by Dani Wyatt
I hear her groan as her feet come off the couch and she’s moving my way. “Fine. But I know it’s nothing. I just got a little scared. I wanted sympathy, not bullying.”
“Well, if you think it’s nothing then go make sure it’s nothing. Do I need to follow you and stand there to make sure you tell him?”
“No, I’ll do it. I’m not supposed to even be over here. He’s on the phone with Allister about work, so I slipped out. With the fires at the clubs and Deck went to the office for a few minutes to find some paperwork or something. Oh, I don’t know, that’s his business. Anyway, he wants us to stay locked up in that house, maybe go out to eat, but since I didn’t want a proper honeymoon,” May signs invisible quotation marks around the last words, “he wants his private time with me.” She giggles as she gets to the front door. “I don’t know if all men are like this, but as soon as this staycation is over, you and I are going to talk. Because I have things to tell you! The man is a beast.”
“Go. We can talk in a week. Wilson and Henrietta are over here constantly anyway, bossing me around and driving me bonkers...”
“Well, without me, you need to find new interests. Decker took over your former full-time job of keeping me in line. Maybe get a cat. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. You’d make a great cat lady. Get six or seven, you can afford it.” She smiles. “You know I’m kidding. You’re going to find love. I know it and you're worth it Leah. You’ll see, I imagine it just like Deck and me. You’ll know it when it’s right.”
I groan as she’s out the door, skipping across the lawn on the path to the main house. She disappears out of sight behind some high bushes, and I suspect I won’t see her again for a week. Decker is a man of his word and he does have a way of keeping her in line.
C H A P T E R N I N E
ALLISTER
“I’m dying here,” I groan. She’s killing me and she knows it.
“You are not dying.” Her voice is playfully irritated, like she’s explaining to a five-year-old why he can’t open his presents before Christmas. “I came twice for you this morning. My fingers did that new thing you told me last night. It makes me cum in like three seconds. Thinking of you doing it to me is the best.”
Holy mother of God. If I don’t get my cock inside my girl soon I do think I might actually die. I’ve never ached like this before. Never. I got up this morning covered in cum from my dreams about her. The damn hotel in Indianapolis must think I’ve got a fucking badge from the Spunk Delivery Overachievers Club. The damn sheets practically crack in half from the amount of my sleep jizz that covers them. The first time I cum inside her, it may just drip out the corners of her mouth, she’s going to be so full.
“No, I’m dying. Actually dying. Trust me. I’m a fucking virgin who’s found his one and only and I can’t touch her? Only listen to her touch herself? That’s the most exquisite kind of torture. Listening to you do all the filthy, amazing things I want to do to you is the sweetest form of execution. Just be ready when I get home, that’s all I’m saying, because I’m going to be a man on the edge.”
She giggles. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, let’s change the subject before I jizz in my pants. The disaster contractors are supposed to be here in a minute, so I might not have much time. What are you doing today?”
“Well, let’s see. Henrietta is here, of course. She made me a breakfast even you couldn’t finish. Then Wilson is coming to take me to the doctor. Just my therapy appointment. Nothing to worry about.”
“Ah, okay. How’s that going? Still painful, babe?”
“A little, but you were right to push me to do it. I can already feel my legs getting stronger. I can’t believe for so many years with some therapy I could have been able to walk again on my own.”
“Babe, you will, you’re fucking strong. It will just take time.”
“Thank you for setting it all up. Who knew you were friendly with so many people? Anyway, I can pay for it, you know. I do a have a bit of money of my own now.”
“I want to pay for it. I want to take care of you. We’re in this together. And I figured with me gone this week, you needed to stay out of trouble.”
“Not much chance of that with the helicopter staff around me all the time. Wilson and Henrietta barely give me any time to myself. Wilson thinks I should move back to the mansion. He said it’s what Mom and Dad would want.”
Her mentioning Wilson’s telling her what she ‘should’ be doing has my nerves on fire, but I don’t want to ruin our chat with my thoughts of putting my foot up his ass. “Well, when I get back there, they better be on notice I’m taking over looking after you. They can keep up the housework and whatever, but as far as taking care of you is concerned, they are dismissed. Only a few more days, thank God. You and I have business to take care of, don’t we? You’re still sure, right? Because I’m ready for you to take my cherry, precious.”
We’re both laughing when I hear Wilson’s voice in the background asking her if she’s ready to go. Little fuck seems to always be all up in her business. And with me not there, it’s rubbing my nerves raw. I hear her telling him she’ll be right out, to wait outside.
I know I should calm down. It’s just that I don’t like another dude helping her out, even if he is the poster child for family loyalty. It fucking rips my heart out, to tell the truth. But he’s been with the family a long time and Leah said he’s always had her back, so I’m trying to trust him. It’s hard, but I’m trying.
“Okay, babe, you need to go. Text me when you’re done with therapy and let me know how it went. Then take a steam in the sauna and relax and rest, okay? You’ve been up every night this week working on that book and I’m worried you are not getting enough sleep. You need to sleep.”
