Stand By Your Man: (Three Bad Boy Romance Novellas)

by Peter Presley

  I put the card in my pocket. “Like I said, I can handle him. But thanks.”

  After we had our coffees, I took Sherri to her apartment. The good thing is it’s one of those fancy high rises where you have to be buzzed in to get in the door. I could tell she lived in a fancy place as soon as I entered her neighborhood. Money all the way. Now, she’s secure in her apartment, and she says she can hire protection if she needs to. She doesn’t know me. I could be her protection if she did. Not the kind she would hire, but much better than she could ever hire. But she’s out of my league. The moment she said she was an attorney, it was like I forgot how to speak.

  Forty-One

  Sherri

  Wow! What a night. I should have stayed home like I was originally going to do when Bruno asked me to go to the bar with him. I have some paperwork I could have done instead of getting into this mess. But had I stayed home, I never would have met Gino.

  Oh God! What is wrong with you, Sherri? Why are you turned on by these muscle men who just want to brawl and get into trouble? Why can’t you go for one of those clean cut types at the law firm?

  Because they bore me to tears, that’s why. I’m Sherri Lewis, and I’m an attorney at Laker and Frank. At only 27, I’ve done well for myself in the law, but I’ve always done well for myself when it comes to getting ahead. All through school, all I ever received was A’s, except for one B and that was in Chemistry, although I still think the professor made a mistake. Getting good grades and getting good summer jobs and internships was never a problem for me.

  I also never had a problem with my looks. I’ve always been pretty, always been one of the most popular girls in school. I wasn’t a nerd like the kind of nerd you usually think of. I was a pretty girl who got good grades.

  What has been a problem for me has been one word - men. I just can’t seem to settle on a good one. You see, I come from an upper class family that care about things like behavior and acting polite. They always wanted to see me date someone who they feel is on par with the way I was raised.

  Except, I haven’t wanted that. I’ve tried. I have. But there’s something about muscles and tattoos and poor grammar and a dangerous past that draw me in. Maybe its because I’ve always been a good girl. Oh, I might show leg or maybe some cleavage when I dress, but I make sure not to go full out slutty, you know? I keep it understated. One of my loser boyfriends told me I was a dick tease. I don’t think I’m a dick tease.

  Anyway, every guy I’ve ever dated has turned out to be wrong for me, and Bruno is probably the worst of the bunch. He doesn’t hit me, but he’s been known to grab me or hold my arm too tight. But what happened tonight is something that has never happened before. He grabbed me so forcefully I fell. Honestly, I think it surprised him too, because he made sure to leave the bar right away and just leave me with Gino.

  I’ve wanted to end it with Bruno anyway, but to be honest, I was scared to. I didn’t know what he would do to me. But even though he’s said he’s done with me, I don’t believe it. I believe he’ll be back. And meanwhile, I can’t stop thinking about Gino.

  So now there’s this Gino guy. You should see him. Bruno was good looking, don’t get me wrong, but this Gino guy is hot as hell. When I met him, I couldn’t even look at him for long. I didn’t want Bruno to know that I had the hots for the guy. So when he asked me to go to the coffee shop, I didn’t say no, because I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to get to know him some more.

  Forty-Two

  Gino

  It’s been about a week since I’ve been fired. I’ve got enough cash in the bank to last me a couple of years. So it’s not that. It’s becoming what I used to be. I can’t sit around this apartment and do nothing. I gotta keep busy. I could go and look for another bouncer job, but I don’t know if I want to. My old life is calling me, and it would be really easy for me to return to it.

  Another thing that’s going on is that I’m thinking about Sherri. We just sort of ended it, you know? I took her to coffee; we talked, and then I took her to her fancy apartment. That was it. If we never speak to each other again, that would be normal based on the way we left it. But I’ve got her business card. She wants me to call her if Bruno comes after me, but I want to call her anyway. I want to see what this Sherri is about.

  Now my doorbell is ringing. Who the fuck is that?

