Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology

by Vivian Wood

  "No, I most certainly was not trying to blow you off," he corrects me, ushering me inside the vehicle and climbing in behind me. Inside the limousine, he pulls me over on top of his lap and nuzzles his head into my neck. Inhaling his familiar scent, I rest my cheek on the top of his head and run my fingers up and down the silky texture of his back.

  "I thought the vacation was over," I whisper to him.

  "You had to get back to work and so did I. I didn't think you were interested in seeing me outside of the lake, and that hurt a lot, so I came home to spare us both any embarrassment."

  His thumb begins brushing my nipple as he pulls his head back to look into my eyes. "I am so much more than not finished with you, Ash." He pinches my nipple hard and my inner muscles twitch at the memory of his huge cock inside me. Pulling down my face to his, he brushes his lips against mine, and my eyes close to focus on the sensation.

  "I have thought about you every day since you left," I explain.

  "I am sorry, but I could not stand the thought of you coming back to the lake and not wanting me anymore."

  "I want you just as much today, and the day I left, as I did the first time I watched you pleasure yourself on the lake deck. I wanted you so bad that day. My cock is hard just thinking about it now," he says, pulling my hand down to rub his swollen flesh over his pants.

  "I want you, please. Sir, please, can I have this cock?" I beg, hoping to placate his need to be in control. The fabric of my dress slowly reveals my legs as his hands pull the material up around my hips. Shimmying himself between my knees, he squeezes my hips with both of his hands grinding his cock against my moistened panties.

  "This cock?" he asks me.

  "Do you think you can be a good girl and never run from me again?" he teases as he nibbles behind my ear, licking my sensitive flesh. My clit is pressed right against his hard cock, and I grind against it soaking his pants.

  "You are so wet for me, Ash, I'm going to unfasten my pants, and you are going to put this cock in that pussy of yours. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Sir," I reply, "I am going to put your big cock in my pussy," I tell him, his eyes twinkling at me with approval.

  I lift up on my knees eager for his touch. His pants fall loose in the front, freeing his cock. Standing straight up, his cock waits for me to take it by the hand. Wrapping my fist around the base of his shaft, I slide it up toward the tip before I position myself over it.

  Grabbing my hips, his eyes hold mine, not letting me look away as he pulls me down, sliding his cock into my wet sheath. The muscle is warm and hard and it stretches me as my body adjusts to his girth.

  "You are not ever going to leave me again, Ash," he tells me as he pumps his hips, driving his cock deep inside me. Pressing my clit with his thumb, he makes my muscles jerk around his cock and sends my body to the brink of explosion.

  "I will never leave you," I scream as I grind against his thumb, his cock ramming me, his hands puling my hips down with each thrust. His soft lips latch onto the skin of my cleavage proudly displayed in my dress. Tiny tings of pain travel through my body as he nibbles my sensitive flesh.

  "Because I love you," I scream as his pumping pushes me over the edge, and my muscles convulse around his cock as he pumps inside me, drawing out my pleasure. He thrusts deeply inside and grunts out his pleasure as he explodes inside me. Our bodies sated, I lay my head against him, both arms wrapped around his neck as I wait for my breathing to slow.

  "Thank you," he says.

  "You will love me every day from now on. I can be real jackass sometimes and controlling, but I want you to always remember that you love me. Even if I run off to work and neglect telling you how very much I love you, I want you to wait for me and yell at me for doing so when I get home to you, every time."

  Laughing to prevent myself from crying, I agree with him, "every time".

  The limo comes to a stop and I realize I have no idea where he was taking me.

  "Where are we?" I ask.

  "Our apartment," he says.

  "You are moving in right now," he informs me.

  Kissing him firmly on the lips, I agree "...Our apartment. I just have one request," I add. "If you plan on standing in my living room for a prolonged period of time, I prefer that you did so buck ass naked."

  Laughing, he agrees.