“I want to have it done by the time you get back though.” There’s a bit of whine and pout in my voice. “The hero is just about to take the heroine’s virginity, which kind of reminds me of... anyway, I’m using all the filthy talk you’ve inspired. Who would have thought the word ‘cunt’ would make me wet? Oops, there I go. I’m wet...”
“Oh my Jesus God.” I groan about to lose my mind and she laughs. She loves making me crazy. “I have to go, babe. My cock is hard already and the construction crew is coming in the building. You are trouble with a capital ‘T.’” I grin at the corny words and hear her laughter on the other end. “Okay, baby, take care, text me later.”
We sign off and I meet the crew chief as he comes in the front door. Both fires took place on the same night, which is bizarre to say the least. Looks like arson, but it can’t possibly be the same person in both cases because the clubs are more than a hundred and fifty miles apart and they were both burning at the same time. Both places are a total loss, going to be a case of starting again from scratch, and all these meetings with insurance people and cleanup crews, along with going back and forth between the clubs, has me on edge.
I’ve tried to keep Decker up to date without making it impact his in-home honeymoon, but from the looks of things this is going to be a good year or more to wrap up.
Decker’s said he is ready to make the official switch over to me being CEO of the clubs so that he can enjoy his retirement, but I’m not sure I can handle all this while he sits at home and makes babies with May, particularly as the thought of traveling for the next year is impossible to fathom. Now that I’ve found Leah, I just want to spend all my time with her.
Fucking life. It has its way of throwing the golden goose in my path then laughing its ass off because now I’m not sure I want it. I’ll figure it out, one way or another, but I’ll tell you this: I’ll lose the clubs a hundred times before I’d take any risk at losing her.
C H A P T E R T E N
LEAH
Wilson is tapping his foot, waiting for me to answer. “So?”
He’s been bugging me for an hour about moving back to the mansion.
Yes, it’s true, I do actually want to. But I want to talk to Allister first before I make t
hat kind of decision, and I know he’s on his way back home right now. If we just wait, he’ll be here and I can talk it through with him. It has me more than anxious knowing that he’s on his way. I’m not sure how to tell Wilson to leave.
“Yes, it’s time to go back, and I will. Just a couple more days. I want all the investigating done so my life can be as hassle-free as possible. Surely you understand that? The lieutenant said they would be there today and tomorrow taking down any final notes and then it will all be done. Simon and Victor have already made their plea bargains or whatever you call it, anyway, so it’s just a bit of paperwork. After that, I’ll go back.”
He doesn’t meet my eyes, but I can see his jaw clenching. I don’t know why this matters to him so much. “You need to be back at the house. That’s all I’m saying.” He lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “Henrietta told me to tell you to take your medicine.”
Furious heat covers me. I’m so tired of them treating me like a child. “I’m not taking it! I told Henrietta that and she knows it. Not anymore, not ever. She is not in charge. I took those for too long. Simon forced them down my throat for years and I’m done. I told Henrietta the same thing I’m going to tell you: I’d rather live with the pain.
“Besides, with the therapy Allister has me going to, my legs are getting better. The pain is less intense than it has ever been and should even get better over time. I won’t take them, Wilson, so don’t even try. Every time I think of those pills, it just makes me think of the person who killed Mom and Dad. Those pills are the cause of all our tragedy.”
Wilson looks dumbfounded. He just closes the cabinet and walks back to the table where I’m sitting with my laptop open.
I slap it closed. The scene I was writing before he walked in was the ending of the book I’d been writing for Allister and I don’t want anyone but him seeing the words. Besides, I don’t really want to read them myself right now. I’m not exactly feeling in the mood. Wilson sighs, but he shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat, and I force myself to take a deep breath. It’s not his fault, I remind myself. He’s just doing as he’s told.
“Wilson, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m fine. Actually, I just want to take a nap. I’m tired and it’s making me snippy. I don’t think I’ll need you for the rest of the day. Allister is coming by soon anyway, so if I need a ride anywhere he’ll be here. I’ll be fine. Take the rest of the day off. You deserve it.”
Wilson crinkles his nose. “I’m not sure I should. I mean, are you sure you want him here? You barely know him, Leah.” He shakes his head. “I don’t like how he’s weaseled his way in with you so fast. Don’t you think it’s awfully coincidental? First May and Decker, then Allister starts showing you all this attention?”
“Sure. Exactly. Coincidental, nothing more.”
He rubs his head. His short cropped, red hair brushes through his fingers as he speeds up and then shakes his head back and forth with a sigh. I know he’s just being protective, and I appreciate it. I really do. But it’s also starting to get on my nerves. If he doesn’t leave soon, I swear I’m going to start screaming.
“Wilson, I’m fine. You need to stop worrying about me so much. I am a big girl. I know that’s hard for some of you to grasp, especially you, and I get it... you’ve looked after me, and I really appreciate all you’ve done. But I am fine. Go, please. I’m going to take a nap. I didn’t sleep much last night and I want to be ready when Allister gets back.”
Wilson grumbles under his breath as he heads out the front door without a goodbye, and I wait a moment to be sure he’s gone before I flip open the laptop to finish the last few sentences of the story. He wanted it steamy and the more I wrote, the more I discovered I have one darn filthy mind.
