One Night Baby - A Romance Compilation

by Tia Siren

  I smiled at my dad, thankful he was having a good conversation with Bill. He liked that man and he trusted him, which was more than I could say for most of the people my father worked with. He kept most everyone in the company at arm’s length and took care of most issues personally.

  “Great, Bill,” he said. “Hey, I’ll give you a call later on. I have a call coming in from the New Brunswick project.”

  “Hello?” he said, switching lines. “Tell me you have the signature. What do you fucking mean you didn’t get it? What did I hire you to do? Not sit around on your ass and let things slip through your fingers.”

  I looked around the room, slightly embarrassed by my father’s tone. After all these years, though, I was used to him blowing up on people over the phone. If you weren’t someone inside his inner circle and you screwed up, you were going to get it, and get it good. No matter how used to it I was, though, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reaction my father would have if he found out about Scott and me. Scott would not handle this side of my father very well, and it wouldn’t be fair to him to have to handle that. My father was a difficult man at times, and the only reason I saw the softer side more than not was because I was his little girl. He had more patience with me than the entire company combined, but that didn’t mean it would transfer over to Scott if he found out we were seeing each other.

  I sat there holding my hands tightly in my lap, listening to my father lose it on the guy on the other line. I couldn’t let that happen to Scott. I already cared too much about him and what we had. Maybe the best thing I could do was not show up at the bar Friday night. It might just save his job and his future.

  Chapter 11

  Scott

  I had been nervous all day about the bar that night, barely even able to focus on my work, unlike the days before where I was pushing through at record speed. I didn’t see Cassie but in passing and decided not to ask about whether she would be there or not. I got there early and took a shot, trying to calm my nerves. As I sat there sipping my beer, I watched the clock hands tick down. She knew I would be here, and she knew when I would be here, but still, she wasn’t anywhere in sight. Maybe I was stupid for thinking something like this could work. I had given her too much time between telling her when to meet and the actual meet-up. It looked like she was going to stand me up, and that was a blow to my ego and my heart. I had taken a chance and put it out there, feeling there was a reason I’d met this girl. There was a reason she was there around every corner, and there was a reason she was stuck in my brain everywhere I went. Apparently, though, I misread those signs and found myself sitting alone drinking on a Friday night, feeling more than sheepish.

  I turned back toward the bar and drank my beer, figuring maybe it was all for the best. Things were starting to get intense, and knowing who her father was, I was playing with fire. Everything could come crumbling down on us in the blink of an eye if I didn’t stop being so reckless. Still, I was willing to take that chance for her, to try to make it work and prove I was good enough to be with her. I guessed, since she didn’t show up, she didn’t feel the same way. The risk was too high for her, and I had to try to understand that. Besides, she knew her father better than anyone. She knew exactly what he was capable of, and I figured if I were her, I might make the same decision. She had things to lose too, like her family, her internship, and her relationship with her father. She was in line to take the company one day, and that was not something she should gamble with.

  I sighed and finished off my beer, motioning to the bartender for my tab. I pulled out some cash and laid it on the bar before standing up and putting my wallet back in my pocket. It sucked. It really did. But I had to believe it was for the best. As I turned around, my feet stopped, and a smile moved over my face. Cassie walked through the front doors, looking around with worry but letting out a deep breath and smiling as she saw me. She walked over and shook her head, peering up at me with those beautiful green eyes.

  “I almost chickened out.” She laughed.

  “But you didn’t.” I smiled. “Let’s get a drink.”

  “Sounds more than great.” She laughed again and sat down at the bar.

  I ordered us a couple drinks, and we started talking about the day and how she was glad she had decided to throw caution to the wind. It was so natural for us to talk, like there were no barriers in the way at all. It was the moment we really started opening up to each other, telling each other the intimate parts of our lives. It was fun, something I hadn’t experienced with a woman before. My interest in women had been carnal, and any conversation we had was usually post-sex and lasted only long enough to get them out of the house. This was different though. I wasn’t trying to pick her up. I wanted to get to know her, and I could tell she felt the same way about me. It was the most relaxed I had felt in years.

  “How did you sneak away?” I asked.

  “I told my dad I was going out with Whitney, my best friend,” she said. “I did have to tell her just in case my dad was suspicious, but I think he bought it.”

  “You told her I worked for your father?”

  “No, that I was using her as a cover.”

  “Why don’t we go snag that booth over there? It’s a little more private,” I said.

  “Sure.” She smiled, taking my hand and pulling me across the bar.

  We sat across from each other, but we both leaned forward, clasping each other’s hands. We wanted to get to know each other better, to really feel like we were moving past just raw need and lust. I wanted to know everything about her, everything she kept inside and hid away from the world. I knew I wouldn’t learn everything in one sitting at a dusty old bar, but it was a start.

  “So,” she said, “you said your dad worked for the company. Did he retire?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “He was killed in an accident on-site when I was sixteen years old.”

  “Oh, my God,” she said, putting her hands to her mouth. “What happened?”

  “Someone didn’t do their job right and part of the house came down with him in it,” I said. “It was rough, really rough, so I dropped out of high school and started working for the company to help pay the bills.”

