Romance: JADEN: An MMA Fighter Romance (Bad Boy Tattoo Romance) (New Adult Pregnancy Short Stories)

by Kristen Chase

  “Mistakes?” Amanda asked, wrinkling her brow.

  Lee looked startled, then nodded his head. “Right, you don’t know the truth about Keith. His mistake was trying to rush her into permanently staying off world. He said later he should have known about her fear of commitment. But it wasn’t until much later that I realized how much more you value your privacy over any bond I might try to make.”

  Amanda stared at him, trying to formulate a response from the whirlwind of emotion in her head. “I…I’m not mad,” she said finally. “Really,” she added to the look of surprise on his handsome face. “I understand we have cultural differences. And my sister is right, I take things in stride better than most people I know. So I’m not mad. I just need to…take my mind off this right now. Maybe think about something else for a while.” She dropped her eyes after Lee nodded sympathetically.

  A few moments later, she looked up to see that Lee was still meeting her gaze, and she didn’t know how, but she felt like this was the time to make clear her other decision. If he knew all about her, then he must already know what she was going to bring up.

  “Lee,” she said cautiously. “Would you do me a favor?” She unzipped her hoodie, and noted with satisfaction that his eyes flickered down to the cleavage pressing against her royal blue tank top.

  Lee smiled hesitantly as he watched her stand and pull the edges of her shirt up and over her head. “What’s…what can I do for you, Amanda?” He was trying and failing to keep his gaze level with hers as she unhooked her bra and let her enormous breasts spill free from her red bra.

  “I’m sure you know, I’ve never had sex before,” she said conversationally. Lee’s mouth dropped open slightly as she pushed her jeans over her wide hips, then tugged her red panties down over the thickness of her thighs. “And since I’m probably not going to be around that many humans…” she bit her lip and shrugged, watching the slow smile on Lee’s face get wider by the second.

  “You want me to…stamp your V-Card, I think I should say?” Lee asked, and as he rose, he pushed his silky black pants over his muscled hips. “I would be honored. I’m sure you noticed me noticing you, and I’m not going to pretend I haven’t developed a certain…fondness for you.”

  Amanda’s eyes widened as his cock—long and thick and already dripping with a silvery precum—sprang from the waistband of his pants.

  The smile on his face was satisfied and eager. Lee gripped the base of his thick cock with one hand and dragged his starlit gaze up and down Amanda’s curvy body, lingering on the black curls covering her vulva a little longer than the rest of her body. He licked his lips, and the stars in his eyes were swirling faster than she’d seen them move all night. “Do you want to get on the couch? We don’t have a lot of time. We can use a bed next time—if you want there to be a next time!” His voice was chock full of anxiety. “But there’s no bed in here. Like I said, we can use the couch. Then we can change, there’s a—“

  Amanda moved forward and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to press her lips against the fullness of his. He moaned in surprise, then slipped his arms around her waist and pushed her on the couch, falling on top of her as he tangled his tongue with hers. He tasted curiously smoky, as though his blood were made of flame instead of liquid—and it might have been so, based on the urgency of his actions.

  Amanda had hardly spread her thighs by the time he gripped her waist and pressed his slick, round head against the moist opening of her pussy. She shivered and closed her eyes as he pressed his hips forward, groaning in pleasure as her walls swallowed up his meaty shaft.

  “God,” she breathed, arching her back and throwing her breasts forward as he began to plunge his member between her thick thighs. He planted a trail of hot, wet kisses from her neck to her breasts, stopping to suck her nipple into his mouth and roll his tongue around its point until it grew erect, and she cried out sharply in ecstasy. Amanda moaned deliriously as his long cock reached places only her fingers had gone before, stretching and filling her deliciously.

  “Amanda,” Lee moaned, throwing his gorgeous head back as his stroke increased in speed. He was pulling on her black curls with one hand, and when he looked down at her, she could swear he wore a look of complete devotion. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  He was thrusting harder, his breath becoming ragged and quick as waves of pleasure enveloped their writhing bodies. The sounds of his body slapping against hers was all she could hear under their ecstatic moans. The head of his cock was brushing against Amanda’s g-spot, and as he thrust his hips passionately to match her wild bucking, her pleasure started to build toward a peak.

  “Lee, God, you’re amazing!” Amanda moaned. He kissed her passionately, massaging her tongue as he grunted into her mouth. She twisted his hair between her fingers as he beat her body against the soft couch, her hand sliding across the sweat beading on his glowing skin. His warm hands slipped under her body and gripped the flesh of her thick, soft ass, and Amanda screamed with pleasure as he pumped his hips against hers, holding her body in place while he drove his thick cock into her pussy again and again.

  “I’m coming!” he moaned into her neck, and Amanda thought, already? But then he started to rocket between her legs, grinding his weight against her sensitive, fleshy clit as she slammed his cock deep inside her. He walls tightened around his shaft, and she dug her nails into his back, gripping his hips with her thighs as he pounded her pussy and neared his release.