  I open the door. “Mr. Mancini?”

  “Yeah?” The guy hands me an envelope. I take it.

  “You’ve been served,” he says.

  I slam the door in his face. What the fuck? So Bruno wants to deal, huh? I’m calling Sherri, and this will be a good cover to get her to talk to me.

  “So you’ve been served, huh? I told you that would happen.”

  “Yeah, I know. You said you had some contacts for me. What do you say you and me meet for dinner tonight?”

  “Dinner? I said I had some contacts for you. I didn’t say anything about dinner.”

  “Yeah, but you need to eat, don’t you?”

  Sherri laughs. “I happen to be very busy.”

  “Too busy for me?”

  She goes quiet on the other end. If this Sherri didn’t want to have dinner with me, she wouldn’t have to think about it, would she?

  “Okay . . . dinner. But that’s it. This is strictly a professional meeting.”

  “Yeah, sure. I’m good with that.”

  I pick Sherri up from her lawyer’s office because she’s still working when it’s time for dinner. As she walks to my car I see her looking around nervously, just like she did when we left the bar that night. She gets in the car.

  I give her a kiss on the cheek. She looks at me funny after I do that, but I don’t care. I wanted to do it.

  She looks like she about to say something, but I say something first. “You’re still worried about him, aren’t you? I saw the way you walked to my car.”

  She snaps her seatbelt. “I’m just being careful, is all. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about that.” She takes a deep breath. “Gosh I’m starved. Where exactly are you taking me?”

  “Carnival has got some excellent food. It’ll do you good.”

  She looks at me. “Oh? What is that supposed to mean?”

  I laugh. “All it means is that if you sit down, relax and eat you’ll feel a lot better. That’s all it means.”

  “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little on edge.”

  “It’s because of that jerk-off. I know.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I just know. You need protection.”

  She looks out her window. “I can take care of myself.”

  “Then you need to learn how to defend yourself.”

  She laughs. “Wow! What makes you think I can’t do that?” She looks at me again. “Stop making assumptions, Gino.”

  “Is that what I’m doing?”

  “Yes! That’s what you’re doing.”

  Forty-Three

  Sherri

  Oh my God, as I sit here in this car, I can’t believe how wet I am. Let’s face it; I’m horny. Period. There’s no other reason for me to constantly put myself in these situations. Now, I admit, I’ve had a few glasses of wine. So maybe I’ll feel differently in the morning.

  I look over at Gino, and he looks back at me with a grin that seems to be a bit self-satisfied. But, it’s not like I’m protesting. He caught me and with barely any resistance. And if I’m going to be perfectly frank all I can think about right now is his strong, buff body on top of mine. God, these men make me so damn horny.

  Gino sends me another glance. “What are you thinking about?”

  I lean my head against the seat. “You know what I’m thinking about. How much longer before we get to your place?”

  He laughs. “About ten minutes. Unless you want me to pull over and we can do it right here.”

  Now, I laugh. “Just take me to your apartment, and it had better be clean, or I’m leaving.”

  “Well . . . it’s clean enough, for a dude. Anyw
ay, once I get you into my bed, I doubt you’ll care.” He smiles at me with the most wicked grin. I was wet before, but I’m drenched now.

  “You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “All I know is, you wouldn’t be in this car, letting me drive you to my place, if you didn’t want to be here.”

  “Okay, I’ll give you that. Just drive, mister.”

  I get out of Gino’s car, take his hand and walk to his apartment. Instinctively I look around. I can’t help it. This thing with Bruno has me so on edge. Gino is so right. I’m such a faker. I wish I could tell Gino the truth, that I’m scared to death of Bruno and what he could do to me and to my world. I hold Gino’s hand a little tighter.

  “We’re here, baby,” he whispers.

  As soon as the door opens, I walk inside. He turns on the light and closes the door. It’s a nice apartment, nicely furnished and surprisingly clean for a bachelor.

