Handling Stormy by Patricia GreenLawyers Stormy and Jeff learn how spankings can be sexy and yet mighty effective at curbing unwanted behavior. He can't keep his hands off her, and it seems like they're in bed every other minute.
Fledgling attorney, Stormy Stillwater, wants to make a name for herself with her first case, a dispute over water rights and a bourbon distillery.
Unfortunately, the opposing attorney is the guy she met at her brother's wedding and with whom she had her first one night stand.
She's incredibly embarrassed and yet remains super-attracted to Jeff. Even though she's certain he's a playboy, she falls into bed with him all too easily. Jeff Hand, successful Las Vegas attorney, is taken with Stormy at the outset and tries to show her.
He can't keep his hands off her, nor she him, and it seems like they're in bed every other minute. Jeff sees how special Stormy is beyond the bedroom but he can't quite understand why she has such cold feet where he's concerned.
From their initial night together through the nascence of their relationship, Stormy and Jeff learn how spankings can be sexy and yet mighty effective at curbing unwanted behavior.
But will Jeff be able to convince Stormy to take a chance on love?
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Handling Stormy (Sample Chapter)
Spankings are sexy and yet mighty effective at curbing unwanted behavior.
© Patricia Green and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
It was such a pleasant dream, full of heat where she sat upon a sun-warmed rock. The pine trees were fragrant and the sky was clear and blue. Birds fluttered and called from the canopy. She reached out to touch the red berries on the shrub next to her and her hand encountered something else. It was weird, like she was half-asleep and half-awake. The beautiful scenery in her dream began to fade as her hand explored the shrubbery.
And encountered a penis.
Stormy squeaked and jerked her hand away as though burned. Lying beside her was a gorgeous guy with light brown hair, gray-green eyes and a smile that said he liked being the berries on her shrub.
“Oh my god!” Stormy threw herself from the bed dragging the luxurious bed sheet with her as she leapt. Of course that left the guy completely naked. She squeaked again and raced for a door, any door. Even a closet would be better than standing, wrapped only in a sheet, in an unfamiliar bedroom with a guy she didn’t know.
Fortunately, she found a bathroom. She slammed and locked the door, moving into the swanky room after making sure the door was secure. It was a big bathroom, painted light blue with gold-tone fixtures and a large walk-in shower. She glanced at herself in a full-length mirror and caught a glimpse of something pink on her behind. Stormy let the sheet sag in the back until her heart-shaped bottom was exposed, and all she could do was gasp. Her butt was bright red!
Quickly she dropped the sheet and began looking over her body for marks, bruises, anything that would explain what the hell had happened. Finding nothing but a pink derriere, Stormy wrapped the sheet around her again and sat down on the closed commode. Her butt smarted and she winced. What a mess! As she rubbed her aching forehead she started to remember the night before.
It had been a long day of festivities as her older brother Drake got married to the love of his life, Mae. The whole family had been there in the hotel ballroom of course. She remembered with a smile how joyful her brothers and sister were. How heartwarming it was to see her oldest brother, Buck, spinning his three year old daughter around near the buffet table, his wheelchair pivoting rapidly on one cantilevered wheel. They laughed with delight when they stopped, hugging each other as the little girl kissed her daddy’s face with toddler enthusiasm.
Most of the guests were on the dance floor but one guest sat about three tables to Stormy’s left. He was a lanky, broad-shouldered man with thick, conservatively cut, light brown hair.
It was the guy from the bed!
She remembered how he stared straight at her and how she’d gotten a little flustered. It was a wedding; everyone there was an invited guest and a friend of the family. She didn’t know this guy, but he had to be okay. Feeling flushed, she gave him a tentative smile back.
As he stood, Stormy realized that the man was tall, with long legs and a wedge-shaped physique, a real looker. His suit and tie were well-tailored, his designer shoes polished and gleaming. He started toward her and she tried not to stare as he came her way. The guy walked like a panther, all easy grace and smooth, tight muscle.
Smiling in a friendly way, he came up to her and offered his hand. “I’m Jeff,” he said.
Jeff! His name was Jeff! The guy in the bedroom was Jeff…Hand! That was it. His name was Jeff Hand and she was in Jeff Hand’s bathroom.
