His Hotcakes Baby, page 1
His Hotcakes Baby
Sabel Simmons
Copyright © 2014 Sabel Simmons
All rights reserved.
Illustration: Isabel Oosthuizen
Editor: Liesel Erasmus
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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He mistook her for a groupie … was he in for a surprise!
Chapter One
“You might be a brilliant author, Hawk Carter, but you are nothing but a bloody libertine! Now remove your body from my person!”
“Come now, little Dove. Your body is way too hot to be such a conformist. Believe me, I will make your body sing. And you, hotcakes will scream in tune every time I make you climax.”
“Really? You believe that drivel you write about?”
He reared back and stared into her clear emerald green eyes. His lion like amber colored eyes heated up even more. Not quite as much as his body did though! Mackenzie gulped when she felt his shaft rise hard and big against her stomach.
“Well, I’ll be … don’t tell me you are still a virgin, little dove? You seem a tad old to claim that virtue.”
“If one of us can proclaim to be old it is you! You surely seem to be hard of hearing. I said, remove your carcass of a body from me! Now!”
“Used to issuing orders, are you hotcakes? Sorry, no can do. Come on, ‘fess up. Are you still a virgin?”
“That is none of your business. I am warning you. If you do not let me go, I am going to … to ... I am sure the paparazzi lurking around would love a picture of you hugging your aching dick!”
“Easy, hotcakes! Wait until we’re naked before you go that far! Although … it is already aching! Well, it is a pity, little dove. I could have given you pleasure that would guarantee to make you scream. For now …”
He leaned forward and his hard lips closed over her plump, inviting ones. She gasped at the unexpectedness of it and his tongue surged inside. He licked the insides of her mouth and then he delved deeper. The hands that tried to push him away earlier, now clung at him as her tongue mated and dueled with his.
Mackenzie was lost. It was more than desire, more than passion. She was consumed by a need, a profound and uncontrollable yearning. An overwhelming and intense longing that quivered all the way down her body to her loins.
All for him, this bloody libertine! Hawk Carter.
He slowly licked her lips and leaned back to look into her eyes; his, half lidded and hidden.
Mackenzie’s breath fluttered to her lungs.
His face promised, passion and pure, wonderful, breathtaking sin!
“Just to show you what you’re missing! Tsk … it really is a pity hotcakes.”
He stepped back and slowly flicked his fingers over her nipples that were jutting forward in hard, painful nubs.
He turned and walked away. Just before he left the room, he turned back to her. His voice was soft and raspy. There was no sign of flippancy. He was dead serious when he made the offer.
“I am staying at the Hilton on 5th Street. Top floor. Change your mind hotcakes … please. I’ll be waiting.”
Mackenzie has never been so tempted in her life.
Chase Paxton was more than annoyed. He was angry. And it was clearly visible in every line of his body, every step he took down the paved path leading to the beach towards the eastside of the Island. His Island. His damn private Island! It was private for a reason.
His estate manager, Billy Paxton usually dealt with intruders. The usual intruders however, were the ones that docked at the jetty with a fancy yacht or speedboat. This time, it was a different type of intruder. One that tried to slip past the security by scuba diving and swimming to the beach. To his annoyance it was a woman. His anger manifested more from his home having been found, than his privacy being invaded.
He found her the moment he left the dense palms and shrubs that surrounded the beach on that side of the island. She stood just to the side of the path busy removing her diving suit. He clamped his hands on his hips, watching her push the suit down. He could not deny that she had a beautiful body, of absolute perfect dimensions with an hourglass waist, which tapered into curvy hips, the sweetest ass and lean sculptured legs.
She wore a tiny emerald green bikini that hugged her ass and tied high on her hips.
If he was not so angry, he might have been tempted to teach the little black haired witch a lesson. As it were, the enticing sight did not even stir his otherwise easily aroused shaft.
“Trespassers are locked up. Or are you going to proclaim you did not notice the sign right in front of you?”
His eyebrows rose when she utter a husky expletive and spun around. His flaccid shaft shot to instant arousal and his whole body stiffened.
“How did you find me?”
“I … you … what?”
“You made it clear you were not interested two weeks ago, hotcakes. Do you think you will get more out of me from a liaison away from the rest?”
“I have no ide …”
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t ever indulge in groupie sex on the Island. You wasted your time. Get back in that suit and hit the surf.”
“Look … there is a …”
His eyes narrowed and swept down her body. She was beautiful and sinfully tempting. Her raven black hair tumbled gloriously down her back. The bangs on her forehead enhanced her soft face with rounded cheek bones, proportionally slim pixie nose, high trimmed brows, soft pouty dark pink lips, and rounded chin. Her dark emerald green eyes were prominent, large and round, surrounded by languid eyelashes of velvet-black. Her face was symmetrically perfect.
