“I’ve taken a job teaching at one of the local high schools here. I need a place to stay, your Mom said you might like a housemate.” She snorted, a cute sound that got my cock twitching, I wondered how she would feel with me buried balls deep within her. My heart fluttered a little as I thought of the prospect of Susan, My Susan entwined with me in my queen sized bed. I had gotten rid of all the furniture that had been a part of my old life with Becky, it held too many painful memories for me to hold onto. I simply kept a few treasured pictures of us, at graduation and our wedding.
I didn’t think as I moved closer to Susan. My hands reached up and took her face, pulling her lips against mine I knew as soon as they touched, I had loved her for a long time, from her response. I could tell that she too, had loved me. My towel fell from my hips and my body responded. I yanked off the apron that covered her. The floral dress that she wore surprised me. I pulled away for a moment before I dived back in to kiss her, my hands unbuttoning her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. My tongue traced her jawline, as I licked my way down to those flawless, hand-sized breasts.
My perfect woman was right here, I knew it as I slipped her dress from her body. She trembled at my touch with excitement. She was the one who would bring me back to life, as evidenced by my hardened cock. I licked my way down to her panties, pulling them down slowly to inspect my prize, I could smell her arousal, and see how wet Susan’s panties were, knowing she was as ready for me as I was for her.
I stood and lifted her onto the cleaned table, gently parted her legs and returned my mouth to take sweet possession of her pussy. Her moans and gasps of pleasure were musical as my tongue slid along her damp folds. Her honey tasted like heaven. My beautiful Susan ran her hands through my hair, encouraging me to take her higher. I brought her to the edge with my mouth before I stood and kissed her, my hand angling my hard on at her entrance. With a grunt of pleasure I entered her, she gasped at my entry, her hands running along my shoulders to my back, nails slightly dragging along my skin. And I knew from the sharp little pains on my back that this was real. I began thrusting inside her, our bodies connected physically and spiritually, I knew that when the time was right, I’d have my Susan as my wife. I looked into her eyes as I took her on the kitchen table, and I knew that she understood and wanted to be with me, when our time was right to be man and wife.
Susan
I was the blushing bride as my father escorted me down the aisle to my groom. Ross looked gorgeous as he stood there. Our venue was a small public garden. It was cosy, perfect for our small wedding. Ross had gone the big wedding route with Becky, and I had never wanted a big church wedding.
The last six months had been hard at times for Ross, but we had learned to live life again, together. Filled with passionate lovemaking, tears, hopes and dreams that we were working hard on, one of those dreams would, in about six months become a reality. I smiled as I placed my hand on my belly. The time to tell everyone was here, and what more perfect place to celebrate our new family than our wedding.
The Celebrant bound us as man and wife and we kissed, I had whispered something to her prior to the ceremony kicking off and after the cheers had died down the Celebrant held her hands up for silence.
“The Bride and Groom also have an announcement to make.” She said, the expectant silence greeted me, I held Ross’ hand and grinned.
“We’re expecting!” I said with a huge grin on my face. Screams and cheers of joy echoed around out little park, parents playing with their children on the playground stopped and looked over at our little wedding party before they went back to their children’s play. Ross and I were swamped with hugs and kisses. I looked around and saw that Ross’ groomsmen were pulling something out of their bags.
“Oh no…” I said, pulling Ross close. “Your College buddies are at it again.” Ross looked over to them and then to me, “Wanna make a break for it? I think they got Nerf guns.”
Ross kissed me on the temple before he pulled out a bag of his own from behind a chair. Inside was a small padded vest, which he slipped over my wedding dress, and then handed me a Nerf gun, before handing them to my bridesmaids
“Nah, let’s take them on.” He said with a grin as he armed himself. Our wedding guests looked at the spectacle about to start, and wisely backed away as Ross’ groomsmen attacked the rest of the bridal party.
As the Nerf darts began to fly, I knew one thing was for certain - My life with Ross was going to be one hell of a fun ride!
The End
HIS SECRET BABY
Chapter one
“You can’t be serious. This is something that only the guys should be involved in. We don’t need the embarrassment of a woman deciding that she can do something like this. Do yourself a favor and bow out now, before you become a laughingstock of the office.” Leslie Spencer was always considered the ugly duckling, but she had learned to love who she was in the mirror. She might’ve been a little bigger in the hips, but her natural D cup breasts really did draw the boy’s eyes to her like a moth to a flame. That was never more evident than when Evan came into the office and started to flirt with her shamelessly.
“You’d think after all of these years that people would be more progressive in their thinking. Today, there are many sportscasters that are women, where it was primarily a male dominated profession. You see women screaming for their home team. It’s not just the man who gets to enjoy the spectacle of competition.” Evan was a man that grew up in an old fashioned household. If his father ever found that one of his children was dating a woman of color or even considered playing for the other team, then he would most likely be disowned and thrown from the house.
“Think about what you are doing. The guys don’t know yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Once they get a look at the list of those that are competing, they’ll know that you were going against them. They don’t like you much anyway.” Leslie was the one that either made their life miserable, or gave them a moment of reprieve. She was the manager of the office and it was beholden to her to make sure that everything was run in tiptop efficiency. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t be their friend and their boss at the same time.
“I’m just a little sick and tired of all of these preconceived notions that men need something for themselves. You don’t see women complaining that men can’t be in the kitchen. You would think that a woman’s enthusiasm for sports might actually be a turn on.” Leslie had never done the conventional thing. There were times that she shocked just for the sake of putting people on notice. Men in particular walked round in their own bubble and sometimes she had to burst it to get their attention. Whether it was with her stylish and seductive clothing, or even the way that she wore her hair, she was never considered normal by today’s standards.
“For a girl that likes to dress like you are in the fifties, you would think that you would have the same kind of mentality.” Evan was upset and now he was lashing out for the sake of getting his pound of flesh. Leslie was not only in the sports pool, but she had even started to play fantasy football with some remarkable success. Evan knew that if his father was here he would be rolling around in his grave.
Even though Leslie knew that Evan was not happy, it didn’t stop him from ogling her otherwise prominent assets. She never claimed to be pure, as the driven snow. There were guys that found her to be quite attractive, but there were also times that she felt like they were looking at her with distaste. Her curves were her best feature, but it was her attitude that made most men think that she wasn’t worth the effort. Outside the office, she was a little different, but still standoffish when it came to men and their advances.
The posting would be on the board in a few minutes and she could almost hear the gasp of disapproval from those men that were still living in the Stone Age. The girls would most likely think that she was doing them a favor, but there would be others that would believe that she was only doing it to get underneath the skin of the men.
Being an only child, Leslie had never had what she considered to be a normal upbringing. Her parents were scientists and they believed that anything that was worth doing was worth doing right. She felt like they were helicopter parents. Anything that she did, she felt like she could do better. It was their accusing eyes and disappointment that made her strive for excellence. She did not settle for second best in her life or personal life. It was the reason why her relationships never lasted more than a couple of months. She always found some kind of fault that would lead to the man in her life to walk out that door and never look back.
It almost was like music to her ears, as the posting was made. The collective gasp and the murmurs in the crowd were not unexpected. She got some dirty looks from the guys and some thumbs up from the girls. There were a couple of guys that started to laugh at her expense and she knew exactly how to exact some sort of revenge. Somebody was going to have to work weekends and overtime and apparently Steven and Joseph had just volunteered.
It was nice to be in a position of power. It was the one aspect of her life that she believed that she had control over, even though her personal life was dismal at best. She could never get over how men constantly stared at her like a piece of meat or tried these lame come ons that sounded too ridiculous to even mention in public. There were those cheesy ones that made her shake her head and there were those that were creative, but still just as sleazy. They would’ve gotten more flies with honey. Asking her out for a drink or going to dinner or a movie would’ve been a good first step.
She was tall at 5’9, 180 pounds and there was no substitute for her flaming red hair. What most people didn’t realize was that the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Nobody really knew much about her and the fact that she really didn’t like sports had never come up in conversation.
She got this little giddy thrill out of knowing that she was making people uncomfortable. The guys in particular were not exactly happy and showed their displeasure by turning a blind eye to her. It was only after she called them on the carpet that they would have to abide by her wishes or hit the highway.
Leslie took her love of the fifties and turned her drab clothing into a fashion forward. She especially loved wearing pants suits. It made her feel like she was literally wearing the pants in the company. She did like to flaunt what god gave her and didn’t mind showing off the boulders on her chest. She kind of found it to be a wicked release of endorphins to make the men stumble all over themselves in her presence. At first, she blushed at their awkward attempts to see down her blouse. After a while, she started to make a game out of how to make them squirm in their seats.
“You really don’t have any boundaries, Leslie. I applaud you for throwing your name into the hat, but these guys are not exactly happy with you. It has always been one of them that wins every year and now you have the possibility of taking what they think is theirs. I think it’s a damn shame that they still don’t understand that women can do what men can and maybe better. Every time that you do something like this, I have to bow down. You’re paving the way for the rest of us. You’re breaking those glass ceilings, not unlike those women that found a way to vote.” Tammy Marx had seen a real shift in attitude around here. It all came from Leslie stepping on some toes and making herself the one that everybody feared.
“I’m doing this for all of womankind. There has to be a time and place where we can stand and say that we’ve had enough. Do you think that I got where I am by giggling at some owners joke. I live on my talent and I let my credentials speak for themselves. I’m not saying that I don’t like the attention. Every woman dresses to impress and we would be lying to ourselves if we said that we didn’t want them to look.” Leslie had never wanted to be in a position of power, but her parents had taught her that life was about making statements.
Chapter two
Two weeks went by with people walking around on eggshells. Those that dared to speak up in defiance for what she had done by entering into the pool was made an example out of. Leslie had no problems teaching that lesson with long hours and very little pay. It became a matter of a dare amongst the men to see who was going to say something. Those that were made an example certainly did make others take a step back and rethink their strategy.
After the first week, they started to realize that the chances of her winning were astronomical. She was one woman in a pool of 50 men. For her name to be chosen at random would’ve been tantamount to lightning striking some place twice. They decided that they would let the chips fall where they may. It was sound thinking. They were beginning to see that Leslie was not a woman to be messed with.
It was the big day and everyone was going to have the chance to have a VIP experience with the local NFL football team. To her credit, Leslie had begun to do her own research on the sport. It was kind of barbaric, but the very first time that she sat down to watch a game, she became mesmerized by the strategy of the sport. It didn’t hurt that those hot little bodies were encased in the tightest uniforms known to man. They definitely didn’t have a shy bone in their body and the uniform really was appealing to her eye.
