Chapter 3

Three

Jude

T he next morning I wake up to find myself alone in my bed. The rain continues to pound against the windowpanes and it's tempting to stay where I'm at. These tropical storms are more relentless than anything back in LA, but I love them. They mean I am home. My bedside clock flickers which means the power is back on.

I lie back, savoring last night; the rumpled sheets remind me of Peyton and her tantalizing girl cum. I swear I can still taste her sweet honey on my lips. I inhale, filling my soul with her scent. Between my legs, my cock grows thick and ready to have her again, but I find myself in an empty bed.

Under the hot shower, I marvel at how Peyton responded to being tied up last night. though a submissive, I know she's not into the full lifestyle but a little play is fun, and I'm humbled she trusted me. She got off on me taking control. And fuck did I love wringing orgasms out of her; I plan on doing that at every opportunity before Lila returns.

I push away thoughts about my promise to Oliver. Peyton is an adult and Oliver can screw off if he doesn't want me touching his younger sister. He shouldn't have brought her to LA and sure as hell shouldn't have walked her into the lion's den if he wanted to keep her pure.

I nearly laugh at the idea of anyone controlling Peyton. Outside of the bedroom, she's a force of her own. Strong-willed. Determined. But that's about as much as I know of her. Hell, I don't even know her favorite color. I've known her brother for years, but her? I feel like I've wasted months of getting to know everything I can about her and I know I said for the weekend only, but who the hell am I kidding? When Monday rolls around, it's not like my dick will switch off.

The smell of freshly baked goods drifts up from the kitchen. I'm not the only one who worked up an appetite, I see. I slide on a pair of lounge pants before I make my way downstairs.

"Good morning." From the counter, Peyton flashes me her heart-stopping grin over the edge of her shoulder. "It's raining out, and I needed an activity. I'm a stress baker, which is going to make you a very happy man this weekend."

Her bubbly explanations make me smile. She is nervous when she shouldn't be. I lean against the counter, propping an elbow on the edge, and watch her work.

A large apron is covering her top half, but I can spot the straps of what I think is a tank top, panties peek out at me as she turns toward the oven and...high heels? Odd combo but you won't hear me complaining. She looks sweet and sinful with her long hair twisted up in a messy knot at the top of her head. Several strands have fallen, and she has smudges of flour on both cheeks.

I point to the pan she just slid into the oven. "Cinnamon buns are my ultimate weakness. Hand to God, you can make me do anything in the world with one of these in your hands."

Her face lights up. "Now that I'm armed with dangerous information, I shall guard it with my life."

I point to her feet. "I like your pick of footwear." I come up behind her, winding my hands around her waist. "But I missed you in my bed." I place light kisses along her shoulder.

She shifts her weight into me, and I love the feel of her body pressed against mine. I could stay like this forever. Leave the flashing lights of the stage behind and just...be. With her.

She peeks up at me through her lashes. "I needed some height for these countertops. Everyone in your family must have been very tall. I couldn't reach anything so I grabbed these for a minute since you decided to sleep in."

"I like how you look in them. You should wear them more often."

I can feel her heart start to race and her breath hitch. My cock is already rock solid and pressing into the crease of her ass.

I rock my hips, letting her feel the full length of my shaft tease her tight little ass. "Is that fresh icing for the rolls?"

"It is," she answers and I smile out how shaky her words sound. I like affecting her like this. Knowing she wants me as badly as I want her.

"Want a taste?"

Her hands go to the edge of the counter. She angles a look at me over her shoulder and wiggles her ass, pressing back. Those pretty eyes are wide and filled with lust.

Oh, the nanny wants to play, does she?

I anchor my hands on either hip, sink my thumbs into the band of her pants and slide them down. I see the way the strip between her legs is wet, and I groan with satisfaction. I peel away the silky fabric an inch at a time, replacing the material with my palm the second her panties are around her feet.

"I do have a sweet tooth this morning." I turn her around, pick her up, and set her on the counter. The height difference between us is much less now. "But first, how about we make you more comfortable?" I roll up her tank top and pull it over her head.

The apron is narrow and Peyton's creamy breasts with their hard tips aren't even remotely covered. They turn a pretty dark, rosy pink and harden further under my gaze.

She looks down and murmurs, "We might as well get rid of this too. It's hardly doing the job, don't you think?" She reaches for the strings and plucks at them.

"Leave it on, sweetheart. It's working perfectly for me." I reach into her bowl of frosting and paint one of her nipples a creamy white with my finger. Then I cup her breast, stroking the soft skin underneath.

Peyton's sharp intake of breath pleases me.

She has soft, natural breasts that I love fondling.

"Definitely. Fuck yes. The apron stays on," I murmur.

"Yes, Sir."

Her words go straight to my cock.

I lean forward, dragging the pad of my tongue over the frosted nipple, licking slowly, before sucking the hard bud between my lips. She moans, tilting her head back, offering more of herself to me.

"That's a good girl," I murmur. "This is now my favorite way to enjoy frosting." I cover her little bud with my lips and pull it inside my mouth, sucking hard.