  Epilogue

  "Mommy, mommy!" Henry exclaims, "Look, I did it!"

  Looking up from my book, I see that he did indeed catch a perch from his Grandpas' lake.

  "That is terrific," I compliment him.

  "Let me help you toss him back, he needs to be much bigger next time we meet him."

  "That's right, so you have to eat broccoli, even without cheese, and drink all your milk, Fishy," Henry's tells the fish.

  We take the fish off the hook, and Henry decides he wants to play in his fishing cabin turned three-year-old's playhouse. I lead him up the weathered path, hand in hand.

  The soft purr of a sleek black SUV draws our attention as we squint to see the vehicle pull into the driveway of the main house. Jumping up and down, Henry yells, "Daddy! Daddy is home."

  "He is," I agree.

  Rushing up the path, Blake carries groceries in his large arms bending down to kiss my cheek.

  "I caught a huge fish, Daddy. I have to call uncle Paul."

  "That is wonderful," Blake tells him handing him a loaf of bread to bring into the house.

  "I still didn't see any lake nymphs though. I'll keep looking just like you said."

  A sly smile spreads across Blake's face, as he winks at me, "They are very hard to find, Henry, a man can go a lifetime before he is able to catch one."

  Leaning in to brush his lips across mine, he tells me, "But they are well worth the wait."

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  The Billionaire's Plumber

  by Harley Baker

  Awakenings

  As Toni Becker tucked her kids in for the night, she thought about how much she still had to get done before she could go to sleep herself. She was always tired these days.

  Johnny, her five-year-old, looked up at her, those beautiful green eyes and long eye lashes bouncing off his chubby cheeks. Her heart overflowing with love, she gently brushed back strands of his thin, brown hair with her fingers, caressing his tender face. He was the very image of his handsome father, his wonderful daddy whom he would never know. She kissed him, "Mommy loves you. Sweet dreams."

  "I love you, too, Mommy. Sweet dreams."

  And then she climbed up the bunk bed ladder to where her daughter, Fiona, waited patiently for her turn with Mom. She favored her mother more, but Toni could see where she favored John as well. Fiona smiled, flashing her lovely brown eyes as she hugged and kissed her goodnight. "I love you, too, Baby Girl. Sweet dreams."

  "I love you! Sweet dreams!" Fiona echoed, as Toni descended the ladder and went back to the kitchen to finish the laundry and dishes. She marveled at how long she had been surviving on her own, but she was never sure how much longer she would be able go on. She remembered thinking she would die from the sadness when her darling husband had been killed while she was pregnant with Johnny. But somehow she had made it through.

  She had two sisters and a half-brother, but they were all in the military, so she never got to see them as much as she would like. They were all much too far away to help her out. John had been her high school sweetheart. They started dating sophomore year, and during junior year she got pregnant. Even though the timing was terrible, they had still been ecstatic to meet their first child. They got married, he finished high school, but she dropped out to make ends meet.

  Her husband had been a plumber's apprentice who was right on the verge of getting his journeyman's license. They had always agreed that kids do best when one parent could stay home and take care of the family while the other one earned a living, but for a long time, they had not had that luxury, s
o Toni had needed to wait tables to make ends meet. They were very much looking forward to John being able to bring home enough money that Toni would not have to work.

  When she had Fiona, she had to go back to work when the baby was four weeks old. Oh, how she had hated that. Leaving her sweet baby girl every day to go wait on a bunch of strangers did not make any sense to her. But with the new baby, she was going to be able to do what felt natural, stay home and take care of her babies.

  When John died, Toni's parents were no help to her at all. They were divorced when she was young, and continued to make everyone's lives miserable anytime they got the chance. They fought constantly and moved around a lot, and the last thing she needed was more people to care for and worry about.

  John had worked for a terrific man, Joe Pedrotti. Joe really had a lot of respect for John, and took it upon himself to look after Toni and the kids. His wife, Betty, was a nice lady. She was a great cook and would often invite them over for home cooked meals on Sunday. Toni enjoyed her hospitality, and the kids liked going there, too.

