Regan instantly turned and bolted to their bedroom with the big man stalking angrily in her wake. Over his shoulder, he murmured a greeting. “Cap, be back shortly. This won’t take long since we can’t get too busy with that horde of drunken people in my house.”
Megan and Tony both turned their heads to follow their procession down the hallway. Megan caught her breath and gasped, “Rick!”
Rick turned and winked at his sister-in-law. “Megan, honey,” he said gently. “You know I won’t hurt her. I’d rather die.” He turned and followed his wife into the room, the door slamming behind him.
Megan stood still, fascinated by the fact that the big brute actually spanked her petite sister on a regular basis. Sighing softly, she turned all melty inside because she knew they loved each other deeply. Then a vivid image flashed in her mind, of herself draped across Tony Rossi’s lap, bottom bared in anticipation of a spanking.
Next to her, Tony had apparently recovered. He watched the pink tint rise in her cheeks and heard the rapid breaths passing between her moist parted lips.
He straightened to his full height. Pressed against the wall, Megan couldn’t angle her head back far enough to meet his gaze as he towered over her. Reaching an impressive 6’6”, he was even bigger than her brother-in-law and used his size to intimidate his little captive. Pressing his hips into her soft, curvy form, he slid his chest down her front and across her gorgeous, round tits and gathered her hands in his large ones.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna get me some of that kind of action, too.” He grinned wickedly as he looked down at the little blond wiggling in his arms. Taking a step back, he bent and put his shoulder into her stomach and lifted her easily. Struggling in earnest, Megan protested as she again felt her skirt rise up and bare her scantily clad behind, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Ignoring his struggling prisoner, Tony “Cap” Rossi, slide one hand up the back of her silky thighs to slip beneath her little skirt which had risen up enough to expose most of her lacy panties. His hand clamped firmly on a soft, rounded butt cheek and squeezed. Laughing at her outraged gasp, he turned and carried her down the hall to the guest room. The door slammed with a mighty shove, echoing through the startled party guests.
Chapter Two
“Strip,” he commanded as he lowered her to the floor. Tony began unbuttoning his beer soaked shirt and tossed it aside. “I’ll be right back,” he said, turning towards the door.
Megan gasped in shock. “You’re nuts! I’m not taking my clothes off for you.”
“Take off everything, baby, or I’ll do it myself when I get back.” The door closed soundly behind him.
Megan stood staring after him for several moments. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. Just who did the jerk think he was? She quickly moved to the door and made to leave. When she opened the door, she heard a low, husky voice command, “Angel, I suggest you get back in that bedroom and do as you’re told. You aren’t going anywhere.” Just then the bedroom door that he was standing in front of opened and Rick shoved a handful of clothes in his chest, and without a word, the door slammed and rattled on its hinges.
Tony laughed shortly, then turned and stalked towards Megan.
“You have no right to -” Megan started to protest.
“I’m taking’ that right, Angel. You aren’t going anywhere looking like that.” He grabbed her upper arm firmly and turned her back into the guest room. Megan heard the door close and the quiet snick of the lock. The next thing she knew, she was being marched across the room as he grabbed her by both shoulders and turned her toward the full-length mirror in the corner.
“What are you doing?” Megan demanded. Rick released one shoulder and reached to turn on the floor lamp illuminating the room in soft light that revealed her soaked blouse plastered across her full breasts. The beer had made the wet material see through and the lace bra she wore underneath was little protection for her hardened nipples. She appeared practically naked, as the light colored material did nothing to shield her from Tony’s burning gaze.
“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Angel, but I really don’t think you want to provide that crowd out there with more entertainment. I’m sure Rick and Regan didn’t plan on prizes for a wet T-shirt contest. Did you? Although I’m sure you would have little competition.”
Ignoring his sarcastic remarks, Megan squealed and crossed her arms over her full chest. “Ohmigod!” Megan’s gaze flickered frantically around the room, searching for something, anything to cover herself. She grabbed an afghan that lay across the back of the rocking chair in the corner and turned on Tony. She met his gaze and pouted, “If you were any kind of gentleman you would turn around!”