Peyton lets out an appreciative, "Oh, fuck yes."

It is like we are the only people in the world with the rain beating down on the windows. It can rain all weekend if that means I have Peyton to myself.

I linger on the tight peak of her nipple before releasing it to kiss her lips. The frosting mingles on our lips.

"I'm sticky from the frosting," Peyton murmurs against me.

"I'm good with that. Do you want more?" I pull my head back and tilt her chin up to better look into her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes darken. "I want your cream," she whispers. "You promised me."

"Oh, fuck, baby girl. I want that too." I loosen her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders. The dark blonde waves smell of lavender.

"Where, um, should we?" She glances around the kitchen's full-length windows which splatter with rain.

"Here." I set her down on her feet again. She is so petite. The top of her head just comes up to my shoulder without her heels. The caveman in me pictures her barefoot and pregnant in this kitchen. I don't want to think about why that is such a turn-on for me.

She sinks to her knees, those feminine hands of hers settling softly on my waist.

Ok, I like this view too.

With her head raised, and those pretty honey eyes locked on me, her fingers shake as they hook in my waistband.

"You ok with this, baby?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer.

She looks up at me from under her lashes and I'm lost. My balls tighten at the heated expression in her eyes. "Yes, Sir."

Oooh fuck.

Shyness still clings to her, but she is trying, and seeing her on her knees in front of me, those tender pink lips only an inch away from my cock, has me spilling pre-cum.

I groan, leaning back against the counter. Outside these windows, the sea crashing against the shore usually helps me find peace. But I know after today; I will never enjoy this view again without thinking of Peyton just like this and ready to pleasure me.

She eases my lounge pants off my hips. Since I've skipped briefs, my thick cock juts out. I glance down to see the pink tip of her tongue wet her lips.

I can't wait for that mouth of hers on me.

I will claim her again. At the thought of her lips around me sucking me off, I feel dizzy with need. It's only been a few hours since I fed her tight channel my seed, but I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this.

She reaches in and rolls my balls in the palm of her hand as she lightly licks the crown of my cock.

I grip the counter behind me. I am straining for her to take me, all of me. She kisses the tip of my cock, and then she opens her mouth, taking it inside her hot mouth. She sucks just on that, and my whole body thrums with pleasure.

I palm the back of her head. "Take all of me, baby girl. That's it. Just like that. God, you're my heaven."

Peyton sinks down my length until my cock touches the back of her throat. Her sexy slurping is the only sound beyond the rain.

My blood pounds through my veins. It is delicious torture. I am torn between wanting to fuck her pussy again versus shooting my load and claiming her mouth as mine too. This woman is the total package. I already know she is intelligent, loving, and loyal. Now I want to claim every part of her. That mouth of hers is a miracle, and I want to make her mine in every way.

She hollows her cheeks and glides up and down until my balls are ready to explode.

I tighten my hand in her loose hair. "I'm going to come in your mouth unless you stop," I grind out even though I am dying to. But I need her to find pleasure in this.

Her fingers dig into my ass cheeks as she sucks me deeper, ignoring my warning.

When I look down, she is leaning slightly forward with her bare ass sticking out. Oh, I can't wait to claim that too. And when I do that, she will be begging me to let her come.

I brush her long hair over her shoulders and tighten my grip.

Her humming turns to moans as she increases her pace.

"Fuck, baby, stop. I want to come in your pussy."

But Peyton has her own idea. She works my cock up and down, making the sexiest sounds as she does. My eyes threaten to roll back into my head, but I force myself to watch her. I want this memory seared into my mind forever.

My orgasm hits me with such force I empty my load into her with a cry of pleasure. Stars dance before my eyes as ribbons of my thick cream empty down Peyton's sweet throat.

I open my eyes to find her smugly staring up at me and licking her lips. "I love the taste of your cream." Her voice is low and throaty as she licks at my crown, catching the last few drops from falling.

"As much as I love seeing you on your knees," I say, pulling her into my arms. "Come here, baby girl."

Peyton quickly wraps her arms around me. I rest my cheek on the top of her head. Her combination of sweet and sexy is potent. My ultimate weakness is no longer the sweet treat baking in the oven. No. It's her. My weakness is her and she might ruin us all.

Even after that life-changing blow job, my cock is still hard. Fuck! This is what this woman does to me. It is like also being in her vicinity makes me ready to pound into her. The more we fuck, the more I want her. She is a drug that I want in my system all the time.

But she is holding back from me. There isn't anything specific I can put my finger on, but I'm good at reading people. It's in the way she won't hold my gaze too long. And the way her eyes look haunted when she stares out at sea. Peyton covers it well, but something deep roils within her.

And I am going to find out what it is.

She doesn't know it, but I've kept a pretty close eye on her as part of being here caring for my daughter. Knowing Peyton is Oliver's sister got her in the door, but I've hired people to check for drug habits and other nasty stuff in her life.

Except for a small-time hustler boyfriend, Peyton came up clean.

There is something there, though. I can tell.

How? Because I have a few skeletons in my closet too and I know the signs.

