Claiming Mia Read online

  Claiming Mia

  BJ Wane

  Blushing Books

  What’s Inside

  “You want to spank me instead of giving me a ticket?” Mia didn’t know if her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup of her heart rate that caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.

  “In the worst way,” he admitted with candor, not bothering to hide the truth. Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his interests lay, she bemoaned.

  They both heard Mia’s convulsive swallow as she contemplated her choices. It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender skin. Okay, maybe the strain on her finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious consideration. If she could sate her curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could put him out of her mind once and for all.

  Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath, she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who could hear her. “I’ll meet you… what?” she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her skirt. “Here?”

  “No time like the present. Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours, but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.” With a hard yank, he drew another outraged gasp from her when he tore off her panties.

  Warm summer air wafted over her exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement. Before she could grasp the significance of that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his touch taking her breath away.

  “Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped, bending his head to nip her earlobe. “Soft and malleable. And so very… spankable.” He drew back and slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.

  Mia shut her eyes against the warm dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what should have been an abasing experience. The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she was just thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that jiggled her flesh. A small cry slid past her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks. A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside, along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating pulses spreading down to her sheath. A part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and discomfort added to.

  ©2018 by Blushing Books® and BJ Wane

  All rights reserved.

  No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Published by Blushing Books®,

  a subsidiary of

  ABCD Graphics and Design

  977 Seminole Trail #233

  Charlottesville, VA 22901

  The trademark Blushing Books®

  is registered in the US Patent and Trademark Office.

  BJ Wane

  Claiming Mia

  v2

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-61258-861-2

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  BJ Wane

  EBook Offer

  Blushing Books Newsletter

  Blushing Books

  Chapter 1

  “Sign here.”

  With a hand that shook, Mia Reynolds put her signature in the designated lines, effectively ending her nineteen-year marriage on her thirty-seventh birthday. “Is that it?” she asked her lawyer, Bob Temple, who gazed at her across his desk with sympathetic eyes.

  “That’s everything. This is a good thing, Mia. You can move on now, get on with your life. Why don’t you go out tonight and celebrate?”

  She gave him a rueful smile. He wasn’t the only one pressuring her to move on, or to start going out more. “Maybe. But not tonight. I still have a full day to put in at the nursery and this stop has put me behind.” She rose, surprised to find her legs steady since her palms were still damp from stress. “Thanks for everything, Bob. Tell Dee hi, would you?”

  “Will do but give her a call. I know she’d appreciate hearing from you.”

  Mia stepped outside and inhaled a deep breath of New Mexico’s warm, arid summer air. Her friend, Dee, wasn’t the only person she’d neglected the past year during her separation from Peter. She’d gotten over the surprise and hurt of her husband’s betrayal a long time ago, so why had she kept herself so isolated from her friends? Slipping behind the wheel of her truck, she admitted it was the loss of what she’d grown accustomed to more than the loss of her husband she’d missed most when he walked out. Peter had become like her favorite robe, something she’d grown so used to and comfortable with, she never thought of sewing the frayed edges where it had become worn. Losing him hadn’t bothered her nearly as much as the shame of him preferring a twenty-two-year-old skinny girl wearing a short, silky robe. Now, that bothered her.

  It took less than ten minutes to reach her nursery and landscaping business located just a half-mile off Whitetail’s Main Street. Of course, in her home town of just under fifteen thousand residents, it didn’t take long to get anywhere, or for gossip to travel fast from ear to ear. She imagined news of her and Peter’s finalized divorce had already spread from one end of Main Street to the other, the same as when they’d split up. Pulling around to the rear of the floral shop and office, she parked and hopped out, waving to her three part-time employees, third-year students from the University of New Mexico, forty minutes away in Albuquerque. She still managed to handle a good portion of the physical work her clients contracted by herself, but valued the manpower and time saved by employing the younger guys. Hiring Barry, Drew and Donny last month after she’d gone full-time with the business had been one of her smarter choices. Hanging on to her dead-end marriage far too long was one of the dumber ones.

