by Sophie Stern
But right now, what I really need is him inside of me.
Right now, I want his cock impaling me until I can’t think straight.
Right now, I want Alex to fuck me until I forget my own name.
I just want him.
But he pulls away, suddenly, and kisses my forehead with a smile.
“You were teasing me!” I cry, slapping his shoulder.
“Come on, princess,” he takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. “Let’s get you some tea.”
“I don’t want tea. I want cock,” I protest, dragging my feet a little. I don’t stomp, but it’s hard not to. I really, really want to stomp my feet.
“You’ll get it. First, though, you need a drink.” We walk into the kitchen and Alex lifts me up onto the counter.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“I just think you’ll be more comfortable up there,” he says. “Besides, this way I can stare right at your lovely tits.” He leans forward and nuzzles them with his mouth and face, then kisses my cleavage softly. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensations.
“Should I just take my shirt off? It would give you easier access, you know.”
“Nice try, baby. You can take it off after tea,” he chuckles.
“Fine, but I don’t know why you’re cockblocking me. You know we both want this.” I can smell his arousal. Hell, I can see it straining against his pants, so I don’t know why he’s making me wait. I don’t want to wait. I want him. Now. Right here on the counter.
Alex turns around and starts fiddling with the teacups. Oh, shit. He’s actually going to make tea. I don’t want tea. I want him. I want all of him.
But maybe it’s time for me to just relax and trust that he has my best interests at heart because I know he does. I know he’s doing what he thinks is best. He’s doing what he thinks is going to be the most beneficial to both of us. He’s doing this to take care of me because Alex has a heart of fucking gold.
That doesn’t change that I want him to fuck me hard and fast and make the stress of the day disappear, but maybe a little bit of tea could be helpful.
Maybe a little bit of tea won’t be so bad.
“We both want a lot of things,” he says. “But sometimes the best things are the ones worth waiting for.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, but the words are barely out of my mouth when Alex turns around and hands me a teacup. I reach for it, but immediately realize the cup is empty. There’s nothing in it.
There’s no tea in it, anyway.
“What?” I ask, but I look into the cup and that’s when I see the ring. That’s when I see the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen in my life. That’s when I see the silver band with the ruby heart in the center. That’s when I see what he’s saying.
“What?” I say again, but when I look up, Alex is staring down at me. He’s not down on one knee. That’s not our style. We don’t need traditional. We don’t need begging. We don’t need other people to approve of the way we’re going to do this. We just need each other.
“Selena,” he runs his hand over my cheek and cups my chin. “You are the most precious part of my world. You’re my whole world. I know we haven’t done this one by the books, but I plan to do right by you, princess. I love you. I love you so much. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I was so scared to admit it to you. I was scared to admit it to myself.”
“I was scared, too,” I whisper. I alternate staring at the ring in the teacup and looking back at Alex. I know I’m crying. I’m already crying and I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe that after all this time, we’re finally doing this.
“Darling, you’re the best part of my day, do you know that?”
I nod because I do.
I nod because Alex makes me feel so loved.
He makes me feel whole.
“When I wake up and you’re not in bed with me, I miss you. I crave you. When I wake up and I’m alone, all I can think about is how many minutes it’s going to be before I get to see you again. When I eat breakfast, when I go to work, when I feed the fucking cows, all I’m doing is thinking about how much I need you.”
“I need you, too, baby. I need you, too.” The tears are streaming down my cheeks now and I know Alex is teared up, too, but he shouldn’t be. Neither one of us should be because this is the most perfect moment of my life.
“Marry me,” he whispers. He takes the ring out of the teacup. Carefully, my eyes never leaving his, I set the teacup on the counter.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”
Chapter 16
Selena
He kisses me hard and fast and somewhere in there, manages to slip the ring on my finger. I’m so far gone at this point I barely notice, but I can feel the weight of the ring on my skin.
I wrap my legs around Alex as he stands directly in front of me. His hands are in my hair, then on my breasts, then on my back. He pulls me closer to himself, like he can’t get enough of me. I know I can’t get enough of him.
Is this what it will always be like for us?
Will we always have this passion, this vigor?
I know realistically we’ll have our good times and our bad times. I know there will be times when we are afraid and times when we’re broken and times when we fight. There will be times when we argue. There will be times when nothing seems to go our way.
There will be times when the world seems to crash down on us. That’s when we’ll need each other more than ever.
Right now, though, right now all we need is this moment.
Slowly, I slide off the counter until my feet touch the floor. He pushes me back against the countertop, pinning me in place. Alex strokes my face and kisses my neck, completely taking over my body.
