Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  With a single move he had the other knee in his grip and she was up, straddling him standing up. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his massive shoulders. They were kissing endlessly. Her nightly rose up, exposing her thighs. His hands were on her skin.

  With her on him, he walked her into the house. She was too aroused to be nervous or to give thought to what was to happen next. She was too immersed in pure passion. It was a new wonder for her. She had never experienced anything like it.

  He climbed the winding staircase, with her wrapped around his torso, with ease. He could kiss and walk at the same time. Finally, she could tell by his footfall that he had reached the second floor. He lightly kicked the door.

  She had expected him to take them to the bedroom where she had just awakened. It was grand bedroom. But it was not half as grand as the one he took her took. This was sweeping and elegantly appointed, not that other one was shabby. He laid her down on a bed that had draped canopy. Her body felt as though she were sinking in a cloud.

  Charlie stood up straight. He unbuttoned his shirt. Hailey sat up with alarm.

  “What are you doing?” she asked with a delicate fright.

  Charlie bent over her, swept his fingers in her hair.

  “It will be fine, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  She looked into his eyes and her fear was grounded. She was not so afraid at all. He was about the most handsome husband she could have wished for. Somehow the way he looked and the way he made her feel when he touched her did much to cure any nervousness.

  Charlie slid his shirt from his magnificent body. His muscles were hard and defined. He rippled with definition, no doubt cut from all of the work he did. His shoulders were broad and his waist was tapered. He was so big and tall and wonderfully made that she was just not afraid.

  He gently pressed her back so she lay flat against the mattress. His hands found the hem of her nightgown. They trailed searing heat as he slid them up her naked thigh. When he got so far, her hand found his and she slowed him down. She would not allow his hand to go any higher

  “No?” he asked in a gentle flirtatious voice.

  He kissed her. It was her undoing. She melted from the inside out, her innards hot and wet as he swirled his tongue in her mouth. In this way he created a delicious distraction. The hem of her nightgown was up to her waist. A jolt of shock and thrill rushed her when that happened. She gasped against his lips.

  Charlie was smooth. He worked his pants off and felt her at the same time. The only thing Hailey was sure to do herself was the kissing part. She returned his kiss in her own clumsy passionate was. The widowed Hailey had such experiences to be sure; but this was an imposter Hailey. A younger maiden sister playing Hailey and as such she had never had such contact with a man.

  She didn’t mind it one bit though it was daunting. The fact that she was married gave her a certain fearlessness. Until she spied from her lowered lids that he was naked. His body was spectacular from head to toe but he had a raging hardness that she knew he meant to put into her body and she recoiled.

  Charlie took firm but gentle hold of her hips so that she could not scoot too far away from him. He now lay beside her and stroked her patiently. His kisses now moved. They trailed to the very sensitive line of her jaw, to just below her ear. A surge of powerful pleasure gripped and caused her to clutch at her core. A ragged cry tore from deep within her. She liked it when he kissed that spot a lot.

  “You don’t have to be nervous,” he whispered as he stroked her. “I am your husband. You are so safe with me.”

  Chapter Seven

  As his kisses went one way, his hands went another. They were lying face-to-face, side-by-side. His mouth potently pleasured the base of her neck, swelling her with arousal. His hands and his thighs worked to part her legs and to keep them open.

  His fingers found her center. His own touch was slick at the opening of her body. Nervousness and heat chorded within her and spread through her belly. She trembled against her lips but she was so excited, so filled with the intoxicating effects of his touch that she relented.

  He rose above her, brushed her hair with his hand, gazing into her eyes. She thought he was going to kiss her but he descended. He pushed back on his hands, placing his face where his fingers had been. He gripped her hips as he put his mouth on her.

  Hailey had some information from her sister about what went on between a man and a woman on their wedding night but this part was not in their frank conversation. According to her sister, this was the necessary part of being married. It wasn’t pleasant but it didn’t last long. That’s what she was told. Hailey wondered when the unpleasant part happened.

