5. JW

FIVE

JW

I had planned on driving by and checking whether Maeve's car was in the parking lot. My hand had a mind of its own, flipping the blinker up and making the turn into Whisked Away's parking lot before my eyes even locked on her car. Today was my lucky day. Both her delivery van and personal car were parked off to the side. I should have known something was off by the lack of other vehicles or people walking on the sidewalk. A few moments later, after parking my truck and walking inside, my hackles were raised. Maeve stood on a dining room chair hammering a nail into the wall, not a soul in sight, and I reacted. She didn't hear me, and all I thought about was what could happen.

"I think it's pretty clear what I'm doing, Mae," I finally answer. She's remained quiet while I made the walk with her in my arms, wishing like hell she'd wrap her legs around my waist. She doesn't. Instead, her body is stick straight minus her hands on my arms. The tips of her fingers dig into the back of my arms even when I place her on the metal prep countertop. This conversation won't be for potentially prying eyes. The last thing I want is a customer, her family, or my family walking in on us.

"Uh, actually, no, it's not." Her hands drop away from me. I step closer, causing Maeve to spread her thighs. My thoughts go to her being naked, spread-eagled, while I watch as she squirms. I'd watch and wait, prolonging the process until I see her cunt dripping with wetness. I lick my lips, imagining what Mae will taste like. My teeth press into my lower lip as I move my hands until they're on the tops of her thighs. She's showing a whole lot more skin than usual, and it's appealing in more ways than one. Maeve's shirt is hanging off her shoulder. The strap of what I'm assuming is her bra is the only thing telling me she's wearing something beneath that white cotton shirt. Her shorts have ridden up even more, and my hands have a mind of their own, sliding upwards until the tips of my fingers meet the edge of her linen-style bottoms.

"I think it's pretty damn clear, baby girl." Her breath hitches as I pull her to the edge of the table. My cock is rock fucking solid beneath my jeans, and it's not just because I've got Mae in a place I could easily take her. Oh no, she's got it all, beauty and brains. Today, her hair is up in some kind of half-up, half-down contraption with a scarf tied around the part that's being held up with a clip. Mae's face is devoid of makeup, not so much as mascara or lip gloss. Dark chocolate eyes, deep and soulful, porcelain skin, hair so dark it's jet black, and when the sun catches it a certain way, there's an undertone of blue. Slim shoulders, tits that my mouth waters at whenever she walks, watching as they bounce, wanting them in my hands and mouth. The thought of seeing her nipples tighten and wondering what color they'll be when I get my first look has me ready to lift her shirt. Curves that have me ready to bite my fist to keep from commenting. Narrow waist, hips that a man can grab on, and not just any man.

Me and only fucking me.

I've heard Maeve complain to my sisters about how her hips and legs are too big. As far as her being too big or too little, I beg to fucking differ. I've dreamt, jacked off, and fantasized about feeling her thighs clenching around my head, being buried between them as I fuck her pussy with my mouth.

"JW, I assure you nothing is clear. Absolutely nothing." Maeve's hands lift away from their place on the counter, her finger pointing back and forth between the two of us. "Not this or whatever this is or isn't between the two of us. Not my shop looking like an abandoned town. Not the person slamming me in reviews. Absolutely nothing." There's a tremble in her voice, and while I've got a lot of questions, right now I'm thinking she needs something else. My dick is none too happy with me either, but he'll have to fucking wait. His time is not now. I'll have Mae naked soon enough.

"Talk to me. We'll circle back to the you and me conversation." I'm not sure if she's aware of her hands falling on top of mine. Her fingers squeeze mine, and I wait till she's ready to tell me what in the actual fuck is going on. Mae inhales through her nose, then exhales through her mouth. She does this three times with her eyes closed, allowing me to take my time studying her. I'm left with nothing to do except look my fill, and look I do. Maeve's breathing has her chest lift with each breath. Up and down, and I swear to Christ her nipples tighten into hard peaks.

"Are you sure you want to know about my problems? You've been staying away from me for a while now. It's enough to give a girl a complex." She pulls her hands away from mine with that statement. I'd protest, but I've got her where she can't escape, not like she's trying to anyways. Still, I'll take what I can fucking get.

"Yeah, baby girl, I'm sure." As much as it pains me to move my hand, I do. When my right hand slides up her arm, her flesh awakens with goosebumps. I'm pretty sure she's enjoying my hands on her more than she cares to admit. I cup the back of her neck, massaging her there to help her relax.

"Some dumb fuck cocksucker is blackballing me. I'd like to slice off his little balls. If he's in fact a man. If it's a woman, well, I'll kick her in the twat so hard she'll bend over and then use my knee to give her a free nose job." Mae is fighting mad. Her nostrils flare as her hands fist at her sides. I'm trying to hold my laughter back at her mouth, not from what she's telling me. Though, the words she's said have my palm itching to feel her fleshy ass with each slap.

"You wanna tell me how this someone is blackballing you?" I need the full details before I can figure out how to fix her situation. Maeve dips her head. Losing her eyes isn't an option. The tips of my fingers find her dark tendrils, tugging at the ends until I've got her attention.

"I'm aware of nothing except some keyboard warrior is posting bad review after bad review on every website Whisked Away has a landing page of sorts. Maddie tried to fight the man on the moon or whoever this fuck dick is, and she still is, or trying to." After today, I'm going to tally each cuss word that leaves her mouth, and each one will leave a mark of sorts on her body. Nothing permanent, just enough to see my handprint and make her sore to sit the next week.

"Woman, your mouth is worse than any cowhand's we have at the ranch. Watch it. You wanna show me, so I can see what we're dealing with?" I move in closer, something I thought would be impossible given the position we're in now.

"Whatever. I've heard the lot of you. I'd dare say your mouths are ten times worse than my ten or twenty cuss words a day. Plus, I have to get mine out of the way, or Ryan will make me pay up." Mae tries to wiggle her way off the table, but with me standing in her way, it's going to be damn hard. I hold steady, wanting to feel her squirming beneath me in more ways than one.

"Who's Ryan, and why do they make you pay up?" We're having three conversations at once, and it's starting to make me realize this is only the surface of Maeve.

"My niece. Kind of hard to show you what's going on when you're holding me hostage, JW." Spicy Mae may just be my favorite version of her. I run my fingers through the ends of her hair before pulling back and holding my hand out for her to take.

"Lead the way, baby girl." I lick my lips again. Each movement she makes has my cock hardening further.

"Yeah, and we're going to talk, too. I'm not sure what to think, but it's doing my head in. Fine, don't say anything. Stand there and look handsome, why don't you." She stomps her way into a small office she keeps in the bakery, and I follow her every step of the way. I'm almost positive her last sentence wasn't meant for me, and isn't that rotten luck of hers? There's no fucking way I'll forget what she said. Not now, not fucking ever.