“That’s the highest honor I’ve ever had, babe. Look, your blood on my cock.”
Allister leans down to take my mouth in a deep kiss. His tongue enters me quickly, taking my breath away before he pulls back and brushes the hair from my forehead. He’s laying next to me, my body still shivering from the orgasms.
Ugh, it’s not good, but that’s where I wanted the story to end. Right after our first time together. I never imagined really what my first time would be like. And I certainly never expected it to be with another virgin. It feels so perfect to know that we both waited for the right one.
Well, I didn’t have much choice really, I suppose. But Allister? The fact that he’s never been with a woman before makes me swoon. And to know that he wants me?
Well, perfect book boyfriend. And he’s real.
C H A P T E R E L E V E N
ALLISTER
Taking a deep breath, I grab the white enameled box from the passenger seat of the Suburban. It’s tied with a deep pink ribbon, just for her. I know she’ll like it. I hope she will. I got a ticket on my way back from Chicago – 95 mph in a 70 zone, but that wasn’t nearly as fast as I wanted to go. I had slowed down by the time the State cop clocked me.
I take a deep breath. “Go time.”
I called Leah about a half hour ago. Made sure she got the overnight package I’d sent. I’ve sent her something every day I’ve been gone, but the one she received today was special. And from the smile in her voice when I’d talked to her, she’s as happy as I’m going to be when I walk in and see her wearing it.
Then I’m going to give her this other gift. And everything will be perfect.
My chest is tight. My cock is rock-hard already. But I’m nervous as a lemming wondering where everyone is running to.
I know it’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like I’ve known her for years. Forever, somehow.
We’ve talked every day while we’ve been apart, ever since that wonderful night that we spent together. We’ve talked for hours. I’ve told her things about me no one else knows, and vice versa. What an honor it will be to do what we are about to do. The first time for both of us, and with each other.
Her taste. Her scent. Her softness. They have filled my mind and dreams every moment that we’ve been apart. The hunger in me is as painful as any wound.
Now the time is here for me to make love to a woman, I can’t imagine how I would feel if this wasn’t my first time, if I’d done it before with someone else. Or more than one someone else. It wouldn’t be the same. It’s supposed to be with Leah. Yes, I’m sure I’m losing my man card, but I don’t give a shit. She’s saved this for me and what a fucking honor that is. I’d never do anything to soil what she’s giving me and what I want to give her.
Pausing at the door, I draw a heaving breath that strains the limits of my lungs. This is it and I know it. As I reach for the handle I see her come around the corner through the glass entry door and freeze. Her hair falls in waves of warm brown, split over her shoulders into two dark rivers that rest on the sheer, pure white of the nightgown I sent her. The hem of the gown rests delicately against her upper thigh, teasingly short.
A sneaky smile tips her lush lips as she inches herself toward the door, her forearms resting on the crutches. I love them as much as all the other parts of her. And I love that she is comfortable wearing them with me, love the way she’s smiling and still feeling sexy. I can see that in her eyes. She knows in this moment that she is beautiful. And wanted. More than wanted, needed.
When the door finally clicks open and she swings it wide, my dick is weeping inside my trousers. Throbbing and nearly bent in half, he’s trying to get to her.
My hand comes up to tangle in her hair first. I need that. For her to feel my ownership. And for whatever reason, that does it for me. From the look in her eyes, she understands as well.
I tighten my grip, looking into her eyes as they widen and her lips fall open. She’s waiting for whatever is coming next. Offering herself with her willing silence.
“You’re going to be mine today, aren’t you, precious? All of you. And I’m going to be yours.”
I don’t give her a chance to speak because I see her answer in her face. It's written in her eyes and the wa
y her shoulders drop, more and more with each of my words.
I step inside the door, my other arm finding its place in the small of her back, lifting her and spinning us around as I kick the door shut. I’m still fisting the small white box, my surprise gift, as my forearm tightens around her back to secure her body against mine.
Her chin lifts as I tug back on her hair.
“Drop your crutches. You know I’ll never let you fall.”
The aluminum immediately clatters to the floor, the black granite of the hallways sending the echoing noise through the open house.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, precious. Nothing exists that could match what I see right now. You promise me something okay?” I’m surprised when my voice cracks.
Her eyes widen more as she hears the emotion in my voice.
“What? I’ll promise you anything.” Her soft words are warm on my chin as I move us slowly down the hall keeping her soft body pinned to mine.
“You’ll take care of my heart, Leah.” It’s a struggle to keep my voice steady. I’m raw, exposed, and it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. And that’s scary as fuck. “Because it’s not mine anymore.”
Her hands move from my back to my neck, gripping tight, squeezing at the tension in the thick muscle there.
“I’ll promise that. But you have to promise me this...” She licks her lips then continues, “...you’ll do the same for mine. Because it’s been in your hands since that day you pulled me out of that dungeon. I was just too scared to admit it. You’ll never let me fall, Allister. I trust you with that.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of this? Making you mine. Making love to you for the first time?”
Her eyes sparkle as I step us backwards toward the bedroom.