BAD BOY ROMANCE: A Wifey for the Bad Boy (Contemporary Alpha Male Romance Book) (New Adult Alpha Male Romance Short Stories) (21 page)

I did not get much sleep that night. I could not get the look on Josh’s face out of my head and I could not get his remark out of my head either. He questioned me when I said I knew he did not love me and had tears in his eyes. I felt like the worst person in the world and thought that maybe I should have talked to him before asking him to leave.

Then I remembered the way he had treated me all of those years and how manipulative he was. Each time I would begin to feel a little better and start thinking about my upcoming day with Alan, Josh would pop back into my head and I would begin feeling bad all over again.

When my alarm went off the next morning I was not as energetic as I had been the day before. I dragged myself down the stairs and made a protein shake for breakfast. Josh may have been gone, but I still wanted to improve myself. I still wanted to look amazing, not for Josh and not for Alan but finally for myself.

I dressed slowly that morning and headed out the door. I must have looked like a mess when I walked into the office because Alan immediately asked me what was wrong. I told him that it had been a long night and that it was just marriage problems. I did not want to tell him I had asked my husband to leave, I was afraid I would scare him away.

Alan took me in his arms and I began crying. I did not want to cry, I did everything that I could to stop it but my emotions were on overload. Alan just held me telling me that it would be okay. He told me that if there was anything that I needed, he would get it for me. He said he would do anything for me.

I looked up at Alan as he wiped the tears out of my eyes and wondered why he was so kind to me, but he did not allow my thoughts to linger, he pressed his lips against mine and gently bit my lip.

I parted my lips, allowing him to kiss me. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and flick at my tongue. Warmth ran over me like a flood and all of my worries were gone.

Alan tugged at my clothes and I could feel his cock swelling. I needed him right then and reached down between us rubbing my hand along the length of his shaft on the outside of his pants. Alan let out a moan as he pulled his lips from mine. I could tell that he was surprised at my aggressiveness, but I needed him to take the pain away right then. Alan pulled my shirt over my head and quickly removed my skirt. I was left in nothing but a bra and panties. Alan pushed me over to his desk as he unbuckled my bra.

He knew how badly I needed him and he was going to do whatever it took to make me feel better. Alan quickly bent me over his desk and pressed his hands between my thighs. I was wetter than I had realized and his fingers easily slid inside of me.

I had never felt anything like what he was doing to me in that second, it was if he was reaching every sensitive part of my body at the same time and I almost instantly began to feel as if electricity was flooding through my body.

I had no control over myself and was nothing more than putty in his hands. I wanted to scream out his name but I knew that was not an option, I knew that we could not be heard by the other staff.

I pushed hard against his hand, knowing that I was not far from being pushed over the edge. Alan not wanting me to cum so quickly removed his fingers from my pussy and replaced them with his cock.

I felt him press against my opening forcing it to spread for him. Slowly he pushed his cock inside of my body gently allowing my muscles to stretch around it. I moaned with each inch he inserted into me, he filled me up completely.

Finally, he had his entire cock inside of me and I knew that if he were any bigger I would not have been able to handle him. He slowly began to pull out gently at first, but once I had adjusted to him he began to speed up. Alan grabbed my hips and began pounding into me hard. Within a few minutes I could feel his hot fluids filling my pussy. It had not taken very long, but I was more than happy and would have been completely satisfied for the rest of the day but Alan had other plans.

He quickly pulled his cock out of me and turned me over on his desk. Papers flew all over the floor as he pushed everything out of my way. He pushed my legs apart and quickly planted his face in my pussy. I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto his desk, but he did not seem to care. He began sucking on my clit sending waves of pleasure, through my entire body.

Alan reached up with one hand and grabbed one of my hard nubs, pinching and twisting it until I did not think I could take any more. He slid his other hand over my ass, parting my cheeks and pressing against my tight ass hole. He used the cum that was dripping out of my pussy to lube his finger and began pressing it into me.

My muscles had begun to tighten, causing it to become harder for him to push his finger into my ass. This was one thing that Josh had tried on several occasions, but I had stopped him. Today I was in no mood to try and stop anything. I took a deep breath, allowing my body to relax and Alan slowly slid his finger into my ass. He began pumping as he flicked at my clit with his tongue.

At that point I wished that I had allowed Josh to penetrate my ass all the times that he had tried. It was such an amazing feeling and had me on edge in a matter of seconds.

I quickly came for Alan and he slid his finger out of me. Alan looked up at me, “Feeling better yet,” he asked.

I smiled as I looked down at him. I could see my pussy juices on his chin and could smell our fluids mixed. I remember thinking that I could fuck him all day and never want to stop. I sat up on his desk and wrapped my arms around his neck. I began kissing him, tasting my pussy juices and his cum mingled together on his breath. I was feeling better, but I was not done.