  When he came, Lee gripped her soft waist with both hands and buried his cock as far into Amanda’s thrashing body as he could go, shouting his pleasure to the stars as his essence exploded inside her. Amanda herself was screaming as her pussy twitched around his throbbing cock, rubbing her swollen clit with one finger to intensify her pleasure. They rocked their hips against one another a few more times, moaning weakly and kissing their sore lips gently as their lust receded.

  “Wow,” Amanda said as he stilled inside her. “That was…”

  “Wow,” Lee replied, and he smiled softly as he gazed down her, smoothing her curls away from her face. “You’re just…wow.”

  They both laughed, and eventually they laughed so hard they rolled off the couch and onto the padded floor. Lee bent over her, concerned, until she assured him she was okay, and somehow he ended up laying on top of her again, sheathed inside her while he stroked lazily and watched her moan. It proved too soon to go again, however, so he stopped and kissed her before pulling out again.

  “It was good for you, right?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  Amanda shook her head, and the smile on his face lit up his and face and warmed her heart.

  After he pulled out of her, she lay on her back feeling the cool foamy material under her skin and watching the stars zoom across the transparent ceiling for a long time. Space was so incredibly black and mind-bogglingly enormous; how had she been afraid that there wouldn't be something out there for her? She thought about what Lee had said, about renewing your term of service if you felt like it was a good fit. No one would make her leave if she didn’t want to; and by the sound of the program, she couldn’t imagine herself walking away from an opportunity like this. Lee’s eager passion was a definite bonus, and she blushed remembering how easy she had spread her legs for him, how slick with excited juices her thighs had become. Lee was beautiful and confident, but there was something else there, pulling her to him— something unique and deep and utterly intoxicating. He felt it too, judging by the way be looked at her and the way he said her name; coming from his lips, every Earth world sounded delicious and exotic.

  Just then, Amanda felt a warm, gentle pressure on her stomach and looked up to find Lee grinning at her from his side with one hand on her waist, the twinkling pinpoints in his eyes swirling around at dizzying speeds. He leaned over and kissed her, nibbling her lower lip before he pulled away and resumed his position on his side. His grin was breathtaking, transforming his entire face into a perfect expression
of joy and admiration. Amanda could hardly believe it was for her. It felt like she was witnessing a natural wonder that had been gathering together and presented purely for her benefit. It was like the planetarium, but somehow more vibrant.

  “Are you OK? “ He asked gently. “You look about a mile away. “

  Amanda chuckled. “Yeah. I’m just… I can’t believe I’m this lucky. “

  Lee laughed. “You’re lucky? You just gave me my first time with a human, and it was incredible, on top of everything else. You’re beautiful and intelligent, and you have none of your sister’s abrasiveness. If you don’t mind me saying,” Lee said hurriedly. Amanda thought he might have blushed it he hadn’t been so brown.

  “I don’t mind, “ she admitted, reaching over to press her hand to the back or Lee’s head. “My sister can be pretty abrasive. “ She gently tugged her fingers through his silky locks, marveling at how soft his hair was. “You have to be nice, though, if you see her on layovers. “

  Lee laughed again, rich and long, and it made Amanda shiver. He slipped one hand under her back and massaged her skin, gazing down at her lovingly. Lovingly? She thought; we just met! Then she remembered what he said, about knowing her as well as he knew his home planet. Her heart did a somersault in her chest, and she pulled him close and kissed him, plunging her tongue into the warmth of his mouth as he fell forward and pressed his weight against her body again.

  Maybe we can grow this into something real, she thought; he really does seem willing. But am I?

  Lee’s thick, still-wet member hardened against the softness of her thigh, and he ground his shaft along her soft skin, kissing her neck as he slowly undulated against her. She sighed as a desire stirred in her again and slid her legs apart to let him nestle his body between them again, his weight grinding pleasurable against her swollen clit. His chest pressed against her breasts, and she felt his heart thudding against hers. Amanda bucked her hips against him and wrapped her arms around his lower back.

  He moaned, then gently kissed her ear as he slipped the head of his cock along the sensitive folds of her pussy.

  “Round two? “ He asked hopefully. “Then we have to get dressed to meet the council. Are you ready for that?”

  Amanda paused, thinking about the planet they were heading toward, and the one they were leaving behind, now millions of miles away. She smiled as she answered Lee, thinking about what he’s said about her name being on a list as she wrapped her thighs around him and slid inside her wetness once more:

  “I was born ready. “

  THE END

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  His Russian Darling

  by April Jane

  1882

  Rosaline Belikov never meant to become a mail order bride. In all truths, she already had a husband and she didn’t want to leave her home that her mother had made for them after emigrating from Russia two decades ago. It was only a matter of money and the case of the snake that ate its own tail. An endless cycle, and endless loop. An ouroboros, Rosaline thought it was called. She had heard some frightening tales about that beast.

  It was ironic that the only way that Rosaline could save her husband was to become someone else’s wife. That bitter statement pounded its way through her head the entire time she rode to meet her new husband in the strange land people called Montana. It was wild there, her mother had told her as she kissed her forehead and wished her off with tears in her eyes. She had also told her that it would suit her well.

