A Fall From Grace. Mail Order Bride Western

by Brittany Dreams

  Amee’s heart beat so furiously she expected it to come out of her chest. Her blood thrummed rapidly in her veins. Her breathing became shallow, matching the rasping breaths of Ross. Her body felt tight, full of incredible tingles and raging nerves. She began to pant, preparing for the climax she knew was close.

  Ross moved his hand under Amee’s hip, supporting himself on one arm. He lifted her hips as she bore down on his cock, grinding herself against him. His sweat combined with her own, mingling and glowing in the candlelight.

  A sharp burst of pleasure shattered Amee apart. She cried out, screaming Ross’ name as she dug her nails into little crescent marks on his shoulders. The friction he created with his thrusts intensified her climax. It lasted far longer than she had ever experienced before.

  Ross groaned, his body shuddering as he pulled out and spilled hot cum over Amee’s stomach and breasts. In a haze of passion she reached out, stroking the warmth, before bringing her finger to her mouth. She tasted the salt of him, the deepest part of his desire. She couldn’t say why but she wanted a part of Ross with her still, in her body.

  He groaned when he realized what she had done, moving away. “God… Amee… you would make even a saint want to do that again.”

  “We have the rest of the night…”

  “Amee… we both know that we were only doing this out of necessity.” Ross got off the bed and searched around for something to wipe her with. Finally he settled on his t-shirt. He passed it to her and she cleaned herself.

  Finally she gazed up at Ross, her eyes huge and liquid in the light of the candles which were burning low. “I think we both know that was the intent, necessity, but we found something else. Or at least I did… if you didn’t feel it then I want to thank you for endeavoring to make this special for me.”

  “No… Amee… I felt it as well. It was incredible.”

  “Do you think Ross, that whatever happens you might visit me again? I mean if our lives were able to return to normal?”

  Ross pulled back the blankets and sheets and Amee, growing cold in the room, shifted under the covers as well. Ross immediately extended an arm and she snuggled, naked, against this stranger. He tucked her in against him and they fit as though their bodies had been made for each other. She had just met him but the trouble was he didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt familiar, in an odd way. As though she could trust him. Perhaps the fact he had saved her life engendered a trust all of its own.

  “If our lives were able to return to normal, I would like to see you again,” Ross finally whispered into the crook of Amee’s neck.

  She smiled into the growing dark. It wasn’t long before she gave herself up to sleep.

  Chapter 14

  A knock on the closed bedroom door startled Amee awake. She sat up and glanced around wildly but quickly recalled the events of the night before. Her hopes sank. For a minute she had thought she was waking in her own room, back at her parent’s house.

  Ross. Amee glanced beside her, disappointed the bed was empty. She felt suddenly shy, thinking about what had happened the night before. It made her body tingle just to recall what she had done. She shifted, pulling the sheet up to her breast. A sharp pain went through her when she moved her legs and she winced.

  “Come in,” she called.

  Ross entered the room. He looked clean and fresh. He had obviously just shaved. The spicy scent of fresh cologne and aftershave He was wearing a faded t-shirt that was just a little too big. One that had probably been borrowed from Nataro. He had donned his jeans from the day before.

  “I have some amazing news!” Ross said, smiling. His genuine happiness transformed his face into something that was a marvel to behold.

  “What?” Amee asked eagerly. She leaned forward, almost forgetting that she was still naked. “Can it wait until I get dressed?”

  “Of course. But hurry and come out.” Ross left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

  Amee glanced around seeing only her bra and the wrinkled black dress from the day before. She got up and quickly threw them on. She knew her hair was a disheveled mess and she smelled like sex but nothing could be done for it. She would have to ask if there was a shower or bath.

  Opening the door, Amee walked down the hall a short way until she came into the living room they had sat in the night before. Carolina and Nataro were there, sitting on the same couch as before. Ross sat, relaxed on the other couch across from them. Beside him was another vampire. She turned, her dark hair swaying with movement.

  “Bettina!” Amee cried out. She rushed forward and Bettina stood, gathering her into a quick hug. “How? Why?” Amee asked, unable to get out a coherent thought.

  “Sarali and Svetlana are dead. I suppose that I may have underestimated by own skill before this night. Or perhaps it was they who trusted me too freely.” Bettina hung her head and Amee could tell that the female’s acts didn’t sit well with her, however necessary they were.

  “And that means,” Carolina added, face radiant. “That you are free to go!”

  “Me?” Amee asked. She gave a sigh of relief then looked at Ross. “What about Ross?”

  “Ross has to stay with us for a few days. We fear he will ever be in danger and we want to make sure he is equipped in the future to deal with whatever may come his way.”

  “Oh…” Amee said, trying to cover her disappointment.

  “Call your parents Amee. Tell them not to worry. We will make arrangements to take you home when it is dark as we cannot go out during the day.”

  “Alright. Hey! I know it’s only been one night but did you figure out what was wrong with my blood? Or why it was so strong?”

  Carolina glanced at Bettina and both females stared at Ross. He stood, coming over to clutch Amee’s hands in his own. They were arm and strong and she treasured the feel of them.