Full firm breasts jutted over a tapered and toned torso. Her complexion was flawless and touched with a slight tint of velvet sunlight. The emerald green bikini hugged her sculpted curves and darkened her eyes. He noticed a slight tightening of her nipples and he smiled wickedly.
“On the other hand, hotcakes … you are just too tempting to pass by. I’ll give you a quick tumble. Someone that went to so much trouble to find me, should be awarded.”
Before Mackenzie could utter another word, he yanked her into his arms and his hard lips covered hers in an immediate lustful and wildly sinful kiss. His tongue surged deep and he drank from her mouth with determined confidence.
Her resolve was weakened so rapidly it was embarrassing. Her tongue dueled with his. She dug her nails into his sides where her hands gripped him closer. His wicked lips and tongue followed the curve of her neck. She arched her head back and felt the sand beneath her back. She did not know how she got there, but his hard, muscled body settled between her thighs.
She gasped when he rubbed his hard shaft directly against her clit and she felt the heat rush down her core to soak her bikini panties.
“Stop! What are you …?”
“Oh, little dove … after that kiss there is no way I will believe you are still a virgin! As to what I am doing? I am obliging you, little groupie!”
Mackenzie shouted when his lips closed around a naked nipple, his groupie insult forgotten. Her bikini top easily pushed aside. He tugged on her nipple and rubbed and tweaked the other between his fingers. He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth and suckled harder. Chase could swear he has never tasted such delight in his life. He swopped to the other and smiled when the little black haired groupie mewled and her nails bit into his biceps.
This little dove was going to leave her mark on him. He was sure of that. He lifted his hips up and shoved his shorts and jockeys down. His lips and mouth still greedily suckling at her breasts. The knots of her bikini bottoms gave way to his fingers easily and he flung them aside.
Chase followed the contour of her tapered waist to find and slowly circle her clit. When she moaned, he tightened the circle to rub the little nub sensually. Her hips jerked against his hand. He smiled against her breast. He rubbed slowly over her sheath lips and then pushed his finger inside and groaned. Her heat and wetness immediately pulled him deeper.
Mackenzie’s eyes shot open and she pushed frantically at the huge muscled chest pressing her into the sand.
“Stop! You can’t do this!”
He lifted his head and looked into her feverish eyes. His eyebrows rose and his wicked smile flashed over his lips.
“Can’t I? But this is why you’re here, is it not, hotcakes? Your body is begging for this.”
He pushed another finger inside her and lazily caressed her inner walls. She mewled like a hungry lion. He lifted above her and speared his blunt tip just inside her hot and wet channel.
He clenched his teeth when her heat embraced his throbbing shaft. Leaning closer he whispered against her lips.
“If you really don’t want this, you better tell me now, little groupie. If I go any deeper … the way your hot little body is gripping me, I won’t be able to stop.”
Mackenzie panted. Her mind was blazing. Her body trembled with the need his mouth, lips and fingers had awakened i
“So, little groupie, is this what you want? Do you want me deep inside you, bringing you to a screaming climax? Come now, little dove. I need your answer! Do you want me?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
Chase straightened his arms and plunged as deep as he dared, her scream holding him back. Her heat and muscles clamped and sucked him deeper as he started to thrust. He plunged in and out with hard, fast thrusts, groaning when she thrashed against him, driven by her own need. Her cries were hoarse in the tropical air around them.
Mackenzie felt as if she was ready to explode. Never has she felt a rise of pressure so rapidly, so hard and so intense that she was desperate for the release it promised. Her breathing increased, her body was on fire. She stiffened when her core tightened and screamed when her climax suddenly ripped through her. She could not breathe, her whole body totally controlled by her inner muscles clutching and milking the hard and big shaft driving into her.
Chase groaned when she climaxed, gripping him so tight and milking at him so hard, the pressure of his need increased to a point of pain. He plunged harder and faster and shouted when his release bore him forward to push her deeper into the sand. His release shot deep inside her and he pressed down, his jaw clenched. He closed his eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over him.
He remained like that for long minutes, just treasuring her muscles still clamping him inside her. He moved his back and winced. He smiled. The little hotcake drew blood for sure.
He lifted his head and chuckled when furious palm green eyes flashed at him.
“Get off me!”
“Ah, hotcakes … the encounter did not go as you intended? What was the plan? To cry rape? Unfortunately we both know that is not the truth. I distinctly heard you say yes.”
“I said, get off me!?”
“One thing I have to give you, little groupie. You are one hot little dove. I can honestly say you were the best I’ve had for a very long while.”
“You stupid ass! Did you wear a condom? No, I did not think so! Now, get the hell off me!”