  Rosaline hadn’t gotten the chance to bid Adrian a proper farewell, and that sank into her gut like a cold stone the entire journey there. Off to be married, and she didn’t even say goodbye to her husband.

  The carriage came to a lurching halt, shaking Rosaline out of her thoughts quite rudely. She scowled up at the ceiling of her neat and tidy covered carriage, wondering if the driver had something against Russians. Her accent wasn’t thick enough to immediately identify her as Russian, but she had that pale air around her; steely grey eyes and blond hair that looked whiter than anything else. Matched with her creamy skin to rival the moon, she looked more phantom than human. Russian darling, her father had always called her before he went off to war and never came back.

  “We ‘ave arrived,” the footman shouted. Perhaps he believed all Russians to be deaf, as well. Oh, how she wished to spend this early grey morning wrapped in the arms of Adrian. He would smell of cloves and wood smoke, and the wool of his jacket would be rough under her cheek.

  Instead, Rosaline wrapped her shawl more tightly around her and exited the carriage, pretending not to notice the footman’s lack of help. He simply deposited her luggage in front of her and smacked the horses’ rumps with the whip, and they were off without so much as a farewell.

  Rosaline sighed at the rudeness and took a look around. The property that she was meant to go to was directly in front of her, but she hesitated before walking down the long gravel pathway. The house was large enough, but it was absolutely dwarfed by the mountains surrounding it. Rosaline had never seen mountains so tall nor so richly colored. She hardly remembered the emigration; she had been only a squalling babe of two at the time, but she knew that on their journey they had passed through mountain ranges. She would have to write Mama and ask her if they were colored a deep purple with the ends painted some shade of lilac in and amongst all of the clouds.

  Picking up her meager belongings, Rosaline decided not to dawdle any longer. She had to get this over with sooner or later, and it was like pulling a shard of wood out of one’s finger: better to do it quickly to stop the unnecessary pain.

  Her boots crunched against the ground rocks as she walked up the path and she took a few deep breaths—as much as her corset would allow. The damnable thing had to go if she were going to be in a place so free and open. Without her corset, Rosaline could fly if she so pleased.

  Another set of footsteps that matched hers knocked Rosaline straight out of her thoughts. She jerked herself back down into the present, back into her confined body and her current situation. A man was walking towards her, and something in Rosaline’s stomach dropped. This must have been her husband.

  She took a deep, steadying breath and displayed her best smile. “Mr. Fitzgerald?” she asked.

  He was tall, much taller than her, and she didn’t like that she had to crane her head back in order to meet his gaze. When her eyes collided with his, she was instantly set on edge by the steely gaze and the sheer amount of knowingness that was present. He gazed down at her without so much as a twitch of those unnerving eyes for several moments before he smiled, displaying shockingly white teeth. Didn’t all ranchers from the rural areas of Montana have tobacco stained and rotted teeth? That is what Adrian had said. She disliked the way he was glancing her over, as if imagining what she would look like in her shift and less. The thought of anyone but Adrian laying a single finger on her made her want to retch.

  “Miss Belikov?” he returned, lifting his gaze to hers once more. Rosaline curtsied, trying to cover her discomfort. Something about this man unnerved her to the bone, and it wasn’t just his gaze or his height and the way he looked at her. She wanted to go home, suddenly, to smell the familiar scent of Adrian as he held her against him in the long nights and spare moments in the days. She imagined that even now she could hear the reassuring pound of his heart through the soft cotton of his shirt. If she closed her eyes—no, she needed to walk. Edward Fitzgerald was already moving away without even bothering to give her proper welcome and he glanced back after a moment to see if she was following. His features were mostly covered by a wide-brimmed h
at, and she wondered what color his hair was suddenly. He had lines around those unnerving eyes that seemed to speak of many years out on the field underneath the punishing sun, but she knew how much the sun could age one’s skin without a parasol. Damn Mama to not allow her to bring her own. She would have to go into town and buy a new one with the few meager coins she had been allowed to take with her.

  Rosaline hurried to catch up with the man. She wanted to call the carriage back, wanted to get home as quickly as the lathered horse would allow her to go, but she steeled herself. The money would go to Adrian and he would be able to make a life for himself. That was more than she could ever give him by being there in the flesh.

  The house was large, larger than she would expect for a farmer who lived alone and only had his livestock to tend to. Edward went up the porch steps with an amount of noise that showed that he owned the place and could do whatever he pleased. Rosaline wondered if it was for show or an unconscious gesture that came from years of being alone.

  He held the door open for Rosaline as she lugged her one and only bag inside. She glanced around. The house had looked well-worn on the outside, and it was much the same way on the inside, however clean it may have been. Who cleaned for him? She wondered suddenly. From what she had gleaned from Edward Fitzgerald, he wasn’t one to clean his own house. He didn’t also seem to be the kind of man who kept maids and cooks. The letters they had traded seemed to point to him being a solitary man. Who else would have lived with him?