  “What about your mom?”

  “She was good until about four years ago when she got cancer,” I said. “But she missed my dad so much that she was ready to go when it started to get bad. She wanted to be with him, and I understood that. The company was really good to her during that time, and that was part of the reason I stayed so long. Your dad helped with the hospital bills for her, or at least the company did.”

  “Good,” she said. “That is the least they could do.”

  “I struggled with my mom’s death for several years, but then I got a rhythm in my own life and have been pushing forward,” I said. “In this world, you can’t let life pass you by. You have to keep moving.”

  “I’ve never been through anything like that. I have been really privileged, and in some ways sheltered,” she said. “It’s a good thing and a bad thing.”

  “I think you turned out great,” I said, not believing how I had completely let down my guard. “You can’t pick your upbringing. You have to make the most of the opportunities in your life.”

  “That’s right.” She smiled. “So, do you plan on working for the company until you retire?”

  “God, I hope not.” I laughed. “I know this is a way of life for most people around here, but it doesn’t fit me, and I’ve known that since I was a teenager. I’ve been saving up money because I want to open my own hardware shop. I want to own my own business and break the construction cycle in my family. I don’t want to raise another generation of roughnecks.”

  “That’s awesome. Is that why you work two jobs?”

  “Yep,” I said. “I want to save as much money as fast as I can. I live simply. I play simply. And it’s all because I want something more for my future.”

  I couldn’t believe I was telling her everyt
hing from my hopes and dreams to my goals. I had never told someone so much at one time, not even my best friend. She took it well though, truly looking like she was excited for me. She was the first person to ever say she thought it was a great idea and not in the back of her mind think it was bullshit. It felt good to have someone believe in me for once. That didn’t happen often, especially since both my parents were dead. We talked for a bit longer, and when the bar began to get crowded, I thought of an idea.

  “Hey, do you like to dance?”

  She smiled. “I do.”

  “There’s a club across the street. It opened like a month ago. Do you want to go over there?”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  “Great.” I smiled. “I’ll get the tab, and we can go.

  We headed over to the club and walked inside, smiling at each other as the music thumped in the background. She grabbed my hand and immediately pulled me out onto the dancefloor, putting her hands around my neck and pulling me close to her. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes as she rubbed her body against mine. The dance floor was so full that no one was paying any attention to us, which was perfect since I could already feel my dick getting hard. She turned around and put my hands on her hips, grinding her ass against my cock. She could feel how hard she was making me and turned her head, giving me a coy smile. I leaned forward, rubbing my hands down her thighs, digging my nails in as I pulled back up. She lifted her arms and moved her body like a snake, whimpering as she turned her head and kissed me deeply. I grabbed onto her sides and moved my hands up to her breasts, massaging them gently and lowering my head to her ear.

  “You are so sexy,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you right here in front of all these people.”

  She grinned and grabbed my hand, sliding it down between her legs. She was hot and moist, and I could feel light moans vibrating in her chest. I squeezed her pussy and pulled her into me, her ass grinding even harder. I pushed my fingers carefully over the edge of her shorts and rubbed against her naked skin. I glanced around, but between the sheer number of people and the lights, no one could tell I was inches away from fingering her right there on the dance floor. She ran her hand over mine and pushed against it, showing me she wanted more. She tilted her head back and kissed my neck, dipping my hand lower and carefully sliding my finger inside her.

  She moaned into my ear, her body still moving against mine. I slipped my finger in and out of her slowly, methodically, making her feel every inch of it. She reached her arms around and grabbed my back, pushing harder against me.

  “If you keep this up, I’m going to have to take you into the bathroom and fuck the hell out of you,” I whispered. “Is that what you want?”

  She bit her lip and ground more, up and down my hard shaft. I groaned, reaching down and fingering her hard and fast for a moment before pulling my finger out and turning her toward me. She came in close, licking my lips as I cupped her ass and pushed my hips forward.

  “You want it?”

  “So bad,” she whispered.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days,” I said on her ear. “Come with me.”

  I adjusted myself and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her through the crowd. We walked quickly back to the bathrooms, but the lines were wrapped around the building. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile and nodded toward a black closet door in the shadows. We walked over and looked around before disappearing into the closet.

  Chapter 12

  Cassie

  We laughed and giggled as we shoved ourselves in the closet. It was bigger than just a coat closet, and there were shelves up the sides from floor to ceiling. I turned around and looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. I knew we shouldn’t be doing it. I knew that at any point we could get caught in here. But instead of deterring me, those facts turned me on even more. I wanted him so bad. I had all night, and when we were on the dance floor, I could’ve let him fuck me right then and there.

  Scott grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, his hard cock pressing against his pants. Sparks flew, and I immediately started unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. I pulled his pants and boxers down his thighs and grabbed his bouncing dick, stroking my hand up and down it. He groaned into my mouth, breathing heavily inside that tiny little box. He pushed me against the shelves and swirled his tongue around in my mouth as I jacked his big, hard shaft. I wanted to suck it, but there wasn’t enough room for that, so I just used my hand, sliding it up and down, feeling his girth.