I wrapped my legs around Alan and pulled him toward me. I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy begging for entrance. I gently moved my hips until I felt his head pressing into me then pulled him as close as I could with my legs. His cock began sliding into me as I let out a moan. I wanted him again, I wanted him all day.

I wanted to leave the office, go to his house and have him fuck me until neither of us could move. I knew that this was not an option but I could fuck him one more time in the office.

Alan squeezed my ass hard as his cock slid into me and he began pumping once again. He was gentle this time, gently stretching my pussy sliding his cock against my clit inside of my body. I remember thinking that he was making love to me. Josh had never fucked me like that and I could feel my muscles tightening around Alans cock. I rocked my hips back and forth as he pumped in and out of me.

Alan kissed me on the neck, I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he slid his tongue up and down the outer rim of it. He gently slid his hand between us and began rubbing my clit in gentle small circles, just enough to tease me. Enough to put me on the edge, but not send me over.

Suddenly I felt his cock swelling and his speed increased. He pumped into me hard and began rubbing my clit faster. I could feel his tight balls slamming against my ass with every pump, I began cumming around his cock, my fluids pouring out around him. As soon as he felt it, he began cumming as well. I could feel his hot cum filling me as my pussy stopped convulsing.

I looked up at Alan, he was covered in sweat and I was as well. I felt so much better than I had when I had gotten to work and as I watched him wipe the sweat from his forehead I knew everything was going to work out perfectly.

I did not know if my marriage would end, I did not have any idea if things would work out for me and Alan but I knew that he was exactly what I needed in my life at that minute and I was exactly what he needed as well.

That night when I went home from work the house was empty, it was mine and no one was ever going to take it away from me. In the following days I spent a lot of time fucking Alan and enjoying my life. I did not hear from my husband for several weeks and when he finally did contact me he said that he wanted to come home.

Josh told me that he was wrong for ignoring me and treating me the way he had and that he was sorry. He told me that he missed me and he still loved me. The old me would have taken him back, the old me would have bowed down and done whatever he wanted me to but this was the new me.

This was the me that Alan had set free from a cage, he had showed me that I was just as sexy as I had been all those years ago when I was thin and this me did not put up with being mistreated. I told my husband that I loved him and that I would always love him, but what I did not tell him was that he could come home.

I was more than happy to tell him that our marriage was over and that I was moving on with my life. I told him that I had met someone who enjoyed being with me and that I hoped he was happy.

He did not know that I had found out he had been having an affair for the past year and was expecting a baby from the woman. Josh never was the type of man who wanted kids, but this time he was going to have to grow up and be the man that he really thought he was.

Honestly, I felt sorry for the poor woman, I knew what her future held, but no one had a clue what mine held. Eventually Alan and I moved beyond the office and started dating.

We still kept it a secret from the rest of the office because we did not want rumors spreading and we did not want him to lose his job. I could easily get another one if I wanted with his recommendation, but we did not want to take unnecessary risks.

There were nights that I would spend with Alan at his house and we would have the most amazing evening I could have ever imagined. We would make love and have crazy wild sex, enjoy a meal and do it all over again. Those were the best, those were the nights that I wanted my entire life to be like.

I don’t know if that is what will happen, but I will never regret meeting Alan and I will never regret leaving Josh.

THE END

Cozy with My Dad’s Best Friend

Chapter 1

Sara wished she could join Daisy, her dad's beagle, under the bed. She'd have a hard time sliding her plus-size body into the space, but the thought greatly appealed. Though not quite as afraid of thunderstorms as Daisy, the loud crashes of thunder and bright bolts of lightning set her heart racing. There was absolutely no reason to be afraid, she knew. Her father's huge house was solid as a fortress. Nothing could penetrate the stone walls and metal roof. Not wind, rain, or lightning.

What
could
happen, however, was the power could go out. And of course, it did. One enormous crack of Mother Nature's fireworks made the hair on her arms stand up, turned off the lights and shut down Sara's laptop. She'd run the battery out on the plane trip to Clayton, so now it was totally gone. Thankful she at least had the machine plugged into a sturdy surge protector, Sara rose from the kitchen table. She'd also taken the precaution to pull out a flashlight, thank the lord, and quickly flicked it on. Where would her dad, or rather his housekeepers, store more lights, or candles? Did this ginormous kitchen have a junk drawer? Doubtfully. Her dad's house, or Doug's Palace, as she called it, was kept immaculately clean. Everything stayed in its place.

The electric would come back on any second. Sara wandered around the kitchen, not wanting to go far with just her thin beam of light. When she visited Doug, she didn't move around his house much. She mostly stayed in the guest room he kept for her, working on her writing.

Which seemed to suit them both. Why he even asked her to visit, she didn't know. Guilt, probably, for being such an absent father when she was growing up. Now that she was in her twenties, he had this sudden desire to reconnect, apparently.