  Joe knew that Toni could not make enough money to cover living expenses waiting tables, plus the schedule would be sporadic, making things much more difficult for her raising the kids alone, so he gave her a job as a plumber's helper. And even though he got called out at all hours, he would only let her work Monday through Friday during school hours.

  When Johnny was born, Betty babysat Fiona and took good care of Toni and her new baby. She was always willing to pick them up from daycare or school when they were sick. That had been very helpful. She was grateful to have the Pedrottis in her life. She cringed when she thought about where her little family might be now without such good people to depend on.

  When Toni finally finished up, she went back into the bedroom to find both children asleep. She stood for a moment and thought about how angelic they looked when they were asleep and how much they meant to her. She crawled into her own bed. Well, she did not really have a bed. It was more like just a twin-sized mattress on the floor, but it did not matter to her what it looked like as long as she got some well-earned rest on it.

  ***

  After dropping the kids off at school, Joe and Toni pulled up outside an enormous new house that had just been built. They were here to finish the installation they had started before the house went up. Toni liked new installation much better than fixing old broken pipes. She ran her hands along the counter in the bathroom. She thought about the cost of the fixtures. It dumbfounded her to think about how much rent she could pay with that amount of money. I could outfit my children until they graduated from high school.

  The usual characters came and went; the electricians and rock work guys the same ones she knew from other jobs. Surprisingly, she did not have to put up with much macho nonsense. She was pretty sure that Joe had threatened to tell their wives or mothers. Maybe he even threatened to kick their asses. He was damn strong for an old man. Every now and then a new worker would join a crew. It was easy to spot them because they all would try hitting on her. She never looked at them or spoke. She did not have to. The other guys would reel them in and make them behave. Everyone looked out for her like a sister.

  At lunchtime, Joe ran errands, so Toni explored the house looking for a deck with a great view. She sat down alone outside to enjoy the marvelous mountains in the distance. Her throat and lungs full of glue fumes and dust, she searched for relief. I gotta get some fresh air. There was no furniture, so she sat on cold concrete floor. Fiona and Johnny would love this house! I’ll make sure and tell them every detail.

  A man she had never met came out on the deck. He greeted her casually then stood by the railing looking out at the mountainside and the river than ran through it. She was not sure whether she should get up or not. She started gathering her things, but he told her to stay put, so she relaxed and went back to her sandwich. He is not wearing work clothes. Who is he? His Latino accent was very strong, almost unintelligible. He had really thick dark hair and a dark complexion. He looked to be nearly six feet tall and built really well.

  "You are the prettiest plumber I ever met."

  Caught off guard by his comment, she laughed, "That's not much of a compliment, but thank you anyway." Then it was his turn to laugh.

  When she finished eating, she gathered up her things and went inside. He stayed out on the deck for a good long while. She had no idea who he was, but he was one fine-looking man. She made a mental note to stay away from him. She had to stay focused on taking care of her kids, so there was no room in her life for a man. Not even for one that sexy. Especially not for one that sexy!

  ***

  While the kids worked on their homework, Toni put a frozen casserole in the oven. She tried to help Fiona with her math, but it was too confusing, making her feel very inadequate. Lots of things made her feel that way. At least I can help Johnny with his alphabet worksheets. High five, me!

  She told them about the house she was working in, "It is just like something you see on TV." Johnny's eyes got big. She described the deck she sat on and everything she could see from there. Johnny wanted to know if there were any bears in the woods. She just smiled and shook her head.

  "If there are, I hope they stay in the woods," Fiona said, raising her brow defiantly the way only a 12-year-old girl can.

  "I would karate chop that bear!" Johnny held up his wee little hands, not looking quite as scary as he thought he did. Fiona rolled her eyes.