  He slid his hand down and undid the button on my shorts, pulling them down. I stepped out of them and grinned at his surprise when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any panties. He slid his fingers over my pussy and then down through my lips, rubbing his fingers around my clit. He put his hands back on my waist and picked me up, setting my ass on the edge of one of the shelves. He smiled, lifting my leg up and propping it on a shelf to the side. He turned his hand palm up and slid two fingers inside me, jolting his hand up and down, fingering me hard. I moaned, leaning my head back and feeling my juices running.

  Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee and buried his face in my pussy. I cried out, feeling the vibrations of the music in the shelves around me. I gripped tightly to the edge of the ledge and spread my legs wider, moaning as he pleasured me. I put my hand on the back of his head and gripped his hair, feeling my body begin to stiffen. As he swirled his tongue through my juices and fingered me fast and hard, the fire in my belly erupted. I grabbed his head harder, pushing him into my mound. I cried out his name, my thighs quivering and my juices flowing like a river. Waves of pleasure blew through me, but he kept going, pushing my climax to the max. I came hard, digging my nails into the wooden shelf and trying to keep my voice down. There was no use, though. The pleasure was too much.

  He smiled, moving his face up me, kissing my belly and then moving up to my mouth. He hovered his lips in front of me for a moment, pulling his fingers out of my juices before kissing me deep and hard. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his cock pushing against my stomach. I wanted to feel him inside me, to feel him fill me completely. I leaned forward and sucked his bottom lip into mine, grabbing his shaft with my hand and stroking it. He groaned and stood up, closing his eyes as I jacked him off. He put his hands behind his head and stood there feeling the power of my tiny palm.

  After a few moments, he opened his eyes, but now they were dark with lust. His chest heaved as he pulled me off the shelf and kissed my lips. He leaned over and kissed my neck.

  “Bend over,” he ordered with a smirk.

  We shifted positions so his back was to the door and I was in front of him in the open space. I spread my legs for support and slowly bent over in front of him. He ran his palm down my ass cheek and slapped it, pulling a whimper from my throat.

  “You like that?”

  I moaned. “Yeah.”

  He slapped my ass again, this time grabbing it and rubbing it hard to diminish the sting. My pussy pulsed as he ran his fingers through my juices and then grabbed his cock and walked forward. He ran the tip through my pussy and smiled as I shook my ass back and forth. He pushed his cock forward, deep inside me, grabbing my hips and holding himself there for a moment. I moaned and grabbed onto my ankles, feeling the pleasure inside me. He started to thrust his hips over and over, filling me and then pulling back. I cried out in pleasure, wanting more but having no control. He thrust in and out, putting both hands on my ass and pulling my cheeks apart. I sat there bouncing back and forth as he moved his hips, his fingers running through my ass. He leaned forward and spit softly on my asshole, then rubbed his finger around and slowly pushed it inside me. I gasped, feeling the pressure, the pain, and the pleasure all mixed together.

  His hips continued to move, pushing his cock in and out of my wetness as his finger wiggled up and down inside my ass. He was gentle but secure, rubbing his other hand over my ass cheek and slapping it lightly. He pushed his cock deep inside me and leaned forward.

/>   “You like it in your ass?”

  “I’ve never done it before.” I said. “But I want to.”

  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, standing back up.

  He pushed his finger inside me again, this time with a little more force. I groaned, letting go of all my inhibitions and opening up to him. As my muscles untensed, pleasure rolled over me with both my holes filled. As he fingered my ass and fucked my pussy, all I could think about was the heat boiling up inside me. It was the most intense feeling I had ever felt, and I was sure that when I came, it would change my entire world. I had never felt this comfortable with a man before, and I wanted more and more of Scott. He was so sensual, so erotic, and I was willing to do things I never thought I would.

  My hands gripped my ankles tighter, and I closed my eyes, feeling him slip another finger into my ass. I gasped as his hips pulsated against me. His cock was pulsing and huge, and every thrust brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I could feel my inhibitions lifting, waiting for him to dip that big cock into my ass, but he was taking his time, getting me ready. I lifted my hands to my thighs and arched my back, sticking my ass further into the air. He groaned, pushing his fingers in and out of me at a fevered pace. I screamed out in ecstasy, feeling his cock twitching inside me as he pushed himself further inside. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of my ass and grabbed my hips, thrusting his dick forward and back, fucking me fast and hard. I moaned and groaned, wanting to feel the sweet release of an orgasm, wanting so badly to have him give me the pleasure I knew he could.

  His hips began to slow, and he pulled his cock out and rubbed his hand up the wet shaft. He spit into his hand and rubbed it over his dick, smiling as I looked back at him. He walked forward and rubbed the tip over my ass and slowly pushed into me, stopping just below the mushroom head. I gasped, feeling the pleasure and pain, and waited as he slowly sank deeper inside me. I let out a breath and gripped tighter to my thighs, feeling the heat inside me explode. I screamed out in ecstasy as my body writhed and shook, feeling the power of my climax. I had come instantly with the feeling of his cock inside my ass. He gripped my sides and started to slide his cock in and out of my ass, pushing the pleasure to new heights.