At the end of the day, everybody crowded around to see who was going to have the honor this year. While they really didn’t believe that she would win, but the very fact that she was in the pool was a big step forward. Hopefully next year a few other women would follow suit and before you know it there would be a contingent of 50% men and 50% women. She had lofty goals of changing the world one stereotype at a time.
“As always to avoid any kind of suspicion the janitor from the next building over will be responsible for choosing a name at random.” The guys were begging the gods to step in on their behalf. They had their lucky rabbit’s foot and even deals with the devil, but in the end Leslie’s name was chosen. People were in shock and walked around in a daze like they couldn’t believe that this had really happened.
Leslie was congratulated on her big win, but it was mostly to save face. The girls were elated and they made a spectacle out of taking her to her office and getting her ready. A new dress, makeup and a hairstyle was exactly what was needed.
Giggles of enthusiasm were followed by Leslie walking from the office in her business attire. She made sure to shake what her mom gave her all the way down to the limo that was waiting at the front door. The driver was slightly taken back by the fact that there was a woman in the seat in behind him. She was beautiful. In his home country, she would’ve been a sought after commodity.
She had the dress beside her, but she didn’t want to feed into the egos of the players. To show up like some hooker from the street would be sending a bad message.
“In all the years that I’ve driven the winner to the stadium, I’ve never had anything like a beauty like you. I have to admit that you bring a certain class and style to all of this. You’re certainly not going to scratch yourself or belch and that itself is a step up in my opinion.” Carlos was hired by the stadium to bring the winner into the locker room personally. He bypassed security and went directly into the main parking lot “Don’t let those boys intimidate you, miss. We all put our pants on one leg at a time.” Being a gentleman, Carlos opened the door and escorted her through the security measures put in place to make sure that the players were safe from scrutiny.
“Oh no…there’s no way that I can allow you to go back there. It’s unheard of for a woman to see the men in their current state of undress.”
“I’m afraid that I have to insist. This is not any different than when a female reporter goes back to interview after a big game. They may not like it, but they do tend to play along for the sake of appearances. They’re just going to have to get used to the fact that I’m the one that they’re going to have to impress. If you don’t want a lawsuit, you will stand down and let me pass without any further interruptions.” Giving a sigh of resignation, the guard moved away from the entrance to the hallway.
Carlos gave her a round of applause that was met by her turning with a crimson expression on her face. She was embarrassed, but she was secretly happy that this man had found her to be charming. Leslie had already seen the wedding ring on his finger and knew that he was considered off the market.
“Brock, you should be more careful about what you say. We do have feelings and if you’re not careful, you might find yourself alone out there on the field. You may think that you are special, but to us you’re nothing. It would be good for you to remember that there is no I in team” Brock stood at his gigantic 6’5 statue and stared with a smirk on his face. The players hadn’t exactly welcoming him with a glad hand. He had just finished shaving his head and putting himself through the paces in the weight room to make his black body that much more appealing to those women groupies.
“I’m just stating a fact. The owner and manager brought me into this team to put it on the map. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers, but I’m the star and it would behoove you to treat me like one.” Leslie was standing and slightly at awe and speechless at these men that looked like they were cut out of the pages of some muscle-bound magazine. Their bodies were draped in towels, but there were a few that were unabashedly walking around with not a care in the world.
Finding her voice, she decided to say something. “I’m here to meet the team.” At the sound of her voice the guys turned and pretended to feign innocence. They covered themselves nonchalantly, but there were some cock sure young men that had actually dropped their towels in response to a woman being present. “I know that this is unusual, but I’m the winner of the VIP contest this year. I want you to treat me like any other man, except that I’m a woman.” They surrounded her in a pile of wanton flesh and she thought for a moment that her knees were going to buckle out from underneath her.
There was one in particular that didn’t go in for this kind of fanfare and that was the one that she zeroed in on. Taking the good natured ribbing from the boys, she finally made her way over to Brock. He was this black Adonis that hovered over her and made her feel intimidated for the first time in her life.
“No offense, but I really don’t condone women to be in the locker room. Call it whatever you want, but I don’t really believe that this is a place for those that don’t have a pair of balls.” He was putting her in her place, but found that she was not easily placated. When he tried to walk away, she grabbed his towel and gave an appreciative whistle at seeing his hard packed globes.
“I think that you’ll find that I’m more than even you can handle.” She was daring him to say something in response. What she got instead was Brock turning around in profile with his family business swinging to and fro between his legs.
“If that is supposed to impress or scare me, then you’re going to have to do a whole lot better than that.” Leslie wasn’t showing it, but inside she was salivating for a chance to taste the meal in front of her. She had been with a few men, but nothing that even came close to possessing something like. If she had to make an educated guess, she would probably say that it was about 9 inches of prime Real estate.
“I stand corrected. Apparently you do have a set of balls on you the size of grapefruits. Let me get dressed and I’ll show you around personally.” He didn’t like her brash attitude and had every intention of making her the butt of his jokes.
Chapter three
Brock dressed in a tailored suit that was made from the finest silk material that money could buy. He was used to having everything that he wanted on a silver platter. “As you can see, the facilities are nothing, but the best. The weight room in particular is my favorite. It was a big selling point for coming here. It didn’t hurt that his salary was in the seven figures” He had her on the goal line. He noticed that she was looking around and probably thought that she had died and gone to heaven.
“To be honest, I’ve never been much into sports. My parents never even owned a TV growing up. Our idea of fun was board games and reading books. That might seem antiquated, but there is a real enjoyment in losing yourself into the words of some creative genius.” There were several authors that she gravitated towards growing up, but recently she had begun to read those stories on the Internet from authors that were not known at all.
“I guess we do have something in common. I’m partial to mysteries and things that keep me on the edge of my seat, until the very end. There are times that I can figure it out, but there are also times than I am left speechless by how the author has weaved the story in such a way that you never knew what was going to happen next.” Taking a risk, Brock grabbed her around the waist with his two hands and pulled her heavy, but seductive body towards his own. They were now, so close that he could smell the strawberry lipstick and even her perfume making him almost powerless to resist. He moved back and away from her thinking that he had crossed a line.
“You obviously did that for a reason. Don’t tell me that you are chickening out or that you expect me to swoon like some sort of teenage floozy. Trust me, I’m not that young anymore or that naïve to think that giggling or twirling my hair is going to do anything.” Leslie did feel a certain sensation from his fingers that were playing her spine like a musical instrument. “Make a move already, or I’m going to do it for you.”
Brock never had a woman talk to him like that before. They were always begging for a piece of him. He could have the pick of the litter, but Leslie had shown that not all women were willing to throw themselves at him. “I grew up feeling like I was not part of the in crowd.” She punctuated the work ‘in’ with her two fingers from each hand up in the air in quotation marks. “I’ve watched these little blond bitches with hourglass figures getting all the men. It wasn’t, until I got out of high school and into college that I began to see that there were guys that liked a little bit more meat on the bone.”
“Wait a minute…are you related to the coach?”
Leslie was kind of hoping that her connection to Coach Arnold Spencer would’ve gone unnoticed. He would’ve been tickled pink to see her here today, but tasting the fruits of one of the players would have been considered off limits. To do something naughty and to push the envelope this far was making her skin tingle with excitement.
“He’s my uncle.” There was no point in lying and she had already convinced herself that what she was doing wasn’t wrong. If her uncle found out about it, he would most assuredly tell her folks and then all hell would break loose. Her mother in particular would not want her to get involved with a jock that had nothing between the ears.
“Oh god…oh god…I don’t want any trouble. The coach and I have a tenuous relationship at best. I don’t think that he likes me. I’ve heard through the Grapevine that he’s not at all happy that I was contracted by the manager and the owner to come here.” Brock’s hands were still on her hips. The feel of her body was more than enough to tempt him to take this a little bit further.
“Look, I don’t want this to be a problem, but he’s not exactly here anyway. He’s in Phoenix doing a recruitment stint and looking for fresh talent. I’m not saying that it gives us license to play while the cat is away. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t throw this away, just because people may not understand it.” Leslie could see that she was getting to him and decided to grab onto the brass ring. To push her will on him, she grasped the piece of pipe between his legs.
“That is not the response of a man that doesn’t want some of this.” She moved her hands down over her body and turned to give him the bigger picture.
“I really don’t think that you should be doing that.” He looked around to make sure that his advances had gone unnoticed by others. He didn’t want this to get back to the coach. “Damn, you are a girl that knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t mind going after it. Normally, I would throw you down on the field right here and have my way with you, but we both know that’s not gonna happen.” He could say that, but his resolve was slowly diminishing with every little graze of her fingers up and down his length through his clothes.
“I do believe that you might be protesting a little bit too much, Brock. It doesn’t have to be this hard….um…oh…it does have to be this hard, but I’m getting a head of myself. You never know and this might be just a physical attraction. You can’t say that you don’t want my body. I’m looking into your eyes and you’re already undressing me. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but I love the way that you make me feel like a natural woman. I don’t have to put on any airs.”
“You’re making this a very painful decision in more ways that one. There’s no way that I will take you right here on the field. I might consider a secretive dinner for two at some discreet restaurant or better still at your place.” This time, he was the one that had drawn the line in the sand. He thought for sure that she would balk at having him on home field advantage.
“I think that is a great idea. Here’s my address and make sure that you don’t arrive, until 7:00 PM.” She took a pen out of her purse and actually wrote her address in the palm of his hand. She pressed a little bit deeper than necessary, just to hear him cringe and grimace slightly from the pain of the point of the pen digging into his skin. Don’t make me wait, or I might have to start without you. I mean dinner. Why do men always go to something sexual? I would suggest that you get your mind out of the gutter, but I think that it has been there too long for me to do anything about it.”
“I still don’t know about this, Leslie. For the first time, I feel there’s a need to think of somebody other than myself. My team needs me and having the coach glaring at me is not going to make matters any better.” He looked down at the address and knew that there was no way that he was going to deny himself the chance to get to know her better. “I’ll be there, but don’t expect anything but a nice evening.” He told himself that he wouldn’t touch her, but he had already had a taste and wasn’t sure if that was the kind of drug that he could resist.
Suddenly, she felt him pull her in and then he kissed her. It was a spontaneous moment and one that she found herself struggling against. It only lasted for a few seconds, before she found herself playfully punching at his rock hard pectorals. The finely tailored white shirt did nothing to contain his muscular physique. She undid the first couple of buttons and gasped noticeably at the look of his body. It was like Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one.