  Leaning against the truck, she took a moment to scan the acreage of her business and enjoy the fact it was all hers now. Peter had tried to get half of the nursery she’d spent the last fifteen years building up from scratch while he belittled her efforts and goals. She’d been only too happy to remind him how he used to refer to her part-time work as her ‘little hobby’ and couldn’t help grinning ear to ear when he’d taken his first look at last year’s financial statement his lawyer produced. Signing over the house where they’d raised their twin sons in exchange for her business had been as difficult as she’d first thought. Priceless memories were stored inside the four walls. It had been the one asset i
t pained her to give up, but since she had to make a living with the nursery she couldn’t afford to give him half the equity.

  The boys turned eighteen last spring, and they’d just moved them into the dorms on the campus of Southwestern College in Santa Fe. They’d left small town U.S.A. without looking back and, wide grins splitting their handsome young faces, seemed to take to living in the big city like fish took to water as they wasted no time diving into college by taking a full summer load of classes.

  Mia had always been happiest with her hands buried in dirt or in the midst of designing a garden. She never tired of the view of plants and flowers indigenous to her desert state spread out before her; the rows of flowering shrubs and prickly cacti just waiting to adorn someone’s lawn or perk up an office front. Dealing with empty-nest syndrome on top of her divorce made her even more grateful for the longer planting and lawn care seasons that came with the extended warm months and short winters of New Mexico. With a sigh, she pushed away from the truck and resigned herself to getting back to the office work she’d neglected this past week, her least favorite part of owning her own business.

  She should’ve known Trish, her part-time office assistant, would be ready to pounce as soon as she entered the building housing the floral and business office. “You’re free! When are we going to celebrate?” The perky redhead greeted her from behind the long counter where she stood arranging a wildflower bouquet in a bright blue vase.

  “I don’t have time to celebrate. Who are those for?” Mia nodded to the arrangement of white lilies, yellow roses and blue delphinium as she leafed through the day’s agenda.

  “One guess.” Trish’s sly grin gave it away.

  Mia frowned. “Another one? Didn’t he just pick up a plant for his flavor of the month two weeks ago?”

  “Yes, but you know how the Chief likes to spoil whoever these gifts are for. I think he enjoys keeping everyone guessing who gets them. Now, speaking of hot guys, I say we hit the bars this weekend and hunt down a man for you to sow some long overdue wild oats.”

  Mia rolled her eyes at her ‘younger by twelve years’ employee and friend. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I did anything like that? I’m way too old to be out picking up a guy at a bar. And I don’t need to sow some wild oats. I did that with Pete.”

  “Mia, I don’t know what you did with that loser, but it sure wasn’t the down and dirty. If it had been, you’d still be married. There. How’s that look?” Trish turned the vase all the way around, checking to ensure the flowers were evenly arranged as Mia taught her.

  Ignoring the remark that struck too close to home, she said, “Looks good. When is he picking it up?”

  “Soon, so you’ll be the lucky one to see he gets it. Tell him I said hi, will you?” She smirked.

  Mia sighed in irritation. If there was anyone who could rub her the wrong way, it was their police chief, and Trish knew it. “He always chooses your half day to come by. Another thing that annoys me about the man. Go on, enjoy your afternoon. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  As soon as Trish took off, Mia padded down the short hall to the small office and settled behind her desk to go over the books. Since she’d moved into the compact apartment upstairs, her rent was included in the nursery’s bills, which helped a lot on her monthly expenses but was also a large debit she hadn’t incurred before the separation. Her bottom line didn’t look near as good as the last year before they split. She’d managed to sock away a good sum from her little hobby over the years, but Peter’s attorney won that round and half went to the man who was now living with a young woman who was only five years older than his sons. Shaking her head, she vowed to turn over a new leaf starting now and put that man out of her mind. What was done, was done.

  Over the next hour, putting aside thoughts of her ex and his bimbo proved to be easier than not recalling a day almost ten years ago that remained seared into her memory. The day she could pinpoint as the beginning of her constant vexation with Nolan MacGregor, the town’s bad boy turned law enforcer.