  Charlie’s tongue plunged into her. The opening of her body was filled with heat that flushed throughout her. She knew what he was doing to her was completely wicked but it was utterly irresistible. He pinched up the top of her sex, isolating it, batting it with the tip of his tongue. He showed her no mercy, unceasingly inflicting incredibly pleasure.

  She felt her chest tighten. The pleasure consumed her. It set her whole belly on fire. The strange and wonderful feeling bathed every part of her. Instinctively, her hips rocked up against his lips, searching and seeking more.

  Charlie slipped a finger inside of her. He stroked the walls of her sensitized channel, pressing every spot that sent her tumbling into deeper ecstasy. Hailey could hardly think. She writhed and pumped, completely possessed by passion. She wavered in and out of reality, floating on a cloud of unbelievable sensations and back to the reality of her handsome powerful husband with his shoulders underneath her knees.

  Finally, he laid her knees to either side of him so that they were wide. She was vulnerable the center of her in his plain view. She was drenched with her body fluid and his. She was drunk with arousal.

  He was now up above her, his fine body filling her vision. He was a spectacular looking man. His touch, his beauty, his gentleness. Hailey was infatuated with her new husband. Her eyes were glued to his face, mesmerized by it. His hands were between them, levering the tip of hardness to the center of her body.

  She felt the tip of him go inside of her. Her sister had described pain. So far she had experienced none. Charlie put his soft hot mouth on hers, plundering inside of her, sweeping ever surface, owning her. He slipped his arm beneath her lower back. With a single thrust he pushed into her.

  Hailey cried out. She arched against him, blinking as the jab of pain smarted. They both were still. Charlie took her jaw in his fingers and he looked her straight in the eye. His eyes were almost scolding as he studied her. He kissed her again, taking her lower lip between his teeth sometimes and gently nibbled.

  Finally, he moved. He pressed his thumb at the apex of her legs, working that spot vigorously. Her pleasure escalated almost unbearably. Hailey gripped his shoulders for dear life as he worked her and stroked her at the same time.

  Charlie was feverish, his wrist ministering her back and forth rapidly, while he pumped into her with wickedly slow movement. Hailey’s core coiled up. The pressure building and building. She was certain she would burst but he kept on. He clamped his lips at the sensitive base of neck, flicking the dip there with his tongue. She exploded.

  Spasms gripped her, clutching his hardness sending more pleasure throughout her. She was drenched with deliciousness. Her body exploded with unspeakable sweetness, every muscle of her belly rippling with it. Her thighs shook as he now took hold of her buttocks and drove into her.

  His hardness and his rhythm triggered more incredible sensation, seemed to cause the effect of the spasms to increase. It was nothing short of rapture. He moaned. It was like a lone sad wind that blew from him while her cries were shrill. Squeals.

  Hailey’s body pulsed with the glow of their union. She crumpled helplessly under him, in a state of complete bliss. He moved to the side of her, collapsed in the same state. He stroked her for the longest time until he withdrew from her. Physically and emotionally.

  As soon as t
heir pleasure moved on, Charlie made sure that she was nicely tucked in before rolling over and going to sleep. Hailey lay in the dark wondering if his going to sleep was customary on a wedding night. Her body was sore from travel and from their loving. She felt sort of empty. She felt sort of hurt.

  Chapter Eight

  When Hailey awoke, Charlie was not beside her. She expected as much for she slept well after sun up. She found the bathroom and washed up. Her body was fairly tender. She put on a fresh dress and apron and made her way down to the kitchen.

  “Good morning Mrs. Halverson,” said Willa.

  “Good morning Willa. Is Mr. Halverson about?” she asked.

  “I suspect he is out working. He should be in shortly to have some breakfast,” she said.

  Hailey sat a small table in the kitchen. Willa poured her coffee for her.

  “May I fix you some eggs?” she asked.

