by Ellis O Day
“He was an idiot.” He kissed her softly.
“I…I didn’t know what to say. What to do. He said that us being together that last time had been a mistake.” She touched her stomach. “A mistake. Our baby was a mistake. That’s all I could think.”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t want it. I wanted it gone. I wanted all part of him, any reminder of him, gone.” She looked up at Nick. He’d hate her when she admitted this. “That’s why the baby died. She knew she wasn’t wanted. She wasn’t loved.” She burst into tears again. She was a horrible person to hate an innocent baby, her baby.
“Miscarriages happen. They’re horrible and tragic but they happen.” He stroked her hair.
“But, I didn’t want the baby and then Adam died and…then the baby died and it was the last part of him and…and I destroyed it.”
He pulled her even closer. “It wasn’t your fault. None of this.”
“But I didn’t want my baby.”
He grabbed her face and made her look at him. “But that’s not why your baby died.” He shook her gently. “And that’s not why Adam died.”
“I…I know but…it still feels like my fault. My failure.”
“Stop.” He kissed her again. “You didn’t fail anyone.” He pulled her to his chest. “You need to listen to me. It was a bad thing that happened…two bad things but none of it is your fault. None of it.”
She buried her face in his chest, hoping one day she could believe him.
Book 6
The Proposition
CHAPTER 1: SARAH
Sarah hurried to the door and opened it.
“Wow! You look great.” Lisa stepped into the house and bent to pet Tank.
“Thanks.” Her hand skimmed over the silky, green dress. She’d bought this for Nick.
“Must be some project.” Lisa glanced up at her.
“I...” Her words froze. Lisa had seen her dressed up on several occasions. The other woman had to suspect that Sarah wasn’t working.
“Listen.” Lisa stood, her hand still resting on Tank’s head. “I’m glad for you.”
“Oh. You are?”
“Yeah.” Lisa smiled. “I’m glad you found someone.”
“What? I didn’t.” She hadn’t. Nick wasn’t someone, not like Lisa meant.
“Oh. I’m sorry. It’s only that you…The way you’ve been dressing and how late it is when you come home.” Lisa glanced down at Tank. “And how rumpled you are when you get here. I thought you’d met someone.”
“Well, I didn’t.” She moved toward the door, but Lisa didn’t step aside. “Excuse me.”
Lisa still didn’t move and she wasn’t going to get into a fight. So, she took a deep breath. She didn’t want to have this conversation. It was bad enough when she had similar ones with her family but it appeared that Lisa wanted to have her say, so the fastest way to get out of there was to listen and leave.
“Say it. You might as well. It won’t change how I feel about you.” She almost cringed as the last words slipped through her lips. She needed to control her mouth when she lost her temper.
“No, I suppose it won’t.” There was a weariness to Lisa’s tone. “I just think that getting out and meeting…people would be good for Tank…and you.”
“I am getting out.” She tipped her head. “Thanks to you.” She meant that. She really did.
“Tom told me to keep my mouth shut about this, but I can’t.” Lisa took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Adam and I hurt you.”
“You’ve apologized before. I understand. You didn’t mean to fall in love. It just happened.” That was a bullshit reason for Adam to cheat on her. They’d been together for years.
“Yes, we did and…I’m sorry but you shouldn’t be hiding away like this.”
“I’m not hiding. I’m taking care of Tank.”
“Yes, but you’re also hiding. Adam died not you.”
“Don’t.” She backed away and Tank started pacing and whining.
“I’m sorry but it’s true. You stopped living when Adam died.” Lisa stepped closer to her.
“I did not. I built a business. I’ve helped countless animals and people.”
“But you haven’t put yourself out there. Allowed yourself to meet a man and…to fall in love again.”
She shook her head. “I’ve been busy. It’s not that simple.”
“No, it’s not. It’s hard to move on, to try again and it’s scary.” Lisa took her hand. “But Adam wouldn’t want you to live like this. He still cared for you.”
But not enough. Her heart raced in her chest. She needed to get out of there. “I’ve got to go.” She shoved past Lisa and almost ran out the door.
CHAPTER 2: NICK
Nick checked his watch. Sarah should be here in another five minutes or so, unless she was late. She’d better not be late. He poured them each a drink and started the radio on his phone. He picked a station that played slow, romantic songs and took his drink and sat on the couch. He hated waiting. Usually, people waited on him, but not Sarah. She’d never treated him like everyone else. He grinned as he sipped his scotch. That’s part of what he liked about her. She didn’t care that he was rich. Of course, she had no idea how rich he was.
The card clicked in the door and it opened. She looked amazing in an emerald green dress with her hair piled on her head in some kind of style that left tendrils escaping down her long neck. He wanted to follow those little wisps of hair with his lips and tongue, but not now. Later. He’d definitely do that later.
“Hello.” He stood and went and retrieved her drink, taking it to her.
She was gazing around the room a soft smile on her face. “Thank you.”
She took the drink, but he was pretty sure the thanks was for the room. It did look amazing. There were flowers of every kind the florist could think of in vases around the room. There was champagne and strawberries on the table and the lights were low.
