Chapter Four

Perry

My cock is doing that thing again. The thing where it acts like it hasn't revolutionized past the caveman era. I'm sure it has something to do with the low-cut dress Siren is wearing. The fabric clings to her hips and shows off every curve. Her breasts spill out the top and I swear there's an areola showing, but if I look any longer, I'll struggle even further, so I glance away.

I've seen half-naked women before. Lots of them. This isn't any different.

Except for some reason it is.

I can't take my eyes off her. I try, multiple times, but they carry back without my permission.

"You're on time," she says, lifting up into my truck. I'm there to help her, but she doesn't take my hand.

When I make my way to the driver's side, she glances my way, then up at the flowers on the dash. "Are those for me?"

I nod. "It's a date. You get flowers on a date." I hand her the bundle of wildflowers I'd picked on the way over. Lilies, bellflower, and prairie smoke. I could've gone into the store and bought some, but that doesn't compare to the personal touch of picking them yourself.

A smile forces its way onto her face, but she bites it back, then hides her glow under the bouquet before digging into her purse for a pack of gum. She hands it toward me. "Here."

"Gum?"

"Yeah. I brought you something, too."

I laugh. "Or was this the gum in the bottom of your purse?"

"It's a romantic gesture because women can do that too."

I hand it back. "That's not necessary."

She brushes her soft hand against mine, insisting I take it. "It's a gesture. You're supposed to take gestures kindly."

"I appreciate the deep, heartfelt thought that went into this gum, but I'm good."

She smiles coyly and says, "Where I'm from, you take a gift when it's handed to you, and you appreciate it."

I scratch my head and put the truck in drive. I can't tell yet if her attitude is going to annoy the hell out of me or if I find it intriguing. Either way, I take a piece of gum from the wrap and slide it into my mouth. "Minty. Thank you."

She smiles wider this time, and that twitch comes back.

Fuck! I growl under my breath and re-situate myself until my cock isn't poking at my zipper. This is a problem. A big problem. "So," I say, desperate to talk about anything work related, "I was doing some research on you and your family, and—"

"Research?"

"Social media."

"What? You spied on us?"

Turns out the struggle isn't as intriguing as I thought it might be. It's, in fact, annoying. "It's not spying if you put it out there for everyone to read. Besides, you hired me to do this, remember?"

She folds her arms over the front of her chest, and though my eyes are on the road, I can't help but notice her breasts pressing upward together. "What did you decide about my family based on your internet explorations?"

"Look," I groan, "if you're going to be defiant the whole night, I'll pull over right now and put an end to all this."

"I asked you a question. I'm not being defiant. Why don't you tell me something about you? Like, I don't know, what's your favorite color?"

I don't want to entertain this nonsense. I've secured buildings from bomb threats. I've protected people's lives. This… this fake date shit is so fucking stupid. That said, if she wants to know my favorite color, I'll tell her.

"Blue." My tone is flat. "Yours?"

She shrugs and her tone lifts as though this is a game. "Umm… probably pink, but some days it's black."

"Pink or black. That seems like a you thing to say."

"What does that mean?" she snarls.

I sigh. "It means you're all over the place."

She turns toward me, and though my eyes are on the pines that pass as I drive down the mountain, I feel the frustration in her stare. "I am not all over the place. You're just insulted because I don't roll over and let you take the lead."

I want to burst into laughter, but I figure that's inappropriate. I remind myself that Ox owes this woman a favor and I owe Ox a lifetime of favors. Freaking out on her won't help me achieve my goal of paying him back.

"You're a special girl, Siren. I'll give you that. Why don't you tell me more about you? What's your favorite band?"

I keep my eyes on the road. I need to stay focused.

"I don't know…" She sounds grumpy. "I don't listen to bands. I like country. Everything from Morgan Wallen to Garth Brooks. I can listen to anything from that genre."

Okay, we have nothing in common.

"What about you?" she asks, her tone softening.

"Rock mostly. Van Halen, The Who, Led Zeppelin."

"Yeah, not my thing."