  “Nice place,” I say.

  Gino puts his hands on my waist and kisses my neck. “Thanks.”

  I turn around to face him, look into his eyes, and plant a kiss on his lips. We stay locked in place for at least a minute. He’s a better kisser than Bruno.

  “Is my apartment clean enough for you?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!” I kiss him again, although this time longer and harder.

  He picks me up and I let out a squeal. He’s taking me to his bedroom, and I can hardly wait.

  Gino throws me on the bed face up. He’s standing at the edge of the bed staring at my body. My eyes scan the room, and I wonder how many women he’s had in here. He climbs over me, flips me over and slaps my butt.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan.

  “You like that?”

  He’s aroused a part of me I haven’t revealed to him. Yes, I like it when my butt gets spanked. “Yeah, I do.”

  He slaps me again. “Like that?”

  I click off my heels, and he moves back as I pull my leggings off, revealing only my thong underwear. He’s never seen my bare butt, but I’m ready to get naked with this guy. “Yes, like that!”

  His strong hands are around my ankles, then running up my calves, taking his time. I wiggle my butt, trying to entice him back to where he was before. He chuckles and I swear even that increases how wet I am. When he runs his hands over the backs of my thighs he’s going even slower just to torture me. Then he’s back where I want him to be; straddling me, his hands on my ass.

  First he just runs his hands over my cheeks with a soft touch that almost tickles, then it’s firmer and he’s giving the occasional squeeze.

  “Sherri, you’ve got the most beautiful butt I’ve ever seen.”

  I wiggle it again, letting him know I appreciated the compliment. His fingers are occasionally brushing the tops of my inner thighs. It’s all I can do not to part them and tilt my ass back so they touch me deeper but I don’t want to distract him. I want more of what he gave me earlier. And I get what I want. One of the stroking hands is raised and quickly brought back down with a sharp slap. He follows it with a soothing rub, then again, and again.

  “I’m making your ass red. Are you sure you want more?”

  I appreciate his concern. I always appreciate it when a guy cares about how I feel, but I want another slap. “Yes, I want more!”

  I’m not one to beg but it comes accompanied by a little whimper as he spanks me again, harder this time, three in quick succession before he gives it that rub to take the sting out of it. My ass is feeling hot and tingly, almost as hot as my pussy. I’m getting wetter with every smack. My thighs are wet and I wonder if he sees that, if he can smell the scent of my arousal, if this is turning him on as much as me.

  I soon get my answer. He drapes himself over my body, his hard dick pressing against me. Then he whispers in my ear. “You know, the hornier you get, the more pain you can take.”

  I shudder as both his breath and his words cause tingles to run down my spine. I don’t have long to wonder what he had in mind as my thong is pulled aside and two fingers slide inside me. With all the hot and heavy stuff on the way here and the spanking, I really don’t need any more foreplay. I’m more than ready. He knows it now too, letting out a groan at how hot and wet I am.

  He carries on fingering me while I hear him unbuckling his belt with his other hand. He gives a grunt of frustration as he struggles with something and his fingers slip out. I hear the sound of clothing being frantically removed. I wonder what I’m missing being face down and not able to watch but I get the feeling I’m about to find out.

  I’m right. His hands are on my ankles again and he yanks me closer to the end of the bed, then his hands are around my waist, pulling me up onto all fours. I receive another spank for my willingness to comply and then his mouth is there, kissing away the sting. Damn, this is so hot! Mean and tender at the same time.

  I hear him fiddle with something and I can tell it’s a condom wrapper. I appreciate this guy even more now. I didn’t have to ask him. He just did it.

  I tremble with excitement as he parts my legs a little more. I know what’s coming. Not being able to see is adding to the hotness of all this and I can suddenly see the appeal of blindfolds. I didn’t realize I was so kinky. Maybe I just needed the right guy to explore with.

