Kaleidoscope (Colorado Mountain #6)(66)
Her head jerked up. “That roast cost forty dollars?”
“Yep.”
Her mouth dropped open.
Deck dropped his to it and brushed his lips against it, and seeing as it was open, he took that opportunity to stroke her tongue with his own.
He lifted his head and asked, “Do you think your phone will work long enough to order a pizza?”
The wonder swept out of her face as pique entered it. “There’s nothing wrong with my phone, Jacob. Or my cell phone. Or yours for that matter.”
“Good, then get your ass to one of them and order pizza. A large one. I don’t care what’s on it, just not pineapple. And boneless wings, at least twenty. Yeah?”
She moved away, mumbling, “I’ll go get my credit card.”
He quickly caught her, wrapping his arm around her neck and hauling her against his body so they were front to front.
He dipped his head to hers. “You get your credit card, I tan your ass.”
Her head jerked and she pointed out, “Jacob, you bought the roast. We’ll eat that tomorrow at your place. I’ll get pizza.”
“Babe—”
She cut him off. “The bids for the windows were insane, all four of them, and I just lost my stove, but Dad says I’m getting a bonus this quarter so I can afford pizza and windows.”
He ignored the comment about her father giving her a bonus that would just happen to be very close to the amount of the cost of new windows that came in on a bid from a man he trusted, namely Holden “Max” Maxwell. Max was also going to be the man who was going to install Emme’s windows even if his bid wasn’t the lowest.
Instead, he repeated, “You get your credit card, I tan your ass.”
“Jacob, really.”
His arm tightened, he curled his other arm around her and dipped his face closer.
“I’m not joking, Emme. You pulled that shit over Mexican coupla weeks ago, I didn’t like it. There’s things a man like me has gotta do and you gotta let me do them. You don’t pay. No reflection on you and your ability to take care of yourself. It just means something to me. You push this now, I will turn you over my knee and spank that sweet, round ass of yours. You do it in future, you’ll get the same thing until you get it. You with me?”
“Are you serious?” she whispered, neck pulling slightly at his arm which stayed firm.
“Deadly,” he answered.
“You’d hit me?” Her eyes were big and she quit pulling at his arm.
“Spank you.”
“That’s hitting me, Jacob,” she said softly.
“That’s spanking you, baby, and when I do it, your ass will be bare and it’ll end in an orgasm but it’ll also end with a red ass that hopefully will teach you the lesson not to test a man like me.”
Her lips parted but her body melted slightly into his.
Fuck him.
He’d half been bullshitting to get his point across, half testing the waters.
Her reaction indicated the waters were warm.
He felt his dick start getting hard.
“You like that idea?” he whispered.
“I’m not sure… I’m not…” she stammered, swallowed and asked, “Is that supposed to make me do what you want me to do?”
This meant she wouldn’t do what he wanted her to do in order to get her spanking.
She liked that idea.
“Rewards can get sweeter, you’re good,” he told her.
“Have mercy,” she breathed, and he smiled.
“You’re kind of already getting those, baby, but you want an adventure, we’ll take it up a notch.”
Her body melted deeper and she repeated, “Have mercy.”
Fucking cute.
So cute, he had to bend his neck and take her mouth.
She melted completely in his arms, wrapped hers around his neck to hold on and let him.
He lifted his head and watched her eyes slowly open.
When his face was three inches away, she stated, “Krystal Briggs said I shouldn’t become your sex slave.”
“Krystal Briggs is not gonna come as hard or as often as I’m gonna make you come tonight, honey, you get your phone and my credit card.”
Her head tipped to the side and she asked curiously but hesitantly, “So this kind of thing is about making me mind you?”
“No, this kind of thing is about giving you good stuff you’re really gonna f**kin’ like. The credit card thing is about me tellin’ you it’s important to me to do that and you givin’ me that. It’s not asking much.”
“You paid for my insulation too,” she reminded him.
“Explained that then, keepin’ you warm and liquid.”
Her body tightened slightly and she started, “Jacob, this makes me a little—”
“It’s important to me, Emme,” he interrupted. “It’s also important to me you have a new kitchen but you aren’t seein’ me rip out this old one to give it to you against your wishes because I know I shot my wad with the insulation. I pushed that, you relented, but it’s your house and I gotta be smart enough to know when to stop pushing. Insulation was a priority. You’ve got no stove, but you’ve got a man who does so that isn’t as big of a deal right now as it normally would be. This is give-and-take, you and me. You gotta learn to let me give so that means you gotta learn to take.”