by Lynn Faye
Everyone applauded at her beautiful words and I sat there in utter shock at how eloquent she was.
“Now that was a fucking speech,” she whispered into my ear as she sat down.
“Damn right it was,” I laughed.
We danced our night away at the reception. It was a fun filled night of drinking, laughing, and love. Everyone that attended the wedding was so full of happiness for us. It was so nice to see everyone.
I drank, more than I normally did, but the dancing probably helped to wear off the alcohol a bit. When Matthew and I finally made it back to our honeymoon suite I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. The whole day had gone off without a hitch, well except for the photographer falling from the sky. Other than that, it was truly a beautiful day and a great start to our new life.
“I’m going to rock your world,” Matthew said as he lifted me up and carried me through the threshold of the room.
Our room was decorated with rose petals and champagne, It was the idealistic honeymoon suite.
Our hands moved quickly to remove our each other’s wedding day outfits and soon we were standing there naked. I couldn’t help but walk over to the floor to ceiling window and look out over the city. It was a clear and beautiful night with the city lights shining into our room.
Matthew came up behind me and I felt his rock hard excitement as he wrapped his arms around me and looked out over the city with me.
“This is it baby. We’re going to take over the world.”
His hands moved to my center as he worked to build up my excitement. I leaned against the glass and the cold rushed through my body setting every nerve on end. Soon Matthew pressed me forward and I felt him enter me from behind.
Our thrusts were slow, sensual thrusts as my breasts pressed up against the window and my body was exposed to the world below. Luckily, it was three o’clock in the morning and we were forty stories in the air; I felt relatively safe in my exposure.
Over and over we moved together as our bodies reveled in the commitment we had just decided on. When Matthew brought me over to the bed it was a nice change and I felt the warmth of his kisses as he moved up my body.
When Matthew wanted to be sweet and loving; he could do it. His hands were gentle as he moved over me and I felt like his queen that night. Every position we tried, every moan that came out, it was all of pure bliss and a sign that we were building ourselves up to the ultimate deliverance of passion.
Exhaustion set in by the next morning when we had to wake up and get back to the airport by eight o’clock. I could hardly move and was more than happy to allow others to carry my things and to allow Matthew to take the lead in getting us back home.
On the plane, I reclined my seat fully and quickly fell asleep. I only woke up briefly when Matthew handed me a mimosa to sip on as we landed. Life was good. Our life was good. I saw a lot of smooth sailing ahead of us and I couldn’t wait to see just where life was going to take us.
But when we got back to Matthew’s house, the head of our security detail was waiting for Matthew. He looked angry. More than angry, he looked like he was going to punch Matthew in the face.
“You can’t do this,” Clint said to Matthew in a firm tone.
“Kayla, why don’t you head upstairs. I think mister Bomber and I need to have a conversation.”
I had no idea what was going on, but I did as I was asked and made my way up the stairs. Of course, I sat at the top and did my best to listen to what was going on downstairs. Clint Bomber was a good man. He had been great to us and I had a gut feeling that he really would have done anything and everything to keep us safe.
I wasn’t sure if Matthew had complained about the security during our trip home, or if there was something else that was bothering Clint. But I certainly was going to listen in to their conversation and try to figure out why he was so angry.
“You told us to back off Matthew. It was your idea. You can’t then go and complain because the security sucked at your wedding.”
“I can do whatever I damn well please,” Matthew said.
I knew that Matthew was right. I used to think that it wasn’t true and that Matthew needed to follow the rules just like everyone else. But the last few months had taught me one really good lesson; Matthew was above the rules. He seemed to be able to make himself into a winner no matter what the situation was.
I cringed at the idea of Clint picking a fight with Matthew. I knew that the result was going to be Clint losing his job with us; possible he would lose his job altogether. Matthew was too strong to be messed with. There was nothing in his way anymore, I silently urged Clint to back down; although I knew he wouldn’t hear my thoughtful prayers I sent to him.
“You’re not above the law Mr. Strom. I’m not sure what it is you’re trying to do by making the secret service look bad, but I’m not going to stand for it.”
“Do what you have to do,” Matthew said in an unusually calm voice.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, Clint, I think maybe it’s time for you to move on. Perhaps keeping one of the retired Presidents safe would be a better job for you.”
I heard the calm threatening tone in Matthew’s voice and new that Clint didn’t have a chance. For whatever reason, Matthew had decided that Clint wasn’t going to be working for us anymore.
I couldn’t quite understand what they were arguing about though. It sounded like Matthew had called off the security team and Clint felt like that was why the photographer had gotten into the wedding. But it seemed like there was much more going on and I just hadn’t heard all the details yet.
“I’ve worked this detail for ten years. Don’t threaten me Matthew. I know what you’re doing. I’m not going to let you go through with it. I’ve got a lot more information than you’d ever want to know. Don’t make yourself out to be the saint here.”
