His Ransom 4(13)

There was no man who could have done this to me, no man but this one. His strong hands massaged my muscles, relaxing me even as the pressure from my mounting orgasm grew higher and higher.

I cried out loud as he thrust himself fully into me.

“Fuck, you feel so delicious,” he moaned. His lips were hot, and he bit down on my shoulder as he thrust again. I screamed, feeling the wave rise higher, higher inside of me. I was about to crest, I knew it. I was right there—

“OHHHHH!” I screamed as my climax overtook me. My body contorted as Jake plunged deep into me, filling me, stretching me beyond all imagining. It was a raw, primal orgasm that burned through my nerves and left nothing behind.

“Oh! Jake! Oh! Yes! YES!”

“Ohh,” he groaned, and as I came on his cock I felt his own pulsing orgasm shudder through our bodies. His hot seed spilled deep inside me as he pushed himself to the hilt into my flesh.

“Lacey,” he gasped, and he tensed once more, his thick hard cock throbbing inside of me. My body shuddered in climax, clenching down on both shafts that filled me. I was full. I was sated. My desire had been fulfilled.

Breathing hard, he pulled out of me. I whimpered as he withdrew, feeling hollow. Then his arms came around me, pulling me into his embrace. He slid off my blindfold as he kissed me over and over again, all over my face. His fingers were trembling.

With a soft sigh, I let him draw me to his chest. I nuzzled his warm, muscled body, letting his arms encircle me.

He had unraveled me, nerve by nerve, and now I curled up against him, trying to catch my breath. His kisses pressed into my hair, onto my cheeks, the top of my head. His dark lashes fluttered as he tilted my chin up and finally pressed a single hot kiss onto my lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered. I looked up at him and saw his gratitude sparkling in his eyes.

“Was that… was that my present?” I asked.

His lips curved into a slow smile.

“God, Lacey, you’re beyond perfect. No. No, I have another present for you,” he said.

He rolled over, and immediately I reached out for him. His body was so warm against mine. When he rolled back, he was holding a small dark blue box. A gold ribbon was tied around it. He untied my hands and handed me the box.

“I’m not sure if you’ll like it,” he said.

I looked up at him quizzically.

“Open it,” he urged.

I pulled off the gold bow and opened the box. Against the dark velvet, two diamond studs glittered.

“Earrings?” I exclaimed.

“I thought you would like them. I know, I know, you’re not into accessories—”

“They’re beautiful,” I said. I lifted them up to the light, turning them to make them glitter and gleam.

They really were beautiful. I had never been much for jewelry, but Jake had picked out the perfect gift for a tomboy. They were small studs, not gaudy or overly ornamental.

“Now I’ll have to pierce my ears,” I said.

Jake looked at me in surprise.

“I didn’t—oh!” he said. “I didn’t even realize!”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “By the time you get back, I’ll be all pierced up.”

“If you want, we can return them—”

“No!” I cried, clasping them to my chest. “No, Jake, really. They’re perfect.”

Jake looked deep into my eyes, and then let out a breath.

“Alright. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I said. Warmth blossomed in my chest as I looked at the tiny pinpricks of light in my hand. “Thank you so much. This… this was a wonderful going away present.”

“Thank you,” Jake said. “Lacey, I don’t know how I lived without you.”

“You better remember that,” I said, teasing. “Especially when you’re in Paris, surrounded by beautiful women.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Jake said. “And I bet you’ll have painted another dozen paintings by the time I’m home.”

I beamed at him, but a part of me twinged with worry. I wanted to do more than just paint—I wanted people to want my paintings. Inside, I told myself that I would sell at least one painting by the time he was back. That would show him that I deserved the gallery he’d given to me so generously.

“Thank you,” I whispered again, looking down at the earrings. “I wish I had known. I would have gotten you something.”

Jake brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek.

“You are the best gift I ever received.”





Chapter Six

It was the day Jake was supposed to leave, and I had the strangest feelings roiling around in my mind. As I pulled on my black jeans to get ready quickly, I tried to figure out what had me so uneasy.