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“Are you serious?” Jake looked at the Summons. “That asshole is suing me?”
“We thought this might happen. It’s not a surprise.” The elderly man straightened his tie. “I have an appointment set up for you to meet with our in-house-counsel to discuss this.”
“What is there to discuss? That dumb shit ran out in front of the bull. Who the fuck is that stupid? I should sue him for spooking my animal.”
“Calm down.” He handed Jake a business card. “Your appointment is on the back. Don’t be late.”
Jake took the card and slipped it in his breast pocket. He picked up his Stetson and placed it on his head. “Thanks, Harv.”
“You’re welcome. Now skedaddle. You should be training.”
Clutching the legal documents in his hand, Jake walked out of the office. He made his way towards the glass double doors that would lead him to the bull pen. “Just my fucking luck,” he muttered to himself.
Sitting in the waiting room with his hat on his lap, Jake flipped through an old copy of People magazine. He didn’t really care that Lindsay Lohan was in rehab again or one of the Kardashians was screwing a different football player.
“Mr. Lane?” The cute redheaded receptionist stood up from her desk. “Casey can see you now.”
He put the magazine back on the table and followed her down a narrow corridor. Shelves lined the walls filled with books referencing topics he didn’t know the first thing about.
Red knocked on a door at the far end of the hall before twisting the knob. She stepped aside.
Jake walked into the corner office and stopped in his tracks. This couldn’t be happening.
“Can I get y’all some coffee?” the receptionist asked.
The raven haired woman behind the desk looked up and locked eyes with Jake. Her mouth dropped open slightly but she recovered quickly. “I’m fine, Janie. Would you like anything, Mr. …”
He stuck his hand out. “Lane. Jake Lane. And, no, I’m good. Thank you.”
The receptionist pulled the door shut as she left.
“I guess a proper introduction is better late than never.” He smiled.
She shook her head. “This is unbelievable.”
Jake pulled the business card out of his pocket and turned it over. “Cassandra Cates. Well, nice to meet you, Cassandra.”
“I go by Casey.”
“Okay, Casey. How have you been?” He tried to drive the image out of his head of her against the wall in the bathroom of the bar. That night, he fucked her so hard she almost lost consciousness. He fucked her again in the cab of his truck and then she got in her car and left before he caught her name.
She pushed her glasses up on her head. “I’ve been great. Busy. And, you?”
“Same here.”
She opened the file on her desk. “Let’s see here…” Casey rifled through a stack of papers and tore the first sheet off a yellow legal pad. “Tell me, in your own words, what happened that day.”
“Where do you want me to start?”
She twirled the pen between her fingers. “Right before you began your ride.”
“You’ve been to the rodeo, so you’re familiar with the set up of the cages, right?”
“Yes.”
He proceeded to explain how the idiot jumped over the railing just as the cage door opened and the bull ran straight into him, knocking him on his ass. As far as Jake was concerned, the little shit got what he deserved.
Casey pushed a document across her desk. “The plaintiff’s attorney has scheduled your deposition.”
Jake picked up the papers. “And, what does that mean?”
“It means you need to appear on the date and time indicated and the injured party’s attorney will ask you questions under oath. Just tell the truth and don’t volunteer anything. Only answer the questions asked. Understood?”
He laughed. “I kind of like the bossy you. Very different.”
She pursed her lips. “That’s not funny.”
“I didn’t mean it to be funny. It’s just ironic considering the way you—”
“Stop. Let’s just forget about that, okay?”
“I’m not sure I can do that, darlin’.”
“I’m not sure I can do that, darlin’.”
“This is business…okay? My private life is separate.”
“Totally understand.” He looked at his watch. “We could talk about it over dinner.”
“No, no, no. I can’t do this with you.”
“You already did.” Jake smirked.
“Oh, God. You’re going to drive me crazy.”
“I think I’ve heard you say that before.”
Casey pulled her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose. “You owe me a drink.”
“Excuse me?”
“You offered to buy me a drink and never did.”
“Well, I kind of thought you were satisfied with what I did give you that night.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to buy me a drink or not, Mr. Lane?”
Jake wasn’t an idiot, most of the time. “Of course, I do.”
“Meet me at Romy’s at eight.”
“You got it, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe.”
“Okay, darlin’.”