“No one’s ever accused me of being a gentleman, darlin’. An officer maybe...but not a gentleman,” Tony said with a small quirk of his mouth. She was absolutely the cutest thing. No way was he turning around; the view was just too damn good. “Although I really enjoyed the wet look, I got you some of Regan’s clothes. And believe me, I risked life and limb by interrupting what was going on next door. That was one pissed-off husband.”
Tony passed Megan the clothes. He also took the opportunity to put on a dry T-shirt that Rick had provided.
Megan snorted in frustration. “I’m not putting these on,” she stated.
Tony’s brow rose at her defiance. This bratty little bundle was adorable, but she was quickly testing his patience, and after the day he had she was pushing him too far. “Angel, either you put those on or I will do it for you, and if I have to, I promise you will regret it.”
Megan stomped her foot even though she knew it made her look like a spoiled little brat. She demanded, “Have you seen my sister? There is no way these boobs and this big butt are going to fit into anything she owns. I’d be better off getting a towel.” She started toward the bathroom when Tony snorted. “Megan, that’s a load of crap. You are perfect. Besides, you’re twins. Aren’t you the same size, identical?”
Megan huffed as she continued past him. “No, we’re fraternal twins, although we looked a lot alike until we were twelve. She’s about 20 pounds lighter and when you are only 5’2” that equals at least one size difference. I can’t fit my fat butt into her clothes.” She frowned, self-conscious about the extra 15-20 pounds that she had carried with her since college, no matter how many miles she jogged on the treadmill or how many dry salads she had for lunch. Regan was the lucky twin that could eat whatever she wanted and never gain an ounce.
“Angel, from where I stand, you are soft and lush, and that ass is absolutely perfect.” Megan watched as his gaze wandered over her from head to toe. He shifted where he stood then took off the T-shirt he had just put on and tossed it to her. “Here, wear this.”
Megan grabbed the shirt one handed and stared at Tony. Perfect Ass? She sighed to herself as she felt a warm pleasurable shiver go right to her core. This tall, sexy, hunk of a man thought her ass was perfect! Mentally shaking herself, she blushed at her response to him. Carrying Rick’s huge t-shirt and Regan’s borrowed clothes, she rushed to the bathroom and closed and locked the door firmly behind her. She pressed her flushed cheek up against the door. The only sound was the quick inhale and exhale of her rapid breathing.
Wow. Tony Rossi was so H-O-T! Closing her eyes she remembered his strength as he carried her easily out of the crowded living room and pressed her up against the wall in the hallway. He was also very tall, just her type. She remembered having to look way, way up in order to meet his beautiful brown eyes. Wow! She sighed again.
Tony tapped on the door. “Megan, make it quick. I want you out here in five minutes.”
Megan snapped out of her reverie. Bossy! He was too darn bossy. But so darn hot! Was she crazy? How could she be so turned on by such an arrogant, controlling, and demanding man? Megan thought about her secret guilty pleasure - erotic romance novels featuring alpha males. The heroes were exactly like Tony - tall, strong, handsome men who were very much into controlling their women. Megan’s favorite genre of
late was romances with a taste of BDSM, nothing too hardcore, just spanking, light bondage, more spanking and lots of sex. One requirement definitely had to be Happily Ever After, where the Dom always fell in love with his sub. Megan shook herself. Yeah, right, like there was a happily ever after.
Firmly believing he would burst through the door like one of those dominant heroes in her novels if she wasn’t out in time, Megan hurriedly started removing her wet clothes and grabbed a towel. Once dry, she put on the t-shirt and turned to check her appearance in the mirror. She had to leave off her bra, which was soaked and smelled of beer. Her breasts were too big to go braless because they jiggled obscenely when she moved, but what choice did she have. She definitely couldn’t fit these puppies into one of Regan’s.
