enclosed her delicate wrists with his strong hands as his lips commanded her mouth and his cock released its passion. She moaned, rejoicing in the repeated thrusts of his masculine ownership. He knew her body, knew how to make her combust in unquenchable lust.

  “Baby…” he breathed just before his body tensed and his eyes closed in rapture. Jenny concentrated all of her focus on his shaft as it shuddered, cherishing his orgasm. She lay there panting afterwards, content with the weight of his body pressing down on her.

  Jenny assumed their session was over but Dan slowly stroked her with his spent shaft, rubbing that area he knew so well. She felt the tension rise and the fire ignite into a growing inferno. There was no stopping the surge that crashed over her and stole her breath away. Her body milked his cock with its rhythmic tightening. The fact he was no longer hard, made her come that much more intense as she felt the fullness of each contraction. This time she was the one shuddering afterwards.

  “Baby, Baby,” he whispered in her ear.

  She wrapped her legs around him. “I love you, Dan. You’ll never know how much.”

  They lay in the freezing mountain air, lost in the afterglow. They were a couple now, exclusive lovers. It was an incredible feeling, incredible except for the harsh chill creeping into her bones…

  “Dan,” she said, struggling underneath.

  He smiled down at her, not moving. “Yeah, Baby?”

  “I’m getting cold.”

  “Are you, my love?”

  She struggled harder and was met by his chuckles as he pressed her against the hood with his body weight. She growled playfully, certain she could topple him off the car. She twisted and squirmed, but when that didn’t work she tried to tickle him. He easily captured her arms and held them back down. She was utterly defenseless. “Dan!”

  His laughter filled the forest. “What, my little Kumquat?”

  “Get off me,” she commanded.

  “But I like having you at my mercy,” he purred into her ear.

  She struggled unsuccessfully and was about to complain again when his lips met hers, taking all resistance away. She became acutely aware that his cock had recovered and was pressing against her thigh. “Oh…”

  “See what you do?” He slipped back into her seamlessly and began pumping her a second time. Having just come, her body was immediately responsive and throbbed in time with his thrusts.

  Dan pulled himself up. “Your breasts are so big and luscious, woman.” He cupped them in each hand and then braced himself against them as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.

  Jenny stretched her arm up, touching the windshield with her fingertips. She looked up at the few stars bright enough to compete with the moon as he took her again. The feeling of being held down by his large hands pressing against her breasts added a raw element she hadn’t experienced before. She thrilled at the feeling of possession. I am Dan’s.

  His thrusts were more pronounced this second time - deeper, demanding and hard. “You… feel… so…good,” he panted in time with each stroke.

  She panted with him, her body building up to a dangerous level, so intense it felt as if it might rip her apart. The freezing temperatures no longer mattered as her body tensed for a massive orgasm. Her hips thrust up violently and Dan’s cock met her perfectly. They both cried out as her body convulsed in a powerful explosion. Jenny strained against his strong hands while he held her in place as her orgasm claimed her. She screamed into the night, alerting all the wildlife to her climax.

  “That’s it, Baby,” Dan said lustfully.

  It seemed to go on forever, and somehow he maintained control until after her last contraction ended. Then he gritted his teeth and pumped her slowly letting his shaft fill her with his seed. He collapsed on her then and she wrapped her arms around him. “How do you do it?”

  “What?”

  “Share new facets of yourself each time?”

  He lifted his head and brushed back his hair all sexy-like. “You are my muse, I am continually inspired.” Dan gave her a ghostly white smile and helped her off the hood. They dressed in a rush and piled back into the car, shivering from the cold.

  Dan turned the heat on full blast. Once Jenny stopped shaking, she drifted off to sleep. But she woke with a start when the car jerked.

  “What happened?”

  Dan turned off the heat and unrolled his window, letting wind whip around the car. “Remind me never to have mind blowing sex just before a long drive in the dark.”

  “You fell asleep?”

  “Nodded off for a second, but that’s all it takes.” He turned towards her. “Mind if you keep me company the rest of the drive down?”

  Jenny unrolled hers as well to rid herself of the need to sleep. Even with the cold blast of air on her face, all she wanted to do was close her eyes. To keep herself awake, she found her favorite station and turned up the radio. At one point, she saw his eyes flutter shut. “Dan, wake up!”

  His head jerked back up and his eyes popped open. Dan slapped his face a couple of times, before turning to her. “Thanks, Baby. I won’t let that happen again.”

  He leaned forward and spent the rest of the long, difficult drive with his eyes glued to the road. Both of them were exhausted by the time they finally made it to John’s place. They made their way to the couch and curled up together, falling asleep in their clothes.