  Hailey was about to say yes but Charlie and Hale pushed through the door boisterously. Hailey and Charlie made eye contact immediately. His gaze made her quiver. Some of the warmth of the way he made her feel rekindled.

  “Eggs will have to wait, Willa. Mrs. Halverson and I are going to have a conversation,” said Charlie.

  Hailey search him with some confusion. She rose from the table having just had a taste of her coffee. She was fairly famished. But if her husband wanted to speak with her, she had to obey. She followed him out of the kitchen and out onto the front porch of the home.

  She stretched up on to her tiptoes to kiss his cheek but he gently thwarted her. Now she was definitely hurt. He regarded her with a scold. He held her hands in his. Her body was close to his.

  “I want you to tell me who you are,” he said candidly but in his always-soft voice.

  “I am your wife,” she replied, faking her confusion. He had figured something out awfully fast.

  He tilted his head with Warning. “The woman I wrote to said she was a widow and a mother. You tell me how when I laid with you last night that you did not feel like you were either of those things.”

  Hailey’s lip began to quiver. She could not control it. She gripped his iron hard bicep for support.

  “If you’ve made a mistake and there is something you need to tell me, I am here to listen,” he said softly.

  “Did what we share last night feel like a mistake?” she asked, choking back emotion.

  “No,” he replied, his voice as thick with that same emotion. “That’s why I am trying to understand.”

  “There’s nothing to understand,” she insisted.

  She could not bring herself to trust him all the way with the fact that she was an imposter. She had tried to pull the wool over his eyes and she didn’t have the nerve to fess up.

  “Well,” he said standing up straight. “I think that there is. Somewhere there was a falsehood played against me. We’re married, for now. I am not sure that that can’t be undone. I can send you back to Wichita and no one has to be the wiser. I’ll decide on that later. But for now we are man and wife at face value only. You will not be sharing my bed again.”

  Hailey thought she was going to be sick. If she told him what she did, he would send her back for sure.

  “There’s a party tonight celebrating our marriage,” he said. “Everyone here who works for me is excited about the fact that I tied the knot. You and I will act like we are every bit the happy bride and groom. And any time you want to be honest with me about who you really are or who you really were, you are welcome to do so. I will listen and I will be fair. Maybe you just made up the part about being a widow and a mother for some reason that I for life of me cannot come up with.”

  Hailey gripped the rail of the porch frozen with emotion. She hadn’t realized that he was watching her. So many times in the past few days turning her life upside down, she moved in and out of reality. She wasn’t sure what was real or what was true. She was worn out.

  And the prospect of facing her falsehood brought her sister and her sister’s entire family to mind. They were all gone. And she missed them dearly, especially her sister.

  As quietly as she could, Hailey sucked up the tears as they fell. She had to be discrete unless she attracted the wrong kind of attention. But her feelings were too powerful. She had to let them take their course.

  Charlie cast a giant shadow over her shoulder. She watched as their shadows merged into one. He swept her up into his arms and carried her upstairs.

  He lay her down on the bed of what she knew now to be the master bedroom.

  “I will tell Willa to bring you a tray,” he said softly.

  “I am not hungry,” she said stubbornly.

  “When you tell me the truth –”

  “Please close the door behind you,” Hailey said cutting him off with an uncharacteristic assertiveness. It was not her style to talk back or to be disrespectful but she could not be lectured now.

  Hailey cried her eye out until she fell back to sleep. She was still exhausted which probably contributed some to her emotional state. When she woke for the second time that day it was because Willa was fussing about in her room. Hailey sat up.

  “Willa, thank you so much for your help. I appreciate it. But I can manage,” she said.

  Thinking she was going to let the woman off the hook, Hailey actually bothered her. She continued to smooth a beautiful gown that she laid out for Hailey to wear to the party later that night.