The hem of the t-shirt only hit mid-thigh. Without bra and panties she still felt totally exposed and turned to sort through the borrowed clothes. She found a black skirt made of Lycra spandex. Groaning, she stepped into the stretchy fabric and pulled the tiny skirt up her legs and over her thighs and bubble butt. She frowned as she saw it plastered across her full hips and thighs. It reached just inches below her crotch and was absolutely indecent. Where on earth did her sister wear something like this? She tugged at the hem and slid it a few millimeters lower even though it dipped lower at the waist, exposing the upper swells of her butt. She knew the long t-shirt would cover that. Her frown deepened as she took in her wild mane of hair that had begun to frizz from the humidity and also from the beer that had dampened the ends when she fell onto Tony’s lap. She sighed as she remembered the sleek do she had painfully sculpted before leaving for the evening. Looking around for a comb or brush to do some damage control, she suddenly remembered she didn’t have her purse. Thinking she must have dropped it in the fall, she turned and opened the door to find Tony calmly waiting. His large frame was leaning up against the wall by the bedroom door as if on guard. Big arms folded across his massive bare chest, biceps bulging, lean abs and hips accentuated by his broad chest and shoulders.
Megan actually salivated as she took in the sight of him. “I...uh...” she stammered. She swallowed and told herself to get a hold of her raging hormones and tried again. “I need to go find my purse. I must have dropped it when I fell.”
Tony stared at the t-shirt. Her large breasts and hard nipples were covered but she still looked hot as they pressed against the material. Although the length hit her just above her knees, she looked like she had just gotten out of bed after a long night of fucking. He swallowed a groan as he felt his already hard dick throb and press uncomfortably against the teeth of his zipper. He frowned.
“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll go get it for you. What does it look like?”
“It’s a red leather hobo bag but I can go..”
“What the fuck is a hobo bag?” Tony asked impatiently. “Never mind. Listen to me. You are covered by that T, but I can still make out every curve of your gorgeous tits and your nipples are hard as bullets. I can also tell you aren’t wearing a bra. You have no shoes and if you have anything covering your ass, it is invisible under Rick’s long shirt. You leave here right now and everyone is going to think that I fucked you fast and hard ‘cause your hair is a mess, your face is flushed and your makeup is smudged. While I think you look fantastic this way, this will only enhance my reputation, baby, it won’t do a whole lot for yours. So....” He rose to his full, intimidating height. “I suggest you do what you are told for once tonight, and stay here.”
He was gone then. Megan frowned, knowing he was right. That didn’t keep her from huffing childishly to the empty room. “Arrogant, bossy jerk!”
Megan was back in the bathroom, attempting to fix her hair and makeup when she heard Tony return. He entered the bathroom and plopped her purse down on the counter next to her.
“Damn. This isn’t a purse, it’s a fuckin’ suitcase.”
“Great, another critic!” she huffed.
“Better check it. It was kicked under the coffee table and half of it was spilled out.”
He leaned against the doorframe and watched her as she dug through her purse, searching for missing items. “How did you get here tonight, Megan? Did you drive yourself?”
“Moon is supposed to drive me home, but with that huge crowd out there, I never-” she started.
“Who the fuck is Moon?” he interrupted irritably.
“You drop the F bomb a lot when you’re pissed,” she observed.
“Megan,” he growled in warning.
“Rachel, my cousin. Surely you’ve met her - Rachel Monahan? We all call her Moon. She always comes to the annual barbeque and most of the other family events.”
Once the gender of the mysterious “Moon” was identified, Tony’s interest faded. “I’ll drive you,” he stated baldly. “Come on, we’ll head out the back. My bike is parked back there.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door heading toward the back of the house. They had to go through the utility room to get to the back door and garage area.
“Wait, I have to get my shoes,” Megan insisted.
“Sorry to tell you this, Angel,” he said without stopping. “They’re ruined. When I grabbed your purse from under the coffee table in the living room, I saw a red alligator spike laying in a puddle of beer on the coffee table.”
Megan pouted. “Crap! They were brand new.” Poor Regan, she thought. Her ass is grass. That coffee table was brand new, too.