  Clutching two filled grocery bags in her arms, Mia rushed out of the store regretting turning down the bag boy’s offer of assistance. In a hurry to get home and put away the perishables before picking up the boys from school, she thought she could manage alone, but they were heavier than she’d anticipated. Slowing her steps, she rounded the corner, looked down the street for her car and stumbled to an abrupt halt, the scene before her catching her by surprise. She’d heard Nolan MacGregor was in town visiting his parents, but since she didn’t know the man personally, she couldn’t get as enthused about one of his visits as most of the female population in Whitetail. She’d never understood her friends’ infatuation with the former high school troublemaker who had then gone on to surprise everyone by pursuing an exciting career as a DEA agent in Washington. Yes, he was tall, dark and handsome, but no man had caught her interest since she’d set eyes on her husband eleven years ago.

  Not until this very moment as she stood there unnoticed and watched wide-eyed as he fisted one hand in his companion’s long blonde hair and brought her up on her toes to meet the forceful possession of his descending lips. Mia’s mouth went dry when his other hand latched onto the woman’s right buttock, tightened and pressed her pelvis into contact with his. He maintained the masterful hold the whole time he kissed her with a thoroughness that threatened to buckle Mia’s knees. Her pulse spiked and a warm flush spread throughout her body when she noticed his butt-holding hand kneading the plump globe through the blonde’s short skirt and the way his other hand tightened in her hair as he pressed her against the driver’s side of his car.

  This is wrong, just plain wrong, she thought with a rush of panic. She was a married woman, for God’s sake, she had no business reacting so strongly to another man she didn’t even know. Maybe she’d never felt Peter’s hand squeezing her butt or enjoyed such a long, possessive kiss from the only man she’d slept with. She was the lucky one as her strait-laced husband would never grope her on a public street like the uncouth man a few feet from her was doing, oblivious, or just plain uncaring about the people watching.

  And then he did the unforgivable. He raised his head, keeping his hold on the woman as he looked up the sidewalk right at Mia, those razor sharp, enigmatic blue eyes taking in her disheveled appearance with a crooked smile. Mia sucked in a deep breath, the sudden twitch between her legs adding to her discomfort from being caught staring. Irritation replaced mortification and she resumed her step, only to trip over a crack in the walk in her haste to reach her van. Her startled cry as she tried to keep from dropping her groceries resonated in the afternoon air right before a hard arm caught her around the waist.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Here, let me help you with those.” Letting go of her, Nolan plucked the bags from her arms before she could stop him. “Where are you parked?” he asked, appearing unconcerned about the glare coming from his blonde companion.

  “I can get them,” Mia returned, flustered by his sudden nearness.

  “I insist.” The hard edge to his voice made her buttocks clench, that response as shocking as the one between her legs.

  Gritting her teeth, she pointed to her minivan. “There.” She dashed ahead of him to slide open the side door, damn near tripping again in her haste to get away from him. “Thank you,” she said when he straightened after setting the bags on the back seat. He raised one black brow, the sardonic look as obvious as her prim tone.

  “Take care, sweetheart.” With a nod, he strolled back to the woman glaring daggers at Mia.

  With a mental shake of her head, she climbed behind the wheel and drove home praying she could get herself under control before Peter got home from the office.

  Something about the way Nolan had used his body to pin his date against the car, his grip on her head to hold her immobile for his possession, had stirred her in a new, exciting way she still didn’t understand. Given everything she’d heard about the man put him as far fr
om being her type as the distance between earth and the moon. She had seen him a handful of times since that day, and quite often since he’d taken the position as police chief, and her reaction to his knowing gazes was always the same. No man except him had ever caused her pussy to twitch from just a look, and because she couldn’t pinpoint why he irritated her so much, she blamed it on that anomaly. If she didn’t need the business, she would refer him to the florist whenever he called for an arrangement.

  Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed. Before she could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan MacGregor’s amused gaze. Okay, she admitted it wasn’t the man’s physical appearance she objected to. What woman wouldn’t look twice at a six foot two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze? No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware of that ripped body. She much preferred easy-going, polite men.

  Wishing it were anyone but him, she stated with a huff, “You’re crowding me, Chief.”

  Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back. “I wouldn’t make you so uncomfortable if you’d let yourself cut loose with me.”