Jessica's Cowboy Daddy - Melinda Barron Page 0,46
She couldn’t help but laugh. “If anything, Grant needed a Domme. We were totally unsuited for each other in the bedroom. I asked him to spank me once and his eyes got as big as saucers.”
“Teacup saucers, or UFOs?”
Jessica giggled, and looked up at him again. “UFOs.”
“You’ve seen one?” he asked.
“On the pages of supermarket tabloids, yes.”
They both laughed. Then Jessica turned serious. “Do you really think he tried to frame me for murdering his mother because I dumped him?”
“Yeah, I do.” Hawk continued to stroke her shoulder. “Do you know what this situation has revealed?”
“That Grant is an ass?”
“That, and the fact we don’t really know anything about each other’s pasts. We just fucked, and that was all it took to start a relationship.”
“Well, you’re a good fucker,” Jessica said, then she laughed.
“I want to know about you, more than just what you told me about your mom,” he said.
“Speaking of moms.” She rolled over and winced as her backside came into contact with the sofa. “Do you think yours will like me? I’ll be meeting her in a few weeks when she comes for the wedding.”
“She’s gonna love you,” Hawk said. “And you’re gonna love her.”
“What happens when she asks how we met?” Jessica sat up. “She’ll ask you know.”
“Tell her we met at the bakery, which we did.”
“So I tell her you came in for a donut and later you fucked me in the back room?”
“Tell her I came in for holes.” He laughed and said, “Donut holes, that is, and you bribed me with other ones.”
Jessica couldn’t help but laugh with him. “We did our relationship all wrong, didn’t we? Couples are supposed to learn about each other, and then fuck. We fucked, but we never really learned about each other.”
“I got an idea. Go to the dining room.”
“Do I get a hint?”
He left without answering her question, which didn’t really surprise her. Sometimes he thought of games on the fly, and that seemed to be what was happening right now.
When she got to the dining room, Jessica stared at the hardwood chairs. She went to the bedroom, snatched a pillow from the bed, and used it for a cushion on the chair.
Hawk came in moments later. He had several sheets of paper and two pens. He set them on the table and sat down across from her.
“Write down three questions you want answered and I’ll do the same with you.”
The blank sheet of paper seemed to stare back at her. She looked over at Hawk, who was already writing questions. How had he thought of them so fast?
She already knew things like his birthday, Dec. 2, his favorite food, lasagna. She doodled on the paper and then said “Dinner!” she hurried to the kitchen and pulled the pan from the oven. She lifted the tinfoil covering and was happy to see the food was bubbling away, and not burned.
“You forgot dinner?”
“I was in the arms of a handsome man,” she said. “I was distracted, Hawkins Monroe Coleman.”
“That’s horrible to hear Jessica Diana Barker.” He winked at her. “See, we know a few things about each other.”
“Who gave you your first kiss?” she asked.
“Mary Endicott, at a rodeo near Stamford,” he said. “She was a buckle bunny and I’d just won a bronc riding contest. She let me feel her up, too.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“No fucking?” she asked.
“Well, I was only sixteen, which means I didn’t know how to participate in coitus yet. Plus, her older brother caught me groping her boob and gave me a black eye.”
“Coitus?” she asked.
“Just trying to watch my language.”
She left the foil off the lasagna and put it back in the oven. She searched for a bowl, found one, and pulled salad makings from the fridge. “Will you cut the bread so we can butter it and get it ready?”
“First kiss for you?” he asked.
“Frank Billings,” she said. “I was fourteen, and we were playing spin the bottle at a party. He stuck his tongue down my throat and I bit him.”
“Into pain at an early age, were you?”
Jessica shrugged. “Not really, I was just pissed that he tried to take over my mouth. It was gross.”
“And now you love to suck cock.”
“I love to suck your cock.” She finished the salad and set it on the table in the dining room. When she was back she said, “What else is your mother going to ask me? We can say we met at the bakery, but leave out the