ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories)

by Michelle Woodward

  “Anita, stay with me.”

  “What? Why?”

  “I honestly have no idea,” Lance shrugged. “A billionaire politician and a journalist don’t exactly make the best fuck mates, but I want you to stay. Spend the weekend with me; I would like to get to know you better.”

  Anita did not know what to say, and she felt her throat going dry when she tried to swallow. “The weekend?”

  “Yes, I wanna spend the weekend with you. I have a private place out of town in the countryside, and I want you to come there with me.”

  Anita could not believe what she was hearing. This was the chance that she had been waiting for a long time, the chance to get to really know Lance Whitefield.

  “But, the weekend time is going to be off the record, I can't risk a sexpose, it would ruin me. Promise me, please.”

  As if she would ever discuss her intimate sex life with anyone, much less a newspaper. But how could she spend so much time with him and not get the urge to unveil the skeletons in his closet? She could figure out a way to do it without arousing his suspicions. She’d experienced the fun part with him, but now it was time to get to work.

  “Yeah, you have a deal,” she said to him, trying to convince herself that she was going strictly because of work and not because she had some really serious feelings for him.

  *****

  “Are you out of your mind? Do you realize the sort of danger you are putting us all in if she finds out what you are? She is human.”

  Lance listened to Barry going on and on about the way it was dangerous for him to be going with a human being, aware that Anita was inches away from him in the limo. “I'm aware of the dangers.”

  “I think you have really lost it this time.”

  “I think so too.”

  “Being the alpha of the pack, I'm going to trust you on this one although I think that it is a really crazy idea.”

  “Thank you, Barry,” Lance said, hanging up and hoping that he was not right.

  He looked over at Anita, who was busy biting her lower lip, and he hoped that he was the reason for it. He felt his dick shifting in his pants and wondered how he could get so highly turned on by this bigger woman dressed in a tight fitting pair of jeans and a silk top. Seeing the way that her clothes hugged and caressed her body reminded him of how her skin felt against his. It had been almost twenty four hours since they had made love, and his dick was already aching to be deep inside her again. He felt as if his lust for her had only intensified and was still increasing until his alpha drive becomes complete. That would be when she becomes his completely. She had no idea that he was a werewolf and Lance could not think of a way to let her know. He wondered what she would think if she found out. Would she stay with him, or would she hightail it out of here and preach to the whole world?

  Thinking about it that way, there would be way too many ‘what ifs’ going through his mind. Spending the weekend with her would give him time to think of a way to break the news to her. After all, she was going to be by his side as he built the Whitefield dynasty. The Whitefield werewolves had been around for a very long time, and they were not alone. Lance hoped that someday, the humans would come to recognize werewolves and accept them into society.

  “I've never been to these parts before,” Anita mumbled, looking out of the window into the mountains as the limo made the climb. “It looks very beautiful.”

  Yes, she definitely was. He loved the beauty of his private place, but this time he intended to concentrate on the beauty of her body, her big breasts and fleshy, creamy thighs. He wanted to watch her running her tongue over her lips. Lance adjusted his erection in his pants. “I really love it too; you should come here in the summer. It’s awesome.”

  They finally arrived and luckily, no press lurked around the gate. This was going to be his time with her alone, and he did not want the whole world finding out about Anita and him, not just yet. If reporters were wolves, they would make excellent ones since they had the traits, such as hunting in packs.

  “Wow, this really is beautiful.”

  He followed her gaze to the house that stood on top of a hill overlooking the rest of the country side. There was a lake on one side of the house, and Lance loved this place. Here he was surrounded by nature, trees, fish and woods that he could run through tirelessly in his wolf form without anyone ever finding out. The chauffeur took their bags inside and then disappeared, and Lance led Anita into his home.

  “This place is stunning, Lance. I love the way that it is furnished in such a simple manner.”

  He was glad that she noticed. Most women would have already told him of how they would have liked the house refurnished with ornate stuff and all, especially knowing that he was a billionaire. “Thank you, I'm glad that you like it. Would you like something to drink?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  He led her into the kitchen and got a bottle of champagne out of the fridge, pouring them each a drink. “I have an idea, how about we sit in the Jacuzzi and look at the stars?”

  “Sounds like a plan, let me get my bathing suit,” she said, sipping on her drink.

  “I don’t really think that you'll need that, I've already seen you naked and I wanna see you naked again.

  She made as if to reply and then kept quiet. “Okay, I'll just get a towel for when we get out.”

  Lance smiled at her and then gave her the directions to the bedroom, where their luggage had been put. She had better get used to the fact that this weekend she was going to be his, and she would be spending most of it in his bed. He took the champagne bucket out to the Jacuzzi and then went and got a bowl of strawberries. He then stripped and got into the water, the heat from the water a nice contrast to the chilly air. The smell of the woods and the earth made him want to shift and run off into the woods like he would normally have done. That was one of the reasons that he had bought the property; it was like his sanctuary.