  Toni let her thoughts roam to the man standing on the deck. Victor was so different from other guys. What was it about him that got my attention? Oh, you mean besides the fact that he’s super hot, and his voice sounds like something from a Spanish novella? Oh, yeah, that, who can remember? She had not been even slightly attracted to anyone since John died. It occurred to her how long it had been. Nearly six years. Whoa! That’s a long time to be doing without a little bump bump! But she knew even if she had nobody in her bed for 20 years, all that mattered was her kids’ health and happiness. And besides, between the baby and the depression, she had gained a lot of weight If the choice is between getting stabbed in the eyeball with a cinnamon-flavored toothpick, or showing my ugly, fat body to a new man, bring on the toothpicks! The smell of her food in the oven heating up made her stomach growl.

  ***

  The next day at work, she headed to the deck to eat. When she got there, she was a little taken aback by the table and chairs sitting there. She cautiously looked around and then sat down. The view was much easier to see from the chair than it had been from the floor, and it was absolutely breathtaking!

  A few minutes later, the man came out, said, “Hello,” and sat down across the table from her. She instantly felt her cheeks go red. She waved since her mouth was full. He is even more attractive today than he was yesterday. Is that even possible? His grey and burgundy sweater fit his form nicely. She thought it made his nearly black eyes stand out.

  "How are you, today?" he asked. She nodded and smiled still chewing. "It is a lovely day, don't you think?" he continued.

  Finally, she swallowed, "Yes, it is. Thank you for the table."

  "Oh think nothing of it! I was going to put one here anyway."

  She took another bite. This must be his house. Just then, Joe appeared.

  "Hey, you alright?" he asked, eyeballing the strange man.

  "I'm fine, he's okay."

  Joe nodded his head, held eye contact with the man, and slowly walked away.

  "You have a good boss."

  "I know. He is great."

  "My name is Victor Herminio Maximiano."

  She could barely figure out what he had just said. He noticed she was trying and helped.

  "My name is Victor," he said more slowly.

  She smiled and thanked him for repeating it.

  "I am Toni, pleased to meet you."

  "I am also pleased."

  He told her that he was the Brazilian Ambassador to the United States. She was a little embarrassed that s
he did not even know what that meant. I'll look it up later.

  "But enough about me, please tell me about you."

  She told him all about her kids, her late husband, and the Pedrottis. The thrill in her voice spoke volumes about how much she loved her little family. When lunch was over, she went back to work. It got increasing more difficult to keep her mind on what she was doing. His deep sexy Spanish voice was so out of the ordinary. It was exotic and charming. And titillating.

  ***

  On Sunday, Toni, and her kids went to eat dinner with the Pedrottis as was their custom. As they walked in the house, delicious aromas met them at the door. Betty made a pot roast and really enjoyed having someone whom she could spoil rotten. After a yummy bowl of peach cobbler for dessert, Toni and Fiona washed the dishes. When everything was nice and tidy, they went outside to enjoy the nice weather.

  The kids ran around and played in the backyard while Toni and Betty used the opportunity to visit. Toni could tell from the expression on Betty's face she had something important she wanted to discuss.

  "So, Joe tells me Mr. Maximiano is interested in you. Is that right?

  "Maybe. What did Joe say?"

  Betty patted Toni on the arm. "Well, he told me about him hanging out with you and getting you a table. Now, you tell me your version."

  Toni told every detail, including how sexy he was, and asked her if she thought it was possible he had romantic intentions seeing how he was so far out of her league.

  "Now, don't run yourself down, honey. The world will do that enough for you. If this man has any sense at all, he finds you very attractive."

  "But I don't even understand what his job is."

  "It's not all that hard to understand. He is an ambassador from Brazil. He lives here and helps Brazilian citizens when they are here and have a problem."

  "That doesn't sound complicated."

  "It's not. Now, don't you let yourself feel intimidated! You hear me?"

  "Yes, ma'am. I hear you."