Vegas Baby: A Bad Boy's Accidental Marriage Romance

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by Amy Brent


  I wasn’t going to lock myself away and grieve for the rest of my life. That wouldn’t be fair to me or to Cody. He needed his daddy whole—a happy, smiling, caring, loving daddy dedicated to raising him right and making his life as good as it could be. And that’s what I intended to do. I was going to be happy—I was going to make myself happy—and as a result, make Cody happy. And at the moment, deep in my soul, I knew that nothing would make me happier than fucking the girl next door.

  * * *

  After Bethany’s funeral, Cody pitched a fit to go home with Hank and Emily and their boys. I had no idea how to handle a kid who was stomping his foot and turning red with anger in the middle of a cemetery, or any other place for that matter. What I knew about parenting wouldn’t fill a tin cup. I was wondering how Bethany would have handled it when Hank put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me aside.

  He said, “Let us take him for the weekend. He’ll be with the boys. It’ll take his mind off things. Plus, you probably could use a little quiet time yourself. We’ll drop him off back at your house after church on Sunday.”

  I started to protest, but then realized he was right. Cody had been spending a lot of time with Hank’s boys. They were his family now. And Hank had been more of a father to him than I’d ever been.

  “Okay, Hank, thanks.” I shook his hand and watched him lead my son away. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, as if a hand had wrapped around my heart and was wringing all the blood out of it. Cody was smiling up at Hank, chattering away, all the tears and confusion long gone. I was jealous of their relationship. I had a long road ahead of me. Uncle Hank had some very big shoes to fill.

  On the ride home, my cellphone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize. I hit the button on the steering wheel to put it on the speaker. “Hello, this is Ben Ryder.”

  “Mr. Ryder, this is Lieutenant Mason with the Arlington PD. Sir, I just wanted to let you know that you can pick up the car anytime you like.”

  I frowned at the digital display, as if the man was talking to me from inside the dash. “I’m sorry, the car?”

  “Yes, sir, the car belonging to Mrs. Bethany Ryder. It’s registered in your name, sir. That’s how we tracked you down as next of kin because we couldn’t get Mrs. Ryder’s ID from the car until several hours after the paramedics were able to lift her out, so we called up the tag number in the DMV database to get the registration name and address. We tried calling you, but couldn’t reach you.”

  “I was out of the country,” I said quietly.

  “Yes, sir, we eventually figured that out. When we couldn’t reach you one of the nurses at the hospital was smart enough to check the hospital records to see if Mrs. Ryder had ever been admitted before. Turned out your son was born at St. Vincent’s, so we got your employment information from the insurance forms and I was able to contact your employer, Mr. Blackwell.”

  I flexed my fingers around the steering wheel and tried to focus on the road as I listened. “I don’t understand. You say it took several hours to get the car back on the road?”

  “Yes, sir, it went down a steep embankment and landed about fifty feet down off Old Post Road just outside of Fall’s Church. Paramedics had to repel down to get your wife out. It took a while to get a chain on the car to pull it out.”

  “Jesus,” I sighed. “Were you the officer on the scene, Lieutenant?”

  His voice went quiet. “One of them, yes sir.”

  “Did she say anything?”

  “No, sir, I’m afraid not,” he said. I could hear him sighing over the phone. “She was in pretty bad shape. It’s my understanding that she never regained consciousness and passed an hour after arriving at the hospital. I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Ryder.”

  “Thank you, Lieutenant. Where is the car?”

  “Well, sir, it was totaled, as you’d expect. Not drivable. It’s at the city tow yard. I can give you the number of a wrecker service who can tow it wherever you like. I would suggest that you personally remove any of Mrs. Ryder’s personal effects that may still be inside the vehicle.”

  “Personal effects?”

  “Yes, sir. Whatever is still in the car you might want to retrieve. I bagged her purse and gave it to the lot manager to hold for you. There was a car seat in the back, some kid’s toys, personal papers in the glovebox, that sort of thing.”

  “Do you know if her phone was in the purse?” I asked.

  “No sir, I don’t think it was. It might still be in the car somewhere.”

  “Right, okay. I’ll take care of it, Lieutenant. I appreciate you calling.”

  I hadn’t even thought about Bethany’s purse or her cellphone. I would go down Friday afternoon to have a look, then have the car towed to a scrap yard. I was too beat to do it today and it was already after five so the lot was probably closed anyway. I pressed the gas and headed home, my mind reeling. For a moment, I wondered if the car might hold any evidence as to the identity of the man Bethany was fucking. Did I really care? Did I really want to know? My macho bullshit ego aside, knowing who Bethany was fucking probably wouldn’t have impacted my life one iota, not in the way fucking the girl in the pool was going to.

