Jessica's Cowboy Daddy - Melinda Barron Page 0,1
her. She would not make a scene, even in front of people she did not know. “You have a nice day, Mrs. Dobbs. Enjoy your pastries.” Jessica pushed the box toward her one more time. The look Mrs. Dobbs gave her could have melted butter. The older woman relaxed her face, grabbed the box and turned toward the entrance.
“Ma’am,” Joe said as he opened the door for her. She went out and Joe winked at Jessica. “Not the most friendly of sorts, is she?”
“Seems not,” Jessica said as she went to get his order. “Three dozen cookies and a dozen donuts,” she said. “I’ll put it your bill.”
“And we’ll enjoy every bite, I’m sure,” Joe said. “Have a great Monday.”
He left and Jessica surveyed the case. She still had several dozen donuts left, so there was no need to make more. Even the nine o’clock coffee klatch of retired old men would not eat her out of them.
She opened the door to the back and asked, “How’s it going?”
Natalie and Lizbeth were singing along to some hip-hop song Jessica didn’t recognize. They moved their arms up and down in time to the music and nodded. Jessica laughed and shut the door. The shop was empty, for now. It was her chance to let her nerves take over for a few moments.
At the coffee stand she picked out a mug, doctored it with flavored creamer, then filled it with dark roast coffee. She picked out a table near the windows. She sat down, drank her coffee as if it were water, then got up and refilled her mug. While she was up she loaded a plate with three chocolate glazed donuts. Once in her seat she wolfed down one donut and finished half the mug of coffee. Her throat burned from the warm liquid, but she kept eating and drinking.
She was halfway through her third donut when Hawk’s truck zoomed by on the highway. Hawk Coleman, her lover and Daddy Dom. He’d been her lover for seven months now, and she loved every moment of it, mostly because he didn’t push her for permanency.
How he’d read her as a Little he didn’t say, but she was forever grateful that he did. She closed her eyes and remembered the first time he’d said, “Are you a naughty Little girl? Do you need spanked?” Her mouth had dropped open and she’d nodded. Then he’d taken her over his knee and reddened her bottom until she was screaming for mercy. Then he’d bent her over the stainless-steel counter in the back and fucked her until her eyes crossed.
Jessica closed her eyes, and she swore she could still feel his cock inside her, pounding away until her body turned to jelly; still hear his voice as he ordered her to hold back, to come only when he said she could. Over the last seven months he’d claimed every hole in her body, and she gladly took his guidance and instruction. He was her Daddy, and she was his sweet pea.
She’d told him very little of her former life, and one of the things she loved was he didn’t question her. He didn’t ask where she’d lived before, about her family, or former lovers. He was the town constable, so she knew about his life. He and his five brothers ran a rescue ranch for horses. Everyone in town knew that. What they might not know was the Coleman brothers also ran a rescue for abused women. They had six cabins further down on the ranch where women came and went, depending on their situation.
Holt had met his future wife, Aurora, when she’d taken a job as den mother to take care of the cabins and the ladies and their children. They would be married soon, and Jessica had been tasked with making their wedding cake. As a matter of fact, they had a cake tasting appointment scheduled for four this coming Friday, after the bakery had closed for the day. Jessica was going to make three cakes a day until then. That was supposed to be the most stressful thing she did that week.
Now she had to worry about Mrs. Dobbs.
Why was she here now? Jessica had left Filmore nine months ago. She’d lived in Amarillo for a few months before she’d bought the building in Bookman Springs and opened her bakery. She’d selected it because it was a small town, off the main highway, and there was less chance of anyone dropping by and