Not her. Sara was fine living with her roommates, working as an admin assistant, reading and writing romance novels. She had no interest in getting to know her father, or spending time with any man. After her longtime boyfriend Kyle dragged her heart through the mud, men were on her list of things-not-to-do-ever-again. Fictional boyfriends worked just fine.

Okay, electric not coming on. Her eyes adjusted a little and the faint glow from an outdoor light broke up the darkness somewhat. Sara grabbed her phone and called her bestie.

"Lucy, talk to me. The lights went out and nobody's home."

Lucy giggled. "I've been saying that about you for a long time."

"No, that's not how the saying goes. It's…never mind. How are things in Maplewood?"

"Wonderful. Brad is taking me shopping for furniture this weekend. He hates shopping but I told him if he didn't give me his opinion, I'd buy whatever I want. That scared the crap out of him."

"No doubt."

"How's things going in Clayton? You guys having some heart-to-heart chats?"

Sara rolled her eyes. Her friend knew exactly how she felt about this long weekend. "No. I got here, Doug had lunch with me and could barely tear himself away from his phone. Then he had a Skype meeting while I wandered around the grounds."

"Grounds. Wow. Is that place as big as you remember?"

"Bigger. I think he bought the property next door. Apparently his girlfriend de jour likes to garden. It's pretty cool, actually. So after my self-guided tour outside, I came in, watched some TV, had an awkward dinner with good old Dad, and then went to bed. When I got up today, the housekeeper told me he'd been called away on business. So here I sit."

"Sounds like a blast. Hey, you're doing this visit to make your mom happy, right?"

"Yeah. She has this idea that Doug and I need to reconnect. But it's pretty miserable. You'd think me and my dad could find more to talk about together, but we just sit and discuss the weather. It's downright painful."

Silence for a beat, which usually meant Lucy was about to say something Sara didn't want to hear.

"You know, you might still be kind of upset about Kyle."

"Of course I am! That selfish asswipe postponed our wedding for a golf tournament. Golf!"

"I know, that sucked pretty bad, but that was two years ago."

"And the worst thing, he said he forgot the date. Forgot. How self-absorbed can you be?"

Sara's stomach twisted as she remembered that conversation. On the phone. The bastard hadn't even had the decency to break her heart, face-to-face. How Kyle had tried to make it sound like her fault for scheduling the event on
his
important day, even though she'd planned the wedding a year out, long before he mentioned a tournament.

How her mom had reminded her, she was lucky to have such a good-looking fiancé, and she should just contact her guests and all the people she'd hired and let them know the date had to be changed. People postponed weddings all the time.

As with every conversation she had with her mother, the unspoken words hurt the most.
He's attractive, you're not. Take what you can get and be happy.

Just because she had a large frame and a few extra pounds on her bones, she was considered undesirable by the snooty, rich group of people her family hung out with. When Kyle showed an interest, her mother all but offered him a huge dowry to marry her. He didn't want her money, he always insisted. He loved her personality. More like, he loved that he could boss her around and that she always let him have his way, always tried to please him.

Until that phone call.

She'd contacted her wedding guests, all right. Told them the event was off. Forever. Lost a few hundred dollars on non-refundable deposits, but it had been worth it to get rid of Kyle.

"You need to move on, get out there in the world, meet some new men. They're not all bad."

"I have to disagree."

"Brad is a good guy."

"So you got the last one."

"No, there are more. You're not going to find them sitting behind your keyboard, though."

"You never know about that. If there's a guy out there, for me, he'll have to magically appear. I'm not going out looking."

Not going to get her heart broken again. Once in a lifetime was plenty. 

"Tell me what kind of furniture you're going to buy."

Sara sat in a chair, put the flashlight on the table, propped her legs up on another chair and prepared to be entertained for at least a half-hour. Her friend could talk non-stop about her favorite subject, shopping. A pang of envy poked her heart but she pushed it away. Lucy and Brad were madly in love and getting married in a year. They were closing on a house, planning their honeymoon, and talking about babies. Exactly what Sara had envisioned doing at this point in life, but wasn't. Not even close.

Ten minutes into the virtual shopping trip, Sara's heart finally quit racing. She laughed with her friend about how Brad almost broke a bed by belly-flopping into it. Just as she gathered the courage to brave the dark and head upstairs to her room, the piercing chime of the doorbell made her sit up with a start, toppling over the footstool chair.

"Lucy!" Sara interrupted a dialogue about wood versus faux wood blinds. "The doorbell just rang."

"So go answer it."

"No one is supposed to be here tonight."

"Well look out the peephole and see who it is. Maybe it's a lost traveler."

"We're in the middle of the woods, one three acres, at the end of the road. Lost travelers don't come this way."

"Are you hyperventilating? Hey, you're really freaked out, aren't you?"