She exhaled. “Jesus. Get out.”
Jake winked at her and thought he saw her lips curve into a smile. “See ya’ later.” He chuckled as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
He took it as a good indication that she wanted to meet at the same bar and he sat at a booth in the back. Arriving half an hour early, he had just finished his second beer when he saw her come through the door.
God damn!
Wearing a black t-shirt and tight jeans that sat low on her ample hips, the heels of Casey’s black boots clicked on the wood floor. Not cowboy boots, but the kind of boots a woman bought at Dillard’s. She stood out in this crowd, no question. He’d been too drunk to adequately assess her last time and all he could think about was getting in her pants…again.
She made eye contact as she crossed the room.
Jake was fully aware that every guy in the place had their eyes glued to her ass. He stood as she approached.
Casey slid into the booth across from him and smiled.
This couldn’t possibly be the same woman he’d met with hours ago. Casey, the lawyer, had a cool composure that Casey, the buckle bunny, replaced with a warm smile and a mischievous glint in her eye.
“What can I get you to drink, doll?” Jake asked.
She bit her lip and looked up at the slow turning ceiling fan. “I’ll have a pomegranate martini.” Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she laughed.
Jake caught the waitress and put in Casey’s order. “You’re a real Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde type, aren’t you?”
“When I’m at work, I have to be professional and maintain control. When I’m here, I can just be me.”
“So, your co-workers don’t know the side of you that I know?”
She shook her head. “Absolutely not. They wouldn’t understand. They see the career driven, goal oriented woman who graduated from Pepperdine Law School summa cum laude.”
“Come again?”
She waved her hand. “It’s Latin…means that I graduated in the top of my class.” Sipping her martini, she looked directly at him.
“How’s your drink?” he asked.
“Really good, thank you.”
He smiled at her and took a pull off his beer. He had no problem fucking her last time but now she made him a little nervous. He shifted in his seat. Just looking at her lips around the straw in her drink gave him a semi. A slow country tune played and the lights went dim.
“Do you want to dance?” she whispered.
Jake stood up and offered her his hand. He led her out to the dance floor and pulled her close. Resting the palm of his hand at the small of her back, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
Casey laughed and cleared her throat. “Are you a romantic, Mr. Lane?”
He tipped his hat. “But, of course, darlin’. Most of us cowboys are.”
“You’re quite the charmer.” Her hand slid down his back and over his ass. “Are we going to be a little classier this time?”
“That’s your call. My place is about five miles down the road. I wouldn’t call it classy, but it’s cozy.” He winked at her.
“Sounds perfect.”
***
Casey glanced at his profile as he drove. She loved the rugged look and he wore it to perfection. The black cowboy hat, white t-shirt, rodeo belt buckle and worn in boots suited him well.
What a coincidence that the only guy she ever had a one night stand with was now her client. Tossing caution to the wind, she was in his truck, going to his house with the most prurient of intentions. In the tight confines of a bathroom stall and the driver’s seat of his truck, he’d rocked her world that first night. She could only imagine what he could do with more space.
Truth be told, she hadn’t had sex with anyone else since that night and when he walked into her office this afternoon, her body reacted. Heat spread through her limbs and her pussy dripped remembering his cock sliding in and out of her. She exercised great restraint by not hiking up her skirt and begging him to fuck her in the ass right then and there.
He turned down a dirt road lined by bales of hay and solar lights. A horse poked its head out of a stall built on the side of a large red barn. Jake pulled to a stop in front of a lovely two story cabin. Climbing out of the truck, he quickly came around to open her door. He helped her step down and held her hand as they ascended the stairs to his front door.
That was one thing she didn’t see enough of in corporate America. Good, old fashioned chivalry. The men in her chosen career field thought because she earned a bigger salary than they did, they didn’t need to hold a door for her. They basically worried that her balls were bigger than theirs. This was why she didn’t date those men. They would never understand what she needed.
Now, Jake, on the other hand, had taken complete control of her and she liked that. She babysat the office all day long and, after hours, when the lights dimmed, she wanted someone else to take charge.
As soon as they were inside, Jake dropped his Stetson on the floor and pushed her against the door. He covered her mouth with his and firmly cupped her breast with his large hand. He did exactly what she wanted as if he were reading her mind.