“The food will be here soon. I ordered an early dinner.” He held out his hand. “Would you like to dance?”
She took a sip of her drink and placed it on a nearby table. Then she took his hand, and he set his drink next to hers and led her to a clear area in the living room. He pulled her close and began to dance, amazed at how perfect she felt in his arms, against his body.
She rested her head on his shoulder, the soft perfume of her hair turning him on. How many mornings had he buried his head in her pillow inhaling her scent? Well, five actually and that wasn’t enough, but he’d get more.
CHAPTER 3: SARAH
Sarah almost melted against him. He was so sweet and this was so wonderful she almost cried. She didn’t want their time together to end, but it would. It had to. His warm breath tickled her neck as he breathed in the scent of her hair. One of his hands held hers and the other rested on the small of her back. She wanted it lower. This romance was nice, lovely even but she wanted him. She shifted a little closer, brushing against his erection.
He kissed her neck softly. When he didn’t do anything else she did it again.
“Keep doing that and we’ll be naked before dinner,” he rumbled against her ear.
“So.” She tipped her head so she could see him.
His hands pulled her hips closer and he rocked against her. “Sarah, I thought we should wait until…”
She stepped away, keeping a hold of his hand and leading him to the couch. She shoved his chest and he sat, his black eyes hungry as they roamed over her, making her panties wet.
“I thought tonight was my night to decide what we do?” His voice was raspy with desire. He was enjoying this as much as she was.
“It is.” She knelt in front of him, shoving his legs apart and skimming her fingers up his thighs. “If I do anything.” Her fingers trailed across his erection. “Anything.” She undid his button. “That you don’t want me to do.” She unzipped his pants and he lifted, so she could pull them down. “Tell me.” She took his engorged peni
s in her hand. “And I’ll stop.” Her eyes locked with his as she lowered her mouth toward his cock. “Should I continue?” She let her warm breath brush over him.
“Yes.” His voice was thick with desire.
She loved the feel of him in her hand, smooth and hard and hot, so hot. She licked the top of his penis, lapping up his pre-cum. It was salty and musky. She did it again, letting her tongue caress the engorged head. He moaned and she almost smiled. He was hers now and she loved the taste and scent of him. She licked around the top as her hands worked up and down his length.
“Sarah, please.” His hand touched her head, guiding her down and she took him in, sucking the tip.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good.” His fingers wrapped in her hair as he thrust upward into her mouth.
She cupped his balls and squeezed a little while she sucked him deeper into her mouth. He thrust upward, hitting the back of her throat and she struggled not to gag. She didn’t want to ruin this for him. She worked her tongue on the tip as she continued the suction. His balls were tight and his dick was twitching. He was going to come soon.
“Sa..rah.” He tapped her on the shoulder, signaling for her to stop.
She worked her hand faster on his length while she sucked harder.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” His eyes locked with hers.
His cock seemed to get longer and harder before hot jets of cum filled her mouth. She kept sucking, swallowing as much as she could as he kept spurting and then his body eased and she slid her mouth off his penis, licking the tip to clean him. The taste wasn’t bad. She wouldn’t order it for dessert but she’d do this again for him. She sobered at the thought. No. She probably wouldn’t.
“Are you okay?” He asked, watching her.
She smiled. “Yeah.” She went and got their drinks, wiping her face on a napkin from the bar before going back to the couch and sitting next to him.
He’d put his dick back in his pants and he pulled her onto his lap. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
He kissed her. It was a warm kiss, promising passion later. “
“Was it your first time?”
She glanced away. “You could tell?”
He turned her head toward him. “It was great.” He kissed her again.
“Then how did you know?” She must’ve shown her inexperience. She’d given blow jobs before, to him before, but she’d never swallowed. She’d never wanted to and Adam had never asked. Their sex life hadn’t been like that. Like this, with Nick.
“Your face. Afterwards.” He tried not to grin. “Probably when I came too but I was a bit preoccupied.”
“Was it that bad?” she asked.
“No.” He gave up and laughed. “You looked really, really surprised and…puzzled.”
“Stop laughing at me.” She slapped his chest playfully. “I was a bit surprised.”
“By what?” He was trying not to laugh but continued to fail miserably.
“Well…” Her face heated, but this was Nick. There were no secrets with him. Not in this hotel room. Not about sex. Everything else was a secret but nothing that had to do with their nights together. “I was a bit surprised by the quantity and the heat and the…velocity.”
He burst out laughing and she slapped him again.
“It’s not funny. You’d be surprised too.”
“By a guy coming in my mouth? Hell yeah, I’d be surprised and then he’d be dead.”
“You know what I meant.”
“I do.’ He tossed back his drink and put it on the table next to the couch. “We’ll make sure to practice that more so you’re not so surprised next time.” He kissed her.
“So, you liked it?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He kissed her again as his hand wandered up her dress. “But now, it’s time for you to work up an appetite.” He laid her on the couch, his hands skimming up her thighs taking her dress with them.