Stormy had taken his hand and accepted the handshake. “I’m Stormy Stillwater,” she told him. “Drake’s sister.”
“I know,” he responded. “Mind if I sit down?”
She gestured at a chair and said, “No, I don’t mind.”
He sat, his eyes barely leaving her face. “I’m an old friend of Drake’s from college. He spoke of his family often so I feel like I know you.”
Drake was not what anyone would call a talkative fellow but she supposed he had to have done something other than play football and study while in college. “Oh,” she struggled for something to say. “Uhm…well, it was good that you could come to his wedding.”
“It was no problem for me, Drake and I don’t get together much anymore but we still keep in touch.” He flagged down a waiter and gestured toward Stormy’s empty wine glass. “Can you bring a bottle of white over here? The lady and I will pour it ourselves.”
They sat quietly for a minute before Jeff spoke again. His voice was mellifluent, deep and warm. “So, tell me about Stormy. You’re visiting from…Missouri? Montana?”
She smiled. “Montana is where I went to school and started working, but I’ve recently moved back here to be closer to my family. I live on the Paiute reservation with my mother and sister.”
“Ah, back in the bosom of your family.” His gaze was friendly and interested in what she had to say. “That must be nice.”
She giggled. Giggled! Gads. What a ninny. “It’s got its good points and bad points. I’m looking for a rental house either on the reservation or in Fire Gorge. They’re right next door to each other so it would be convenient either way.” The waiter came, opened the bottle of white wine and left them alone again. They were in a hotel ballroom full of people, but Stormy felt like they were the only two there.
Jeff lifted his glass and gestured toward her. She raised her glass for his toast, “to new friends.”
Her face got warm again as she sipped her wine. “So, where are you from…Jeff?”
“I’m from Las Vegas. Well, originally from Minnesota, but I came to Las Vegas for school and never left. I live here in Las Vegas now. You could say we’re neighbors, Stormy--the reservation being only an hour away and all.”
She smiled at him. This was the kind of boy next door she could grow to like.
They chatted for a while and she had several more glasses of wine. Stormy grew more comfortable with him as they talked about movies, favorite musical bands and good places to dine out in Vegas. He asked her to dance when the DJ picked a slow song, and she accepted the invitation.
Jeff was so warm. He held her gently but not tentatively. There was nothing hesitant about Jeff, and yet he treated her respectfully. As they danced, he pulled her in closer to his body and eventually, she rested her cheek on his lapel.
The memories flooded back as she sat on the lid of the commode. He’d taken her out on the hotel terrace during the reception and they’d stargazed for a while. He held her hand and rubbed her back, their wine and the rest of the world left behind in the adjacent ballroom.
Stormy didn’t remember much about the drive from the hotel to his condo, except for how they’d groped each other as he drove. They’d barely made it through his front door before she practically yanked the clothes off him while he kissed her soundly. Clothes were flung all over the apartment as he guided her into the bedroom, his lips barely leaving hers. Falling on the bed together in a heap, Stormy had reached for his cock, shameless, as though she’d done it a hundred times.
She couldn’t imagine what had gotten into her. She never had casual sex! Never! She’d had two boyfriends in her entire life and here she was, throwing herself at a man she’d just met. You’d think that by twenty-eight she’d have had more common sense. But common sense couldn’t compete with a perfect body and a smile that made her feel like she was special…one who probably did this all the time.
His cock had been so hard in her hand, so heavy against her palm, and his lips had been so warm and sensual on her face, her ears, and her throat. Oh God, he suckled on her nipple and she arched against him because she couldn’t help it. Stormy wanted to be closer to him, to touch his body everywhere, to crawl into his skin and make herself a part of him.
More than that, she wanted him buried in her up to the hilt, moving against her, pressing her open and encouraging her to take him deep. She was wet, so wet that his cock slid around between her legs easily. He teased her with it, moving up her slit and over her ragingly excited clit again and again.
Stormy pleaded with him. She made demands. She was shameless and crude with her exhortations. God, did she really say “Fuck me, Jeff, or I’ll throw you on the floor and rape you!”
As she sat there in the bathroom the following morning, her face flamed. Words like that had never come out of her mouth before. She was known as a kind of goody-two-shoes among her family and friends. She didn’t use cuss words. But she’d been so excited and he’d been such a tease.
