Jessica's Cowboy Daddy - Melinda Barron Page 0,5

pre-dinner treat.”

“Call it what you want,” Hawk said. “I’m going to get laid, and then eat.”

He stood and went to the desk. He picked up his hat from the chair and put it on.

“I gotta go back to work,” he said.

“Have fun writing speeding tickets,” Holt said. “Take the trash to the kitchen, will you? I have paperwork to catch up on.”

Hawk picked up the tray and carried it out, calling out, “See ya,” to his brother, who replied in kind.

After he’d placed the dishes in the dishwasher he fixed himself a to-go cup of tea, then went to his truck. He hated writing speeding tickets, and the citizens of Bookman Springs knew it. Most of them obeyed the laws, but there were a few he had to stop, repeatedly. He gave out as many warnings as he could, but when those people didn’t get the hint, he had to start writing actual tickets, which would put points on their licenses and jack up their insurance costs. Many times his days consisted of helping the older people in town with errands, delivering legal papers, or just meeting with people to make sure they knew he was there to help if they needed them.

He pulled out onto the road and drove down Main. Jessica’s bakery was just to the left, and as he drove by he saw she had quite a crowd, more than she usually had on a Monday. He recognized some of the cars as belonging to high school kids, and he glanced at the clock on his dash. It was just after twelve, which meant a lot of them were there getting goodies. Jessica didn’t sell sandwiches, although she’d thought about changing that. If she did, though, he knew she’d receive blowback from the café. Or maybe it would be a good thing, since the café was always so busy at lunch it was hard for some of the kids to get their meal and make it back to school before the bell rang.

If he talked to Tanker, the owner of the café, about it would it upset Jessica? Or would she be happy he was putting out feelers? He pushed the idea aside. Before he did anything like that he would talk to her first; he would not go behind her back. He started making mental notes about the good things that would come from the change when a car zoomed by him.

One check of the built-in radar on his dash showed the vehicle going 49 in a 30, and it was headed toward the school zone. Hawk threw the switch to turn on his light bar and took off in pursuit. Maybe his afternoon wouldn’t be boring after all.

Jessica whipped the spatula around the top of the cake, made sure the swirl was perfect, then stood back. “Voila!” she said. It looked incredible. A red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. Simple, but it was one of Holt’s favorites. She knew that because Hawk had told her. The other two cakes she’d made for the tasting were Italian Wedding Cake, and just a plain chocolate cake with chocolate icing. That one, she thought, might be good for the groom’s cake. Or he might want the chocolate and the red velvet cake.

It was not an easy decision, and Jessica wondered if nine cakes would be enough for the tasting.

“Smells delicious in here.”

She turned to see Hawk standing in the doorway. He still wore his uniform, and, as always, it made her mouth water. He moved into the room, took off his hat and put it on the table. At that point she saw he had a paper sack in his hand.

“Bare your ass and bend over the table.”

Jessica checked to make sure the oven was off, then hurried to follow his orders. She’d hoped for sex before dinner, but she’d expected a little foreplay first. Her jeans and panties were down to her ankles, because she hoped he would fuck her. It would not be the first time he’d taken her on this table.

“I did a lousy job last night,” he said. “There’s hardly any welts on your ass.”

“It felt wonderful, Sir.”

“Well, after we’re back here I’m going to have to break out the crop again. Your thighs are bare. I want to see welts on them.”

Warmth spread through her. If there was one thing she loved, it was feeling Hawk mark her ass with his riding crop. She turned to look at him over her shoulder