by B. B. Hamel
The pleasure was overwhelming. My pussy was soaked, had been ever since we’d started dancing. I didn’t want to say no, couldn’t say no. What he was suggesting was crazy though. Marry him? It couldn’t be real; it definitely couldn’t be .
But the way he made my pussy feel, the way my head spun when he whispered dirty words in my ears, I just couldn’t stop myself .
I was saying yes .
The orgasm rocked through my body. I came on his fingers, his practiced fingers. He whispered in my ear the whole time, dirty words, as I came and came hard .
“Come on my hands, Natalie. I love this slick pussy. Come for me now and I’ll make you my bride. Then I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could feel. I’ll slide my thick cock between your legs, fuck you until your knees shake .”
The orgasm rocked through me, rolled up my spine. I was spinning on an incredible cloud .
The orgasm. From only his fingers. My only orgasm of the night .
I shook my head, looking at the window. I wasn’t sure what time it was. Part of me couldn’t believe what had happened .
I still didn’t know his last name .
“Nat?” I looked over and Pacey was awake. “Where did you come from ?”
“Hey, Pace .”
She sat up, her head in her hands. “I feel like fucking shit .”
“I know. I saw the puke in the toilet .”
She made a face. “Oh god. I’m so sorry .”
I laughed. “It’s okay. It’s Vegas, right ?”
“Speaking of which.” She looked up at me, grinning. “What happened to you last night ?”
I opened my mouth but stopped. How could I explain it to her? Well, I married a guy, but I freaked out after the ceremony and made him take me home. I couldn’t say that, but I didn’t want to lie .
“Nothing really happened,” I said, telling a half-truth. “We didn’t sleep together or anything .”
“Seriously?” She looked genuinely surprised. “That guy was gorgeous, Nat. Why not ?”
“Well,” I said slowly, “it got a little weird, I guess. Freaked me out, moved too fast .”
She sighed. “Typical,” she said, grumbling. “A guy wants to do more than kiss you and you’re suddenly freaking out .”
I nodded sheepishly. “That’s right. Silly old me .”
“Ugh, I need to wash this vomit taste from my mouth.” She stood up and walked into the bathroom unsteadily .
I felt bad about keeping the truth from her, but it was just all too soon and too strange. I kept thinking about the way he got me off, so confidently and seriously, and then about what had happened afterward .
I kept thinking about the Elvis preacher. About the vows, the ceremony, the kiss. It felt fake, but I knew that those things really were legal in Vegas. Afterward, I asked him to take me home. He only nodded and dropped me off, disappearing as mysteriously as he had appeared .
And yet I couldn’t stop thinking about his kiss, his touch. It was addictive and incredible, and I had never felt like that before, not with any other guy I’d been with .
Lucas wasn’t a guy; he was a man. A totally different breed of man than I’d ever been around before .
I heard Pacey brushing her teeth in the other room, so I quickly checked my phone. As I’d left the limo last night after the ceremony, I had given Lucas my number .
No calls or texts from any unknown numbers. But there was a voice mail from my mother .
I felt a little disappointed, but what did I expect? I had let the guy get me off, married him, and then freaked out and ran away all within like a few hours’ time .
“You ready to get out of here?” Pacey said, leaning against the wall .
“I am, but you definitely don’t look like you are .”
“I just need breakfast,” she said. “An enormous breakfast. And vodka .”
I laughed. “No vodka for you. We’re going back home now, remember ?”
“Don’t remind me .”
She disappeared back into the bathroom and I heard the shower go on .
Curious, but also dreading it, I tapped on my mother’s voice mail and held the phone up to my ear .
“Natalie? Ugh, I hate leaving messages, but this is important. You’re coming home, right? You may have seen some stuff in the gossip rags. It’s very important that you call me back immediately. Love you !”
I frowned at the phone and listened to the message again, a stone growing in my gut. Mom didn’t normally even talk about the gossip rags, so it was a little unusual that she mentioned them specifically. I tapped her name and called her back .
“Hello? Natalie?” She answered on the second ring .
“Hi, Mom,” I said .
“Where are you ?”
“I’m in Las Vegas right now. I told you that .”
“Oh.” I could hear the annoyance in her voice, but I had told her. I’d texted and called and emailed my itinerary, but obviously she hadn’t paid attention to it. “Well, I have some important news .”
“What happened ?”
“Nothing happened,” she said. “Not everything is bad, you know .”
“Sorry, but the last time you said that you had gotten arrested .”
“That was just one time,” she grumbled. “And anyway, that’s all behind me now .”
“What do you mean ?”
“The drinking, the partying. Hell, even the TV. It’s all done with .”
I felt that little stone of dread blossom into an enormous boulder. “What’s going on, Mom ?”
“I got married, sweetie .”
Worst nightmare confirmed. “To who ?”
“A very nice man. His name is Arturo. He’s a Chicago businessman, and we’ve been seeing a lot of each other lately. Oh, I’m so sorry you couldn’t be at the wedding, but it was a spur-of-the-moment type thing. You understand ?”
