Authors: Aisha Brooks
ROMANCE: Billion Dollar Question (BWWM Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (African American Alpha Mail Order Bride New Adult) (56 page)
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Susan Fleming
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: The Successful Matches
Chapter 2: A Letter From Dandy
Chapter 3: The Black Notebook
Chapter 4: Junior’s Response
Chapter 5: The Proof
Chapter 6: Dandy The Defender
Chapter 7: Something Noble
Chapter 8: The Regular Customer
Chapter 9: Dealing With Tyson
Chapter 10: Happy Endings
Chapter 1: The Successful Matches
The sun hangs low over the horizon, as Tyson Abrams stares, seemingly absent minded, out the window of the Atoka Lockup, a satellite facility of the Coleman County Jail. However, as absent minded as he may appear, Tyson is not absentminded. No, he is focused with unswerving attention on a problem that he has been unable to provide an answer for since it was first posed to him. He glances at the black notebook that sits on the table to his right. He knows who the book’s owner is, but is no closer to thwarting the plans of Sandra Ammor than he was the previous summer.
It is true that he has made definite progress on the issue since last summer, because at least he now knows the identity of the mystery matchmaker. For the last eight or nine months, Sandra has been actively involved in setting up local bachelors with mail order brides from the east.
As an elder of the Atoka Church of God, it is Tyson’s obligation to best protect those who live in Coleman County, Texas from the corrupting influences of the imperfect world that surrounds them. Unfortunately, however, Tyson has failed on multiple occasions to rid the county of the new mail order brides.
First, it was the now Mrs. Ruth Parker who was in his sights. Mrs. Parker had been sent for from Charleston, South Carolina for a wealthy and powerful rancher in Coleman County, a Mr. Robert Parker Jr. Junior was the son and sole heir of Lt. Robert Parker, Sr.’s estate to the east of Camp Colorado, which was originally the impetus that led to permanent settlement of the area. Junior moved more cattle in a year than every rancher for six counties…less one man in McCulloch County to the south.
This couple was likely the strangest of the matches because of the vast age difference between Junior and Ruth, who was only nineteen while Junior was nearing forty if he had not already passed it.
This match had also caused the least fuss in the county, because shortly after they were married, Junior sold his entire estate to the bank, and they left the state, ending quite a few jobs in the process.
This had had the benefit, though, of clearing Tyson’s field to purify the county, because with Junior out of the picture, there was no one who could prevent Tyson from doing exactly what he wanted. Junior had fired Tyson some time ago, but neither one of them had divulged the secret to anyone. Junior had made it plain, though, that he would not tolerate Tyson’s insulting Ruth.
The next match that had been made was that of Coleman S. “Dandy” Darby, a local gunfighter turned lawman whose uncle had ridden with Frank and Jesse James in the early days of the James-Younger Gang. Dandy was one of the cowboys who had been put out of a job when Junior left Coleman, but he didn’t stay down for long, as the matchmaker had set him up with Sarah Anne Tarter from eastern Kentucky.
The day that Sarah Anne arrived on the G, C, & SF railroad at the Coleman Station, though, Dandy’s best friend, David “Big Dave” Butler, who had been the second largest cattle rancher in the county until Junior left, was brutally murdered by the outlaw gunslinger, “Doc” Dawson.
Dandy had gone out to meet Doc, and after taking the feared gunslinger out, had collected the over $9,500 reward that had been on Doc’s head. He had then been named a deputy sheriff and impregnated his new wife, Sarah Anne. They now own Junior’s old ranch, because Dandy purchased it with the reward money.
Finally, several months after Doc had been taken out, Pauline Murphy had arrived on the train, looking for one Dwight Butler, whose wife died from pneumonia contracted during Big Dave’s funeral…and he had been Dwight’s older brother. This had been the final straw for Tyson, and he had formed a mob to run Sarah Anne and Pauline out of town, only for the mob to be thwarted by the influence of Dwight, who was smart and knew enough of the bible to prevent what Tyson was trying to accomplish.
Dwight had quoted scripture, and the mob fell apart, straightaway. Sure, Tyson could easily find the people to create the mob once more, but Tyson is questioning his position in the county, and has been ever since Dwight had stood between him and those whores.
Speaking of whores, Tyson thought to himself. I need to be getting to the Hanged Man pretty soon. The Hanged Man was the local watering hole and saloon in Atoka, and he has business there this evening. He stands up, and proceeds to lock up the Atoka Lockup, and walks out for the day.
Yes, he still doesn’t know how he can force Sandra to stop matching, but meeting with Sally will certainly help set the pieces in motion.
Chapter 2: A Letter From Dandy
Many miles north in the plains of Nebraska, Robert Parker Jr. stands in the garden patch outside the home he had built for himself and Ruth. He leans back, and wipes his brow with a handkerchief that he has started to carry with him at all times. You would not know by looking at him that he is a man worth multiple millions of dollars, as he has remained humble through his entire life, despite making himself into what he is through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. His father, Robert Sr. had been killed during his service as an officer in the Confederate Infantry at Lookout Mountain in Tennessee.