Oh, I liked Clint for his efforts in standing up to Matthew, but he clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with. Matthew wasn’t going to let anyone threaten him. Whatever information Clint had on Matthew was probably just the tip of the iceberg and Matthew had a way of sinking icebergs before they became issues.
“Clint, I think you’re mistaking what I’m saying. There is no threat toward you. I simply am suggesting that you move on. If my techniques are too much for your delicate system, then you shouldn’t continue to work for me.”
Again Matthew was freakishly calm and I heard Clint slam the door as he left without even responding to Matthew. I didn’t dare move though, I didn’t want Matthew to know I had been listening to the whole conversation. Instead, I waited as Matthew called for the other agents to come upstairs.
“Get up here, all of you,” I heard him yell down the opening to the basement. “Just to be clear, I’m in charge here. If I give an order that you all don’t like, just suck it up and do it. If that is too much for you then I invite you to change posts. This isn’t going to be pretty. I’m not a nice guy. I do horrible things and I’m going to expect you to do them with me. If you got into this job to be heroes then I’ll give you a fight worth fighting. But if you got into this job to follow rules and abide by some oath that means nothing in a life or death situations; leave. I don’t have time for you.”
None of the secret service officers said a word. The silence was palpable until Matthew sent them back downstairs to continue their work.
The noise from them moving down the stairs was just the cover I needed to hurry into the bedroom and slide under the covers. I turned the light off and closed my eyes as I heard Matthew coming up the stairs.
I was interested to see if he would share with me the details of his conversation. We had talked about how I wanted to be involved in all the decisions that had anything to do with me. I wasn’t exactly sure if this fit that criteria, but I couldn’t wait to see how honest Matthew was going to be with me; now that we were husband and wife.
The door opened slowly and I waited for Matthew to come to me. He didn�
�t. Instead I heard him at the foot of the bed.
“Sorry for yelling at them like that on our first full day of wedded bliss,” Matthew said as I looked up at him and saw he was taking off his clothes.
“I trust that they deserved it,” I said softly. “What did Clint do?”
Matthew was silent as he grabbed the covers and pulled them off of me to expose my naked body. His eyes were wild with desire as he crawled onto the bed and moved slowly up my body toward me. Each inch was filled with tension and desire as I felt his hands graze against my skin.
“They started a revolt.”
“A revolt. Are we at war?” I laughed as Matthew made it on top of me and pressed his body down on me.
He smiled at me and let his fingers play with my hair. His face looked so gentle and loving, yet I could feel his heart pounding with adrenaline from the argument he had just had.
“Yes. It’s a war. Everyone is against us. We can’t trust anyone but each other.”
“Then tell me the truth. What did Clint do that was so bad?”
Matthew pressed his body against mine and slowly thrust into me as our eyes locked together. I pulled his lips to mine and let them mingle with each other as his thrusts came harder and harder. I still wanted to know what Clint had done, but I was going to play Matthew’s game of passion with him.
My arms wrapped around him as I held his body close to mine and took him inside of me hard and deep. It was impossible not to moan out in pleasure as our bodies moved together, but I still wanted to know. I needed to know. Our marriage was going to be one of equality and that meant that Matthew was going to do as he promised and share his life with me.
“Tell me,” I urged him.
Matthew waited and then stopped his thrusts as he answered me.
“He didn’t trust me.”
“Did you trust him?”
“No.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked Matthew as I held onto him.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me the truth. Why did you want him gone?”
His eyes looked glaringly at me as Matthew tried to decide whether he was really going to tell me or not. I smiled up at him to reassure him that I could handle whatever it was that he was going to say.
“He was too honest.”
Storm SUCCEEDS
The Billionaire President -
A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance
Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Brooks
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Matthew
The end is so close I can taste it. No do-good guy like Clint Bomber was going to ruin what I had built up. My heart, sweat, and tears had culminated into being on the brink of absolute power. Sure Clint was a good secret service agent, a good and honest one. He was intent on reporting every location I was at, every visitor who came to see me; I just couldn’t have that. There were just certain things that needed to remain a secret.
I wasn’t sure any of the other secret service members could be trusted either, but by getting rid of Clint I, at least, showed them my power. If they wanted to keep their positions, they would obey my orders. It was a simple as that. Don’t obey me, then don’t work for me. I was the Vice President of the United States of America. Surely they knew better than to cross me.
“So now that Clint’s gone, do you want to tell me the rest of the plan?” Kayla asked me as we got ready for another day in Washington.
“I can’t tell you just yet. I know I made a promise to keep you in the loop. But it’s for your own good if you don’t know. Can you trust me on that?”