I was barely listening. My mother tended to ramble when she was uncomfortable, and she began to tell me all about the wedding. I had stopped listening when she’d told me that she had gotten married again .
I couldn’t believe it. After Dad had died and left her his fortune, I never thought she’d move on to anyone else. She seemed so heartbroken, so upset. I always thought that her acting out and being a reality TV star was just a way to run from her grief .
And yet here she was, married again .
I felt angry and betrayed .
But I shouldn’t. She was a grown woman who could make her own decisions. And besides, Dad had died a long time ago. Even though Mom made plenty of very bad decisions, she wasn’t really a bad person .
“I’m very happy for you,” I said finally during a very brief pause .
“Oh I’m so happy to hear that,” she said. “There’s one more thing .”
“What?”
“Well, I’ll be moving into his estate .”
“His estate ?”
“Yes. It’s right outside the city, and it’s so, so lovely. Lots of land, animals, all of that. You’ll really love it, sweetie .”
“Wait, what ?”
“He says you can have an entire wing to yourself if you like. There are hiking trails and a little pond .”
“What about our house ?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Well, I sold it, honey .”
“What?”
My childhood home. She had sold my childhood home ?
“I’m sorry, but Arturo said that it wasn’t appropriate for me to own my own house anymore. We don’t need it, honey .”
“How could you?” I blurted out, anger finally winning. “How could you get married again and sell the house without even talking to me ?”
“Sweetie,” she said slowly, “I know this is a lot to process. It just happened so fast .”
“No, Mom,” I snapped. “You messed up big time. You have been an irresponsible train wreck for years, one of the worst parents imaginable. I thought it was bad when you got arrested for drugs, bu
t this? This is way, way worse. This is a betrayal .”
“Sweetie,” she said more firmly, “we can talk about this when you’re home. When you calm down .”
“I won’t calm down,” I said .
“I’ll have Arturo’s people get you at the airport .”
“Mom—”
“Goodbye.”
She hung up .
I stared at my phone, my mouth hanging open .
In a single moment my life had suddenly been thrown into chaos. Everything I thought I knew about my life had suddenly shifted. I didn’t have my home anymore, and my mother had gotten married to a man I knew absolutely nothing about .
“You okay?” Pacey asked .
I looked at her, my face ashen. “She sold my house, and married some guy .”
“I heard your side. I’m sorry .”
She walked over and threw her arms around me .
“This summer is really going to suck,” I said after a minute .
Pacey laughed. “Yeah. This summer is really going to suck .”
4
Lucas
I woke up groggy in my huge Vegas bed and rolled onto my side. I was conspicuously alone and had spent my wedding night drinking good scotch with Vince .
My wedding night. I, Lucas Barone, had gotten fucking married. I chuckled to myself at the thought. Of course, the girl didn’t really think it was real, or maybe she did and she just didn’t care. But I had the marriage license to prove it .
That wedding, although cheesy and stupid, had been very real .
I was a little disappointed about how the night had ended, though. Natalie was fucking sexy, all cute and innocent-seeming but a fucking pro when you got under her panties. She’d been moaning my name and had come like a wave as soon as I’d gotten my fingers on her soaked little pussy. I had assumed she was good to go and wanted more .
But as soon as we finished the ceremony, she freaked, said she wanted to go home. I wasn’t the type to force a lady into anything, and I actually did have some respect for her, so I dropped her off as promised .
But fuck did I want her still. My cock was hard against the soft sheets as I thought about her body dancing against mine in the club .
I knew I wanted her the second I saw her. Those full lips looked like they were made to suck my cock, and I wanted to come deep down her throat .
The mere thought of that made me fucking crazy. I reached down beneath the sheets and began to stroke myself .
Natalie had no clue what she was missing. I could have fucked her sweet pussy for hours in my luxurious suit. I’d love to take every stitch of clothing from her body and watch her blush as I talked dirty in her ear .
I imagined letting her ride my face as I jerked myself off. After I got her nice and fucking wet, on the verge of coming again, I’d slide my cock deep into her slick cunt and fuck her so rough but slow .
I wanted her to beg for it, after all. When she finally came a second time, I wanted it to completely take over her body, make her have the shakes. My job wouldn’t be done until she came so hard she practically forgot her own name .
That would happen, like it always happened. I’d work her sweet fucking body over and over again, make her sweat, make her beg. She’d never been with a man like me before, insatiable, always fucking hard, and always ready to make her come .
I wanted to see that ass back up against my cock. I wanted her to beg me to finally come. She’d want me to fill her tight little pussy up .
Natalie seemed so fucking innocent, but she’d be my slut in the sheets. I felt myself getting close as I jerked my cock, thinking about fucking her hard from behind, slapping her thick ass, making her mine .
Finally, I finished, shooting my cum into a tissue .
Fucking tissues. That would have been much better if it were Natalie’s tight, warm little pussy .
I cleaned up and rolled out of bed, heading into the shower .