  His primal needs were strong, but he managed to force them away since there was no way that he could transform right now, not with Anita around. Once he had figured out a way to tell her the truth about himself, and if she ever accepted him, then he would transform. He still did not know what she would think. He had Barry run a background check and there really wasn’t much on her. She was twenty-five, lived with her parents and worked for her father. She was single and was extremely intelligent. The only thing that put him off was the fact that she was a journalist, but he could not stop her from doing what she loved. If she ever found out his secret, Lance hoped that she would keep it quiet, because his whole life depended on it. Anita soon arrived without any clothes on and stepped into the water. Lance moved over to the other side of the tub, pulling her towards him so that she sat in between his legs looking away from him, and wrapped his hands around her middle.

  “I love the scenery from here; it is as if the moon touches the water in the lake,” he said.

  *****

  Anita nodded although she could barely concentrate on the lake, her body more tuned into the huge erection against her back, and the fact that his hands were under her boobs. “It is very beautiful.”

  “Beautiful as you are, honey,” he said, licking her neck.

  Anita shivered at the touch of his hot tongue, and she felt her nipples hardening with desire. He nibbled her neck, and Anita felt as if she was going to die. Lance rocked his penis against her ass and Anita shivered as if every movement was the first time.

  “You have a very beautiful body, Anita; I've always wanted a woman with a body as hot as yours. It makes me want to fuck you over and over,” he said, his words making her dizzy as her pussy quaked with the need to have his cock buried deep inside it.

  She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, to touch him, taste him and do all of the things that she had always dreamed of. Maybe this was her only chance with this man who seemed to know all the right buttons to touch for her. She shifted her face to look at him and their lips fused together, his tongue beginning t
o caress hers and the sensations making her toes curl. Lance moved his hands over her breasts and began plucking her nipples, a pleasant wave shooting all the way to her needy sex. Getting off his lap, she got onto her knees in the tub.

  “Stand up, I wanna taste you.”

  He did as she ordered, his cock standing erect inches away from her face. She reached her head forward, wrapping her lips around the head to begin sucking on it to get a taste of the salty precum that had already formed at the tip. She wound her tongue around the shaft and began to draw it deeper and deeper into her mouth as she cradled his balls, sucking on him greedily.

  “Fuck, Anita, that feels good,” Lance said, moving his hips forward and forcing his dick deeper into her mouth.

  She continued to massage his balls lightly as she pumped her mouth up and down on the shaft. Anita loved every inch of the cock, loving the way that it was stretching her jaws. She felt a sense of power since she was the one in control now, controlling him with her mouth, her tongue, and she was rewarded by a groan.

  “Enough, Anita, I need my cock inside your pussy right now,” he said, his heavy voice husky with desire.

  “Not just yet, honey,” Anita smiled up at him.

  “No, Anita, I want it now,” he said turning her around and guiding her towards the opposite side of the tub.

  She held on to the edge of the tub and Lance moved behind her, positioning his thighs behind hers, the tip of his cock poking the entrance of her slit. He held her by the hips, pulling her ass higher into the air before he slipped his hand in between her thighs, pressing a finger into her aching sex. Anita couldn’t help but to cry out as his fingers invaded her pussy deliciously, her juices pouring over them.

  “I wanna make love to you, Anita, nice, sweet and slow. I wanna look into your eyes as I make you come over and over, and I wanna listen to you begging me for more. But not now, right now I wanna fuck you hard and rough like it is the end of the world, okay?”

  Anita could barely think. The ferocity with which the words were said reflected the intense desire that she felt. She craned her neck, looking behind her into his eyes as she nodded her head. “Fuck me, Lance; fuck me like I belong to you.”

  Growling, Lance turned her around and then holding her firmly by the hips, he drove his cock hard into her, slamming it into her vagina. Anita screamed, loving the way that his thickness filled her, as she pushed herself backwards to meet him. Her pussy squeezed his cock as he began pumping it in and out of her, and Anita felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. The pleasure was intense even as Lance leaned forward and began licking her spine. Suddenly, he had changed from the well composed billionaire politician to an animal guided by primal lust. That was exactly how she wanted him, like an animal, and she welcomed his cock into her aching cunt. At least he trusted her this much to show her that he could also fuck like an animal, and she demanded for him to fuck her harder, harder to the point where it could challenge her edges. He was the only one that could satisfy the needs of her aching, horny body.

  She screamed out as a monster climax knifed through her sex, her whole body trembling with the intensity. Lance continued to fuck her hard, pinning her down with his teeth on her shoulder until she felt his seed exploding deep inside her. He then pulled his cock out and began stroking her. Anita felt as if all of her strength had left her, but he carried her out of the tub and to the bedroom, placing her into the sheets and getting in next to her. Too exhausted to think, she drifted off to sleep.

  A few hours later Anita woke up agitated with a fever and chills. Her heart was racing as she looked over at the gorgeous man asleep at her side. She felt tingling vibrations at her finger tips and had an urge to jump out of the window and run wildly into the woods. What’s happening to me? Anita thought as she walked towards the mirror on the wall. She turned on the floor lamp beside the mirror and gazed at herself and gasped in disbelief. Her clear blue eyes had changed to a fiery amber color and her gaze was piercing. In a trance-like state, Anita turned the lamp off and went back into bed. She felt claw-like nails start to grow from her finger tips as she ran her hand down the back of the senator.