Her body had been a raging inferno of lust as Jeff kissed and suckled all the way down her body until his face was between her legs. Stormy growled and grabbed at his hair. He gave a big, long lick all the way to her clit. Her clit had been so sensitive, so needy. His tongue delved deeper between her legs and returned to that throbbing nub. Jeff suckled there and Stormy’s hips rose off the bed as she tried to push his head down between her legs harder. His tongue flicked more forcefully and Stormy’s whole body vibrated with the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had.
“Now,” he said. “Now, I’ll fuck you.”
Moaning, Stormy welcomed him back in her arms, and took a perverse satisfaction in their kisses and the taste of her on his tongue. It was unlike anything she’d tasted before, that Jeff-plus-Stormy flavor.
As they kissed he prodded her with his cock, putting it in an inch and then pulling it out again. She moaned and wordlessly begged.
Jeff didn’t make her wait for long, and when he slid in, Stormy wriggled against him encouraging him to move in her. He did, thrusting with ever-increasing speed, pressing himself into a push-up position with strong arms holding him up on each side of her shoulders. Stormy caressed his biceps, murmured encouragement as he plunged in and pulled out, in and out.
It didn’t take but a few minutes before Stormy, still reeling from her first orgasm, rose to crescendo heights again finally crying out with the impact of her second frantic climax. Jeff came with her, his sound of pleasure perhaps the sexiest thing Stormy had ever heard before.
Gently, he lowered himself down on her and rolled her to her side to cuddle up next to him. It was at that point that she realized he’d slid a condom on somewhere during their lovemaking. Gratitude and not a small amount of embarrassment washed over her. She should have been the one to demand protection and yet she’d totally neglected that precaution. Respect for Jeff made her like him even more. Though, she wondered about having that condom so handy. What did that say about Jeff?
They’d done it twice more in the night and again the next morning. She recalled how he’d made her come by spanking her ass while he had mounted her from behind. She’d been so excited at the time that she’d actually liked it. How weird and perverse was that? That’s how she’d gotten that pink tush. What had she done?
Still a little bemused from her restless sleep, the whole wonderful experience had seemed like a dream the next morning. But it wasn’t a dream. She’d gone to bed with a man who was virtually a stranger and had let him, no, encouraged him to spank her. Maybe she was becoming some sort of masochistic tart as she got older. Maybe by the age of thirty she’d be cruising singles bars and smoking extra-long cigarettes. At the moment, however, she was hiding in Jeff Hand’s bathroom. She was embarrassed to the depths of her being. He must think she was a slut, an easy lay just like all the other women he’d brought to his place!
What was she going to do?
The door knob, one of those fancy ones that was a lever rather than a round knob began to move. “Stormy? Are you okay? Look, babe, it was only a dream this morning. Come out and let me make it better.”
Oh, God. He wanted to make it better. She couldn’t sit here wrapped in a sheet like this forever, not that it wasn’t a nice sheet, really nice. The softest sheet she’d ever been wearing in a stranger’s bathroom before. Maybe it was one of those eleventy-gazillion thread sheets she could only drool over in catalogs. Being a law clerk wasn’t exactly lucrative. What did Jeff Hand do that he had money to spend on luxury sheets? Maybe he was a millionaire who had strange women in his bed every day.
Oh no. Maybe he’d given her a disease!
No. Millionaires didn’t have venereal diseases…did they? What had she done! She had to get out of there. Perhaps if she sat there for a while ignoring him he’d lose interest and go away. She could slink out of the bathroom, dress and make a beeline for the door. Her car was back at the reception hotel so she’d have to get a cab.
Disgusted with herself and her situation, Stormy wracked her brain for a better solution but came up dry. He had to be anxious for her to leave. Isn’t that how guys who had one night stands behaved? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. And she had encouraged it, had participated, her whole body flushed with embarrassment. She’d never be able to face him after behaving so loosely.
“I’m okay, Jeff. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay, hon. I’ll be waiting. We can try to do an instant replay of last night. I have all morning for you.”
He didn’t respond, so he’d probably walked away from the door.
Stormy spared one more glance at her pink rear end and screwed up her courage, tightening the sheet around her. The door opened smoothly as she pressed the lever down.