  Jenny woke up to, “Hey, Sleepyhead!” She cracked open an eye and saw John staring at Dan. He tilted his head and asked, “Could you wake him?”

  Jenny wiggled against Dan until he began to stir. John told him, “That Ryan guy stopped by last night wanting to talk to you. Just thought you should know.” He picked up his keys and turned back to them. “By the way, it’s almost eight. You’re late.”

  Both Jenny and Dan rolled off the couch. She looked at his rumpled hair and laughed, knowing she must look as unkempt. “I don’t have time to change. Think anyone will notice?”

  “If they do, I’m sure they’ll have a good idea why and fe
el only jealousy.”

  “Good.”

  As the two headed out the door Dan said, “I think I’ll visit Ryan after work. See what he wanted last night.”

  “Okay... I hope it goes well,” she said with trepidation.

  “I’m not worried. Ryan has every right to confront me. We both need to square things.”

  The day went smoothly with only one person commenting on her clothing. Lucky for her, it was a slow day of trading. Jenny stopped by the grocery store after work and picked up items for lasagna. Knowing that Dan would be gone for a couple of hours, she decided to take the time to create a nice, hearty meal. John came out of his room and patted her on the back when he saw what she was making.

  “Hot damn, I love having a woman in the house.” With that, he disappeared into his bedroom again and shut the door with no offer to help. Typical man.

  Jenny had just topped the noodles with fresh mozzarella and was stuffing it into the oven when Dan appeared at the door.

  Her hand flew to her mouth the instant she saw him. “Oh my God, what did he do?” She flew across the small apartment focused on his red, swollen eye.

  “Ryan sucker punched me. Didn’t see it coming.”

  She shook her head in disbelief. “Rye did this?” She tried to caress the tender area, but Dan grabbed her hand and kissed it before putting it back to her side.

  “Yeah, Ryan was seething with rage. It is a side of him I have never seen before, but…I can’t blame him.” He walked over to the couch and sat down, laying his head back. “Fuck that was nuts.”

  Jenny grabbed a bag of peas out of the freezer and sat next to him, gently laying it over his eye. He opened his one good eye and smiled sadly. “Thanks.”

  “What happened, Dan?”

  He groaned and shut his eyes again, remaining silent for several moments. “Ryan is pretty torn up. I thought he wanted to talk, but really all he wanted was to punch the shit out of me. He got one good hit in before I could defend myself.”

  “Does he look as bad?” Jenny asked, worried for both men.

  Dan snorted. “No, Baby. I held him down until he didn’t have any fight left.”

  She couldn’t hide her disbelief. “How is that possible? Ryan is no shrinking violet.”

  “I have an arm hold that immobilizes even the strongest man, although I’m sure he will be sore in the morning. After Ryan stopped threatening to kill me, we talked or at least tried to.”

  She asked quietly, “What did he say?”

  Dan looked nauseous when he answered her. “Jenny… he cried. I have never seen Ryan…” he turned away from her. He muttered, “He’s struggling.”

  She shrunk away from Dan. It felt wrong that they were so happy while Rye was suffering so profoundly. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

  “He blames me for everything like you said, and is convinced we were having an affair long before the cabin. Ryan claims we’ve played him for a fool. But it is not just that.” He looked at her in concern. “His work is going badly. His assistant quit and he has a new temp who doesn’t know what she is doing. It’s affecting his productivity and possibly costing him the Jr. Partnership. He’s got nothing left, Baby. He looks… terrible.”

  She knotted her hands in worry. “What are we going to do?”

  “There is nothing we can do. You and I continue forward with our plans. Whether we go through with our marriage or not, Ryan will hurt the same.” He stroked her cheek. “It is the loss of you that he is mourning most.”

  “I feel so awful, Dan.”

  He took the bag of peas off his eye and said with conviction, “If you and I weren’t so right, I would question our actions. However, I have never felt such certainty before. We are meant for each other. I will not allow anyone or anything to tear us apart.”

  “Even when it crushes your best friend?” she whispered.

  Dan winced but answered, “Even then.”

  Jenny cuddled up to him, laying her head on his shoulder. She whimpered softly, “Are we going to hell for this?”

  “No, Baby. Time will prove us right. We just have to get through this part. It’s like birth; it squeezes like a mother fucker, but then you see the light and breathe in life-sustaining air.”

  Vendetta

  That night, Jenny was desperate for connection with Dan. She needed to feel his comfort and physical connection. She lay beside him on the couch resentful that they could not be intimate.

  “What’s wrong, Baby?”

  She whispered, “I need you.”

  He held her closer and kissed her, but it was not enough to ease the ache in her soul. “I need you, Dan, but it’s not possible.” She looked in the direction of John’s door. The light was still on and she could hear him talking to himself.