Chase cursed non-stop until he stood next to her fully clothed. He was never so reckless. Never! How the hell did this woman turn him into a damn schoolboy with no bloody sense! He did not even pull out … he came inside her! He watched her furiously tie the knots of her bikini bottom. She yanked the diving suit from the sand and glared at him.
“Don’t even start, woman. You got what you deserved. Had you come to my room that night I invited you, this would not have happened. But I guess that is exactly what you planned. Now, get that damn diving suit back on and go your merry way back into the sea.”
“You … I am not going back …”
“Oh yes you are. You are trespassing. I don’t want you here. I also suggest you forget where this island is. If my whereabouts become known, you will have no life left. I will destroy you.”
“You are a jerk, do you know that? I am from …”
“Either you get into that suit or I throw you in the sea with only those three tiny triangles. You have ten minutes to swim a half mile out to sea before I switch on the laser beams.”
“Laser beams?”
“Time is ticking, woman. I suggest you get going.”
Mackenzie cursed and pulled the diving wet suit on with jerking motions. She did not even glance at him again. She walked to where her oxygen cylinder was and hauled and strapped it onto her back. She walked angrily to the water’s edge before she put her fins on her feet.
Chase watched her with a rigid jaw until she disappeared under the water. Billy joined him fifteen minutes later and they watched a large speedboat appear on the horizon and came to a halt approximately two miles off the coast. Chase held out his hand and Billy handed him the binoculars hanging around his neck.
A vein twitched in Chase’s temple when he watched the bewitching groupie being pulled onto the boat by two young men. He handed the binoculars back to Billy and spun around. His anger now exponentially increased.
“Keep an eye out Billy. I won’t be surprised if they come back here. Sent out a warning to the coast guard. They are supposed to monitor the traffic in this direction! I want to know how they slipped by.”
Chase refused to acknowledge that this was one woman he wished were not just a groupie enamored with his fame.
Chapter Two
“I am really sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Paxton, but we have experienced major losses of dolphins over the past six months. All the recent activities leads to the area around your islands. We have to conduct a series of tests and studies in that area to ensure it is not going to affect other marine life and to find the cause of the deaths.”
Chase sighed. He really did not need this now. He just started on his latest thriller and had no patience with strangers underfoot. The exact reason why he bought this Island three years ago in the first place. On the main land he was always surrounded by paparazzi and females. Femme fatales and socialites that wanted what the paparazzi so blatantly reported on. The millions he made with his thrillers, movie rights and investments. Then there were the groupies. The ones that were after a quick tumble with a famous celebrity. He sometimes accommodated them when he was on the main land. He never had to pursue a woman, they constantly pursued him.
His one mistake when he was young, taught him that a woman was there for one purpose. To fulfill a sexual need and that was what he used them for since. He never bothered with relationships, he didn’t need to. There were enough woman after him to fill his bed every night with a different one. Not that he indulged to such an extent. Nor nearly as much as the tabloids reported. He at least had to desire the woman and he was highly particular whom he took to bed. The past year since his father passed away has been difficult and he spent most of it on the Island. Except for that one excursion into Miami for a book signing. Where the black haired groupie caught his eye.
No one except his family knew where his home was. Where he disappeared to when he’s had enough of the fake affection.
Musha Cay was a quarter of a square mile sized island in the Exuma Chain, in the southern Bahamas. It was located 85 miles southeast of Nassau. He bought it from the illusionist David Copperfield. Musha Cay was surrounded by three smaller islands that added to the privacy and the appeal it had to him.
“Mr. Paxton? Are you still there?”
“Look, Mr. Loxley was it?”
“Yes, Sean Loxley. I am the Operational Director at the Florida Institute of Oceanography. This is a real problem, Mr. Paxton and we would not impose on your privacy if we had any other choice.”
“How long can I expect to have people underfoot?”
“Hopefully no more than six to eight weeks.”
“How many people?”
“The team consists of the Assistant Director of Marine Conservation and Fisheries, Mack Lewis and four Marine Biologists and a further two Mammal Biologists.”
“No. You have fully equipped vessels. Why not use them? I refuse to have my home turned into a research lab.”
“We only have a smaller vessel available at the present time.”
“Good. The vessel can dock at the Rudder Cut Cay Island, which also belongs to me, and there are two large cottages they can use. Your Assistant Director will stay here and I want a daily report on their findings and movements. My assistant will email you a confidentiality agreement that everyone on that team is required to sign. Only once my attorney receive the signed copies and copies of their passports will I agree to it.”
“I’m not sure Mack will want to be separated from the team.”
“It is the only leverage I will have to ensure my privacy remains intact and where they will be every minute of every day. If it is not acceptable, don’t bother returning the signed agreements. No one will be allowed within ten miles of the Islands. The coast guard will make sure of that.”
“Very well. We will have everything in your attorneys’ hands first thing in the morning. We would like to get started as soon as possible.”