The room beyond the bathroom was spacious and designer-gorgeous. Her head throbbed as she mentally acknowledged that she’d been so full of misplaced lust the night before that she hadn’t noticed the décor. The walls were papered in a textural woven grassy stuff, softly celery colored. There was celery-color crown molding and fancy baseboards. Bright sunshine tickled the slightly open, fabric panes of the vertical blinds on the broad bedroom window. The furniture was blond wood in curves and planes. Jeff was waiting in the bed, striped pajama bottoms on and a smile on his face. She tried to look everywhere but at him.
“There she is, the gorgeous woman who cuddles so well.”
Stormy’s face flamed. Cuddling was way too intimate. “I…uh…I’m not like that.”
He looked a little puzzled, his dark brown brows drifting down as his smile faltered. “You’re not like what?”
“Like this.” She flapped the sheet a little, taking care to be as modest as possible. “I mean, I don’t go to…to bed with strangers like this. I don’t know what got into me.”
He grinned. “I’d say I got into you. If you know what I mean.”
Could your toes blush? She had to get out of there. He looked so hot in bed like that, his chest broad and tanned, a little curly brown hair scattered around and arrowing down into his pajama bottoms. Unwelcome stirrings of interest started up in Stormy’s middle again. She tamped it down mentally. Lust was her enemy. She would not fall prey to it again.
But, damn, he was hot.
Maybe she could kind of do it one more time. She’d already succumbed. Was there any real harm in one more steamy encounter in that great big bed?
As if reading her mind, Jeff patted the place beside him on the bed. “Come over here, babe. You look cold. I’ll warm you up.” He smiled and Stormy’s insides flipped over. “I promise.”
“Well…” one more for the road then she’d grab a cab on the strip and get the hell out of there. It would be a secret memory to think about later. Having a fling was okay, her friends did it all the time. Certainly her best friend Tanya would never pass up this opportunity. Stormy tried to console herself with that notion.
He patted the bed again, “you’re being awfully shy, hon, and I’m beginning to feel rejected.”
“I’m sorry; I don’t mean it that way.” She took two steps toward the bed before pausing again. “I can’t stay here all day with you. I mean, I have weekend things I need to do…laundry…grocery shopping. Stuff…” Her voice became a whisper as he reached for the drawstring on his pajamas.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jeff slid his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. “You look so sexy there.”
Two more steps toward the bed. She was halfway there. “Thank you, you’re sexy, too.”
He touched himself again. “Show me.”
Stormy slowly approached the bed, climbing onto it awkwardly, holding her sheet tight around her.
Jeff touched the hands she’d fisted in the sheet above her breasts. “You’re really tempting in that sheet, but don’t you think it’ll get in the way?”
Stormy’s gaze was drawn toward the tented spot in his pants and moisture built up between her legs. He was so sexy. If only she’d known him a little longer. She recalled that they had things in common and he made her laugh last night. That was one of the most appealing things about him, his sense of humor. He had boyish charm and a bright mind. Of course right now she was interested in other things about Jeff Hand.
He must have seen her staring at his crotch. He lowered the front of his pajamas and his cock sprang free, hard and gorgeous. Stormy’s clit began to pulse and her mouth got moist as if she was hungry and saw a hot, juicy steak.
Slowly, she allowed the sheet to loosen and it dropped to the side. Her gaze went back to his hazel eyes and she licked her lips. That small gesture must have turned him on because out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock twitch, and he began to smile that seductive smile she remembered from the night before.
He reached out and cupped her face in his big hand, stroking her cheek tenderly. “Stormy…”
Naked as the day she was born, she crawled over to him and laid her hand on his chest. His pecs were so hard. Stormy glided her hand down his body, over his tight, defined abs hesitantly. Was this the right thing to do? Probably not. Was she going to do it anyway?
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Damn, he was sexy. Her mouth was watering and her pussy was seeping, and resistance was futile. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss on one of his hard nipples as her own stiffened in response. Jeff smelled like a forest, all earthy and green. He touched her ear, moved his fingers through her hair, encouraging her without being pushy.
Stormy didn’t need much encouragement. She kissed his hard body, tonguing his skin as she worked her way down to his rock hard prick. Jeff tasted like warm, sweet, cream. She pressed her face in the juncture of his thigh and his loins, breathing in the man-smell of him. His rod was smooth against her cheek as she raised her head and looked up at his face.
