.01 Percent: Chapter 2

Jim looked at the door nervously.

What if she isn’t my type?

What if she isn’t willing?

What if she tries to run?

What if I can’t get it up?

“Will you stop?” Jenna muttered darkly. “I’m getting nervous just watching you.”

He stopped pacing.

“Do you really have to be in the room when we... you know...” he trailed off and pointed at the giant king size bed that dominated the room.

At the moment, it was the proverbial elephant in the room.

“Fuck?” his bodyguard offered, the corner of her full lips curling slightly.

His eyes narrowed.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”

She gasped and feigned innocence. “Me?”

Seeing his dour mood, her eyes softened.

“Relax. The doc is just doing her due diligence. Your toothless country bumpkin wench will be here before you know it. And then you can both fuck like little horny bunnies.”

“And you really have to be here?” he said, ignoring her new nickname for his “assignment”. The idea of being watched was... well he purposively hadn’t thought too hard on it.

“The general was clear,” she said neutrally. “No one’s to get near you without one of us present.”

“Oh?”

He couldn’t suppress the smile from his voice.

When she didn’t respond in her usual quick witted banter, his smile widened.

“Did she ask you what the Chain of Command was?”

She rolled her eyes but said, in a voice not unlike the general’s, “The chain I beat you with until you do what I say.”

Oh to be a fly on that wall, he privately mused, remembering that very line being said to him when he’d first told the general no.

The door slowly creaked open and both Jenna and Jim looked at the door.

Holy crap on a cracker.

He risked a glance at Jenna and saw the same shocked expression he knew he wore.

The toothless country bumpkin wench was fucking hot. Like, Jessica Simpson coming off the set of The Dukes of Hazzard h-a-w-t. Blond hair, blue eyes, mountains for knockers, and an exposed mid-drift you could bounce quarters off of. She was wearing a flannel top tied at the front and--no joke--daisy duke shorts.

He had to swallow the melon in his throat before he could find his voice.

“H-Hi.”

Smooth, Jim. Real smooth.

Daisy Duke looked him up and down, her hands entwined in front of her nervously. Assessing him, a slow coy smile appeared.

“Hi.”

Her voice was small. Shy.

Jesus H. Christ, she’s young. She must have just turned 18.

When she looked at Jenna, the armed woman shifted uncomfortably.

Ha! Toothless my ass.

Aloud he said, “Just ignore her. I know I do.”

Is it wrong that I really want to fuck her?

As if reading his mind, Jenna glared at him with more promised violence than usual.

Daisy Duke turned and smiled at him before quickly lowering her blue eyes to watch him from under her eyelashes.

“I’m just glad you’re...” her cheeks suddenly flushed, accentuating a few freckles on her nose that he hadn’t noticed before.

All moisture left his mouth in one mass exodus.

Clearing her throat, Jenna stepped in between them. Giving the shy girl an apologetic smile, she began to frisk her. When she didn’t find any shotguns tucked away between Ms. Daisy Duke’s gorgeous ass cheeks, she moved back to her post... but not before glaring at him as if he were a dirty old man-monster.

I get it, she’s innocent. I’ll be gentle, he tried to say with his eyes.

Sniffing loudly, Jenna resumed her silent wall leaning and continued to watch him with disapproval.

Seeing the overbearing bodyguard semi-satisfied, Jim armed himself with a warm smile and turned to the country girl.

Now what?

Sensing an awkward silence about to start, Jim went with something basic.

“What’s your name?”

“No names,” Jenna barked.

They both looked at the her, and Jenna shrugged--apologetically?

“I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.” She said, before hitching up an eyebrow at him pointedly. “And so will you.”

Wordlessly Jim and hawty turned to each other.

He raised an eyebrow at Ms. Daisy, mimicking Jenna perfectly, and was rewarded with a giggle.

Her giggling was infectious and before he knew it he was grinning at her like a madman.

When the laughing lines on her face smoothed over, her whole demeanor change.

Lips parted slightly, chest rising more rapidly, pupils dilating...It was all subtle, but the realization of it’s implications made his heart skip a beat.

Sensing a fading window, he reached up and brushed her cheek.

She didn’t shy away.

Her breath came to him heated, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening against his fingertips. Watching her eyes closely, he leaned in but slowed halfway, tentatively.

Seeing his intentions, she immediately closed the space between them and their lips touched.

Soft lips melted into his.

Oh.

The unchaste need he felt in her lips was unexpected, and he instantly became hard.

Harder than Chinese math kind of hard.

Her tongue darted between his lips, teasing him, and he responded by grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him. Opening his mouth to her he felt her tongue invade him eagerly. Her hands dug into his hair and she pressed her body into his.

Any reservations he had earlier vanished and all that was left was unadulterated lust.

His hands travelled over her hips, along the small of her back, before making a sharp turn to her two glorious ass cheeks. She pressed her pelvis into his, and he knew she could feel his arousal.

Breaking the hot kiss, she leaned her forehead into his.

At first, all they could hear was their breaths mingling together.

Catching his breath, he inhaled her smell. It was an outdoorsy scent. Like spring and fall rolled into one.

Her hand moved off of his shoulder and down to his belt.

He froze.

Slowly, she pulled the strap away from it’s single tooth, freeing it.

Suppressing a shudder, he watched her hand work at the front of his pants.

“Hmmm,” Daisy murmured. “Is that a flashlight in your pants, Sir, or are you happy to see me?”

His pants slid off his hips and a rock hard cock sprung free, pointing at her accusingly.

She reached down and grasped him. Her touch sending a thrill through him.

“Oh my, I think someone is very happy to see me.”

Daisy, smiling, kissed him again. But before the chaste kiss could turn into something more, she pushed him onto the bed behind him.

And then, at a slow deliberate pace, she went down on her knees. All the while her bedroom eyes locked onto his.

Lips parting, she continued her eye-fuck gaze as she lowered her head.

Grasping his cock with one hand, she kissed the very tip before lightly blowing on it.

“Fuck me,” Jim gasped.

“Oh I plan to,” she said, smiling up at him. “Thoroughly.”