  * * *

  When I woke up Friday morning I couldn’t get the girl next door off my mind. It was crazy, I know. Borderline obsessive, even. I had zoned in on girls in the past, when I was much younger, back before I was married, but nothing like this. I can even remember seeing a news report about a forty-something science teacher in Alabama running off with one of his fifteen-year-old students. I remembered thinking what I’d do to a guy like that if that was my little girl. But this was different. The girl next door was legally an adult. She had masturbated in front of me. I mean, she had to have known that I was up there watching, didn’t she? Yes. Of course, she did. Why else would she do what she had done the moment I peered through the curtain?

  In the SEALs, we had to meet with the Navy shrink once a quarter just to make sure our heads were still screwed on straight. You had no idea what that life did to some guys. Some guys melted down while others were cold as ice. One guy, a private from Idaho named Bixby, started hearing voices a month after he arrived and blew his brains out in the middle of the mess hall one morning during breakfast. Most of us just kept eating our powdered eggs and pancakes while the medics scraped the poor fuck off the floor.

  “You either thrive or dive,” Quinn always said whenever a young recruit would ask how he handled all the bad shit we saw and did on a daily basis. “And if you dive, brother you ain’t coming back up.”

  The Navy shrink would have probably said that I was obsessing over the girl as a way of dealing with my anger and grief over Bethany’s death. That the filthy dreams I’d been having for the past couple of days were just my brain reconciling itself with the fact that Bethany was gone. I was focusing on the girl to deal with the stress and grief of my wife’s death.

  What the fuck ever, doc.

  All I knew was that it felt like my balls were going to explode if I didn’t fuck her soon.

  I had to see her. Talk to her. Touch her.

  Today. Now.

  I got dressed, picked up my phone, and headed next door.

  Chapter Fifteen: Lolita

  Holy shit. Ben Ryder was on my fucking front porch. I opened the door to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets and a nervous smile on his face.

  He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and a pair of worn cowboy boots with pointy toes. The material of the shirt strained against his thick chest and shoulders. The jeans were tight enough to give me an idea of what bulged underneath. His tanned forearms were roped with sinewy muscle. He had a thick silver watch on his left wrist and a tattoo on his right arm that looked like an eagle holding a pitchfork.

  “Uh, hi,” I said, glancing up into his eyes and forcing a smile.

  “Hi, sorry to bother you,” he said, his voice deep and warm, just as I’d imagined it would be. “But I w
as wondering if I could use your phone.”

  I blinked at him. I felt myself swallow. I realized that I was licking my lips. I forced myself to stop. Funny, I had spent the last hour thinking of ways to seduce this guy and now that he was on my doorstep. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

  “My phone?”

  He held up his cellphone. The screen was black. “Yeah, my cell died and I have no idea where the charger is. We don’t have a house phone and I need to call and check on my little boy. So, I was wondering if I could use your phone.”

  “Sure,” I said, trying not to gush. I pulled open the door and stepped aside. “Come on in.”

  I took a deep breath as he passed by, so close it made my skin tingle. My bare nipples immediately plumped up, pushing against the thin t-shirt, like little kids raising their hands and jumping up and down screaming, “ME! ME! NOTICE ME!”

  I glanced out the door at Mrs. Crown’s house across the street. I didn’t see the gossipy old biddy, but I knew she was watching. She was always watching.

  “Um, you can use the phone in the kitchen,” I said, leading the way. The t-shirt was short and fell just to the top of my ass. I could feel the string bikini working up between the crack between my ass cheeks. I wondered if he was watching my ass bounce as I walked. I hoped he was. My ass was tight and perfect and round and tanned to a golden brown. I wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pounded me from behind.

  “I appreciate this,” he said. “It’s been a crazy couple of days.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m so sorry about your wife,” I said with a sympathetic pout. “I didn’t know her that well, but she seemed nice. I babysat your son once, years ago.”

  “I had no idea,” he said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched his chest rise and fall. I caught him looking at my stiff nipples poking through my shirt. I didn’t try to hide them. I couldn’t have if I’d tried. Just like he couldn’t hide the bulge in the front of his jeans. To the contrary, I put my hands behind my back and pushed my tits out at him. He licked his lips like a hungry man eyeing a dessert tray. I let my eyes drift down to the bulge in the front of his jeans. It was getting bigger.

  “So, there’s the phone,” I said, nodding at the old phone hanging on the wall. “Help yourself.”

  “Uh, thanks,” he said, shaking his head like he was coming out of a dream. “It’ll just take a second.”

  As he called to check on his son, I went to stand at the sink in the very spot where I’d seduced Jerry Falk three years ago. I thought about using the same tactic on Ben Ryder. All I’d have to do was pull off my t-shirt, push out my tits, rub my pussy a few times, and he would be mine. Pussy Power never failed.

  “Okay, that’s great,” Ryder said, turning his back to me with the phone at his ear. I could still hear the conversation. “No, don’t bother him if he’s outside with the boys. Yes, Sunday afternoon works for me. If you need me sooner, just call my cell. Okay, thanks, Em. I appreciate it.”

  “How is she going to call if your cellphone is dead?” I asked after he hung up the phone. The look on his face was priceless.

  He held up the cellphone and smiled. “Good question.”

  “Is your cellphone really dead, Mr. Ryder?”