Completely taking over me.
“I need to be inside of you, princess.”
“I need that, too.”
Almost instantly, our clothes hit the floor and we’re naked. Almost instantly, we’re touching each other with nothing between us. There are no barriers keeping us apart anymore. There’s just Alex and me and this moment.
He slides his tongue down my skin, bringing every nerve to life. I grab his hair, holding on like he’s my lifeboat.
“That’s right, baby,” he says as I guide him toward my breasts. “Take what you want, princess. It’s all for you.” I growl as he gently bites my nipples, turning them to hard little pebbles.
“More,” I groan, and he bites harder before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“I’ll give you more,” he says, and drops to his knees in front of me. He pushes my legs apart and I lean back against the counter for support as he starts taking what he wants.
Or starts giving me what I need, depending on how you look at it.
Alex closes his eyes and begins lapping quickly at my pussy. Short, quick strokes with his tongue and soon I’m on the edge of coming. I worry for a second he won’t let me come, that he’ll hold me off, but he doesn’t.
After just a few minutes, he looks up at me and whispers in that sultry fucking voice of his.
He says the words I’ve been dying to hear.
“Let me hear you make some noise, baby,” he sucks my clit into his mouth and I cry out. I try not to be too loud. I try not to scream. I try not to wake the neighbors, but it’s so hard to stay still as the orgasm washes over me.
My body shakes and quivers as the pleasure overtakes me, then Alex turns me around, bends me over the counter, and slides his cock inside of me in one hard, quick thrust.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Give me your cock, Alex. I want it so bad.” He pulls on my hair and tugs my head back, then places his lips firmly over mine.
I’m his.
I’m so completely, totally his.
In this moment, I can see everything: our past, our present, our future.
In this moment, I know that no matter what happens, we will always be together. We will always support one another. We
will always get through the darkness.
He releases my hair and runs his nails down my back, then grips my bottom tightly.
“You feel so damn good, Selena,” he says. “I can’t wait to do this every day for the rest of our lives.”
He comes in me then, filling me with his seed. His own pleasure peaks and he explodes, groaning as he comes.
Then it’s over.
It’s over and I’m engaged and Alex and I are going to have a baby.
I turn around slowly and wrap my arms around him. We kiss for a long time, then we just hold each other. There’s not really anything else to say. There’s nothing else left to whisper. There’s nothing left to do except just be with each other.
I run my hands through his hair and over his shoulders and then I just pull my cat close to me.
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that our future is bright.
And it starts right now.
Chapter 17
One year later
Selena
“She’s perfect,” Alex holds my hand as we look at our sweet baby asleep in her crib. She really is everything we ever hoped for. My pregnancy was long and her delivery was even longer, but she was worth it.
Those first few days of being a mom were crazy. We were both tired and running on adrenaline and pure excitement, but then reality kicked in.
The reality that we love each other, that we have our own family now, that we have our own baby shifter to raise kicked in, and there’s no one I’d rather be raising a cub with than Alex.
“She looks like you,” I tell him for the thousandth time. She has his bright eyes and sweet nose.
“She’s got your little chin,” he taps my chin and I turn to him.
“Really?” It’s hard to believe my little baby looks like me. When I look at Anna, all I see is Alex. She’s him through-and-through, but she’s more than that: she’s both of us.
“She’s perfect, just like you.”
“What a line.”
“If I remember correctly,” Alex steps forward. “You used to love my lines.”
“I still do,” I blush, happy and excited Alex still makes me feel this way. He still makes me tingle. He still gets me hot and excited.
I think part of me has always been a little worried we’d get tired of each other. Part of me felt concerned that maybe, if I wasn’t pretty enough or smart enough or cute enough, that just maybe, he’d get tired of me.
It was stupid, really. It was silly and childish and simple, but even my insecurities are part of who I am and now, after all this time, there’s no doubt in my mind that Alex loves me for me. He loves me for who I truly am.
We may have started out without a commitment, but Alex and I have both changed since that first night two years ago. We’ve both grown. We’ve both started to admit to ourselves that true love isn’t off the table.
When it comes to him, nothing is ever off the table.
Alex is my heart. He’s my life and my darling and the sexiest cat I’ve ever known. Alex is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I plan on spending the rest of my life showing him exactly what he means to me.
He kisses me softly. Our lips meet and our hearts soar and I know that with Alex by my side, I can do anything.
Be anyone.
Go anywhere.
With him by my side, I can conquer the world.
And we’re going to do it together.
