Forbidden Fruit is always the sweetest…

November 29, 2009 at 11:54 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It’s great to spend time with family that live far away.

I also, hope that you are enjoying my blog book, Choices.

Chapter 9

“I don’t want you seeing that boy any more.”

            Harlan Westfall’s white hair glinted in the sunlight pouring in from the picture window behind him.  Book cases lined the walls filled with leather bound books.  His cherry desk was massive and littered with several stacks of files.  She had always hated this room.  It was the room where her father hid from his family.   

Her eyebrows furrowed together, her hands perched on her hips.  “I’ll date who I want,” she replied indignantly.

“The hell you will,” he yelled.  “I’ll not have my daughter parading around town with trash!”

She leaned over, her palms falling flat on his desk.  “Jackson Hart is not trash!”

He flew out of his chair, his bloodshot eyes meeting hers.  A blood vessel pounded at his temple, his face red with anger.  “That boy is the very definition of it, and you would be wise to remember my words.  Just because your mother died, it doesn’t mean you can run around town doing whatever you want.  Despite your best attempts to ruin yourself and this family, you will do as I say or you will be sorry.”

She spun on her heel, throwing the door open with such force it flew into the wall with an audible slam.  Running up the staircase, she did her best to hold in the tears that threatened to fall.  She hated him!  Every bit of compassion he ever possessed had died the day her mother was placed in the ground.  He was a machine, relentlessly tossing out orders without any concern for the people he crushed in his path.  As she rounded the corner, she collided with Curtis.  His hands came up to steady her, but she brushed them away in disgust. 

“You really did it, didn’t you?” she bit out angrily.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he barked.

“You told Daddy about the barbeque,” she accused.

He laughed, as he shook his head in aggravation.  “You really are stupid.  Did you think you could broadcast your little fling all over town and Daddy wouldn’t find out?”  He glanced up at the ceiling.  “God, sometimes I wonder how we could be related.”

“Get out of my way, Curtis.” 

She shoved past him to run into her room, slamming the door behind her.   She hated him.  Why she had been cursed with such a horrible brother, she would never know?  Ever since her mother died, everything had fallen apart.  Both her Daddy and Curtis thought they could tell her what to do.  Without her mother’s calm intervention, she was left alone to fight them by herself.  Still, she would not let them tell her who she could spend her time with.  It was her right to make that decision.  She threw herself across the bed, reaching for the phone on the nightstand.  If her Daddy thought that he could keep her away from Jackson, he was wrong. 

And she knew just how to get around his ridiculous request.


“I don’t know about this,” Leah balked, as she eased the car through the gate to turn onto the highway.

“I’m telling you it will be fine,” Mallory chided.

“If your daddy finds out that I took you to see Jackson Hart, it won’t be,” she warned, her eyes focused on the road ahead.

“He’ll never find out, Leah,” she assured, as she pulled the visor down to reapply her makeup in the mirror.

Leah shook her head.  “Well, we had better enjoy this little moment, because if your daddy tells my parents, I’ll be grounded for the next month.”

A quick glance let her know that the barn was coming into view over the hill.  She quickly dabbed her lips with lip gloss, as Leah pulled the car around to the back so they wouldn’t be seen.  Jackson’s motorcycle was already there, alerting her to the fact that he was waiting inside.  Her entire body hummed with excitement.  When Mallory grabbed the door handle, Leah put a restraining hand on her arm.

“Just answer this for me,” she prodded.


“Is he really worth all of this?”

Mallory’s gaze traveled to the barn, before returning to meet her friend’s concerned stare.  “Yes.”

Leah gave her a quick nod.  “Okay, then I’ll be back in two hours.”

She watched Leah pull away.  Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the barn.  Jackson leaned against the side of a stall, a billow of smoke forming a cloud over his head, his cigarette dangling from his lips. 

“Hi,” she said nervously.  “I wasn’t sure you would come.”

Jackson tossed his cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with his foot.  “I probably shouldn’t have,” he admitted ruefully.

She crossed the distance, needing to feel close to him.  “Why?” she asked.

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth tilting up.  “I’m not sure about your motives.”

Taking a step closer to him, her gaze met his.  “I don’t have any motives.”

He chuckled.  “Oh, I think you do.  I just wish I knew what they were.”

“I just wanted to see you.  Can’t it be that simple?” she inquired softly.