Kayla was a smart girl, she probably had already figured out what my end game was and how I didn’t plan on waiting to achieve it. But I couldn’t risk telling her and having everything blow up without getting the results I wanted. It was a critical time in my plan.
I had established that the secret service was lacking in their ability to protect people. They didn’t protect the former Vice President and they certainly did a poor job of protecting my wedding. Now, for the ultimate show of their inability to keep people safe. My plan hinged on their inability to properly do their job.
What Kayla didn’t know was that I hadn’t just gotten rid of Clint. I had also gotten rid of a young up and comer that was working with the President. He had noted some issues while the President was at our wedding. Issues like the lacking of secret service personal, yet he hadn’t told his boss about them at the time. If he had truly been concerned for the President’s safety, he would have reported those issues right away. But he was observant enough that I needed him off of the President’s detail if my plan was ever going to move forward.
“I understand Matthew,” Kayla said as she kissed me.
Kayla had turned out to be one hell of a firecracker at my side. I still wasn’t quite sure how much she could be trusted with the darkest of secrets, but she certainly was proving to be invaluable as I rapidly climbed to where I needed to be.
I grabbed her naked body and pulled her into the bathroom with me. It was impossible to resist her sweet little ass as she passed me. Physically impossible to resist.
“I’ve got something for you,” I whispered as I leaned her over the bathroom counter.
“Matthew, I’m meeting with Steven this morning about that charity job. I can’t be late,” she protested.
“You’re the wife of the Vice President. Trust me, he’ll wait for you.”
I pressed my rock hard body into hers from behind and watched her face in the mirror as I thrust into her. She was such a beautiful girl. Not only smart but knock down gorgeous. Never had I thought I would be able to make my plan work so quickly, it was due to her being there that everything had gone off so well.
“Matthew,” she moaned as she looked up at me in the mirror.
I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up as I continued to thrust into her. It was delightful to watch her body with each thrust, to watch her expression as I made her moan out in pleasure. She was mine. It was official and there was nothing else to say about it. I had her now and she was going to be by my side as I took over the entire country. Her sweet little ass was going to help me get right into that oval office.
My lips moved to her neck and my hands to her tits as I thrust harder and harder into her. Soon I felt the built up of my explosion as I let out one final thrust and pulled her tight against me. Her body tensed up as I thrust hard and released into her.
“Matthew,” she moaned again as she leaned over the counter in exhaustion. “Now my legs are wobbly and I’m exhausted.”
“You’ll survive,” I teased as I picked her up and brought her with me into the shower. “We’ll save time by showering together.”
“You stay over there and I’ll shower first,” she said with a huge grin on her face as she held her arms out. “I know how excited you get when I’m dripping wet.”
“I fucking love you,” I said as I sat on the shower bench and admired my new wife.
“I’m watching you. Stay over there mister,” she teased.
She put the shampoo in her hair and scrubbed it as she washed her body and closed her eyes. She seemed so pure and innocent; I hoped I wouldn’t ruin all that by being her husband and forcing her into my world.
“I’m staying right here,” I smiled as I took in the gorgeous sight of my new wife. “You’ll never get rid of me. I’ll stay here with you forever.”
Kayla
Matthew was my husband. It was crazy to think that we had actually gone through with it. He was the Vice President and I was his wife. We would have a few years to settle into life and get used to this new political world together and then I knew that Matthew was going to want to run for President.
My old friend Steven had found a job as an office manager at Charity Water’s Washington D.C. office. They were looking for a fundraising Vice President. It certainly wasn’t something I had ever thought I would be qualified for, but I was excited to get the opportunity to interview with them.
Since we had decided to postpone our honeymoon, it made perfect sense for me to go and visit with Steven and the Charity Water team to see if I would be a good fit for them. I needed something outside of politics that would keep me busy.
If I sat around the house worrying about what Matthew was up to all the time, it would certainly drive me mad.
“You can stay there all day long if you’d like. But I’m a busy woman, I need to get going,” I said as I leaned down and kissed Matthew on my way out of the shower.
I thought I was going to make it out relatively untouched, but just as I set foot outside of the shower, Matthew’s hands wrapped around me and pulled me back in.
“I can’t wait for the day to be over,” Matthew whispered in my ear.
His warm breath on my neck made it close to impossible for me to move. Everything inside of me sizzled with excitement when Matthew was near. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past, all I knew was my body craved Matthew every second of the day. Combine that with the amazing chemistry, sense of humor, and future we had together; there was no stopping us.
“If you don’t let me go to my meeting I’m going to be a very angry newlywed when you get home.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go,” Matthew said as his hand moved down to my clit and started to play with me. “As soon as I make you scream my name.”
There was one thing that Matthew did not do well, take no for an answer. I could have continued to fight with him or just give in to the feelings of the moment. I decided giving in was my best bet.