THE END
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Sophie Stern writes paranormal romance and contemporary erotica for readers who like to have fun and explore new worlds. When she’s not busy writing, you can find her pole dancing or reading zombie novels. Sophie lives with her ex-military husband who is always happy to help her conduct research for her books.
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Honeypot Darlings
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Chapter 1
Hope
Hope.
That’s my name.
My parents struggled for years to have a baby and then finally, they had me. They named me Hope to remind themselves that things can always get better. No matter how tough life gets, there’s always a way to make things better.
Always.
It doesn’t matter if you’re old or young or skilled or uneducated. No matter what you’re going through, you can get through it.
As I grip the steering wheel of my beat-up Saturn so hard I think my hands might bleed, their words run through my mind.
“Sorry, Mama,” I whisper. “There’s no hope this time.”
The highway is empty and I’ve been driving for hours. I still have at least two to go until I reach beautiful, isolated, far-from-home Honeypot, Colorado.
I don’t know a damn thing about the town except that it’s a 12-hour drive from my rink-a-dink hometown in Missouri and that I have a job interview with some ranch.
Like I know anything about ranching.
That doesn’t matter though. I learned this great skill in drama class called “fake it ‘til you make it,” and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
Holbrook can kiss my ass and so can Jacob Clint. Did he really think I wouldn’t find out he was fucking my best friend?
Did she?
It’s been a month since I caught them fooling around, but the pain hasn’t dimmed. It took me a whole month to sell my stuff, give my landlord ample notice I was leaving, and set up this damn job interview.
I applied for a few gigs closer to home, but when I saw the posting for a ranch hand in Colorado, I couldn’t resist applying. I’m still shocked they liked my application. I’m still shocked they called me.
Granted, I could show up tomorrow and they might tell me to get lost, but it’s something new, something different, something brave.
It’s something to keep my mind off how badly my heart hurts.
I hope Jacob and Margaret are very happy together in hell.
I press the gas pedal a little bit harder.
I can’t wait to get to Nowhere, Colorado. Not too much further now. I blast my music and stare out the window, driving with one hand down the highway. My car is loaded with my life’s belongings. I sure as hell hope I get the job because if I don’t, I’m going to be stuck in Colorado with no house, no job, and no boyfriend.
Soon my stomach growls and I stop for a quick burger at a fast food place just off the highway. The only two things at the exit are a gas station and a fast food chain, so I eat my run-of-the-mill burger in silence, stretch my legs, and fill up the tank. My thoughts alternate between being horrified Jacob was the best I could do and being horrified that I won’t get the job.
I need the job.
Unfortunately, my thoughts are so focused that I don’t realize when the speed limit drops from 75 to 55 just outside of Honeypot. The sirens in the rearview mirror give me the notice and I growl in frustration as I pull over.
Dammit.
A ticket is not what I need right now. I barely have enough money saved for a hotel room while I’m in Honeypot. If I don’t get the job, or if I have a bunch of unexpected expenses, I will definitely be living out of my car.
This is a problem because my car is full of clothes, books, and trinkets I couldn’t leave behind.
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on the steering wheel and wait for the officer to
run my plates. I’ve never had a ticket before, but I’ve been pulled over, and I remember the cop explaining that he had to call in the license plate before he even came to speak with me.
After a few minutes, my heart finally begins to slow, and I realize that this was just an honest mistake. Besides, getting a ticket isn’t the worst thing that could happen to a girl like me. By the time the officer gets out of his car and walks toward mine, I’ve convinced myself that I’ll handle this like an adult.
I definitely will not cry in front of this stranger. Maybe I’ve been through a lot, but crying in front of strangers is definitely a hard limit for me. Unfortunately, as I begin to roll my window down – yes, my car is so old that I have to roll the window down – I catch a glimpse of the cop and he’s no tubby police officer.
No, this guy is tall, cut, and fit to be tied.
Dammit.
My mouth goes dry when he approaches and I’m very aware of the fact that I’ve been in a car all day and probably smell like stale French fries.
“Hello, ma’am,” the officer greets me, standing outside my window. He places one hand on top of my car and peers in the window at me. I swallow loudly as I stare at his aviators.
He’s so tall he almost has to bend in half to peek into my car. Suddenly, I wish I was wearing a low-cut shirt to give him a show. He smiles brightly, his perfectly white teeth shining in the evening sunset. And oh, is he filling out that uniform in all the right places.
“Fuck me,” I say out loud, and I immediately cover my mouth with my hand and start shaking my head. Shit! Shit. Shit. Shit. I did not mean to say that out loud. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, and look away, completely embarrassed. I can’t believe I just said that to a stranger.