Jeff was leaning back, his head resting on the headboard, his eyes closed, savoring the moment. His hand was still in her hair, massaging the back of her neck.
As she paused, his eyes opened and he gave her a gentle smile. “I washed up,” he told her. “I won’t taste like condoms.”
Stormy groaned and gave up her hesitation. He was irresistible, and she didn’t want to try to resist anymore. She licked the head of his cock, and he was right, he didn’t taste like condoms. He tasted like…well, like Jeff. Nothing else could compare.
Traveling her tongue down his length and back up again, she heard him sigh with pleasure. “That feels so good, babe.”
Encouraged, she licked him up and down and finally took him into her mouth sucking gently. His length slid over her tongue and into her throat a bit and she took a big breath through her nose before she started fellating him in earnest. After a few minutes of tonguing and sucking, Stormy was really getting into it, and he moaned, tugging on her hair. “Come up here, Stormy. I want to fuck you.”
The crude word turned her on even more. No one had ever talked to her like that, like she was a sexual person who had urges to satisfy. Without saying a word, she let his dick slide out of her mouth and kissed her way back up his body until he led her to his face.
They kissed, gently at first then more forceful. Stormy loved his passion and returned the kiss with passion of her own. He rolled her over on her back and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist like it was the most natural thing to do at the time. And maybe it was. His pajamas were around his knees, but neither of them cared as he reached under a pillow and came back with a foil-wrapped condom. It took him less than thirty seconds to open the packet and slide the clear latex on himself. Finally, he sank into her, his cock fitting into her wet channel like it had found a home.
“God but you feel good,” he said on a soft groan.
“Yeah, I want more, too.” He rose on his arms and began to pump his hips, stroking her shallow and deep. The pressure inside her was incredible, ribbons were curling in her belly and her clit was throbbing in time with her heart.
She cupped his face, suspended above her, and he tilted his head into her hand, his stubbled cheek rasping against her palm.
The pace picked up and Stormy’s excitement began to reach a fever pitch. A slight sheen formed on Jeff’s chest and shoulders and Stormy was incredibly turned on by the wet sounds of their bodies where they joined. She stroked his back, feeling the muscles ripple, and arched up against his pelvis. He curled over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping while she moaned and writhed beneath him.
They were breathing fast, ever faster, panting together as their exertions increased.
Finally, Stormy breathed his name and cried out softly as her body pulsed with a mind-shattering orgasm. But he didn’t let her come down from her high. Jeff continued fucking her while she arched and squeezed him with her knees.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m going to come again.”
“Okay, babe, let go. I want to feel it.”
Sex words again. The rational part of Stormy’s mind, barely heard above the screaming of her libido, noted how deeply well-chosen words could affect her. It was the stuff of future fantasies beyond Jeff, for this time with him was going to end soon. Stormy pushed that idea away and let the feelings overwhelm her again, but this time his groan mingled with her cries as they both reached their peak together.
Panting, he slowed until he was motionless inside her except for the pulsing of his cock as he came. Stormy gripped him tighter and reveled in the idea that she could have this gorgeous, sexy guy between her legs and make him lose himself in the moment.
He lowered himself to rest on his elbows, poised against her gently, smiled, his hands stroking her hair. “I think we’re getting better at this. What do you think?”
She giggled. “Maybe practice really does make perfect.”
Jeff kissed her lightly. “We’ll have to put some effort into it next time,” he joked.
Laughing, she ran her hands up his thick biceps and stroked his face. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, miss we aim to please.”
Gravity returned and settled into Stormy’s bones. Jeff was a temporary madness for her. And it was time to go. He couldn’t possibly want her to stick around. She was quickly wearing out her welcome. She kissed him lightly, pressing her hands against his chest gently. “I ought to go,” she whispered.
His cock slid out of her as he moved against her, “already?”
She nodded, “yeah. I should.”
Jeff rolled to her side and drew her against him, “I wish you’d stay for a while longer.”
“I’ve already stayed too long. I don’t belong here. This isn’t me. I don’t do one night stands.”
He tensed beneath her cheek. “Okay,” he said, pulling his arms away from her. “Let me help you find your clothes.”