  “I’m sure I can oblige you, my love.” Dan’s fingers slipped under her long pajama shirt.

  She stopped him. “We can’t! I don’t want John to come out and catch us. Just the thought of it gives me chills.”

  He murmured in her ear. “Chills can be a good thing.” His hand returned to its task, lifting the hem of the shirt higher and disappearing between her legs. Jenny closed her eyes, wanting him to continue despite her qualms. She started grinding against his hand, marking his fingers with her wet excitement. His finger slipped into her opening and she only let out the barest of gasps.

  Jenny felt Dan pull down his sleeping trunks. Her loins tingled in anticipation as he tugged at her panties. She was hesitant, but unwilling to stop him because she needed to feel his shaft inside her. She stifled her cry when the round head of his cock pressed against her outer lips. She opened her legs slightly to allow better access. Dan pressed harder and his shaft slipped into her just as John opened his door. Dan became stock still.

  They watched John head towards the kitchen without looking at them. Dan adjusted the blanket, but didn’t pull out. Jenny’s heart beat rapidly as she lay there.

  John grabbed the pan of lasagna from the fridge and cut a large piece, placing it in the microwave and hitting the power button. He looked over at Jenny. “I can’t resist good Italian food. Damn thing has been calling to me for hours.”

  Dan grumbled, “But you already had two pieces not that long ago.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’m like a camel. I must fill up to capacity.” John eyed the piece hungrily as it spun behind the glass.

  They both watched John take the plate from the microwave after the beep and then sit down at the table to eat it.

  Jenny groaned inside. Dan’s hand traveled to her stomach as he readjusted and pushed his cock in deeper while asking John, “You sure you don’t want to eat that in your room?”

  John looked up. “Sorry man, I can’t stand having food in my bedroom. I’ll try to eat fast, but I heated it up too much. The cheese is burning my tongue.”

  Jenny wiggled her ass against Dan while telling John. “Don’t feel you have to rush. No need to burn your mouth on our account.” She lay her head down as if she was going back to sleep.

  Dan moved centimeters only, thrusting imperceptibly in and out. Every nerve ending in her body was focused on his incremental movements. She resettled, helping his shaft to penetrate more deeply.

  This connection was what she needed, what she had been impatient for after Dan’s revelation about Ryan and his assurance they were meant to be together no matter the cost. Being connected again, she was in agreement. They were two people who were made for each other, like Romeo and Juliet. No matter the cost, no matter the consequences, their love could not be denied.

  Dan laid his head next to her head and breathed warmth into her ear. “I love you,” he whispered as he continued stroking her a centimeter at a time.

  She heard John blowing on his meal, smacking his lips, trying to eat quickly so they could ‘sleep’. He had no idea what he had stumbled into. There was a sense of wicked fun, making love in front of another without the person’s knowledge. Jenny readjusted again, hoping she wasn’t being too
obvious. Dan groaned a little too loudly, causing John to look up at them.

  “I am hurrying as fast as I can, man. It is not my fault Jenny makes a killer lasagna for a Cherokee.”

  “Mom was Italian,” she sighed longingly.

  Dan shook his head at John and grasped her hips, concentrating the head of his cock on that spot he knew so well. The incremental movements began to have their effect. Jenny felt her nipples hardening, her heart pounding in her chest from his effort. She struggled not to move as the rhythmic pulses began.

  She lost connection to everything but the feeling of Dan inside her. Jenny held her breath as wave after delicious wave washed through her. When her body finally relaxed she felt Dan stiffen as his essence permeated her being. She forgot herself and moaned softly.

  “Okay, okay! I’ll leave. You don’t have to be so dramatic, Jenny.” She heard John throw his plate in the sink before heading to his bedroom and shutting the door.

  Dan chuckled in her ear, “Yes, my dear, don’t be so dramatic when you come.”

  She turned her head towards him. “You are a bad man, Dan Hayes, a very bad man. If John only knew he would kick us both out.”

  “That… or he would ask to watch.”

  She buried her head in her pillow and giggled. But a random thought of Ryan surprised her and she fell silent.

  “It’ll be okay,” Dan said, pulling her closer. “We will all make it through.”

  Jenny held onto those words the next morning. On her drive to work, she kept seeing visions of Ryan with tears in his eyes holding his hand out to her. It weighed so heavily on her soul that by the time she got to work, her stomach was in knots.

  The moment she entered the office, she knew something was off. The place suddenly got quiet and every eye turned to her. She looked around nervously and giggled like an idiot. No one said a thing. She felt the fight or flight instinct take over, but she willed herself to walk to her desk and sit down. On her keyboard was a picture. She was kissing Dan while Ryan looked at her lustfully, his hands on her breasts. In large red letters across the bottom it read, “Whore!”