“I don’t want you to even think about doing what I think that you’re thinking about doing.” Instead of saying anything, he noticed that Leslie was eyeing his package. There was no way that he could stop the physical reaction. His 9 inch cock was now stretching down the left side of his expensive black pants. The suit cost more than anything that she probably had in her closet. She was looking at a billionaire and she turned her back for one second to Google his name and found out his worth. There wasn’t much that you couldn’t find on the internet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She backed up and began to grind her own black pants against his. “Just because you can’t take this kind of teasing, doesn’t mean that I’m doing anything wrong.” She was practically doing a lap dance. She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her body down like that of a seasoned professional in a strip club.
“Don’t do it. I’m begging you not to do it.” Actually, he was almost begging for her to do it. He certainly didn’t stop her from reaching for his zipper and pulling it down to get the goods. She didn’t stop there. Her hand went into the opening and when her fingers made contact with his naked flesh, he jerked in response.
“I don’t understand it myself, but there’s no sense in messing with the truth. I’ve got you on my mind. I think that I should give you something to make it impossible for you to facilitate a way out of this dinner. After I’m gone, you’ll probably think better of it, but this might seal the deal.” She squeezed and found that vein in back awake and pulsing with a life of its own. “I may even let you cum in my mouth, but don’t count on it.
Chapter four
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. You make me feel like a different man, but trust me the man that I remember is still there.” To prove that to her, he grabbed onto a fistful of her hair and took her crimson locks in between his fingers. The color made him wonder if the rest of her matched that same color. He wanted to find out, but he was doing everything he could to stop this from escalating. This was taking things a little bit too far, but her fingers stroking his length had certainly gotten his attention in a big way.
“This is the man that I’ve been waiting to meet.” The fire in his eyes indicated to her that not even the sound of a gun going off was going to stop him from exploring the hot recesses of her mouth. “Give into that desire, Brock.” She was struggling to prevent him from touching her lips with the knob. Finally, she left her mark with a ring of her lipstick on the head. It was to signify to others that she was in his life, even though it would probably wash off in the shower.
Her hot breath made him hungry for more. He had forgotten all about the notion that they couldn’t be together. He didn’t care that he was risking the wrath of the coach. He thought that he could win him over, but doing something like this to his niece would’ve made that impossible. He was good at charming people, but not even his playful banter would be enough to stop the coach from making his life a living hell.
Leslie knew that her mother in particular would disown her and call her a disappointment. Licking around the knob, she centered her attention on the eye in the middle. She dipped in and felt him buck with his hips moving with a mind of their own. “You really shouldn’t have tasted this good, Brock. I don’t know what you have in your diet, but it certainly benefits you greatly.” There was a fruity component with the creamy texture that was now leaking from the top.
He had a hold of her head and was now force feeding her his injection of beef. That black salami started to disappear 1 inch at a time. He loved the feel and the wetness of her tongue sliding across, until he was at the back of her mouth.
“I think it helps that we shouldn’t be together. It makes this more delicious and easily one of the best fucking times of my life.” It didn’t hurt that he was doing it at the goal line. He would never look at the goal line the same way ever again. He would see her on her knees sucking his black stallion and taming it with her hot little mouth. It would entice him to get there in a hurry and he would let no player from the other team stand in his way. He would become a force to be reckoned with, until he was standing in the very spot that he was right now. He was taking liberties with the beautiful round body of a white woman.
Leslie had tried to hide her other tendencies from other boyfriends, but Brock was easily able to make her into the cock sucking bitch that she had always wanted to be. She found a sort of thrill from sucking him deep right here in a semi public place. She wrapped her long tongue around him and then pulled him into the tightness of her throat. She kissed his pubic region, leaving that same ring that she had placed on the head of his cock. It was an erotic site. She continued to move her head in a fashion that made it almost impossible for him not to start to move on his own.
“You really should have walked away when you could. I don’t think that I can let you leave here without finishing what we started together.” It was a sight to behold to see her still in her clothing, but he could also see the giant mounds that he would have liked to plant his flag in between. He reached down with two of his manly hands and caressed those treasures. He felt the nipples and wanted to see more. It was like a light had gone off in his head and he suddenly pulled free of her throat for something equally satisfying.
“I know what you have in mind. By all means let’s see if we can’t make your little soldier stand up and take notice.” It dropped slightly from being called little, but then it rose to full capacity knowing that there was nothing little about it. This is all about psychological warfare and the best way to make a man perform at his best was to feed his ego.
“I’ve only done this one time before and let’s just say that the girl was not exactly blessed in that department. You on the other hand seem to have what’s needed to make this something very special.” He had already felt that moment rising to the top, but stopping in mid stroke in her mouth had given him a much needed break. She wrapped her breasts around him and the contrast in color was making him want more than anything to supply her with his seed.
“Brock, I’ve never done this before and I guess I’ve been waiting for the right guy to come along to stretch my boundaries.” Leslie never did more than what was considered vanilla, but this was certainly taking her out of her comfort zone. She had lied about her uncle the coach being away and that trip was not scheduled, until next month. There was that big possibility that he could show up at any moment and catch them with their pants down.
She almost laughed at the absurdity of that statement. Neither one of them had their pants down, but what they were doing was not considered platonic by any means.
Every time that his knob came out the top, she was right there to give it the kind of shining that made him shiver down to his very core. That sensitive spot along the head of his cock was crying out for some sort of release. He knew that it was just a matter time before he gave her more than a mouthful. He hadn’t had the pleasure of the company of a woman for over a week. He had been knee deep in negotiations for coming to this team and it had had some drastic side effects to his libido.
“God damn it. You’re acting like a man that just came back from war.” The wetness of her hot saliva had already paved the way for his cock to move back and forth between her valley with ease. Her hot flesh covered him and the tightness of her hands pressing him between her was something that was made for an orgasm in the making.
“I don’t think that I will be able to go much…LONGER.” There was a catch in his throat and he had to concentrate on something that wasn’t sexual. Amazingly, her uncle and his face came into his mind. It was good to keep him from losing it, but still the feeling of her lips touching him on each stroke had him on the edge. “You almost have me there. Just a little bit more and then you’ll see what this man is made of.” He started to move quicker, holding her shoulders for support and watching, as his cock literally disappeared and then appeared again at the top.
She felt that it was time to push him past the point of no return, but then decided to stop everything cold. She squeezed at the bottom and looked up into his insane eyes to see that disappointment. “Like I said, this is my way of making sure that you make it to dinner on time. I’m going to leave you like this. It may seem cruel and unusual, but trust me it’s a necessary evil. Don’t even think about taking matters into your own hands. I will know and then you can be assured that this will not go any further than what it has already.” She got up and without tempting fate, she walked away without looking back to see him standing there stunned.
Chapter five
Leslie made sure that everything was prepared. She never considered herself to be a gourmet chef, but she knew her way around the kitchen. She had bought two lobsters and they were poaching in warm garlic butter ready to be consumed by two people that were probably hungry for more than just food.
The bottle of champagne was chilled and there was a medley of fresh strawberries and whipped cream in the fridge for an after dinner treat. She was kind of hoping that dessert would be consisting of those strawberries and whipped cream and her body all mixed into one. She had dressed for the occasion in that red dress that she had bought specifically for the VIP occasion. It was perfect for what she had in mind. It accentuated her body like no other piece of slinky dress in her possession. She looked like she was ready for a night of love and was not a woman that was going to be denied.
She heard what sounded like an engine and looked out to see that Brock had arrived in style. That yellow mustang was the perfect extension of his already healthy and beautiful body. When he got out wearing that white suit with a black shirt and red tie to accompany it, she almost melted at the very sight.
Brock walked up to the door of her townhouse and found himself hesitant to knock. For the first time in his life, he felt a nervous bit of energy running through his veins. From the moment that she left him there at the goal line, he knew that he would never be able to think of anything else, until he got this out of his system.
He had just zipped up, when Coach Spencer called him from across the field. A few minutes earlier and he would have walked in to see his niece on her knees servicing his arousal. They talked for some time and he was finally making inroads into getting the coach to accept him, as not part of the problem, but part of the solution.
Brock almost turned around three times coming over here, but decided that he couldn’t let her think that he was standing her up. He could have dinner with her, but that was, as far as it was going to go. He believed that, until the door opened and he was faced with a dilemma. He could either compliment her outfit, or he could stare like some cartoon figure with his eyes bulging out of his head. Unfortunately, his surprise at seeing her dressed like that had gotten the best of him. He really couldn’t say anything. Staring open mouthed made him look like he was a complete fool. He finally shook his head and presented her with a gift that was not anything like flowers or candy.
She tore into the packaging and what greeted her eyes was something that not even she was expecting. It was a signed autographed book by Hemingway. The old man and the sea was one of her favorites. It almost brought a tear to her eye, but this was not a night for sentimentality. This was a night of seduction and to do anything less would be a damn shame.
“I really don’t know what to say…MMMPPHHHHH.” She didn’t have to say anything and once again she found his mouth plastered over hers. Her breasts were pressed up into his own chest. There was no doubt that he could feel those pointy little pebbles making a presence of their own. They hadn’t even crossed the threshold and they were already all over each other. There was that heat between them and the only way to douse those flames was to use the big hose between his legs.
They finally separated, but it was a forced decision by the both of them. “I appreciate the gift, but trust me it wasn’t necessary. You should’ve saved it for a special occasion.”
Brock looked around her and saw what she had done. The candlelight and the champagne was a good way to make him forget everything that he was not going to do. “I would say the same thing for the champagne. It’s not just girls that feel that it tickles their nose.” He looked back and seeing her from behind was almost, as good as seeing her from the front. The dress stretched to accommodate her girth, but in a way that made him almost want to get down and worship.
“Brock, I know that you’re worried about my uncle the coach finding out about us. I don’t think that it should matter. What our family’s think is their problem. My mother may not like this and we may not speak for some time, but eventually she’ll realize that I’m happy. It’s the only thing that has ever mattered to her and to my father. My uncle might make your life a living hell, but it’s going to be up to you to decide if it’s worth the risk. Let’s start with dinner and then we’ll see how things go from there.”
She could see him walking around the kitchen and taking in the fragrance of each individual morsel that was in his honor.
“You really didn’t have to go to this much trouble. I am pretty much a steak and potatoes kind of guy, but I can never say no to lobster.” Brock walked over to the table and sat down with her standing behind him.
“I could easily turn down the stove.” The implications of her seductive and whispered tone were clear. It hung in the air like a Damocles sword over his head.
