Siren in the City

Chapter Four

Abby stared at herself critically in the bathroom mirror of the suite Sam had checked them into not an hour before. It was a ritual most women approaching forty performed on a regular basis. She snapped the front closure on her brand new La Perla bra and wished it had a little more support. It looked so beautiful in the shop. Sam’s eyes had glazed over when he’d seen it. He’d snatched up the emerald green bra and matching thong, saying it would look gorgeous against her fair skin. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Her boobs weren’t what they used to be. She didn’t even want to turn around and be confronted with the sight of her ass in a thong.

It was hard getting old, she thought as she considered herself in the ornate mirror. The Club’s suite was the most decadent room she’d ever been in. It came fully equipped for BDSM play with hooks in the ceiling and walls. The bathroom was bigger than most hotel rooms, and the mirror was something else. It took up one whole wall of the bathroom. Between the wall-sized mirror and the one over the sink, a woman could see herself from every angle. There was no getting away from it. She was going to be thirty-eight this year. She stared at the little lines around her eyes and thought about the strikingly beautiful woman who had shown them up to their suite. She’d been a lovely blonde and couldn’t be older than twenty-five. Abby had a daughter approaching that age. Lexi was twenty-one. Though she hated herself for doing it, she’d watched Sam’s reaction to Sally. She smiled. Abby doubted Sam would be able to pick her out of a crowd. He’d paid very little attention to her despite her perfectly toned body.

Abby wondered if Jack had met the lovely Sally.

“Now, see, I can feel your anxiety from the other room, gorgeous.” Sam came up behind her, and his hands curled around her shoulders.

She looked at the two of them in the full-length mirror. Sam was wearing jeans and a tight, white T-shirt that molded to his every muscle. He had a boy next door sexiness about him that always got to her. Like Jack, he was five years younger than Abby. He hadn’t even reached his prime, while she was on the other side of hers. It was one of the dirty little tricks Mother Nature played on the female of the species. Men got more attractive as they approached forty, and women just got older.

“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking?” Sam let his hands find her curves. His mouth came down on her shoulder, dropping little kisses across her skin. Everywhere his mouth touched, she felt the skin come to life.

“Probably not.” He wouldn’t understand. She didn’t want to bring him down with her insecurities.

“Abigail,” Sam said, his voice going hard. “Lean forward and press your hands against the mirror. Spread your legs.”

Abby looked at him. She wasn’t offended by the change, merely curious. “What are you playing at, Sam?”

He stepped back and gave her a dark look. His arms crossed his chest, and his sensual mouth became a flat line. “I’m playing at being your Dom, and if you can’t obey me, we won’t be in that club tonight. If you can’t give me the same respect you give Jack, we might as well just have dinner in town and find a movie to watch. It isn’t safe for you to go in there without protection.”

He was right about that. Abby leaned forward, pressing her hands against the cool glass of the mirror. Her curiosity about The Club grew every time Sam mentioned it. She figured she should be discouraged at Sam’s words, but she just found herself more intrigued. She spread her legs wide. She knew what Sam wanted. It was something Jack enjoyed. Or used to, Abby thought, then let it drift out of her mind. She concentrated on finding her balance in the five-inch Jimmy Choos Sam had insisted she wear out of the store.

“That’s more like it.” Sam’s hands stroked along her thighs. “I like this, Abby. I love how these shoes make your legs look a million miles long.” He gently snapped the back of her thong. “And I love this little piece of string between the cheeks of your hot little ass. It looks very sexy on you.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on the small of her back. Because he was Sam, he couldn’t just leave it there. His tongue came out and traced a line just to the top of her ass where her cheeks met.

Abby sighed as she felt the sweet stirrings of arousal. Her pussy was already soft and ripe. She needed this. She needed Sam. She moaned and pushed back against his hand when it cupped her pussy. She stirred against him, wanting his fingers in her cunt. A sudden thought split through her growing need. “Someone will be delivering those packages soon, Sam.” They’d gone a little crazy and bought far too much to cart back on the motorcycle. The stores hadn’t minded shipping everything to Julian Lodge’s building.

He got down on his knees in between her legs. Abby now saw why he was so insistent on the shoes. She was petite, but the shoes put her at the perfect height for his mouth to reach her pussy.