He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor beside his hat. Her bra went next and his lips circled her already hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over the pink pebble before sucking it into his mouth.
Casey gripped his head and moaned. “Jesus Christ.”
He picked her up, cradling her ass, and started for the stairs.
She held onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
His tongue snaked into her mouth, licking and seeking. He kicked open a door at the top of the stairs and lowered her to the edge of his bed. Pulling her boots off, he went to work on the buttons of her jeans. “I want to taste your sweet pussy.”
Hearing him talk to her that way sent butterflies bouncing around her insides. She helped him slide her pants off, leaving her in just her panties.
Planting a kiss on the inside of her thigh, he slid his thumb over her panties, grazing her clit.
She arched her back. “God, Jake. It feels like yesterday we were together.”
He chuckled and yanked her panties off. His fingers parted her folds. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He leaned in between her thighs and licked her pussy bottom to top. He drew circles around her clit with his tongue and closed his lips over it.
She inhaled sharply and bucked beneath him, grabbing his head. If he tried to move, she might have to kill him.
He sucked her clit and inserted a finger, slowly burying it deep in her cunt.
Casey bit her lip and lifted her hips instinctively. The pressure in her body swirled and tightened with each pull of his mouth and swipe of his tongue. “I’m going to come,” she whispered.
He added a second finger and angled the two up towards her G-spot, rubbing the sensitive area rhythmically.
Her pussy contracted, clutching his fingers, drawing them deeper. Whimpering, her eyes rolled back. The world went dark but for little bursts of light that erupted in perfect sync with the subtle aftershocks of her climax.
Jake didn’t stop until she made a feeble attempt to push his head away. He looked up at her from between her thighs and smiled. “That’s my girl.” He stood up and peeled his clothes off. The muscles in his chest rippled and she wanted to touch him, to run her fingers over his hard body.
No lawyer she knew was built like him and as her eyes trailed down she tried not to stare at his dick. Long, thick, hard…perfect.
She licked her lips and pulled herself up. Now eye to eye with his cock, her mouth watered. Placing her hand on his hip, she looked up at him.
His fingers snaked through her hair and his jaw muscle clenched.
Casey wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick shaft. Sliding her hand up and down his length, she licked at the tip, catching a drop of his arousal on her tongue.
He groaned and tightened his grip in her hair.
The harder he pulled, the more she wanted his cock deep in her throat. She stroked his shaft and licked the underside before making her way to his balls. Sucking one into her mouth, she felt him tense. He grew harder in her hand and she teased him with her tongue until her lips circled the throbbing head.
She sucked lightly, swirling her tongue around the contours of his cock before opening her mouth wider and pressing forward, sucking him harder and deeper.
He didn’t move, allowing her to set the pace and depth she wanted. She took him as far as she could, moving faster.
“Damn,” he hissed, his balls pulling up tight against his body. “I need to fuck you now.” He pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over.
On her hands and knees, she clutched the edge of the mattress.
Jake grabbed her hips, his dick pressing against her opening. He slid just the head inside her.
She rested her face against the quilt on the bed. “More. Please, baby.”
“I’m gonna give you more and then some, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock in a little further before pulling it back out. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Yes.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and bucked hard, burying his cock in her pussy.
She gasped. “Oh, my God.” His hard shaft went deep, stretching the walls of her cunt.
“If I remember right, you like it hard,” he hissed.
She nodded. “I do.”
“Mmmm, perfect.” His thrusts intensified and his balls slapped against her.
She moaned louder, gathering the quilt in her hands. His cock grazed her G-spot with every stroke. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Do it, Casey. Come for me.” He reached up and wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled hard.
She squeezed her eyes shut and let the first wave of the orgasm wash over her. Her fingertips tingled and her body shuddered as the next waves crashed one after the other until her legs trembled and she could barely hold herself up.
He pulled back and kissed her shoulder before turning her over. He hooked his hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide. He pushed his cock back inside her and licked her nipple, slowly kissing his way up to her mouth. His tongue mimicked the movement of his cock, going deep, leaving nothing unexplored.
He touched her cheek and looked in her eyes just as he drove into her deeper and harder, filling her with his warm seed.
***
Jake drove her back to her car in the morning but not before fucking her in the shower and making her breakfast.