Pulling her into his lap, he showed her exactly the excitement that had been burning in his loins from the moment that she left him on the field. “I think that you can feel for yourself that I am more than ready. I do think that it might be best that we cool things down. We may need the protein to keep us going for some time. Let’s satisfy our appetite for food, before we satisfy our appetite for each other.” He almost lost all conscious thought, as she grinded around in a circle.
It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties and the feel of her hot little snatch rubbing up and down his pants was more than enough to make him want to bend her over right here at the table.
“You do make a hard bargain. I’m going get supper served and maybe then you can serve me dessert.” Her attempt at seduction was working better than she thought it would. Her long legs were one of her best features, except that her ass came into the room long after she did. “I made sure to make some of your favorites. The Internet is your friend these days. All I had to do was look up your name and before long there were several articles about those things that you liked and disliked. One of those things that you disliked makes me cock an eyebrow. It says that you don’t like women that show any kind of initiative. You want to be the one to make the first move, but I think that for the two of us it’s a matter of give and take.”
Leslie made sure to bend over and let her dress ride up over her healthy posterior. She heard the gasp of approval and turned to see that he was looking up at the ceiling and whistling a tune. If he thought that he was fooling anybody, then he was sadly mistaken. She took every effort to turn up the heat, including turning up the heat in the apartment to make it almost unbearable. It was meant to sweat him out of his clothes, but it was also having the side effect of making her feel the heat from underneath her dress.
She thought for a moment that she could keep her condition to herself, but the trickle of sweetness down the inside of her thigh was making Brock’s eyes come alive like never before. She served him, while his fingers grazed along that wetness and followed it up to its source.
She moaned and closed her eyes. She was this close to spilling the ladle of freshly steamed summer vegetables into his lap. She managed to compose herself long enough to put everything on the plate and then she sat back down.
“Is it hot in here, or is it you?” Brock pulled at his collar. He dug into the lobster with his bare hands cracking the shell. He ate like a man that hadn’t had anything in his stomach for a long time. He continually watched Leslie and saw the droplet of sweat between her cleavage. He swallowed hard and then his foot began to play along her ankles and up onto her knee.
“If you continue to do that, then we’re never going to get to dessert.” They finished the meal and then they stared at each other for a moment. The electricity between them made them forget everything, but each other.
Chapter six
Leaving the dishes where they were, they became a whirlwind of passion down the hallway. Their clothes were flying everywhere. By the time they entered into the bedroom, they were practically naked, except for their undergarments.
He easily unsnapped her bra and looked down to see her shaven mound unencumbered by the presence of any frilly lingerie. “I find it fucking hot that you were going commander tonight.” She was shaved there and there was no way for him to know that her natural color was blond. She only changed, because it gave the misconception that she had no intellect to speak of.
“I don’t think that you’ll need these anymore.” With those words, she stripped him of the final obstacle. They stood there completely naked taking in everything with their more than eager eyes. Brock pushed her up against the bed and she fell back with her legs dangling over the side. She felt her kiss her ankles and suck each individual toe into his mouth like that of some kind of fetish gone wild.
He continued to surprise, taking the long scenic route up to the sweet pink that had caught his attention. She was already soaking wet and he sank two of his fingers deep inside to stir up her excitement to another level. “I love how tight you are. You must have men begging on their knees to be with you. I know that from the moment that I saw you that I wanted more than just lip service.” The lip service that she had given him had certainly made him come to her with no mind of his own.
“I have to say that you are not exactly the kind of guy that would be caught in a pair of jeans. You have more class than any other man that I’ve met in my life. Your chocolate skin is like an aphrodisiac and…and. You have to stop doing that or I’m never going to get out what I’m trying to say.” She lost her train of thought, as he made momentary contact with her large clit. “Fuck it…do what you need to do. You’re not going to hear any complaints from this girl.” She pushed her body into the air, holding herself completely still up against his mouth with his tongue now extending to the inside of her.
His tongue darted in and out of the entrance. He had to look down to see that he had something that needed attention. Not bothering to wrap his own hand around it, he was waiting for the moment that he would sink into the velvety softness of her sex.
“You really do have…have the magical touch.” There was no way that she could sit still and she found herself grabbing onto his bald black head and pressing her mound up against him even tighter. This of course pushed his tongue a little bit deeper and made him come that close to something that was considered the G spot. She knew that he was close, but she couldn’t think of any way that she could get him to realize it.
She needn’t have bothered to worry about it. He had inserted his long and agile finger and pulled his tongue free to lap seductively at her clit. He touched on the spot by giving it the come hither motion. She was literally screaming her head off with her eyes closed.
Leslie had no idea that it could be this good. She had been deluded into thinking that men were a necessary evil. Men were only good for a few moments of pleasure. Brock was making every other man that she had been with look bad.
“I think that you should kiss me.” He watched, as her eyes fluttered open and then they made out like a couple of sex crazed teenagers. He easily separated her knees and lifted her legs, so that they were up to her shoulders. He didn’t have to do anything, as his cock had begun to seek out the heat that was emanating from her body.
He saw her eyes go wide, as the plum sized head began to insinuate itself into that constricting opening. It closed around him and caressed every inch, as he slowly thrust forward. He was finally balls deep. He bit her lip, before finally letting her go.
“Don’t fucking move. I just want to lie here and look at you like this. I can feel you inside me and my pussy is screaming for you to fuck me into the mattress. Don’t do anything. Let me start you off, before you jump in.” she moved her body and his cock slid along the slippery walls of her little hole. She had to look down to be amazed by how much she had taken.
“This is your party for now, but it’s not going to remain like that forever.” He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in and pulling her towards him with an insistence that made her feel wanted. The moans coming from both of their mouths indicated that they were lost in a world of their own sexual making.
“Trust me, I know that you are…ah…ah…a… real man.” She felt the oncoming rush of climax and then her body began to convulse like that of something of a seizure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she twisted and turned underneath the thrusts of a muscle-bound black man that knew how to deliver the goods.
At that moment, money meant nothing to Brock and the only thing that did matter was the beautiful woman that was giving him her body. Her climax had reached in between his legs and had literally jolted his semen to the surface. He couldn’t stop it and even as it was happening, he was plainly aware that this woman had taken what she wanted. The jets of hot cream slowly drizzled to a stop. He couldn’t be any deeper and when he slowly pulled out, he loved the look of both of their juices combined on his shaft. He might’ve been down and out for a moment, but looking at her body was more enough to become his own personal Viagra.
She lay there stunned, until he turned her over and started to fuck her from behind. Each time that he slammed down on her, the wet slapping sound was like this fuse that was lit between them. She was biting into the sheet feeling the kind of pleasure that was only reserved for those women that found young men that could go the distance. It was so much better with experience and they had learned to read each other’s bodies like that of a blind man with Braille.
He bounced on her cushioned ass and then spooned her for another 15 minutes with him nuzzling her neck and pulling on her ear lobe with his teeth. Brock finally groaned in submission. She was more than ready to receive him. Her sex gobbled up what was expelled and left him breathing heavy after 4 hours of going at it like a couple of animals.
Epilogue
When she found out that she was pregnant, he was worried, but they both decided together that they would face this, as a couple. They dropped the bombshell on her uncle and he was livid. He screamed and hollered and stamped his feet, but in the end there was really nothing that he could do. They promised him that this was not a fleeting fancy and that they really did feel for one another like that of star crossed lovers.
She was dead on the mark about her mother. She became silent and walked from the room saying that she had no daughter. It wasn’t, until the baby was born and her mother was there for the birth that she finally started to realize that her daughter had her own life. As long as she was happy, then they would have her and her father’s blessing. They became the godparents and instant babysitters when they wanted to hit the town. The new couple had already married in secret in Las Vegas with an Elvis impersonator performing the service. They were both big fans and found the idea of marrying with Elvis, as something of a lark. They would most likely have a real ceremony back home, but this one was just for them.
This whole thing had humbled Brock. He was no longer ego driven. He was actually better for it on the field. Life was better with love in his heart and for his teammates. All it took was the love of a good woman.
THE END
STEPBROTHER’S BABY
“If you want it,” he said as he stood towering over me, “then you're going to have to give me what I want.”
“That's disgusting,” I said, trembling. “It's not right. It's not fair!”
He laughed and shook his head, his eyes roaming my scantily-clad body. I'd dressed this way for him, at his request. My short plaid skirt didn't even come down low enough to cover my panties, my tight white top was unbuttoned, and a thin red necktie hung down between my breasts. It was the sort of outfit some people didn't think a big girl could pull off, but he seemed to like the way it hugged my generous curves. I tried to pull the top closer to hide my near-nakedness, but it strained so much against my breasts that I couldn't even close it all the way.
“Life isn't fair, Anne,” he said. He reached out to run his fingers through my hair. His hands were dirty and greasy. No doubt he'd been out playing mechanic again, fixing up one of his bikes. “But this is just the way it is. My father left everything to me, and only to me. If you want your share, you're going to have to...” He looked down at my body again, biting his lip. “...share.”
I shuddered, but at the same time, my body heated up. Matt had been chasing me for months, and while I'd resisted his every attempt at seduction, the truth was, I loved it. I loved the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so desired. No one had ever affected me like this before. For a while, it had been a game for me. Letting him get little glimpses of what he wanted, then denying him the prize. I'd only recently admitted to myself that in denying him, I was denying what I really wanted.
“Don't tell me you haven't thought about it,” Matt said, stepping closer. I backed away until I was pinned against the wall. He stood over me, holding me there by his sheer presence. “I've seen the way you look at me. The way you tease. Even when you're not dressed like this,” he pulled at the lapels of my shirt, exposing my firm breasts, “you like to show it off to me. Don't think I haven't noticed.”
“But I can't...” I whispered. My lips trembled. I broke into a cold sweat, sweet beads of moisture sliding down my neck and between my breasts.
“Why not?” he asked, leaning close to whisper into my ear. “Why not give in to what we both want?”
“Because,” I whispered, licking my lips, “you're my stepbrother.”
* * *
I first met Matt about six months before, at our parents' wedding. I was in a bad mood that day, disgusted with my mother for what she was doing. My whole life, she'd worked in restaurants, waiting tables and dealing with irritable customers in order to make her living. She'd developed a bad back and serious foot problems over the years, but somehow she had still managed to keep her figure.
Which was probably how she managed to seduce the elderly Matthew Partridge Sr. She'd gotten a temp job working for a catering company that served the rich and famous. I'm not sure what she did to catch Mr. Partridge's eye, but one night after a long shift serving wine at an art gala, she'd gone home with him. Three months later, they were engaged.