She relaxed, waiting as his mouth kissed its way upward—open, wet and hot. His finger pressed against her pussy, rubbing and she squirmed, all relaxation gone as tension began to build.
“Green. Lovely.” He tugged on her underwear, slipping his finger inside the leg hole as his mouth came down on her mound, kissing and nibbling.
She squirmed again, pushing closer to him. This was great but it wasn’t enough. She wanted his mouth on her, not her panties. “Please, Nick.” She reached down, pushing at her underwear to remove it, but he grabbed her hands.
“Not yet.” He pulled them away from her leg, his tongue darting underneath where his finger had been, tickling her with his quick caress.
Her panties were soaked from his mouth and her moisture, and getting wetter as his hand caressed her little bud and his tongue jabbed at her inner lips.
He moved away, yanking her underwear down and off her legs and then he was back, his tongue lapping at her. She thrust toward him, wanting him more, deeper, harder. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders and his hands grasped her ass, lifting her off the couch as he feasted on her. She moaned, long past words as he lapped and suckled, his tongue rough as it teased her nub. Then his fingers were inside of her, thrusting and her body coiled tighter and tighter. She wanted to move, to race to meet her climax but his grip was firm, holding her in place. His mouth came down on her clit and he sucked.
“Oh….oh…” She was so close.
He stopped, holding her still, his face brushing against her thigh as he turned his head.
“Oh God, Nick, please don’t stop.”
He pulled her legs down, bending them at the knees. “Dinner’s here.”
She leaned up. “You’re kidding?” He had to be kidding. He’d better be kidding.
He grinned at her as he stood. “Nope. They’re at the door.”
“Shit.” She flopped back down. “One more minute. That’s all I needed.”
He tugged her dress down so it covered her thighs. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“What?” She started to sit up, but he stopped her.
“Stay.”
“You can’t be serious.”
There was another knock.
“One minute,” he called out as his eyes locked with hers. “I’m very serious. If you want me to pick this back up. You’ll stay right like that.” He turned and headed for the door.
She was splayed out on the couch, her legs open and bent at the knees. Anyone who saw her, and they would see her—the table was in the same room and only a few feet away—would know what they’d been doing…what they were going to be doing.
Nick opened the door and as he stepped aside she sat up. He motioned for the two young men to come inside.
“Shall we set the table for you?” asked the one man.
“Please.” Nick glanced in her direction and his eyes narrowed when he saw her upright on the couch.
She walked over to the bar, her legs still rubbery from unspent passion and poured herself a drink. She’d come tonight, there was no doubt, but first he’d make her pay for disobeying him. She squeezed her thighs together in anticipation of the exquisite torture to come.
As soon as the table was set, Nick paid the men and they left. He closed the door and leaned against it, watching her.
“There was no way I was going to let them see me like that.”
“Why? You looked beautiful. Better than beautiful. Sexy. Hot. Wanton. Desirable.” He walked toward her. “Any man who saw you would’ve wanted you.”
She finished her drink and strolled toward him. “Is that why you wanted me to stay like that?”
He stopped only inches from her. “Yes.” He almost snarled. “I wanted them to know you’re mine.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. This was their last night and he was being possessive. It made her heart ache. “I think me being in here is proof enough of that.”
“Proof. But not enough.” He kissed her, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the ground as he pressed her agai
nst him.
He was hard again and she wiggled her hips. This was way better than his tongue. He set her on the bar. He shoved her skirt up and she spread her legs, making room for him, but he stepped away.
“Stay right there.” He grabbed her chin. “I mean it.” He kissed her and went into the bedroom. He came back a moment later and stopped in front of her, staring at the place between her legs. “Open for me.”
She spread her legs wider. Eager to obey.
“No, your lips.” He motioned between her legs. “Pull them apart. I want to see you.”
She flushed but did as he asked. She was on display and his eyes were making her wet and ready for him. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger. He stepped forward, his fingers caressing up and down her vagina. One of them dipped inside and she moaned. He kissed her, hard and dominant. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and his hand moved from her pussy to her breast, but his other hand replaced the first and then he was putting something inside her.
She broke the kiss. “Nick…what?”
He stopped her hand from reaching between her legs. “Leave it.” He kissed her fingers. “It’s the egg, remember.”
Her inner muscles clamped down around the little vibrator. “Yes.”
“Let’s eat.” He took her hand, his eyes sparkling with desire and a promise that dinner was going to be unforgettable. He helped her off the bar. He kept her hand in his as he led her to the table, only letting go to hold her chair as she sat. He took the seat across from her and she waited for him to start the egg but he motioned at her plate.
“Aren’t you hungry?” He ate a piece of the bread and cut into his lasagna.
“It smells delicious.” She took a bite. “It’s good.” It was excellent lasagna. The best she’d ever had, but she couldn’t concentrate on the food with the silent vibrator inside of her.
He began chatting about television and a little about his work, without going into any details and the entire time, she thought about the egg. When was he going to start it? How long would he let it vibrate? How long before he let her come?