  “Ross?” She whispered.

  “Amee… our connection was so strong last night because, Carolina believes, that you were once a consort of mine.”

  “A consort? Like… there were others…”

  Ross shrugged. “I suppose there might have been.”

  “Well… if we end up… getting together later… there better be only me.”

  Laughing, Ross hugged her against his chest. “That, Amee, I can promise. You are more than enough for any man.”

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Amee glanced out her parent’s living room window, watching the headlights appear from down the road. Her stomach leaped with anticipation. Ross still had that effect on her whenever she saw him. Which was almost daily.

  Consort in a past life or not, Amee and Ross were together now. They had been happily dating since that crazy, fateful night that brought them together.

  Their relationship was made more complicated by the fact that sometimes Ross disappeared in the middle of the night. By the way he was always looking over his shoulder. He was now heavily involved in a world that was not quite his own… yet.

  Amee feared that day. She feared the day Ross might be asked to go through his transition. Surely it was coming. He was a Prince and the vampire world needed him now, as they faced extinction, more than they ever had before.

  The real question was… what would Amee do when that time came? She didn’t know. Ross had been careful to involve her as little as possible in what she preferred to think of as his other life. She knew that he didn’t want her to worry. Yet she sensed a time was coming when he would no longer be able to keep secrets from her. She didn’t know how much time they had and she made sure she swallowed her worries when they were together.

  “Ross!” Amee let out a happy squeal as she opened the door. She didn’t even give him time to get halfway up the sidewalk before she threw her arms around his neck.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” Ross said. “As you always do.” He swept her up in a tight hug and twirled her around.

  “Ross, put me down,” Amee laughed. Secretly she loved the attention he l
avished on her. She had curled her sandy tresses into ringlets and taken care with her makeup. She wore a red dress that was tasteful but fit her just right. Her red high heels, a new extravagance Amee had decided to try, clicked on the concrete sidewalk when Ross lowered her back to the ground. “What do you have planned for tonight?”

  “I was thinking a nice candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant. Followed by a long walk in the moonlight followed by a night in… at my place…”

  “Or we could just skip to your place,” Amee said, grinning. Ross had a beautiful house. Her parents hadn’t been pleased with Amee’s first boyfriend… a man who was so much older and more experienced than she was but they had eventually been won over by Ross’ charm and by how happy Amee obviously was.

  Ross laughed. His eyes sparkled. “What if I was hungry?”

  “You could always eat me…”

  “I really like the sound of that. You may have just convinced me.”

  Amee grinned. She held out her hand. Ross took it and placed a gentle kiss on her fingers. “Lead the way sir.”

  The Party

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

  Description

  Julia Hannaver is young, intelligent, and pretty. She has a good job, a nice apartment and exciting hobbies but somehow her life remains empty.

  The last thing she expected while attending her friend’s staggette in Vegas was to meet Travis, the tall, muscular, handsome stranger who would introduce her to pleasures she never knew were possible, and change her life forever.

  Travis had the bad boy look that women always fell for. He was an experienced man. He didn’t understand that when he took Julia home for a night of pleasure it would alter his world irrevocably.

  Chapter 1

  “Shots up! Here’s to one last night of freedom!”

  Julia Hannaver raised yet another shot glass and downed its contents in a single sip. The liquid burned down her throat, the most recent in an unending line. This had been a stupid idea. Coming to Vegas with Barb, going out for her stagette. Barb, petite beautiful, vivacious, bubbly, blonde Barb had finally met her match. She was getting married tomorrow in some cheesy chapel in the bottom of their hotel.

  In the back of her mind Julia knew they shouldn’t be getting Barb so drunk, but the women at the stagette didn’t seem to concur. No one besides herself thought it was ridiculous that anyone would want to get married in Vegas.

  Julia had never been so drunk in her life. The music in the club pounded, lights flashed overhead. At points she couldn’t even see straight. She had to grab onto chairs to steady herself.

  Barb moved off, fake veil pinned with little phallic objects swaying in the air behind her. The rest of the group followed the bride to be over to the dance floor and started doing awkward, jerky movements to the blaring techno beat.

  God this was corny. Julia couldn’t say why she had agreed to come. Maybe it was because everyone at work seemed to be going. To not go when she was asked would probably only lead to problems down the road. Besides, Julia hadn’t done anything exciting in her life in a very long time.

  Taking a job as a receptionist at Schuster, Schumer & Donton, a high profile law firm in Chicago, didn’t exactly guarantee for a life of wild excitement. Julia’s personal life was no better. She was twenty-five with no boyfriend to speak of. She had dated a couple guys but they had been boring and the relationships fizzled out. Julia hated to admit it but she kind of gave up on trying.

  She filled her nights instead with yoga, painting lessons, reading, even tutoring. Julia was tall at 5’9” and all her yoga classes had given her a rocking body. Her long brunette hair, dark eyes, full lashes, and heart shaped face added to her curvaceous form complete with narrow waist and long legs would have made her a catch for any man, and yet, somehow, she was still single.