I stood in the back of the room at the reception, nursing a glass of wine and watching with a scowl as my mom and Mr. Partridge danced for the first time. She didn't love him. I knew she didn't. She'd told me as much. She was a gold digger, plain and simple. Mr. Partridge was old and infirm, and she knew it would only be a few years, at most, before he kicked the bucket and she was left with a sizable fortune to inherit.
I scanned the room, but I didn't see any faces I recognized. Most of the crowd was rich folk and various celebrities. Mom had only invited a few close friends. And since I had no desire to mingle with rich snobs, that left me alone with just my wine glass.
“Not really your sort of party, is this?” a voice said.
I turned to see a rough-looking man approaching me. He had his shirt untucked and his tie was undone and slun haphazardly around his neck. He had a sharp jaw, deeply tanned skin, and deep, dark eyes.
“I prefer something a little more upbeat,” I said, looking out over the quiet, boring crowd. “I mean, no one even did the Chicken Dance.”
Everyone in the room was sitting quietly at their tables, talking and eating. It was all very subdued. Dinner had been even worse. People had glared at me when I used the wrong fork, and a very stiff woman in a tight, binding dress had cleared her throat at me and given me a judgmental stare when I put my elbows on the table.
“You're Anne, right?” the man said.
I eyed him warily, wondering how he knew me. “Yeah. Daughter of the bride, not that I thought I'd ever say that.” My mother had sworn off men when she divorced my father. She hadn't dated anyone in years, and she wasn't remotely the romantic type. She never would have pursued a relationship at all, if not for the prospect of striking it rich.
“Well, then,” he said, extending his hand to me, “looks like we're related.”
“Oh!” I took his hand, forcing a smile. “You'd be Matthew Junior, then.”
“Just Matt.” He chuckled. “The apple fell pretty far from the tree.”
“How far?” I asked, smirking.
“Care to find out?”
I frowned in confusion as he stepped towards the door, gesturing for me to follow. I finished the rest of my wine glass and set it down, then followed him. No one in the room even noticed us leave.
Out in the parking lot, we walked past several limousines and a line of very expensive cars, including Bentleys, a Ferrari, and a few Mercedes. I scanned the parking lot, wondering which of these luxury cars my billionaire stepbrother drove.
He stopped in front of a Harley Davidson, heavy on the chrome. “You're kidding, right?” I said.
He pulled a helmet from a compartment in the back and tossed it to me. I caught it and clutched it against my chest. “You want me to get on that thing?”
“You want to see a real party, don't you?” He straddled the bike and waved me over.
I walked over, looking at the bike, then at my dress. “I'm not really dressed for motorcycle riding.”
While I was putting the helmet on, he grabbed my skirt by the slit near the knee, and ripped it until the slit was all the way up my thigh. “There you go.”
I stared at him in shock. This was the most expensive dress I owned, and even if my mom had married a rich man, I was still dirt poor.
“Oh, don't worry about it,” he said, starting the bike and revving the engine. “I'll buy you a new one.”
I climbed onto the bike behind him. “Don't you need a helmet?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I can afford the best doctors in the world.”
With that he kicked the bike into gear and we tore out of the parking lot, leaving the boring wedding party behind.
We rode for about twenty minutes, with me clinging to Matt as hard as I could to keep from falling off. I was scared out of my mind, but at the same time, it was a rush. The bike vibrated between my legs, the engine roaring like a hungry lion. Matt took sharp turns at high speeds, making me squeal every time, though he had full control over the machine. Still, I was glad that I was the one wearing a helmet.
We finally pulled into the parking lot of a seedy looking bar. We climbed off the bike and Matt put the helmet back into its compartment. He led me inside, and I immediately felt like I was overdressed. I was wearing a shimmering blue dress and high heels. Most of the bar patrons were wearing biker leathers, stained blue jeans, and flannels. The bar smelled of old booze and cigarette smoke. Loud music played from the speakers overhead. A couple of burly men were playing pool in the back, and another group had a card game going with a pile of money in the center of the table.
“Jessup,” Matt said as he entered, “drinks all around. Put it on my tab.”
“Matty boy, my favorite customer,” the bartender said. He grinned, showing off a few missing teeth. “You want the usual?”
“Sure thing.” Matt looked at me and arched an eyebrow. “How about you, Sis? You a drinker?”
I looked around the room, feeling like everyone here would laugh at me if I ordered a wine cooler. “Whatever you're having is fine.”
“Make it two whiskey sours then, Jessup.” Matt grinned at me and led me to a table. He greeted a few people on the way by, patting their backs and shaking hands. The bartender poured our drinks, then started serving a free round to the rest of the bar, courtesy of my rich stepbrother.
I sat down and leaned over to whisper to him, “Do they know who you are?”
“Nah.” He took a sip of his drink. “I told them I won the lottery. No one really asks too many questions, as long as the free drinks keep on coming.”
We had a few drinks, then a few of Matt's bar buddies came over to join us. They all started talking, with one man telling a story about a recent run-in with the law, and another telling the tale of the time he got jumped by five punks at a highway rest stop.
“I had to call an ambulance for the poor fools,” he said at the end, laughing and slapping his knee. “Put all five of them in the hospital.”
“Yeah,” I said, snorting. “Sure. Sure you did.” I rolled my eyes.
He slammed his hand down on the table. “You calling me a liar, girl?”
I cringed and nearly fell back off my chair. Then the man's expression dropped into a grin and he laughed. The rest of the group laughed as well, a few of them clapping me on the back.
“Don't take the boys too seriously, Anne,” Matt said. “It's all in good fun.”
“I'll try to remember that.” I eyed him sidelong, wondering if this sort of place was where he always spent his time.
We spent a few hours at the bar, drinking with the guys and listening to their tall tales. At one point we started doing a line of shots, while a few people took bets on who would last the longest. I was out after three shots, though Matt and a husky, bearded fellow kept going until I was sure one of them was going to kill himself from so much booze.
The bearded fellow eventually fell face-first into the table, to the cheers and applause of the crowd. Money changed hands, and Matt took another drink in celebration. Then he got up, patting one of his friends on the back, and said, “Well, fellas, the road calls. Take it easy.”
I followed him out the door, my legs wobbly. “Are you sure you're okay to drive?” I asked him.
He pulled out the helmet and handed it to me. “Do you trust me?”
“No.” I pulled the helmet on and strapped it in place. “But I'm too drunk to care.”
He laughed and climbed onto the bike. We tore off through the streets again, the rushing wind helping to clear my head. The street lights flashed by, making me dizzy, and everything started to blur together. Somewhere along the way, I blacked out.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, laying in an unfamiliar bed. I was stripped down to my bra and panties. The bed was covered in silvery silk sheets. It was the softest and most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. I was freaked out at finding myself there, but the bed was so warm that for a moment, I just hugged the sheets tighter around myself and savored the moment.
Then I turned over and saw my stepbrother sleeping next to me.
“Oh God.” I sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover my nakedness. “God, no. No. We didn't.”
Matt stirred, looking up at me sleepily. “No, we didn't.”
“We didn't?”
He laughed and propped himself up on his elbows, yawning. “No. I'd never take advantage of a drunk girl.” He looked me up and down, watching the way the sheet molded against my ample curves. “Though now that you're sober.”
“Gross,” I said, smacking him in the face with a pillow. “You're my brother. Technically.”
“Stepbrother,” he said, holding up a finger. “It's not like we're related by blood.”
“I don't care. Eww. No.” I climbed out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around myself like a toga. When I pulled the sheet off the bed with me, I saw Matt was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. I saw his bulge straining against it, revealing that he hadn't been joking when he came on to me.
“Where's my dress?” I asked.
“Garbage, remember?”
I sighed, remembering the way he'd torn the dress. “So, what am I supposed to wear?”
He pointed across the room to a package sitting on the dressed. “I had something delivered.”
I opened the package and found a blouse and a pair of pants that looked about my size, along with a stunning blue dress to replace the one I'd lost. The clothes had designer labels, and I went pale thinking about how much they'd cost.
“Thanks,” I said, keeping my back to him. “Is there someplace I can go change?”
“Too shy to do it right here?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him, my face heating up. Part of me was tempted. He was certainly attractive enough, and I liked the way he was looking at my body. But it was too weird.
“The bathroom is right over there,” he said, pointing to a door to my left.
“Thanks.” I headed in and shut the door, locking it behind me. There was a spacious shower, which I made use of before drying myself off and getting dressed. By the time I finished, Matt was already gone. I searched through the apartment, looking for him. The place was huge. My entire apartment could have fit into just his living room. It was decorated with expensive furniture, a leather sofa, a gigantic widescreen TV, and works of art that had probably cost six figures each.
While I searched the living room, a girl in a maid's uniform entered, carrying a vacuum. She was dressed so skimpily that I thought she looked more like a porn star than an actual maid. “Miss Anne?” she asked. I nodded. “Mr. Partridge said to tell you to make yourself at home. And there's a car waiting for you downstairs, whenever you wish to leave.”
“Thanks.” I took one more look around the room, sighing. I wasn't sure how to feel about my stepbrother running off and leaving me like that. I was oddly angry, though I told myself I had no reason to be. It wasn't like he was a guy I'd dated who'd left the morning after sex. Nothing had happened between us, and nothing ever would.
At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
* * *
Over the next few months, Matt and I saw each other on a regular basis. I was continually invited to rich, upscale parties where I didn't fit in at all, and I knew I was only invited because of a sense of obligation. My stepfather never gave me so much as the time of day, and I didn't really see any windfall from his massive wealth. Mom was living the luxury life, spending her days in his gigantic mansion, catered by his staff of chefs, and using his money to buy herself an expansive wardrobe. She invited me to come live in the mansion with them, promising me my own wing, but I couldn't deal with living that sort of life. I could barely deal with being connected with it.
I escaped a lot of my obligations to my mother and stepfather by slipping away with Matt to go have some real fun. When they hosted a cocktail party as their first gathering as a new couple, Matt took me to see a rock concert. When we were invited to a big time actress's birthday party, I showed up long enough to have a few pictures taken with the birthday girl, then Matt and I rode off to a beach bonfire party down at the shore. We became such a regular thing that on my birthday, he bought me a leather biker jacket. I refused to think about how much it might have cost him and just focused on how badass it make me look.
The first time I succumbed to temptation was on New Year's Eve. My stepfather brought us to a big gala filled with people wearing custom-tailored tuxedos and colorful dresses that probably cost more money than I made in a month. I wandered the room for the first half hour of the party, helping myself to free food and expensive champagne, while I looked around for my stepbrother. I knew he'd be there; he always at least put in a brief appearance at these things, even if he was planning to duck out halfway through.