Tony smiled. She looked cute when she pouted. He wanted her, every bratty, pouty, naughty bit of her. His cock was so hard he could pound nails with it. He had wanted her for fifteen years, ever since he attended the twin’s graduation party when they were eighteen. Being seven years her senior, he had tamped down his desire and bided his time. He watched her go off to college to date a string of losers. He was a frequent visitor at his buddy Rick’s home and visited him and his family every chance he got when home on leave. The opportunity to make his move never seemed to come about. When he was in on leave, she always seemed to be dating the newest loser of the month. When she came to her senses and dumped them, Tony was invariably off fighting insurgents in Iraq or Afghanistan, or tracking down terrorists in some third world country.
The last time he had gotten back hadn’t seemed the right time either. Although he had been done with his special ops assignments for Uncle Sam, he had just started taking on private contracts with his ex-Special Forces team while busy starting his new security agency. The mission he was heading out on the last time he saw her was a high-risk extraction in South America. He didn’t want to start something only to have to leave for a new assignment with no defined end date. That was not the time to start a relationship, leaving the woman home waiting and wondering if her man was ever coming back. Instead, he had tried to spend some time with her, but kept it friendly rather than romantic.
But this time was different.
He and his security team had unanimously decided to reduce the number of overseas jobs. Many, like Rick, had decided to settle down and were looking to start families. They were getting older and were tired of being away from home and family for weeks and months at a time. Most had told him they wanted to have a more permanent home base and were looking to take on more domestic security cases that paid well but with much less risk.
He was surprised to find himself wholeheartedly in agreement. As he rapidly approached forty, he found he was tired of traipsing all around the world. It was a hard and dangerous life. He was ready to have hearth and home with a warm, soft, willing woman waiting for him when he got there. Megan fit into this idyllic image perfectly. He had wanted her for over a decade. The time was up. No more waiting. It was time for him to claim his woman.
Snapping back to the present, he realized he was literally dragging Megan down the hallway. Her much shorter stride made her struggle to keep up. Just as he was about leave the house, Megan called out to him.
“Wait, you can’t just carry me off somewhere! I need to tell R
egan, or find Moon. I don’t go home with strange men from parties.” She tried to dig her bare feet into the hardwood flooring to stop their progress.
“What the fuck, Megan?” he sighed impatiently. He took a deep breath and his voice went on cajolingly as if talking to a child. “Megan, you know me. You’ve known me for years. I’m Rick’s best friend and was his Captain and teammate for almost twenty years. You know that I’ve stayed here with him and your sister when on leave in the past few years and you know I was the best man at their wedding. We danced and posed together that day, remember?”
He stopped and pulled her close as he again pushed her up against the wall. He lifted her by the waist and slipped one hard thigh between her legs as he raised her up to eye level. “You also know that I am the man your sister has been trying to set you up with forever. What you may not know but I intend for you to realize, is that I’m the man that has been hard for you since you landed, half naked and dripping wet at my feet tonight.” He pressed his hips against hers, watching as her eyes widened and rose to meet his as she felt his cock, hard and ready for her. “You also will know very soon how much I want you. I plan to have you, soft and hot and burning up in my bed tonight. Any questions?”
Megan stared into his chocolaty brown eyes. She felt herself gush with wetness as his words washed over her. Oh boy. This was it. This was exactly what she had wanted and dreamed of for years. She frowned as a thought occurred to her. “So, I’m just your fuck buddy for the night?”
Tony glared at her as his hands tightened around her arms. He held her at eye level against the wall and looked at her with his angry gaze. “I don’t like that kind of language coming out of your sweet mouth, Angel. Don’t do it again.” He stared at her until her gaze lowered and she nodded. She wondered what had made her say that. The F-word was not really her style.
Once he saw her submissive response, his anger reduced to a slow simmering lust. He went on to explain, “You will never be a fuck buddy, Angel. I want you. Not just your gorgeous, sexy, lush body, but your sweet softness. You are what every hard military man wants to come home to, Angel.” He leaned in. His voice had dropped to a husky tone that made her pussy wet and her internal muscles clench and contract. She could hear desire in his voice, longing and yearning. She melted before his eyes as he all but finished her off with just his words. “After years of hardness, baby, I need your softness.”
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