  THE END

  Bad Boy’s Love Child

  Jen wasn't the kind of woman to seek out bad boys, but they always seemed to find her. Lately they weren't the stereotypical kind of thugs, which she had to admit to herself was a nice change. She thought about it as she worked her ass on the step machine at her gym. Most of the thug type of bad boys she'd met had been a bad idea from the very start, with almost no redeeming qualities save for sex and danger; and both of those things, she was learning, could be offered to her by almost anyone. She wasn't sure what did it for her when it came to boys being rebels, maybe it had something to do with how her first boyfriend had broke her heart while wearing a leather jacket—he'd slipped his hand up her best friend's skirt during a home football game. That had been the end of it, or so Jen had thought, but now it seemed like the entire affair kept coming back to haunt her.

  The stair step machine was stet on a high intensity work out, and as it ramped up Jen had to step faster and faster. It wasn't something that she didn't mind because it allowed her mind to work independently form her body, something that not many of the other machines accomplished very well. All of the rest of them, to include the treadmill, didn't really allow her to escape herself via her own thoughts when she was using them. She'd tried everything, even jogging outside, but the only thing that really pulled her mind out of herself was the stair step machine. So as she stepped she kept thinking about her first love, and how everything had been so right for a few weeks before going so wrong. She wondered how he'd been able to haunt her all these years, popping up again and again in the form of other boys just like him.

  Maybe there was more to it, and she was just trying to simplify it in order to make it less of a big deal in her mind. Jen considered this, and it sounded like it was a very real possibility. She thought about her last boyfriend and how things had gone. His name had been Brad, and he hadn't been such a bad guy, when he was sober. But Brad was only sober when he wanted to be, and that meant most of the time when their relationship started. But as time went on and he became more secure and settled in the relationship, she realized that the drunk Brad who she hated so much was a very real part of her life. She'd begged Brad to quit drinking when he'd first shown his true colors as an alcoholic, but that hadn't done too much good. He'd only started to hide it, and he could only hide it until he was drunk. By the time he was drunk any pretense of Brad being anything but smashed out of his mind went entirely out the window.

  As Jen worked her quads on the stair step machine she thought back to the night it had all fallen apart between her and Brad. She'd taken them out to a nice restaurant and they'd eaten a delicious meal. She'd been loving every second of it, especially how well behaved Brad was being—it wasn't everyday that she could get him to act right. But then she'd had to take a call from work; one of her clients that was a bit of a celebrity was worried about how secure the massage parlor she worked at was. She'd assured the client that everything would be all right, that the parlor had never had any problem in the past keeping clients happy with their privacy, and she didn't think that was going to happen anytime in the near future. And that had been that. A conversation of maybe six minutes, and for sure not much more than that. Maybe another minute onto the total talk time if she counted the walk out of the restaurant and the walk back in; she didn't like to speak with clients in restaurants because of the way that people listened in and gossiped like anyone cared what they thought.

  When she walked back to her table she found it empty. Jen knew right away what had happened, but she tried not to look at the bar. She knew what she was going to find if she looked. She already knew. But she looked anyway, and there he was, sitting at the bar hunched over, staring down into his drink like he'd find whatever answers that alluded him at the bottom. How many drinks had he had already? And would he be able to stop? Thos
e were two things that she needed to find out, and right then. So she walked over to the far end of the bar and acted like she was ordering a drink. When the bartender walked over she told him that she was the girlfriend of the guy at the other end of the bar and she just wanted to know how many he'd had before she approached him.

  “He's had about eight so far,” the bartender said. “And he told me that you'd pay for it. Listen, I'm sorry if I shouldn't be serving him. I had no idea that this would be a problem.”

  “It's not a problem,” Jen said. “Yet, anyway. Let me see how he is.”

  Jen had approached him like he was some kind of bomb, ready to go off at any moment. She knew that acting as such wasn't the fairest she could be to Brad, but then again it wasn't very fair to her that after she left to take a quick work call he'd sprinted over to the bar and immediately started downing drinks.

  “Hey sweetheart,” Jen said as she approached. “How are you?”

  “How am I?” Brad had asked. “Well isn't that a hell of a question? You just come up to me and ask me how I am? Well, let me tell you something, I'm not well. I haven't been well in a very long time. And I've been trying to tell you that, but every time I bring it up you just start hassling me about drinking again, like I haven't heard it enough! I know I shouldn't be drinking! Don't you think that I know that? It isn't the drinking all by itself. It's a lot of things. Things I can't escape or forget.”

  Brad always became very vague whenever he got drunk. He liked to talk about a history he had that he'd never talked to her before when he was sober. When everything had just started to unravel she'd been intrigued by this supposed back story that she wasn't privy to, but since things had gone on this way for awhile now she was starting to wonder if Brad just wasn't full of shit. Jen never got the chance to find out. She left him that night. Stormed out of the restaurant after throwing some money down on the table. She never spoke with Brad again, and she was glad for that. That had been a few months ago, but she hadn't gone on a date or even slept with anyone else since then.