Junior’s wife, Ruth, was also born to a man who served in the War for Southern Independence, although he survived the war and fathered Ruth at an old age, resulting in the nearly twenty years age difference between the two.
As he leans against his hoe, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief, Junior notices a dust cloud that is approaching them from the east. He stands there, still as a statue until a horseback man with a letter arrived.
Five minutes later, Junior is entering the house, calling for his wife.
“Ruth!”
“Yes, Junior!” she called back.
“Where are you? We need to talk.”
“What’s going on?” she asked, exiting the bedroom with a pair of Junior’s denim pants and a roll of sewing thread and needle.
“We have a letter.”
“Who would be sending us mail?”
“The letter says…” Junior began, scanning the letter to see who sent it. “It says that it’s from Dandy Darby! From Coleman! Why would he be mailing us?”
“I don’t know, baby,” Ruth answers, “You don’t think it has anything to do with our house back there, do you?”
“Such as?”
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you read it aloud?”
“Okay,” Junior answered before clearing his throat and reading:
Dear Junior,
First of all, I hope that my letter finds you and your new wife well. Things in Coleman County have changed rather dramatically in the time that you have been gone from the area.
First of all, I have the unhappy news of letting you know that Big Dave Butler was killed (murdered) only a few months after the two of you left. Junior, I know that you (like myself) had great respect for Dave, and I want to let you know that his death did not go unavenged, as I myself brought Doc Dawson to justice and collected the reward for his capture, dead or alive.
Finally, the biggest reason for my letter is this, Junior: Tyson Abrams is causing serious trouble in the county. Two other men have married matches from the matchmaker—myself included—and he is doing everything he can to make life hell for us. We are at a loss for solutions, so I am forced to turn to you. If there is any way you can come back for a short time, you are the only one who can control this animal.
I hope you can come. Please let me know,
Coleman S. Darby (Dandy)
“So what do you think, baby?” Junior asks Ruth.
“I think that we need to go back.”
“What?” Junior asks, surprised.
“Yes…we should go back, so that you can help your friends deal with this,” she answers. “It’s only right.”
“You know what?” Junior asks her.
“What?”
“That’s what I love about you.”
“What?”
“How you have such a well-developed sense of what is and is not the right thing to do,” he says, moving in to kiss her. The taste of his lips causes her to quiver, and she discovers that she is incredibly aroused by the sexy form of her husband standing before her, wrestling with a difficult decision.
Instead of pulling away when Junior does, she instead locks her hands behind his neck, and keeps him bent over to kiss her. A moment later, she sighs and removes her hand from behind his neck, and replaces it on his manhood which is throbbing with desire just as her slit becomes so moist that her desire for him becomes too great.
Within seconds, Junior has lifted her simple prairie dress over her head, and she stands naked before him. She quickly falls to her knees, and undoes his belt-buckle, quickly freeing his pulsating shaft. She immediately begins to lick and suck at the tip of his member, moistening him while also working herself to a climax on her own.
Junior lets out an almighty grunt, and the juice of his orgasm fills Ruth’s mouth, and forces its way down her throat, arousing her all the more. She continues to abrade his organ with her tongue until every drop of ejaculation has escaped him. She stands up, and turns her back to him, rubbing his still firm dagger with her hips and rear. He firmly takes control of the situation, and inserts himself into her soaking cavern from the rear, not allowing her the chance to relax on the bed while he pleasures her. He quickly settles into rhythm, slipping in and out of her channel, drenching himself with her juices with every plunge. He reaches around and squeezes gently on the nubs of her breasts, eliciting moans from his lover while he gently kisses her on the back of her shoulder. Within a minute, her legs are shaking violently and Junior has to hold her in an upright position as the power of her orgasm suspends her ability to stand on her own accord.
After they have both enjoyed the fruits of their efforts with one another, they walk to their bed, and continue loving each other until well into the evening. The next day, Junior sent Dandy a telegram saying that he was coming.
Chapter 3: The Black Notebook
Tyson is sitting at the bar in the Hanged Man, the saloon in Atoka in Northwest Coleman County. He has no desire to go home to his wife, Emily, and it is likely that she has no desire for him to come home either. No, instead, Tyson is sitting in the Hanged Man, waiting for his contact to arrive with some more information, definitively linking Sandra Ammor to at least one of the matches that has been made.
Tyson is unsure exactly his contact has had with the men that the matchmaker has set up with Eastern women, but he does know for sure that she has had extensive contact with at least one of the men: Dandy Darby.