  It had been over a year since she even had a date. When Barb, one of the blonde paralegals at the firm, announced she was going to be married, Julia never imagined being invited on the stagette, or to the wedding. But it turned out most of the firm had been invited to the Vegas affair. Though she thought it a ludicrous way to get married, Julia had booked her flight and hotel with the rest of them.

  As a result, Julia was now full on drunk. The prospect of sobriety was not in the immediate future, as far as she could tell. With shaking hands she pulled her phone out of her purse. It was just after one but the parties in Vegas probably went until morning. When they were done here, she wondered where the group would move to.

  Julia put her phone away and glanced up. Her heart beat sped up a thousand times when she noticed a stranger looking at her from across the bar. He was leaning against the wall, muscular arms crossed over his thick chest. His dark hair was cut close to his head and styled fashionably. He wore tight jeans and a plain black t-shirt which showed off his broad shoulders, defined chest and muscular stance to perfection.

  Because she was drunk and, if truth were told, lonely, Julia didn’t look away. Instead she challenged the stranger’s stare with a bold look of her own. He clearly considered it an invitation. Julia’s mouth went dry as she watched Mr. Hunky cross the club. Oh god. What was she supposed to do now? Wracking her brain with something to say, Julia came up blank. This was so not how she imagined her night going. She thought about a quick escape but her feet remained rooted the floor.

  Trembling, Julia could only remain rooted to the spot. Somehow she had the sense her whole night was about to go terribly off course.

  Chapter 2

  The stranger stopped a few paces in front of her. Julia’s mind went blank. She could think of nothing but the fact she would term him a hunk.

  Mr. Hunk took her in, his dark eyes raking over her form. His casual perusal only made Julia more nervous. She felt like she should say something, do something, but her body seemed to be frozen.

  Mr. Hunk uncrossed his arms and Julia now saw that they were both covered with dark ink. Sleeves? Is that what they were called? Yes, she was sure that was it. He was taller and much more imposing up close. Despite the sweaty odour that pervaded the club, he smelled fresh and clean. His cologne tickled her nostrils when she breathed in. She hadn’t been able to make out his features well from the distance, due to the poor lighting, and the amount of drinks she had consumed, but up close he was devastatingly handsome. His face was the stuff women dreamed of… strong jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones, hooded brow. His eyes were a dark brown, his jaw covered in a thick layer of stubble. His face, hell his entire body, looked to have been chiseled from stone.

  He was muscled in a way that spoke to hours in the gym. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. Through his jeans his legs Julia could tell his legs were equally as well muscled as his chest. He had a powerful, masculine air that drew Julia to him despite her shyness. He was probably not that much older than she was, maybe thirty. He could be older but she doubted it.

  “You look out of place here.”

  It was not what Julia had expected him to say. She didn’t know whether to be offended by his statement or not. She had thought, in her tight black mini dress and pumps she fit right in with the rest of the clientele.

  “You fit right in,” she countered. She had made it to sound like he was of no consequence to her. She turned around back to the bar, giving him her back to contend with. Let him face that if he was so smart.

  Instead of being rebuffed he leaned up against the sticky bar beside her. “What are you drinking?” His voice was thick, as if he too was well into the evening. His face was so close to hers Julia could smell whisky on his breath. On another man it would have repulsed her but not on him. No, on him it made her stomach clench.

  His dark eyes settled on her face and his lips parted slightly. The action sent a shiver of desire running through Julia’s body. Heat pooled in her legs, spreading to a tight ache deep in her core. God, she wanted him. He was the type of man she would be sure to avoid back home. She didn’t like men who were handsome and knew it.


  “Whatever you’re buying.” Was she really playing coy with him? Julia had no desire to flirt. She didn’t even know if she could do it properly, but here she was, looking at him through her long lashes, waiting for him to make the next move.

  “Two whiskeys.” Mr. Hunk took out his wallet and paid for their drinks. He handed one to Julia, his dark eyes raking over her body again, finally coming back to rest on her face. It took her a second before she could compose herself enough to reach out and take the glass he offered. Her heart was pounding so heard she was sure he could hear it above the music. He smiled; his perfect lips curling back to reveal white teeth. The middle two were slightly crooked, she noticed. So he was not so perfect after all. Noticing this small flaw gave Julia an irrational ounce of courage.

  Julia took a sip of her drink and found she liked it. Funny, the drunker she got the more she enjoyed alcohol she normally would have gagged over. She was a one wine type of girl, not a beers, shots, and whisky in the course of a couple hours type but here she was, sipping away, not taking her eyes off of the stranger’s handsome face.

  He titled his head and poured his drink back then set his empty glass on the bar.

  “So, miss….”

  “Julia,” she volunteered. “And you are?”

  “Travis.” He lifted an eyebrow when he looked at her. Julia was going to laugh but then she noticed the way he stared at her, as if he wanted to consume her, and her laughter died. She would have been terribly offended had she been sober but his gaze only raised her already elevated temperature another couple degrees. She imagined those perfect lips on her own, on her body, covering her breasts, her thighs….