“No, they won’t.” Sam breathed the words, and she could feel the heat of his mouth through the scrap of silk she wore. He ran his tongue over the silk. “I put a sign on the door. Trust me, baby, that sign means something here. No one’s going to disturb us.” He slid his hands under the sides of the thong. “This is pretty, but it’s getting in my way. It’s time to take the wrapping off my dessert.” She obediently let him drag the undies off. Sam pressed his nose right into her labia. He breathed in deeply. Abby knew he loved her scent. Sam was an incredibly tactile lover. He used his thumbs to part her folds. She watched him from above. He reveled in the cream he found dripping from her pussy.

“I love how wet you get,” he muttered before leaning in for his first taste of the day.

Abby groaned as his incredibly talented tongue swiped across her pussy. Her clit was already begging for his attention. She could feel it pulsing with need.

Sam teased her. His tongue laved gently while his thumb just barely penetrated her. He set a steady, maddening rhythm that had her panting, but kept her just on the edge. Just a single inch in and then out again with his thumb. His tongue whirled tantalizingly but as soft as a whisper. It felt exquisite, but it wasn’t anywhere close to enough.

“Do you want to come, baby?” Sam’s deep drawl hummed along her flesh.

“Yes. Oh, please.” Abby moaned as his thumb began to thrust firmly into her channel. She pushed down against him. It was something Jack would punish her for, but Sam ignored. He got too involved in the sex. He got lost in the feeling and forgot to remain in control of the encounter. Sam’s tongue lashed against her clit. Abby pressed against the sensation, riding his tongue. Again, it was something Jack would have spanked her for. By this point, Jack would have her tied down so she couldn’t disobey again. Well, that’s what the old Jack would have done.

Sam just sucked her clit into his mouth while he fucked her with his fingers. Abby felt her womb clench, and the orgasm rolled over her like a warm wave. Sam pulled his fingers out and his face came up, catching her eyes and connecting them. She knew what he would do next. He slowly, lovingly licked his fingers clean.

“I love the way you taste.” Sam’s blue eyes were filled with anticipation as he got to his feet. He placed himself between her and the mirror. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. She could taste her orgasm on his tongue. His hands found the front closure on the bra he’d insisted she buy, and suddenly it hit the floor. He cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples.

“It’s my turn, baby,” he growled. “Get on your knees.”

He was trying. He just didn’t have Jack’s authority. Abby obediently got to her knees. Sam was always impatient. He already had his jeans and boxers around his knees, and his big dick was in his hand. It was a gorgeous cock. It was big and perfectly shaped, from the bulbous head all the way to his tight balls. Abby leaned over and swiped it with her tongue. She gathered the pre-cum dripping from the head and eagerly drank it down.

“What do you want me to do?” Abby tried to lead him along. He should be barking orders. He should be directing her.

His smile was bright, not dark and dangerous. “Get me hard enough to fuck you, baby.”

Abby sighed. He was already hard enough to pound nails. He was never going to successfully play the Dom. Maybe he could pass, but not if anyone looked closely. Sam was a happy-go-lucky guy. He was light where Jack was dark. Abby ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the head. She might miss Jack’s dominance, but she knew she was damn lucky to have Sam for a lover.

“Baby, suck harder, please,” he practically begged.

Abby sucked him deep, taking him into the back of her throat. She pulled back. She gave up on the teaching portion of this sexual episode. The truth of the matter was she didn’t want Sam to be Jack. She loved him the way he was. Her head fell back, taking in Sam in all his glory. “I believe you said something about fucking me, Sam.”

“I did, indeed,” Sam replied with a breathtaking smile. He kicked off his pants and pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossing it to the sink. He hauled her up and into his arms.

Abby felt delicate and feminine as he carried her through the suite. This was just what she needed to feel good. It was hard to worry about age or sagging boobs when a gorgeous hunk of man would do just about anything to fuck you.

Sam tossed her on the king-sized bed and was on her before she could breathe. He spread her legs wide, making a place for himself. His hard cock was inside her in one powerful thrust.

“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good.” Sam started pounding into her. He kept her legs far apart leaving her completely open to him. “Next time we go shopping, I’m going to take you into the dressing room and fuck you from behind. I won’t give a damn if they hear us, either.”

He probably didn’t care if the neighbors heard them right now, Abby thought as he hit that perfect spot. He filled her up and made her glow. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts. Abby felt everything in her tighten and release as Sam slammed into her, hitting her G-spot with his dick as he dragged his pelvis over her clitoris. Abby moaned, not caring if anyone heard her, either. A second after she came, Sam followed. His hoarse shout filled the room as his semen poured into her body.