"It's still storming and the lights aren't on yet. Shit!" Sara cursed as the doorbell sounded again, the noise echoing through the empty house like a bell in a tomb.

"Call the cops. Now. Hang up and do it."

"Okay, I will. Bye."

"Call me back when they get there."

"I will."

"Be careful."

"I will! Bye." Sara disconnected, then punched in 911, but stopped before she hit the dial button.

What would she say? An unknown person was ringing her doorbell and she was afraid to see who it was? They'd hang up on her. She had to at least look out the peephole. She didn't have to open the door. Pointing her phone and the flashlight, she crept from the kitchen, through the vast living room to the foyer. Had the house suddenly expanded? It took forever, picking her way carefully past the heavy furniture. But she didn't want that doorbell to ring again, so she hurried.

Finally at the door, she put her eye up to the peephole. A man stood on the front porch, sheltered by the overhang, but still dripping wet. As she watched, he raised his fist and banged on the door. Sara jumped back.

"Hello," he called. "Anyone home?"

What in the world would a man be doing, at nine o'clock at night, standing on her father's front porch? Wait, her father had installed an intercom system. Maybe she could find it and figure it out. She shone her flashlight on the wall, trying to locate the box.

"Hey, who's in there? I see a light. Doug, let me in, damn it. I'm soaked." He pounded the door again.

Crap, he saw her. And he knew her father's name. And, he might possibly stand there beating the door until she opened it. Maybe he could hear her through the solid oak.

"Who are you?" she yelled.

"I'm Mathew. Mathew Stephens. I'm here to see Doug. We're going over some work tonight." He held up a briefcase. "Do you speak English?"

Did she what? Oh, he probably thought she was one of the housekeepers. Her dad employed several Hispanic people.

"Yes. I'm Sara. Doug's daughter."

The man cocked his head. "His daughter? I thought you lived out of state."

"I do. I'm visiting.

"Sara, can I come in? It's cold and I'm drenched."

Probably he told the truth. No one would really knock on the front door if they planned to rob a house, right?

Wait. She'd call her dad, see if this guy was legit. "Just a second. I'm calling Doug."

The phone went right to voicemail so she checked the texts. There, one must have come in while she talked to Lucy.

Plane delayed. Just now boarding. Home later.

Coming from the west coast, he wouldn't arrive for another two hours. Sara chewed her fingernail, peering out the peephole again. The guy really looked miserable, stomping his feet and trying to shake off the water. 

"Can I see your ID?"

Well, that was silly. He could show her any old identification and she'd never know, as long as he was smart enough to remember an alias. Mathew pulled out his wallet and held up his driver's license. She could barely read it, but it appeared the first name on the card was Mathew.

"How do you know Doug?"

"We're best friends. We met years ago. I've been overseas for a long time, just got back in March. Doug and I are working on a real estate investment project together."

Oh great. Another rich, self-centered guy. Just who she wanted to talk to. But she couldn't leave the dude on the porch for hours. She peered around him. Not much scope from the peephole. Probably why her dad installed security cameras, and maybe they were on a back-up generator and she could view the footage. Was there a generator? She couldn't imagine her father not having one. Something she'd have to investigate for future visits. But not now.

"Where's your car? How did you get here?"

"It's down the road." He pointed. "Got a flat tire. They don't make rental cars like they used to. Can I please come in? I promise I'm who I say I am, and I'm not up to any harm."

Sara tapped her finger on her chin, a gesture that always helped her think.

"Tell me something about Doug that only a friend would know."

Teeth chattering, Mathew stepped closer to the peephole. "He used to sing Rolling Stone's songs to his daughter to get her to sleep. It's really cold out here."

Sara unlocked the door and Mathew hurried in.

"He told you that? About singing to me?"

"Sure did. I was trying to get some kids to sleep one night and he suggested the Stones. Something about the rhythm of the music. Hello, I'm Mathew." He held out a soggy hand.

She took it gingerly. "Sara. Sorry about keeping you outside. I didn't know Dad was expecting you."

"I'm early. And I guess he's late."

"I just got a text. He got held up in San Diego but he's on the plane now. He'll be here in a couple of hours. Oh, sorry again. I don't mean to be so rude. You're sopping wet, aren't you?" She shown the light up and down him.

"Electric out or are you just creating an atmosphere?"

Sara grinned. Funny guy, even as miserable as he must be, standing there wet as a fish.

"I think you're bigger than my dad but I can probably find you some sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt."

"That would be great. Any chance I could take a hot shower? And if there's any dry wood, we should get a fire going in that cave Doug calls a fireplace."

"Yeah, it's kind of a huge cavern, isn't it? There's wood stacked over there. Probably some kindling and I hope matches. Let me go find you clothes. I guess you can use the guest bathroom in the Blue Room. That's…"