Sally is a pretty, black former slave woman who has lived the life of a prostitute ever since she was a young woman, and until Sarah Anne Tarter arrived in Coleman on the train, she was Dandy’s main supplier of sexual trysts. This, of course, was because Dandy did not think he was ever supposed to marry, and as such, he made use of Sally and the other whores, who congregated around the walls of the Hanged Man in an attempt to provide for themselves.
Tyson is on his fifth beer when he feels a tap at his shoulder, and he turns to see Sally standing there, wearing a fine scarlet dress ornamented by many different feathers, creating a very appealing effect against her caramel skin.
“Hello, Tyson,” she said, walking up to him, to which Tyson grunted a reply. “What? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“I s’pose so,” he answered with the air of a man disgusted by the woman to his left. He does not look up from the tall mug of beer that he is sipping on.
“What’ll you have, Sally,” The bartender, Travis, asked, sidling up to her.
“A shot of whiskey, Travis,” she answered, flashing him a smile of perfect teeth.
“Coming up,” Travis answered before walking down the bar to get a bottle of whiskey for her.
“So, what do you have to tell me?” Tyson asked, still not looking at the prostitute.
“Well, I know who the matchmaker is, and how she has been doing this.”
“I know who the matchmaker is, so what makes you think that you have anything that can help me?”
“Okay, you know who she is, but do you know how she has been doing the actual matching?”
“No,” Tyson admits, grudgingly.
“And do you know how you can prove that the matchmaker set up my best customer with that hussy from Kentucky?”
“Again, no.”
“Then you need me, or else you would have already blown this whole situation sky high. After all, everyone in the county knows that you have got it in for the matchmaker. Well, I can give you what you need to prove who she is, and can give you what you need to prove that she is the one who set up Dandy.
“And what do you get in return for helping me?”
“Revenge. It’s as simple as that,” Sally answers before throwing the whiskey that Travis had just delivered down her throat. “Another, Travis.”
“Okay then,” Tyson says to her, “what can you tell me?”
“Well, first of all, you say you know who the matchmaker is…who is it?”
“I thought you knew?!”
“I do…I just want to know who you think that it is.”
“Fine. It’s Sandra Ammor, that bitch who works at the train station, sorting the mail.”
“Exactly. And how do you know?”
“That night in McCulloch street, after everybody left, I found…this,” Tyson says, pulling out the black notebook. “It has her name embossed on the cover, and there is information inside showing that she set up her brother with that whore from Atlanta.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t find anything about Dandy, though,” he said.
“Okay.”
“How do you know that she set up Dandy with the hussy from Kentucky?”
“Because she paid me to steal a picture of Dandy. There is only one, and he got it when he was riding shotgun for the rangers years ago. She didn’t say what it was for, but we all know that she’s posting pictures of the men in the county in marriage magazines. Why else would she need the only picture of Dandy, and he magically gets matched two months later?”
“You have a fair point,” Tyson agrees. “Do you have anything about Junior?”
“No, Mr. Abrams…I know about Dandy because she came to me to ask for the picture, and I could only get it because he kept it in his room, here in the Hanged Man. He, of course, brought me into his room regularly…until she showed up. He used to pay me very well too.”
“Are you really hurting for money? You are a whore,” Tyson spits at her, viciously.
“No, I’m not hurting for money, but he was paying me pretty well.”
“Well, I’m sure I can help you out there a little bit.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you,” he says, completely ignoring the fact that he is a married elder of the church, and he gets up to go upstairs, but only after draining his mug of all beer.
Sally watches him go, and shakes her head. Draining her glass of whiskey once more, she heads upstairs to conduct some business.
Chapter 4: Junior’s Response
Dwight and Pauline Butler are sitting at the dinner table, enjoying their evening meal when they hear hooves approaching from a distance.
“Who could that be, this late?” Dwight says aloud to his new wife.
“I don’t know, baby,” she answers, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Things around the Butler residence have been especially worried since the events in McCulloch Street a few weeks ago. Dwight knows that the elder, Tyson Abrams, is crazy, and whenever he sets his mind to doing something, he pursues it with a vicious focus until it has been done, the consequences be damned. Dwight also knows that Tyson has set his sights on running Pauline out of town on a rail, and he controls a dangerous sect within the church community in Coleman County. If anyone could manage to discredit Dwight and make Pauline leave, it would be Tyson.
For now, however, he is enjoying his honeymoon as best he can, despite the ruckus and craziness in town. Last week, he officially married Pauline, the gorgeous widow from Atlanta. Unfortunately, however, they were unable to share the wonderful moment with anyone other than his sister, Sandra, his daughter, Emily, and Dandy Darby, who witnessed the union before the Justice of the Peace. This has caused Dwight no small amount of frustration, because there was a large wedding party when he married his deceased first wife, Amanda. He feels that Pauline too is deserving of a huge wedding party, but instead she had to marry him in secret because of the actions and attitudes of one radical hypocrite.