I was about to give up looking when I heard his voice coming from behind me. “You look like a woman who wants something.”
I turned to face him, my face heating up. I wasn't ready to admit what I wanted, though when I looked up at him and saw the possessive look in his eyes, it made my knees weak.
“Just looking for a chance to blow this lame party,” I said.
“Is that all you're looking for?” He reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. I whimpered and leaned my face into his hand, then pulled away when I realized what I was doing.
“Well, a place to see the fireworks would be nice, too,” I said, trying to cover my reaction to his presence. I downed the rest of my champagne, turning away from Matt so he wouldn't see my blush.
“I know just the place,” he said.
He took my hand and led me across the room, then out into the hall. We got into an elevator and went all the way up to the top floor of the high-rise building. I thought we were stopping there, but then he led me down the hall and to the stairs that led up to the roof.
“Are we allowed to go up there?” I asked.
“Do you care?” He smirked at me.
I smiled as well. “I guess not.”
The door was locked, but he found a way to force it open. He led me up the stairs and out onto the rooftop. We walked past air conditioning units and a satellite dish, then sat on a metal box that covered some kind of electrical equipment.
“It's beautiful up here,” I said.
“I'll say.”
I looked over at Matt and saw that he wasn't looking at the view. I blushed and turned away. I felt his eyes still on me.
“You're making me uncomfortable,” I whispered.
“Maybe you like being uncomfortable.” He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to admit that he was right. His touch made me tremble. I was scared of being caught up here, but I liked the idea of being caught with him. I wondered what my mother would think if she saw me up here with my stepbrother.
Matt started rubbing my back. His fingers felt amazing. I let out a soft sigh and leaned against him. He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my neck. I caught him looking down the front of my dress. Had I worn such a low-cut dress on purpose? Did I like the way it drew his eye? I wasn't sure, but deep down, I suspected that I'd done it to lure him in.
“You're a beautiful woman,” he whispered.
I didn't hear those kinds of words often. Not from men. Not from wealthy, dangerous men like Matt. “You're just saying that,” I said.
“I never lie about such things.” His hand slid lower, straying below my waistline. I stiffened, but I couldn't bring myself to make him stop.
His hand slid even lower as his lips brushed my neck. I held myself perfectly still, craving more of his touch, but refusing to let myself indulge. It felt so wrong. Maybe that was why I wanted it.
When his other hand slid up my leg and tried to move under my skirt, I jumped and pulled away. “No.”
“Why not?” He looked me up and down, licking his lips. “You want it. I know you want it. You know you want it. So why not?”
“Because we're related.”
“Not by blood.”
I shook my head. I couldn't let myself cross that line. I imagined what it would be like if I got pregnant by my stepbrother. The humiliation. The scandal. If I still lived a normal, carefree, middle-class life, it might be different. But ever since my mother married one of the richest men in the country, my life had become anything but normal. I wasn't even really attached to the Partridges or their media empire, but I was still hounded from time to time by paparazzi, and I wasn't sure how much privacy I had anymore. I'd been photographed by a few tabloids, which had called me a “wild child” who was allegedly “living off her stepfather's fortune.” That couldn't be further from the truth. I hadn't seen a dime of my stepfather's money, and I doubted I ever would. But the media didn't care. And they wouldn't care about my privacy or my feelings if it were discovered that I'd slept with my stepbrother.
Matt studied the look in my eyes, a wicked grin on his face. “Come on, baby,” he said, unzipping his pants. “You got me all worked up. Are you really going to leave me like this?”
He exposed himself to me and I licked my lips. It had been a long time since I'd been with a man. Most men were shallower than Matt, and didn't want to get involved with a heavier girl. Oh, I'd had a few boyfriends in the past, but it had never worked out. And I'd never been one for casual dating.
I'd also never been the kind of girl who would fool around with a man on a windy rooftop on New Year's Eve. Maybe it was the champagne in me. Maybe it was the height, the way the city spread out beneath us. Maybe it was the fireworks that started erupting in the air overhead.
I moved closer, lowering myself to my knees. “I'm not sleeping with you,” I said.
Matt slid a hand into my hair and wrapped his fingers around the back of my head. “Whatever you say, baby doll.”
He pulled my head closer and I submitted, taking him into my mouth. He was hard and he was eager, pulling me down and forcing it in until I choked. I moaned, savoring the taste of him. He was warm and I could just taste the saltiness of his sweat. It spurred me on. I wrapped my hand around him and started giving him what he wanted. What I wanted.
I looked up at him as I savored the taste of him. He had a smug, dominant grin, and he kept his hand firmly on the back of my head to keep me from pulling away. I used my tongue on his most sensitive spots, making him moan and pull my head down harder with each thrust. When I had to come up for air, I let my fingers work the magic, while I whispered naughty things to him to egg him on.
“God,” he said as he smiled down at me. “You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you?”
I grinned, but before I could reply my mouth was full again. I closed my eyes and pretended that this was okay, that there was nothing wrong with it, that I wouldn't be humiliated if anyone found out. In the moment, all I cared about was embracing my lust. My free hand strayed between my own legs, sending sparks of electricity flying throughout my body.
Matt started pulling my head up and down with more force, and I knew he was close. I wanted his seed inside of me. I was nearly willing to spread my legs and take him in the most forbidden way, but before I worked up the nerve, he reached his climax. I swallowed as much as I could, though I still ended up with an embarrassing mess all over my face.
“God, that was amazing,” Matt said as I wiped my face on his pant legs. “Hey, those are Italian!”
“You're complaining?” I smirked at him.
He snorted and shook his head. “Hell no. That was the best time I've ever had with a girl.”
I got up and straightened my clothes and hair. I didn't want to go back down to the party looking like I'd just been down on my knees. Setting aside how embarrassing that would be, it would raise questions that I would never be able to answer. I supposed that I could maybe make up a story about meeting a guy at the party, but there was too much chance that someone, anyone, might have seen me and Matt leaving the party together. That could lead to scandal.
Matt zipped his pants. “You're amazing, babe,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss me.
I pulled away and turned my face from him. “Don't.”
“What?” He laughed and shook his head. “Don't go telling me that you're getting all shy now. Not after what you just did.”
“I gave you what you wanted,” I said, refusing to look at him. “It...it's not going to happen again.”
My chest felt tight. I'd wanted this to happen. Deep down, I knew I had. But I was ashamed of myself. For wanting him. For giving in to temptation. For letting my defenses down. But most of all, I was ashamed that I still wanted more.
“Anne...”
“Don't.” I stepped away from him, heading for the stairs. “Please, just don't.”
He followed, but kept his distance. We headed back down to the party, entering through separate doors. I avoided him for the rest of the night.
When it was almost time to leave, my mother found me. “Anne! There you are. Where have you been? And why is your dress all dirty?”
I looked down at my skirt and saw black stains from where I'd knelt on the rooftop. “I...I fell. But I'm fine.”
“Dear, what's wrong?” She cupped my face with her hand, as if checking for a fever. “You're all red. Is everything okay?”
I caught Matt's eyes from across the room. “Yeah, Mom. Everything's fine.”
* * *
I tried to avoid Matt for a while after that. I skipped a few of the gatherings I was invited to over the next few months. When I couldn't get out of attending an event, I stayed away from him, hoping he would leave me alone. Though at the same time, I missed him. He brought out a wild side of me that I hadn't even known I'd had. I craved the feel of his skin against mine, the rush of his motorcycle between my legs, the scent of his manly sweat. But like an addict trying to stay on the wagon, I did my best to avoid him.
And I did just fine until my stepfather got sick.
I rushed into the hospital late one night, clutching my jacket around myself. It was a frigid evening, and pockets of snow from earlier in the winter still covered parts of the ground. The heat of the emergency room blasted me in the face as soon as I left the cold night behind. I looked around the room, searching for my mother. She was sitting in the waiting room, clutching her hands in front of her and crying. Matt sat next to her, rubbing her back and speaking softly to her.
“What happened?” I asked as I approached them. My mother had frantically called me a short time before, telling me that my stepfather had suffered an attack, but she hadn't offered any details. She had been too upset to talk.
Matt got up and pulled me aside, giving my mother some space. “Dad had a stroke,” he said. “The doctors are with him now. But it doesn't look good.”
“Oh, Matt. I'm so sorry.” I put my arms around him and held him close. He leaned his head against my shoulder. I could feel the tension in his muscles. I could only imagine what he was going through. I didn't know what it was like to lose a parent. My own dad had walked out on us, but he was still alive, even if we barely spoke anymore.
“I'm fine,” Matt said. He clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping him from breaking down. “I've been ready for this for a while. Dad's not a young man. But it was...so sudden.”
My mind raced, trying to think about what I should do. I really didn't know Mr. Partridge very well. We'd chatted here and there, but he'd never made any real effort to get to know me. I didn't even think he'd made the effort to get to know my mother, outside of the bedroom at least. It made it hard for me to mourn for him. I felt bad, but losing him wouldn't touch me deep inside the way it would if I'd lost my own father.
But Matt was being hit hard. And I needed to comfort him.
One of the doctors came out to talk to us. She said that Mr. Partridge was conscious, and that it would be okay for my mother to go in and talk to him. But they didn't want to disturb him by having a crowd inside the room, so Matt and I would have to wait out here.
“I won't be long,” Mom said, squeezing my hands. I watched her follow the doctor back to my stepfather's room. Matt stood by my side, his back stiff and his face pale. I took his hand and squeezed it. He clung to my hand, and I could tell he was barely keeping himself from shaking.
“Come on,” I said. “Let's take a walk.”
We went out into the freezing night and walked along a footpath that wound around the hospital. The brisk movement kept us warm against the frigid wind. We didn't say anything for a while, merely letting the exercise get our blood pumping and clear our minds.
“I'm going to have to sell the company,” Matt finally said.
“Why?” I didn't know much about the Partridge family's media enterprises, only that they were one of the biggest companies out there.
He shrugged. “It's not my thing. I never cared for being a businessman. I'm sure someone out there will buy it. Maybe Disney or Warner.”
I thought about that, and figured that it was probably for the best. Matt's carefree attitude and general disdain for responsibility wouldn't lend itself to running a nationwide corporation. I couldn't imagine him wearing a suit and tie, sitting at a board meeting, and voting at stockholder conferences.
“Well, whatever you do,” I said, “I'm here for you.”
He stopped, holding me by the arm. “Do you mean that?”