My parents may have died in an accident, but it was because their getaway plane crashed in dense fog. They were skilled jewel thieves at a time when laying low in the Bahamas with stolen merchandise was a good idea. Most people don't pick to live in the Bahamas when there are more convenient places closer to home. Vacation, sure, but if you don't bring it, this island doesn't have it. Given the glam life my mother loved, this place didn't offer the lifestyle she craved.

What the island did offer was sanctuary and neighbors with similar backgrounds looking for a safe haven. Back in my parents' day anyway.

I've always been suspicious by nature with a history like that. I've even started out following in the family biz, but I realize technology has changed the stolen merch market. Being in a rock band is appealingly straightforward compared to the possibility of prison. It wasn't hard to give it up.

Whatever Peyton is hiding, I will find out. Her nature is to share her emotions. The relief she shows when she can be who she is with me assures me of that. It is just a matter of time. She will come to trust me with more than just her body, I'll make sure of it.

By midafternoon, the sun breaks through the clouds, and last night's rain is only a memory. The island's lush greenery is full of birdsong. This place is paradise. My heart is content to be sharing it and my bed with Peyton.

I am less thrilled that we are leaving the house for the evening. It isn't because I want to, but rather I've agreed to perform at the private charity event on the island weeks before arriving. And I am taking Peyton as my guest. I tell myself it is the right thing to do by showing her around the island. But that isn't the real reason. Deep down, I want to make it clear to everyone she is mine. I try to not think about it too much, though as it only complicates things. Still, I am a selfish bastard who wants what I want.

One of the many things I love about this island is that usually, it is blissfully free of social obligations. Tonight's Smuggler's Bay Annual Charity Bash is hosted by Jamie and Thomas Luther.

Back in the day, they were friends with my parents, which makes them potential thieves in my book. I question every single connection that leads to my past where my parents are concerned. But I can't say no to a charity event to help the island children, so here we are.

It is late afternoon when Peyton walks into the living room wearing a short pink dress with white lace. I've left her alone to get ready, but I am getting antsy for her presence. I realize I should've been careful about what I wish for.

The flirty hem hits midthigh and shows off her shapely legs. Her delicate shoulders are bare but for the graceful sweeps of hair that have fallen from an elegant braid she worked her hair into. I'm dying to know the flavor of gloss she's wearing on her lips so I cross to her and lean in pressing a tender kiss at the corner of her lips.

Strawberry. Fuck. My cock jerks away.

"Let's stay in tonight," I say, unable to take my eyes off her. "I can cancel it. I'll just donate a nice hefty sum to cover everything. Hell, we can go down to the orphanage tomorrow and take the kids everything they'll need for school this fall."

Her face lights up with a smile, and she bites her lower lip. "We should do that anyway."

"Consider it a date then."

She sighs a pretty little sound that has me thinking I've won.

"You can't though. Cancel I mean. Everyone is looking forward to seeing you. Unless it's my dress you don't like?"

"It's not the dress. I'm going to spend the night with a hard-on thanks to your body and hours of thinking about how best to make you scream for me once we're back home."

"I can live with that." Her voice is low, and she looks at me from underneath her lashes.

Yeah, I am officially in trouble. I am crazy about this woman.

"Let's get going," I grumble. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave."

Peyton wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my shoulder "Thank you, by the way. I love your home, but it'd be great to see a bit more of the island."

I palm her face in my hands, turn my head to inhale the fragrance of her shampoo as her soft body clings to mine. "I might as well admit it now. I am going to kill whoever stares at you during the party. That is a reasonable plan, right?"

She leans her head back and licks her plump lips in a way that goes straight to my cock.

I run my hands possessively over her ass and pull up her hem. "Is your pussy wet?"

"I guess you'll just have to fantasize about my answer until after the party. We're going to be late," Peyton whispers against my neck.

I love the feel of her lips against my skin. My finger traces the globes of her ass. I wonder if my nip marks are still on them. I stroke down her ass crack. She shivers and clings to me tighter. I slip one hand inside her thong, letting the thin lace rub across the back of my hand.

Peyton widens her stance. My girl is hoping for a quick finger bang on the way out the door.

"Did you need something, baby?" I brush her clit with my thumb.

"Please, yes, touch me," she begs, her hips rising in invitation.

I let my hands drift away from her very wet pussy lips and settle them on her round hips. With a snap, I shred her panties.

"Oh!" Peyton startles, but that changes into a throaty moan.

"No panties tonight, Peyton." I hold up my prize and smell all the girl cum I teased from her before shoving them into my pocket.

Those pretty golden eyes are wide as she looks up at me. "Aren't you going to fuck me, Jude?"

I let out a string of curses. The memory of being inside of her is branded in my mind and I want to have her wrapped around me again, milking my length. "If you're a good girl and I don't have to fight every man there tonight who looks at you, I'll take care of you when we get home."

Since when did I start thinking of this as our home?

Oh fuck. I am horny as hell, irritated I have to share Peyton and far from happy I'll be singing to a bunch of drunk tycoons this evening. "Come on, before I change my mind."