“I wish it was that simple,” he murmured, his hand coming up to trace the side of her cheek.

She leaned into him, pressing her body against his.  In all of the times she had spent with fumbling boys, she had never felt anything like the way she felt when she was with Jackson.  When her hands traced the muscles of his chest, his finger tilted her chin up to face him. 

“You know that this isn’t a good idea…for either of us,” he warned, his voice almost a whisper.

“I just want to be with you,” she vowed earnestly.

“I almost believe you.”

Before she could question the meaning of his words, he led her into a stall.  He grabbed an old blanket from the side, shaking it out before spreading it across the floor.  Excitement flared through her body.  Still, she couldn’t help but feel a moment of indecision.  She had heard enough stories to know that Jackson Hart knew what he was doing when it came to women. 

Would he expect her to be more experienced?

Would he be disappointed in her?

All questions vanished when his body covered hers and his mouth moved over hers.  Her fingers blazed trails through his hair.  When he held her like this, she could block out the world.  His tongue demanded entrance into her mouth, and she answered the request.  Their tongues touched playfully, before tangling with each other.  Soon, kissing was not enough.  She wanted to feel him everywhere.  Her fingers nervously pulled at the buttons on his shirt.  Pushing the fabric over his shoulders, her hands burned as it touched his bare skin. 

His mouth traveled to her neck, reaching higher to taste the sensitive hollow of her ear.  A delicious shiver raced up her spine.  Still, she wanted more.  Her hands traced the bunched muscles of his shoulders, the hard planes of his chest, the sensitive skin of his stomach.  He rose up on one elbow, pulling at the buttons of her shirt until it fell open.  Sliding the straps of her bra to her forearms, his mouth blazed a trail of fire across her collarbone.  When his head dipped lower, she thought she would surely go insane. 

“Jackson,” she murmured softly, unable to find the words to voice her request.

But he understood what she wanted all too well.  He also knew that he was slowly losing control.  When he began this, he had only thought he would kiss her a little bit.  But they were past kissing now, and he couldn’t find the strength to stop.  He wanted to taste her, wanted to feel her body against his without the barrier of clothing.  Pushing her bra up, his tongue slid over her nipple.  Sweet heaven…that’s what she tasted like.  Nothing had ever tasted so sweet, or would again he feared.  At her moan, he pushed the bra to her waist baring her to his view.  He took full advantage of the moment, gazing upon her bare breasts.  Her eyelids fluttered open at his hesitancy.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his tongue circling her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She clutched his head to her breast, holding him in place.  His lower body pressed against her.  He knew she could feel his arousal.  He wanted her to know just how much he wanted her.  His hand reached down to stroke her leg, causing her knee to rise up in silent acknowledgement.  His hand traced the delicate skin of her inner thigh before sliding lower, his mouth never leaving hers.  When his hand cupped her, she moaned.  Her hips moved of their own volition against his hand, practically begging for more. 

When his hand slid beneath the elastic barrier of her panties, she clutched him tightly.  One finger parted her folds, before slipping inside.  She gasped softly.  He withdrew his finger only to drive it inside again.  He angled his body higher, his mouth closing over hers as his hand continued it maddening rhythm.  His tongue delved into her mouth at the same time that his finger entered her body.

Jackson could feel her body tighten around him.  She was so tight and wet.  He wanted nothing more than to drive himself inside of her right now.  But it was too soon.  The feel of her body clutching his finger made him squeeze his eyes tightly shut.  God, he wanted her.  He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other girl.  He could spend all day in this barn inside her body.  Her deep breaths alerted him that she was close.  She cried out his name into the stillness of the barn, as her climax ran down his hand.   Listening as she caught her breath, he kissed her tenderly.  Rising  up on his elbows, he watched the emotions pass through her eyes. 

She stared up at him, her eyes wide.  “I never knew…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing the line of her jaw.  He righted her skirt and blouse, removing temptation from his sight. 

“But you didn’t…we didn’t…” she trailed off, unable to find the words.

“Another time,” he assured. 

And he knew there would be. 

Despite his best attempts to stop them both from making a huge mistake, this was going to happen.  One taste had only served to give him a raging appetite, and it was an appetite that would have to be fulfilled. 

One way or another, he would have Mallory Westfall.

And God help them all when he did.

Stay Tuned for more of Choices…


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