"Doesn't have to be. People have differences. We can still make this work."

"Yeah," she sighs. "I don't know if we can. I'm worried that whatever weird tension we have here is going to be clearly visible."

"Well… you could tone it down."

I see her mouth drop open from the corner of my eye and I know I'm about to get it. "Are you kidding me? You want me to tone it down? Me? You're the one that showed up with the flowers and opening doors like if you do some kind things, you can talk to me like you own me."

"What? I'm not trying to own you. That's me being a nice guy. If you'd rather I be an asshole, I can make that happen."

She rolls her eyes. "I'd rather you be yourself, though I doubt they're very different."

I laugh. "Is that right? Trust me, sweets, there's a limit to my kindness. So, if you'd rather me pull the truck over and spank your ass for being so mouthy, just let me know."

I'm not sure if it's the tension of the moment, the stress that this is a favor for my brother, or the fact that my dick is enjoying this back and forth, but those words are out there now. I can't take them back.

"You wouldn't dare!" She says it as though it's a challenge, and though I doubt it actually is, my cock is hard against the side of my leg, desperate for relief.

"That sounds like a dare," I groan. "I spent twenty years in the military, and I would never turn down a dare."

I stare at her, trying to get a read for what she'll say next.

Her eyes narrow and her thick thighs brush together as she stares back. "Maybe it is."

"You're playing with fire. If you are challenging me to stop this truck and bend your ass over right here, you won't like how it ends."

She laughs. "Stop. You're embarrassing yourself." Her gaze draws up to mine in a glare that I can only describe as seductive. Given the words she's just said, I'm sure it's not, but that doesn't stop me from losing control.

I turn the truck around and drive the mile back toward her cabin with my cock thumping, my heart racing, and my palms aching to touch her.

"What are you doing? You're a psycho! You're really going to spank my ass?" Her tone is high pitched and fevered.

I don't say anything because if I open my mouth, I'm going to demand she's on my knee so I can punish her for mouthing off again. The silence only aggravates her more.

"You know you can't really spank my ass, right? I'm a grown woman and I'm not going to just let you do whatever you want with me."

I continue to ignore her until we're pulling into the driveway. "Because I'm feeling generous, I'm going to give you two options right now. You go change out of that low cut dress and we start this night over like civilized people, or I take you over my knee and spank your ass."

Laughter is followed with sarcasm as she says, "Yeah, no thanks. I love this dress." She shimmies back and forth, drawing her hand down over her ample tits. It's a purposeful move. She's toying with me.

I growl as my dick pushes harder against my jeans. "Change right now." My tone is darker than expected. "Last warning."

She doesn't move, only grins. Why the fuck do I like this so much. Why am I harder than I've ever been?

"I'm not changing, and I'm not moving so…"

I laugh under my breath. "You must want my hand on your ass."

Her tongue runs over her bottom lip, and she gives me half a smile. "Can't resist yourself, can you? You need to touch me. That's why you need me to cover up, so your simple, male brain can focus."

Something like a burning rage bubbles through me. It's never happened before. It's not anger, and it's not sexual desire. It's something stronger than both. Warmth fills my stomach and scratches up my chest and through my limbs, guiding me out of the truck and around to the passenger door. I pull her down from the seat and pin her against the warm metal of the truck with a snarl.

Her eyes are wide and she's panting. I'd stop, except I see she's enjoying this.

I grip her wrists and hold them up, staring down at her pretty little face. I'm not sure who I am right now, but someone else has taken over.

I lean into her neck and smell her skin, dragging in a breath from her collarbone and up toward the back of her ear.

She stiffens in my arms.

"Do you want to change, or do you want a spanking?"

Her gaze meets mine. "You wouldn't dare spank me."

"Are you challenging me?"

She licks her bottom lip and stares at my mouth before rolling her eyes. "Why should I change?"

"I don't want your body on display like that for everyone in town."

Her brow lifts. "Why? What does it matter that everyone else looks at me."