  “Just call me Ryder,” he said, tucking the phone into his back pocket. He folded his thick arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “And what should I call you?”

  I gave him an innocent smile. “My name’s Lolita, and everyone calls me Lolita.”

  “Lolita? Like the movie?”

  “I think so,” I said, shrugging at him, making my tits bounce. “My mom was obsessed with that movie for some reason. Have you seen it? Lolita?”

  “I have,” he said, his head slowly bobbing. “Have you?” I shook my head no, even though my mom had made me watch it a hundred times. I wanted to hear his take on it. Was the older man in the movie a hero or a pervert in his eyes.

  “Tell me about it,” I said.

  “It’s about an older man who becomes obsessed with the teenaged daughter of his landlady. When the mother dies, he takes charge of the girl and supposedly a sexual relationship blossoms, although they didn’t show that in the move. I guess it was a little too risqué for the times. Anyway, she uses him, then leaves him, and he slowly loses his mind. He kills a man he thinks is influencing the girl and dies in prison awaiting trial. Kind of sad.”

  “Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “but kind of hot, too.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

  “How old are you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer from the obituary.

  “Thirty-three.” He paused to let his eyes sweep over my body. “How old are you?”

  “Old enough,” I said, teasing him with my eyes. I glanced down at my nipples. They were practically poking through my shirt.

  “Seriously,” he said, hitching his chin at me. “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen,” I said, arching my eyebrows. “I’ll be twenty next month.” I crossed my arms under my breasts and smiled down at them. “Why? Does it matter?”

  “It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, pushing himself off the door. He hooked his thumbs in is belt buckle and glanced down at the front of his jeans. I could see his hard cock bulging against the tight material.

  “Would you like to fuck me with your big cock, Ryder?” I asked, my hands sliding up to my breasts, my fingers teasing my hard nipples through the shirt. As he watched and licked his lips, I tugged the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then slid the bikini bottoms down my legs.

  “Yes,” he said, stepping toward me. “I want to fuck you right now.”

  Chapter Sixteen: Ryder

  Lolita was even more beautiful than her movie namesake, standing in front of me with a seductive smirk on her lips, cupping her big tits in her hands, offering them to me like a wonderful tray of desserts. Her body was as naturally beautiful as her face. She was tanned and toned and lean without being thin. Her breasts were full and natural and a little big for her frame, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Her dark areolas were large and perfectly round. Her long, erect nipples reminded me of raspberry gum drops. I couldn’t wait to have them in his mouth, sucking them like hard candy.

  My eyes followed the line of her stomach down to her cunt, which sported a neat patch of blonde curls.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her close enough that she could feel my cock trying to push through my pants to get to her.

  “Thank you,” she said, leaning her head back to beckon me with her lips. “You’re not bad yourself, for an old man.”

  I smiled as I leaned down to press my lips to hers. Sparks of electricity shot through my body, as if I’d caught my balls on an electric fence. Christ, I had never wanted a woman so badly in my life. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her sweet, young, tight pussy. I wanted to ram her pussy from behind as my fingers dug into her sweet ass cheeks, my thumbs exploring her asshole as she moaned for more. I wanted to shove my cock between her lips and watch her roll her tongue around the tip and milk my shaft with her hand until I exploded on her face like a firehose. I wanted her to taste my thick cum and smile as it gushed over her face and breasts and down her beautiful throat. I wanted to fall asleep with my cock inside her and wake up and fuck her again and again.

  She started tugging at my belt as my tongue probed her mouth. I took my hands from her hips long enough to undo my jeans and push them down to my ankles. I didn’t bother taking off my pants and underwear because that would have entailed kicking off my boots, which have required me to stop doing what I was doing—and I didn’t have time for that. Besides, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

  My hard cock sprang free from my underwear and bounced in the air like a heavy spring. Lolita glanced down and “ooohed” when she saw the size of it.
I quickly tugged the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

  “Hmmm… such a big cock you have,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and swirling the moist head around her bellybutton. It left a little trail of love juice on her skin. “I can’t wait to have that inside me.”

  “It’s all yours, baby,” I said. “Do whatever the fuck you want with it.”

  She gave me a devilish smile and bit at my neck as her hands moved to my chest. She squeezed the hard muscle and nuzzled her nose in the thick hair that covered my chest and slid her tongue around my nipples. She gently sucked on my right nipple while pinching the left one hard between her thumb and finger. I moaned at the sweet pain.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down. I wanted her mouth on my cock. Now! She flicked her tongue playfully into my belly button, then nipped at my thick pubic hair. All the while, her hand was sliding up and down my rock-hard cock, which felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

  “Such a big cock,” she said again, cooing at it, getting to her knees so my cock was level with her mouth. She pushed my cock back and playfully licked my sack. “And such lovely balls.”

  She squeezed the shaft tighter and moved her hand toward the head. Drops of clear juices bubbled up from the slit at the tip of my cock. She eagerly lapped the juices with her tongue and sighed.

 

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