I froze, looking up at him. There was something dangerous about the look in his eyes. Something thrilling.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice a tiny squeak.
And then he kissed me.
He was rough and controlling, pulling me in close. I gasped and struggled against him, but he was too strong. I let him hold me tight, let him shove his tongue into my mouth, while he hands grabbed my ass and squeezed hard. I whimpered, loving the feel of his lips against mine, while at the same time knowing this couldn't happen. I was being weak, letting him in because he was hurting, because he needed to be comforted. But I couldn't do this.
I finally pulled away. “No,” I whispered. “Not...not that.”
“You know you want it.” He held me by my arms, his grip as strong as iron. “I've seen the way you look at me. I see the way you dress. Don't act like you don't want it.”
I looked away. I wanted to say something, to reject him, but I couldn't find my voice. I think it was because I knew my words would be lies. “Please. Just stop.”
He pulled away, looking at me with disappointment. I looked up at him, trembling. I knew this wasn't over yet.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant to have me. To claim me. To do whatever he pleased with me. And I knew this wouldn't end until he got what he wanted.
* * *
The funeral was three days later. It was a private event, at Matt's request. He didn't want a crowd filled with paparazzi and strangers. It was just me, my mother, and a few close friends of Matt's family.
Afterwards, Matt, Mom, and I went to the reading of the will. I had little interest in hearing how Mr. Partridge distributed his money. I was sure I wasn't getting any, and it didn't really matter. My only concern was for Matt and the future of his company. He still planned to sell everything, but doing so first required him to inherit his father's controlling shares in the company. Without those, he wouldn't have any say in the company's future.
The lawyer read through the will. It was worded simply, with only a few bits of legalese peppered throughout. It wasn't until he got to the end that my head shot up.
“And so,” the lawyer read, “I hereby leave the sum total of my estate in its entirety to my son, Matthew William Partridge.”
Mom and I both stared at Matt. Mom's jaw dropped open. “But,” she said. “But...wait. What about me? I'm his wife!”
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Partridge,” the lawyer said. “The will is quite clear. Though I must tell you it was written before your marriage to Mr. Partridge. I'd been in talks with him about amending the will, but he was still uncertain how to proceed.”
“What does that mean?” Mom asked. She clutched at her purse until her fingers turned white. “What does it mean, he was uncertain?”
“What I mean,” the lawyer said, folding his hands atop the desk, “is that while I know Mr. Partridge wanted to see you taken care of, he did not want you to end up with a controlling interest in his media company. I mean no offense, ma'am, but the fact of the matter is, you were a career waitress before your marriage. Mr. Partridge couldn't give his company to you. It had to be passed to someone who understood how to manage it.”
Mom looked at Matt. Her face was white. “But...but...no. I don't care about the company. What about my money?”
“There is no money, Mrs. Partridge,” the lawyer said. “Mr. Partridge hadn't yet finished setting up the trust fund he planned to leave to you. And by law, it doesn't matter what he 'planned' to do. It only matters what was written on paper. And the only completed copy of a will is this one.” He tapped the pages on his desk.
Mom continued her protests, but Matt put a hand on her knee. “Don't worry, Mom,” he said. I winced when he called her “Mom,” knowing he didn't see her as a real mother. “I'll make sure you're taken care of.”
“You will?” She looked up at him with desperate hope in her teary eyes.
Matt looked right at me, looking me dead in the eye. “Yes. I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”
A cold shiver worked its way up my spine.
* * *
“Because,” I whispered, licking my lips, “you're my stepbrother.”
Matt stood towering over me, waiting for me to submit to his will. He'd told me what he wanted before he would help take care of my mother. He wanted me. My body, my willing submission to his desires. I'd said no at first. But then I'd realized what a desperate situation my mother was in. Before she'd married Mr. Partridge, she'd been deeply in debt and on the verge of losing her house. Once she moved into the mansion, she'd sold the house, quit her job, and left her old life behind. But now, if Matt decided to, he could kick her out of the mansion and she'd be homeless in the streets. I didn't know if he'd actually do it, or if this was all a game to him, but I knew that either way, I was a pawn in his scheme.
Matt slipped his hand into my tight white blouse. I trembled as he touched my breast and pinched my nipple. I wanted to be angry with him to be disgusted that he was making me do this. But deep down, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted to be used by him. To be dominated like this. To be forced into submission.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to my knees. I looked up at him, trembling. Yes, this was how I wanted it. I was too scared to admit my desires to myself, too ashamed to take what I wanted. So if I told myself he was forcing me, if I pretended that I had no choice, then it was as if I wasn't the one making this decision. I'd pretend that he was taking advantage of me so that I could get what I wanted without being disgusted with myself. Because no matter how much I tried to deny it, I desperately wanted my stepbrother. I wanted him to hold me down, to take me, to claim me as his own, to have his way with me in the dirtiest ways possible.
But I wouldn't admit that aloud. Not to him, and not to myself.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don't make me.
Please make me, I thought silently to myself.
“I'm just giving you what you've always wanted, Sis.” He grinned as he started unzipping his pants.
“No,” I said, lowering my eyes in shame. “No, I don't want to.”
Yes I do, I thought.
He reached down and grabbed my chin in an iron grip, tilting my face up towards him. “Open your mouth.”
I did as he told me, and before I could pull away, he thrust himself between my lips.
I moaned and closed my eyes, letting him do as he pleased. Letting go of my fears, of all control, was liberating. All I had to do was kneel there and let myself be used, and I loved it.
He held my head by both sides, thrusting himself against my face. I reached up and clung to his thighs, holding on for all I was worth. I was ready to take everything, to swallow it all, though I knew there was more to what he wanted.
He started to tense up, and I thought for sure his climax was approaching. But I didn't want it to end yet. I wanted to spur him on, to make him take me in the most forbidden way. He kept thrusting, and it seemed he wouldn't stop. I knew if I was going to get what I truly wanted, I was going to have to convince him to take me.
I needed to rile up his most dominant instincts. Make him more aggressive.
I pulled back, gasping for air. I backed away from him, pushing across the floor with my hands and feet. “No,” I said. “Don't.”
He glared at me, angry at being denied when he was so close to climax. He stalked forward, grabbing me. I struggled, but it was only for show. My struggles spurred him on, making him get rougher. He grabbed me and pushed me down to the ground, pinning me beneath him.
Yes, I thought. Yes, make me. Don't let me get away.
“No,” I said aloud, keeping up the charade. I couldn't tell if he knew I was faking my resistance. It didn't matter, though, as long as my fake protests kept spurring him to be more aggressive. “Please, let me go.”
“You want this, bitch,” he said. He pulled his pants the rest of the way off and knelt between my legs. “You're a tease. Do you like playing games with your big brother?”
“No.” I shook my head, closing my eyes. “I'm not a tease. I'm a good girl.”
He laughed and leaned down over me, spreading my legs. He pressed himself against me. I moaned, aching to have him inside of me. He teased me, rubbing himself against me without finishing what he'd started. I squirmed and whimpered, wanting it, needing it, but unable to do anything but wait until he gave it to me.
He grabbed my hair and turned my face towards him, leering down at me. He made me look into his eyes. I gasped, feeling completely controlled by his stone gaze. In that moment he entered me, filling me, completing me.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tighter against me. There was nothing gentle about the way he took me, there on his bedroom floor. It was raw, it was animalistic, and it was amazing. I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails into them, holding on for dear life. I'd never had a man who was so rough, so passionate, so determined to take what he needed from me. It made me feel wanted and alive.
I was thoroughly worn out by the time he collapsed on top of me, panting. I clung to him, holding him tight against me, refusing to let him go. We were both covered in sweat and out of breath. I felt like I'd earned an Olympic gold medal after such a workout.
Matt rolled off of me, laying on his back on the floor. He closed his eyes, blissfully content. I watched him, wondering what to make of what had just happened. How would this change our relationship? Where would we go from here? But I didn't have any of the answers. Nor did it matter. For now, for this moment, we'd both gotten what we'd wanted for such a long time.
I got up, stretching my back. Doing it on the floor had been kinky, but uncomfortable. I started searching for my clothes. My real clothes, that is. The way too small schoolgirl outfit had done its job by getting Matt all worked up, but I couldn't go home wearing it.
“You in a rush to leave?” Matt asked. He gazed up at me from the floor, laying there with his hands folded under his head.
“We had our fun,” I said, pulling on my pants. “I should head home.”
He got up and came over to me, pulling me into his arms. “Stay.”
“Why?” I looked up at him, uncertain.
“Because I want you to.”
I started to feel warm. “Why?” I asked.
“Because.”
I pursed my lips, sensing something behind his hesitation. He might have been in control when we were having sex, but now that it was done, I'd found a vulnerable place. “Because why?”
“Anne...”
I pulled away, smiling coyly and backing away from him. “Tell me why, Matt.”
He lowered his arms and hung his head, defeated. “Because I'll miss you.”
“Why?”
He frowned. I could tell he didn't like losing control like this. But that was just too bad. I had to know. “Why?” I asked again.
“Because I don't feel the same when you're not here.”
My heart thudded in my chest. Maybe, I realized, there was something more to Matt than just his primal desires. “How do you feel when I'm here?” I held my jacket up in front of my chest, blocking his view, teasing him.
“Complete.”
I lowered the jacket, suddenly feeling teary-eyed. “And what about my mom?”
He frowned. “Uhh, she doesn't make me feel complete.”
“No, stupid.” I threw the jacket at him. He caught it, laughing. “About the inheritance.”
“Oh, don't worry.” He tossed the jacket aside and walked over to me, slipping his arms around me. “She'll be taken care of. You don't think I was really going to cut her off, do you? She can have the mansion, and I'll make sure she's set up for life.”
“You will?” I pressed myself against him.
“Of course.”
We kissed, and this time it was slow, deep, and sensual. Now that our more primal urges had been sated, we could relax and enjoy the moment together. Kissing him was like waking up to a bright new dawn. I felt like all of my concerns in the world had been washed away. Nothing else mattered in that moment, except for the man in my arms.
I stayed the night, sharing his bed for the second time ever, though this time we slept in each other's arms. I wrapped the silken sheets around myself and nestled against him, content. I knew that in the morning I might still struggle with my shame, with the thought of what people would think about us. I didn't know if my mother would understand or accept this relationship. I didn't know whether we'd be able to be open about it, or if it would remain our dirty little secret. But I did know that I wanted to pursue this. That I wanted to learn the deepest, most intimate secrets of my stepbrother's life.