  I don’t have any more time to think about it as I feel the swollen head of his cock probing me and then he’s in, right up to the hilt.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  I can’t help but let out a moan. It’s so satisfying to be filled by his big, hard, dick. I rock back, my ass hitting an almost solid abdomen. He pushes back against me and I feel him even deeper, almost to the pit of my stomach.

  He took the hint that this girl was ready and willing to take everything he had to give and still want more. He pulls nearly all the way out before plunging back in, fucking me with his full length. One hand leaves my waist and another slap on my ass takes me by surprise. Now he’s pounding me, his cock ramming in and out, his balls slapping against me, and his hand spanking, hard and firm.

  I’m in fucking and spanking heaven and I let go of any restraint. If he’s going to whip me like a rodeo bronco then I’m going to act like one. With every powerful thrust I slam back against him just as hard, my ass high in the air, my cheeks on fire, my pussy hot and wet. My clit’s throbbing and begging for attention but I’m close to coming anyway. I can feel it building, the assault on my ass and pussy too much, too glorious.

  “Gino! Oh God, yes, I’m coming.” It even takes me by surprise when it happens. I explode around his hard dick with practically no warning.

  I’m rewarded with both hands on my waist again and him pulling me in tight and hard, pumping me like a jackrabbit as I ride out my orgasm. It’s barely finished when one hand reaches round and rubs my clit frantically in time with his rapid thrusts. My orgasm this time takes me into orbit and I’m soaring, flying, and he’s right there with me. Everything is tensing as he erupts inside me, his cock spurting and jerking.

  He collapses on my back, breathing heavily. I feel him twitch and jerk, my tensing muscles milking him.

  My legs are shaking. He pulls out and his mouth is on my ass, licking and kissing, using it to soothe the burning sting but finally I collapse down on the bed, a satisfied smile on my face, his even smugger as he lies down beside me.

  “Damn, that was hot,” I tell him.

  “You only came twice,” he says with a stern look. “Next time it’ll be more.”

  “Hell, I’m up for that.”

  Forty-Four

  Sherri

  You learned something about me, didn’t you? I’m not a BDSM girl. I don’t practice that lifestyle all the time. That’s not something I do. Not knocking those who do it 24/7, but that’s just not me. But there are times when I like to get my butt spanked. I started liking that when one of my boyfriends introduced me to it and that was about five years ago. So I guess I’ve liked it for a long time.

  But now I’m lying here
in Gino’s bed wondering why I allowed myself to get into this situation again. He is hot; I can’t deny that, and he’s got the firmest hands I’ve ever seen. But I’m barely out of my relationship with Bruno. Why would I put myself in this situation again? Why can’t I ever learn? See, I knew I’d have remorse.

  I look at him as he lies next to me. His eyes are closed, but he’s not fooling me. I can tell that he’s not really sleeping. I put my hand on his arm, muscular and firm, and I wonder what he’s thinking.

  Gino opens his eyes. When he does I laugh. “You must think I’m some sort of a sex freak, don’t you?”

  “What, because you like to get your tush spanked? What’s wrong with that?”

  “Well . . .nothing, of course I’m just bored at my job. I think that’s why I keep doing . . .”

  “Doing what?”

  “Doing stupid stuff, like going to bed with the first hot guy I see.” I sit up. “This is ridiculous. I’m barely out of my relationship with Bruno and now here I am with you.”

  Gino rubs my shoulder. “And?”

  “So don’t think I’m easy. I’m just mixed up right now.”

  “I’m not judging you . . . you really need to chill.”

  “I know, I know.” I look around. “Where are my clothes? Did they fall under your bed? I really need to get dressed and get out of here.”

  “Why do you need to leave so soon? I’m not thinking anything, Sherri. I’m just relaxing. Besides, you said you’ve got some names for me. Right?”

  “Yes,” I move out of the bed. “I have an attorney who would be good for you. He’s a friend and he’s local.”

  “Good, and I’ve got something I want to do for you now, too.”

  “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m just giving you a name.”