  “There is something you can do for me if you don’t mind,” Hailey got out of bed. “Would you mind giving me a tour of the house? I would like to have a look at the bedrooms particularly. I want to know if Mr. Halverson has special uses for them.”

  “Special uses for them?” asked Willa.

  “I can be straight with you, can’t I?” Hailey started tremble. She was not going to cry.

  “Certainly,” said Willa.

  “I want to find a suitable room for myself. I feel like this is Mr. Halverson’s room and I don’t want to push him from it,” she said.

  “Oh dear,” said Willa.

  Hailey wiped a rogue tear that drizzled down her cheek.

  “The dress is lovely,” said Hailey. “When do I have to put it on?”

  “I thought you could sit and I could do your hair and that would put us at the right time to get dressed. We only have couple of hours till it begins,” said Willa.

  “And you probably have other things to do,” said Hailey. “You know I don’t mind pitching in and doing some of those things. I fully expected to anyway. I had no idea Mr. Halverson had a staff.”

  “He does, missus. My only task is to make a few light meals and to help you. He has a regular house staff for the bigger chores. So I have nothing else to do but help you dress,” said Willa.

  “Very well. We can worry about the room after I dress,” said Hailey.

  “Honestly, missus, Mr. Halverson doesn’t sleep in the house. He sleeps outside mostly or in the guest house or in the bunk house with the men.”

  Hailey didn’t know how to respond. She stripped out of her dress and let Willa fit her corset on.

  “Not so tight, Willa. It doesn’t make so much difference now,” she said forlornly.

  It didn’t matter. Hailey knew she had a naturally lithe and curvy figure so even without cinching her body up into an unnatural tininess, she would still look fashionable. But it didn’t matter that the man she wanted to look beautiful for had no interest in her so long as she was not the woman he sent letters to.

  Willa carefully rolled and pinned her long tresses into a beautiful array atop her head, leaving a sole lock cascading down her back. It fell like a waterfall ending in a curl. Hailey could feel it roll around as she walked.

  She stood still, holding her arms just so, so that Willa could press the opened fitted dress to her body. Willa worked fiendishly to fasten the hooks. Both women admired Hailey in swivel mirror.

  “You do good work Willa,” said Hailey, her mood lightened some by the beautiful clothes.

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bsp; But she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten last night, except for the biscuit Willa gave her, or that morning. And she had quite a lot of exercise the night before. Recalling that, Hailey burned with a fierce blush. She froze with arousal so momentarily intense that she could almost feel Charlie behind her kissing her neck.

  She shook her head from her daydream, with her arms embracing herself.

  “Willa I know there will be food tonight but I haven’t eaten since yesterday,” she said. “Can we go to the kitchen and get something?”

  “Let’s go,” said Willa. “I will fix you up some butter milk and biscuits.”

  That sounded absolutely divine to Hailey who was happy to have any appetite at all. As best as anyone could who wore a dress like her party dress, she hurried after Willa who for a woman of her age, spryly took the winding stairs down.

  Hailey was caught up with focusing on not tripping. She didn’t notice that she and Willa had caught the attention of a few men looking on, including Charlie. He was dressed for the party. He cut such a fine figure in a dress shirt and a waistcoat. He as the most handsome man she had ever seen. She caught his gaze forever seemed to be a mix of desire and scold.

  Her insides clutched. Her heart raced and she was wet for him. She wished that she were underneath him this very moment instead of out in the doghouse.

  “What are you two up to?” he inquired.

  Willa looked to Hailey who looked back at her.

  “I asked the question,” Charlie reminded them.

  “I am just getting a snack,” said Hailey.

  “She hasn’t eaten since before she got off the stage yesterday,” said Willa defensively. “Practically.”

  Everyone in the room knew she had a little something to eat.

  “Oh,” said Charlie, his eyes gathering. “I take full responsibility for the oversight last night. I should have insisted you eat a full meal.”

  “As do I,” said Willa. “A little bitty biscuit after a long ride is nothing ‘tall.”