Jack tried Abby’s cell phone again. It went directly to voice mail. He cursed out loud and slapped at the wall of his hotel room. He’d tried Sam’s phone three times already. They were pissed off, and he couldn’t blame them. He shouldn’t have left a note. He should have explained the situation to them in person. He knew why he hadn’t done that. There was no way Abby and Sam would have let him come here to deal with this alone. He didn’t want either of them involved with his biological family. He wanted the Camerons to stay far away from the little family he’d made with Abby and Sam.

Jack opened the curtains. Night was starting to fall, and the city below was lighting up. If Abby and Sam were here, they would be getting ready for dinner. Abby would slip into a sexy little dress. Sam would hamper her every move. He would try to get his hands on her even while she tried to cover up. Jack would finally have to order Sam to leave their wife alone or they’d miss their reservation time.

He loved watching them play. Jack watched the lights come on, illuminating the street beneath him. He let his forehead touch the glass. He knew he was stuck, but he wasn’t sure how to get out of it. When he closed his eyes, he still saw that gun pointing straight at her heart. He saw it in slow motion over and over again. He saw Ruby Echols hold that gun up and knew it was about to take Abigail from him. He dreamed about it almost every night, though sometimes it was Sam instead of Abby who was in the line of fire. In his dreams, he failed and they died. Jack was left alone, and that was the worst nightmare of all. He was such a selfish bastard. He was lucky they put up with him at all. He always had to have things his way. Why couldn’t he ever learn to compromise?

Jack took a deep breath and tried to banish his dark thoughts. He had a sudden idea. He dialed the number to home.

“Barnes-Fleetwood residence.” Benita’s voice was brisk and professional.

“Benita, it’s Jack,” he replied. “Do you know where Abby and Sam have gotten off to? I’ve tried for the last several hours, but I can’t seem to get either of them to answer their cell phones.”

Now his housekeeper sounded a little put out. “I only know that they left a note. It seems to be the theme of the day, Mr. Barnes.”

He heard the accusation in her voice and winced just a little. Benita had been with them a long time. She considered herself a motherly figure. “What did the note say?”

“Which one?”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh a bit. She was also a little saucy. “The one I didn’t write, Benita.”

“All right. It was from Mrs. Barnes. It says she and Mr. Fleetwood are going to be gone for awhile. They seem to have some shopping to do.”

That explained it. They had driven into Tyler for the day. It was the closest city of any size to Willow Fork, and it had a shopping mall. They were probably seeing a movie or something. That explained why they didn’t answer their phones. It was a little revenge on him for walking out the way he had. He didn’t begrudge them.

“Thank you, Benita. Just let them know I called.” He hung up with his housekeeper and rolled his eyes as the wall of his little room started to shake. They were at it again. He swore the people in the suite next door were trying to set a world record for fucking. The man in the room next door might be fooling himself about his dominant nature, but he certainly had stamina.

There was a knock on the door. Jack opened it and was handed a suit on a heavy hanger, wrapped in pristine plastic.

“Mr. Lodge requests that you wear this when you join him in the private dining room. It’s a forty-two long, sir,” said the bell hop, who probably also served as a bartender. “It’s Hugo Boss.”

Jack grabbed a twenty to tip him. “Umm, great.” Jack closed the door. He could have all the money in the world, but he was never going to know suit designers. His obstinate refusal to join the world of the label lovers had always bugged Julian. Jack just didn’t need to know he had the best. He liked his Levis and cared way more about how a pair of boots fit than the name on the label. He thought about the outlandish amount of shoes and clothes the woman next door had bought. He hadn’t bought Abby anything since he purchased her wedding ring. Women liked gifts. Maybe he should have Julian’s sub pick out something pretty and expensive for her. She could pick up something for Sam while she was at it.

Jack shrugged out of his clothes while he thought about the problems with that scenario. Sally the sub would probably ask all sorts of questions like what size Abby wore. Jack doubted that his professional assessment of “she’s hot with an amazing rack and an ass I love to fuck” would really give Sally a fair starting point. He made a mental note to find out Abigail’s size. He would write it on a little note and keep it in his wallet.

The mental picture of a small diamond choker around Abby’s throat made Jack stop in his tracks.

He walked to the phone.

“Yeah, this is Barnes in 1502. I need a personal shopper. Yes, I’ll be up here.”

Jack finished getting dressed. He could tell the shopper exactly what he wanted, a diamond choker for his Abby and a new watch for Sam.

Maybe it would make up for that note.