She was every bit as beautiful wearing his t-shirt and her jeans with not a speck of makeup on her face. She kissed his cheek before they parted ways and reminded him of his deposition.
He wasn’t prepared to miss her in the week between their love fest and his deposition but, dammit, he did and he couldn’t wait to see her.
Janie led him into the conference room where a leggy court reporter sat in front of a funny looking little machine.
Jake took his hat off and placed it on the chair beside him.
Casey walked by the open door and shook hands with a man in a pinstriped suit. Jake admired the snug fit of her charcoal skirt paired with sheer black stockings and black high heels.
Casey smiled when she entered the room and then took a seat beside Jake and opposite the other lawyer.
The court reporter made Jake promise to tell the truth or he’d burn in hell. Well, she didn’t say those words but that was the gist of it.
The process was considerably less painful than he thought it would be. At one point, as Casey argued with man across the table, Jake became so aroused by her powerful display, his cock pushed painfully against his fly.
The next hour passed without any more fighting and it was all over. The court reporter and the other attorney left.
Janie stuck her head in. “Goodnight, y’all. I’ll lock the front doors on my way out, Casey.”
“Thank you. Have a good night.” Casey responded.
“Anyone else here?” Jake inquired.
“Nope. Follow me,” she said, walking out of the room.
Jake did what she asked and watched her ass all the way down the hallway.
She opened the door to her office and let him in. “You did well. Do you have any questions?”
“No. It was all fairly clear.”
She tossed her glasses on her desk and shook her hair loose.
Jake got up and locked the door.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I think you need me to show you who’s boss.”
“Absolutely not, Jake.”
“You need to know that you are the same person here as you were at my house…in my bed. It’s okay to not always be in charge. It’s okay to let someone else assume that role.” He crossed the room and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.
“We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?” He snaked his hand up her thigh. “Everybody’s gone.”
She moaned. “Because…”
“Shh.” He touched the bare skin above her thigh high stockings and slid his fingers inside the elastic of her panties. “These have to go.”
Her breathing accelerated and she stepped her legs apart.
Jake pulled the lacey garment down her legs and brought his hand back up to cup her mound. “You’re hot, baby.”
“Yeah, you do that to me. But this will have to wait.”
He lifted her skirt up over her waist and pushed her forward on her desk, holding her hands behind her back. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you hard. Right now.”
He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, letting his jeans fall down. Releasing her hands, he stroked his cock while his fingers found her slit. Her pussy was wet and hot and he pushed his middle finger inside her.
“Oh, Jake,” she whimpered, grabbing the edge of the desk.
He slid it in and out, coating his digit with her juices. His thumb rubbed circles over her tight, puckered ass. “You want my cock in this little hole, Casey?”
“Yes.”
Using her wetness for lubrication, he pressed his thumb into her ass. Slowly working it in and out and moving it around to loosen her up. “Do you like that?”
She nodded.
He angled his dick at her slick entrance and thrust inside her. He couldn’t resist fucking her pussy for a while as his thumb continued working her ass.
He pulled out and gripped his cock in his hand. He pushed against her ass with careful deliberation. Easing the head inside, he moved slow. “Your ass is so tight, baby.” He didn’t want to hurt her.
Casey didn’t say anything and breathed fast through her open mouth.
He pushed in another inch and another, letting her adjust to the feel of him inside her. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
He pulled out and painstakingly pushed in again. He repeated this action until he was moving in and out of her faster and easier.
She panted and made quiet mewling sounds.
He held her ass open to watch his cock sliding inside. His release began to build and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Play with your clit. I want you to come, sweetheart.”
Reaching between her legs, she did as he asked.
Within a minute, he felt her tightening around his cock. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy while he continued pounding her ass.
“Yes, yes. That feels so good,” she said. Her body trembled beneath him and her pussy constricted, squeezing his dick.
“You have the tightest, most beautiful ass. I could fuck you forever. But, I’m gonna come, baby.”
“I want you to,” she said, panting.
Pulling his cock out, he stroked it over her, covering her ass cheeks with hot streams of come. Leaning forward, he kissed her neck. “It feels good to give up some control, doesn’t it? You should hire me on as your in-house rodeo consultant. I can break you.”
“God, yes. When can you start?” she said, breathlessly.
He slapped her ass and replied, “I just did.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on January 22, 2012!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
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