If I didn't know any better, I'd think she wanted me to tell her that I thought she was beautiful, that I wanted her as my own, that her body is mine and only mine.

"Last chance. Are you changing your clothes or am I hauling you over my knee?"

She laughs. "Wait until I tell Ox about this. Your whole business will be ruined."

Blood crackles beneath my skin and something feral rolls over me. Something I've kept pushed away for years. Something… that lifts her up onto my shoulder and carries her toward the front porch steps.

She kicks and screams, but for some reason it only riles me up more.

My cock is harder than ever and my palm aches to spank her bottom.

I sit on the edge of the porch and set her onto her feet. She could run now if she wanted to. She could spit in my face, punch me, leave.

She doesn't. Her eyes heat and her chest rises and falls quickly before her mouth drops open and she licks her lip as she looks toward me. "Have I been a bad girl, Perry?"

Oh fuck. She wants it. She wants my hand on her round, little ass. She wants it rough. She says she hates dominance, but she's standing here right now, practically begging for punishment.

I grip her wrist and pull her close, hauling her onto my lap before pulling up the back of her dress.

She cries out and wiggles against my touch, but I know now this is part of her game. She needs to pretend she's uninterested. She needs to act like this isn't what she wants, when all along, her pussy is dripping wet and ready.

I know it is. I can smell it.

With her dress up, I yank her soft pink panties down and smack her ass, watching the skin move and jiggle in the late afternoon sun.

Fucking hell, she's hot. My cock thumps against my leg and the urge to claim her is overwhelming.

I haul back and slap her again, this time harder.

She jolts forward and moans.

Those sounds. Her beautiful fucking sounds.

Again and again, I spank her thick, round ass until there are dark red fingerprints on her skin and she's whining for relief.

Her hair spills down over her shoulder and there's a desperation in her throat as she moans that has my cock aching to fuck.

"Have you been a bad girl?" I spank her harder.

She moans. "Yes. I'm a very bad girl."

"Why?" I growl as I deliver another hard smack.

She doesn't answer, so I spank her again.

Moan after moan spills from her lips. "I'm so wet."

Fucking hell. I'm one touch away from sliding into her pussy and feeling her silky juice against my skin. "That's not what I asked. Tell me why you've been a bad girl."

"I," she whines, "I should've covered up."

"No." I spank her again. "Who does your body belong to?"

My cock is throbbing and aching to be touched.

"You," she pants. "It belongs to you."

I rub her ass gently, smoothing over the red parts that I've punished. "Good girl." I lift her up, turn her around, and cradle her in my arms.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is wild and messy. Her lids are hooded, and I can smell her salty excitement from here.

I run my palm between her smooth thighs as I stare at her. "Good fucking girl."

She moans and spreads her legs slightly, with an aching sigh like she's hungry for more.

My fingers slide between her folds and dive into her little pussy, moaning as I thrust into her core over and over again. She's so tight as she constricts around my fingers, as her body wiggles and squirms in my arms.

Desperation rolls over me and I'm aching for her to come, so I bend her over to push my fingers deeper.

Her lips drop open as I thrust harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I work. I already know this won't be enough. I need more of her, and I need it now.

I growl as I stare down at her writhing frame, desperate to make her feel good. "Come for me. Cover my fingers in your come."

Her hips rise and fall in my lap as she lifts into my touch. "I need your cock."

"Oh, you're getting my cock," I groan. "I'm going to fill your little pussy with come, then I'll work your tight little ass." I've barely said the words when I notice a car pulling into the driveway. One half of me is tempted to keep going, the other dying to toss her over my shoulder, scream ‘ mine ' for all to see, and then disappear into the woods. She, however, sits up and tugs down her dress before that caveman thought becomes reality.

"Oh my god. That's my mom." Her tone is sick and bewildered.

My brows raise and I turn toward her. "Your mom?"

"Act like we're together," she says, snuggling close to my side. "Put your arm around me."

Considering, I just had my hand inside of her, and my marks are still on her red bottom, I have no problem holding her tight, though the transition from spanking her ass and meeting her mom might be a harsh one.