I had Natalie’s number, but why bother? She had made it clear that she wasn’t interested the night before. I wasn’t the type to give second chances, anyway. Plus, I had gotten what I needed out of her. No reason to push it any further .
I climbed into the shower, still thinking about the way she came in the back of the limo. Maybe I was missing out on something, too, if I never got a chance to fuck her .
But oh well. You couldn’t fix the past. You could only move forward .
Hours later, the Barone mansion was practically empty. It was about eight at night, and most of the guys had left already. Staff still lingered around, plus the usual armed guards, but they practically blended into the background .
I felt fucking good. Sure, I didn’t get to fuck Natalie, but who cared? There were plenty of other women in Chicago that I could sleep with. It wasn’t like I ever had a problem finding a willing and attractive partner to suck me off .
Best of all, I had my marriage license to shove in my father’s face. He’d be forced to back off based on his own absurd logic .
Just because he finally married one of his many whores didn’t mean we all needed to get married. He was simply obsolete, and I just needed to play along with his silly games for long enough to make my move and finally take control of the family .
I walked down the dimly-lit hallways, idly looking around. The Barone house was huge, three wings, three floors, and filled with all the gilding and opulence that came with having way too much fucking money .
We were old-school mafia. Maybe we didn’t call ourselves the mob anymore, or at least not openly, but we were. And we’d been one of the most successful families in history. We were definitely the oldest still-operating family left in the Chicago area, and we had control of the most profitable turf all throughout the city and the suburbs .
I didn’t necessarily have expensive taste, but I understood the reason for it .
We needed to exude power. And nothing said power like an absurd use of wealth. Everything about the Baron mansion screamed money, sex, and power .
I fully intended to uphold that tradition when I was in power .
My father’s study was in the east wing, second floor, all the way in the back. I stopped and knocked on the door .
“Enter,” I heard him call out .
I pushed open the door. “Evening, Father .”
“Lucas. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he said, distracted. He was looking at something on his desk and didn’t even bother to look up .
I shut the door behind me as I walked inside. I sat down in one of the armchairs and crossed my legs, relishing the moment .
“Nothing special,” I said. “Just thought I’d pay you a visit .”
“Good,” he mumbled. “Good. I’m glad you’re here .”
That had me curious. “Why ?”
“Your stepmother and new stepsister are moving in tomorrow,” he said. “Have I told you about them ?”
“You mentioned the new wife,” I said, annoyed. Had he already fucking forgotten our conversation ?
He glanced up. “Yes, I did.” He paused. “Well, I expect you to be respectful of her as she is part of the family now. She has full privileges of the estate, as does your new stepsister .”
“Stepsister,” I said, laughing. “What’s she like ?”
“Can’t say I know for sure,” he said. “Her name is Natalie. Cute girl, goes to college.” He grabbed his phone and pulled up a picture. “Here. This is her and her mother .”
My heart nearly fucking stopped in my chest as I took the phone from him .
Staring back at me was a picture of my wife .
The picture was probably a year or two old, but it was definitely her. I could hardly believe it. The Natalie I had met the night before certainly was nothing like her infamous mother. Where Camille Taylor was brash and loud, Natalie had been quiet and demure, almost shy .
“Lucas?” my father asked. “What’s wrong with you, boy ?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, handing the phone back to him
.
The marriage license in my back pocket was suddenly like burning fire .
“So, what did you want to see me about?” he asked .
“Ah,” I said. “I wanted to check on the Carosi job .”
He narrowed his eyes. “You know that’s going fine .”
“Good,” I said, nodding. “Well. Have a good night .”
“What’s wrong with you?” he asked again. “You’re keeping something from me .”
I shook my head. “Still hungover, I guess. Just got back from Vegas .”
He made a face. “Still wasting my money, I see .”
“My money,” I said. “Every dime, I’ve earned .”
“Yes, well.” He went back to whatever he had been looking over before. “Be kind to your new stepsister .”
“Of course.” I paused, grinning. “She’s family now .”
I turned and left as quickly as I could. I walked down the hallway, turned a corner, and leaned up against a pillar .
Laughter erupted from my body violently. A nearby guard glanced in my direction like I had suddenly grown a second head .
What an absurd turn of events. My new stepsister was the same woman I had met in a club completely at random, and the same woman I had married to piss off my father .
But I couldn’t tell him about it now. Not yet, at least. Maybe I could use it one day down the line, but right now it would be a waste .
Most important of all, though, was that Natalie was coming to live with us. In just a few hours, my stepsister, no, my wife was going to be staying in our home. I’d be able to see her whenever I wanted to .
“This is going to be a great summer,” I said to the guard .
“Of course, sir,” he mumbled .
I walked away, grinning madly .
5
Natalie
H ome again. Or at least what was left of it .
“Can you help me with this box, sweetie ?”
I dropped my own bag onto the ground as my mother shoved a box into my arms .
“Good to see you too,” I said to her .
“Welcome home.” She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Now, in that truck over there .”