Matt kept his promise, and my mother was soon provided with a trust fund that would keep her safe and secure for the rest of her life. She eventually moved out of the mansion and into a more modest (though still luxurious) home, saying that she had felt too lonely in such a big place all by herself. She started filling her time with charity work, putting the money she'd acquired to good use by helping others. It made me proud to know that she had found a greater depth than I'd thought she had.
Matt sold his shares in his father's company, keeping the freedom that he needed in his life. Though there was one part of his life that soon changed, adding a wonderful little obligation that he just couldn't deny. A few weeks after our first wonderful night together, I discovered I was pregnant. He took the news better than I could have hoped for, and while we still maintained the wild, carefree lifestyle that we both loved, we started making a place in our lives for the new addition that was coming to our family. I moved in with Matt soon after, and he had the apartment renovated to make room for a nursery. Prepping for the baby soon dominated the majority of our time, but since I didn't have to work anymore, I was able to devote myself entirely to getting ready to be a mother.
A few months later, I stood in the completed nursery, holding my hands over my growing belly. I looked around the room, studying the crib, the decorations, and the sights that would be our child's first view of the world. Matt stood behind me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek.
“What are we going to tell our kid?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” I twisted around to smirk at him.
“You mean, about us?”
“Of course.”
“Well,” he said, sighing. He paused for a long moment, talking about it. “If you want to get technical about it, we were only really step-siblings for about six months.”
I laughed and shook my head. “So that's the story?”
“We'll just tell them,” he said, pulling me close again, “that our parents introduced us.”
I laughed, held him tight, and kissed him. That sounded like the perfect answer to me.
UNEXPECTED BABY
PART 1
CHAPTER ONE
Aaron Nellers parked his gray Range Rover in the new spot under the Garden, letting it sink in that he was now the owner of the New York Rangers after a bit of negotiation on the part of a few people. It was quiet around him and he enjoyed the calm before the storm before he went in to check on things and take a look at the practice.
Nothing was like being out there for any player, but for Aaron, that was over. He’d suffered a few blows to his collateral ligament, resulting in too many surgeries to continue playing. He retired at thirty-one and taken some time to recover from the life altering change as well as to decide what to do now.
Aaron had been responsible with his money, inspired by his father’s background in banking and smart choices. He was grateful that finances hadn’t been a problem for him but the loss of the sport had been devastating, having been a center for The Rangers for most of his career after a brief stint with the Penguins. Aaron was one of the best players on the ice when his injuries became too much for the sport, leaving behind a few records for the younger players to try and catch up to.
He’d slipped into an intense darkness at first, not leaving his apartment and using the excuse that he was recovering from his tenth surgery. Aaron was angry and resentful, not speaking to anybody for weeks until his parents had stepped in.
Aaron was particularly close to his father Glen and his mother Janice, only in their sixties and still very active and currently into traveling. That had made it easier for him to sulk until they arrived back from Australia, a trip they’d planned before the surgery. He’d insisted that they stick to their plans and that he’d have help, becoming a recluse immediately afterward. Once they got home and stopped over at his Manhattan apartment to see how he was doing, both parents became immediately concerned. Their son was clearly not taking care of himself; not eating well, sleeping too much and not doing the exercise required for the healing or any other kind for that matter.
Glen started taking him to see a therapist to deal with the changes in his life as well as one of the best physical therapists in the world, both things that Aaron should have been taking care of himself. There were many long talks about his future that he hated during the course of them, though they left him with more love and respect for his folks than he’d ever guess he’d have when he was younger and thought that he knew it all. He eventually pulled himself out of the blackness and started exercising again per strict doctor’s orders to regain his health as close as he could to when he’d played.
Six months after the day he retired, Aaron found out that his former team was for sale after having a couple of bad years in the books. The current owner was older and planning to retire, which is when Aaron consulted with his father and made the plan to make an offer. He had a lot of money saved, several contacts in the sport to fill the spots needed to make a better team and the knowledge from playing himself. Aaron was also well-liked and he was one of the favorites in the fight for the team. He was both pleased and slightly resentful when he became the new owner, knowing that it was going to hurt seeing them play the way that he couldn’t. Aaron had to move on and this was a good way to stay in something that he loved and lived for as well as bringing in some good income for his future.
He was honest with his therapist Lydia how much it hurt him to make the decision, something that she helped him through just like everything else. Aaron had taken care of the unpleasantness of the necessary firings himself, using his connections to get a new head coach in a friend who had played a few years longer than him as an aggressive and excellent goalie. He’d be tough and inspiring for the team that had been sinking lately under the scandal of the former owner, leaving them with low morale and little motivation. The assistant coach was someone that he knew from the college circuit, leading his team in several championships before he’d accepted the position.
Those were easy choices for Aaron. He’d also looked to fill a few other positions, including a sports therapist for the team. The former had a pattern of calling in and leaving the team with recurring injuries. There were the usual older applicants with incredible experience but when the pretty redhead walked into the room to sit before the panel, he and his coaches and father had all sat up a little straighter.
Holly Miller was only twenty-two, but she’d been working with one of the best UFC teams for the last couple of years before she’d graduated. Holly had been involved in sports for years in school and had chosen early on to pursue therapy as a degree choice, taking whatever classes that she could to gain early credits for college. She’d moved here to attend school in the city after two years at the University of Southern California, choosing to follow her fighter and continue to work with him. She knew her stuff and her energy was almost contagious as she impressed them with every answer.
Apart from that, Holly was gorgeous. She had red curls that were pulled back to go with her professional power suit of a skirt and a jacket over a white blouse, topped off by some of the sexiest heels that Aaron had ever seen. Her skin was pale and flawless with deep green eyes that sparkled with passion as she spoke about her field, flexing her perfect legs from time to time as he forced himself not to watch. Holly obviously understood the need to be in as good of shape as her clients, if not better, and she took care of herself. She was curvy at all the right places and her body radiated a dangerous confidence.
She had won them all over and despite concerns about the players being a little too into their care, Holly was hired. She accepted over the phone, making Aaron harden at the sound of her throaty voice as she apologized for the allergies that were wreaking havoc in her throat before she assured him she was taking care of it. He thought of a lot of things that she could take care of for him as he hung up, rubbing the erection under his track pants slowly. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, both due to injuries and his lack of interest. But there was something about Holly that he almost instantaneously knew he wanted!
Aaron knew that he was appealing to women from school and his playing days with his dark indigo eyes and tousled Blonde hair that he’d grown out over the past year. He’d been with many in his years but now he was just turning thirty-two and wasn’t looking for the one-night stand thing as much.
Nor was he foolish enough to fuck his sports therapist but the idea was tempting as he remembered her hot, curvy body and green eyes that had rested on him more than once during the interview. Holly had some depth that most women didn’t, especially at her age. She was also intelligent and that had always intrigued Aaron, even during his period of lots of women that didn’t offer that at all.
CHAPTER TWO
Aaron got out of his car and shut the door, locking it and setting the alarm with the button. He knew that it was safe in here with the intense security that the arena offered, but he liked the sound of it echoing in the garage that he and a few choice others got to use. He greeted the guard at the elevator that would take him the few stories he needed get to work, taking in his size and intimidation level as he asked Aaron for his badge with a severe look. Aaron knew that he’d be showing that often and happily pulled it from the pocket of his slacks before boarding the car. He entered into the hallway that led to the main part of the arena as well as holding the room for Holly and her assistant that was fully furnished with state-of-the-art machines that she would need along with an open budget. Aaron strolled down the thick flooring used for the skates of the players, hearing voices coming from the ice.
He took a moment to remember the times that he’d been on this, going to or from a game with his team as adrenaline rushed through all of them. Nothing would ever compare. Aaron heard footsteps next to him and glanced over to see Holly and the man that walked with her, deciding that there could be something that might compare as he took in her loose braid and yoga pants with a matching thin jacket. “Mr. Neller. Good afternoon. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
She was make-up free and glowing and he watched as she took him in with a lingering up and down gaze before he answered. “I wanted to see the first practice and make sure everything was going well. How are your facilities, Miss Miller?”
“They’re fantastic and call me Holly. Miss is way too formal. I loved working with Manny and what they offered but this place is amazing.” Holly responded enthusiastically, smiling as she glanced over at him again. “Thanks again for giving me free reign of the machines. I do a lot of yoga but sometimes the gym is what I need and you have the best here.” Aaron noted the small bracelet around her arm that many people used now to track their workouts and nodded as their eyes met.
“I am still going to use it myself. I live close and I always enjoyed working out here.” Aaron wanted to ask what her usual time was to work out but he held the question back as they entered into the arena to the team skating on the ice.
It would be incredible to watch such a curvy, confident, beautiful woman workout! Aaron felt himself growing hard, yet again, but dismissed the thought of working out with her as they moved towards the team.
It was their first practice and they were going to make some introductions as well as lay the groundwork for the following season. Pat and James, the head and assistant coaches saw them and flagged them over as Pat called out to the team. “Guys, head over here for a minute. You know this guy, I think. He’s the new owner and looking forward to seeing a playoff win here this year. Aaron Neller, these are the guys.” He introduced them by name and position, many of them looking familiar to Aaron from games as well as still knowing some. They all shook his hand, skating forward in an informal line as he told them hello and hugged some of the ones that he’d played with. That took several moments and Aaron stepped back to see Holly step forward with her assistant and glance at the group. “This is Holly Miller and her assistant Tanner James. They’ll be working with you as far as injuries and the therapy that comes along with them. She used to work with Manny Hernandez. Heard of him?”
“Hell yes. That guy can fight.” Walter called out, making some of the other guys laugh. He was the new center and showed a lot of potential with the right leadership, something that made Aaron’s stomach twist as he glanced at the floor. Walter was twenty-four and a great player, having good control over the team when he wasn’t the only one offering it. He felt eyes on him and glanced over to see Holly glancing at him with curious green eyes as he met her gaze.
“Good, good. She’ll be working closely with the medical staff here and make sure to keep you guys healthy. We don’t need to have any players out on injury.” Pat’s eyes scanned over the team as he glanced at Holly, Tanner and Aaron.
“I’d like a chance to speak with all of you about any problem areas I need to know about. I’ll be in my room all day, so feel free to stop in if you can.” Holly told them, and Aaron saw the look in their eyes as they nodded and looked her over. She didn’t back down a bit, meeting their eyes as she kept her tone serious while shooting them down. They seemed to understand, exchanging glances as Aaron shook his head and they were told to take to the ice. He watched enviously, moving to the glass as he felt someone step up beside him. “You miss it, don’t you?”