ROMANCE: Stolen by the Alien Lord (BBW Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Science Fiction Paranormal Short Stories)

by Knightingale, Fiona

  He could feel her taut nipples brush against his chest and he dug his nails into her lower back to hold her against his chest. She pulled away from his mouth and raked her teeth across the top of his shoulder, eliciting a groan from his mouth. It was a groan of pain, but not from her teeth. The pain was from the intense throbbing under the fly of his jeans. He thrust himself against her, needing friction to relieve the painful pressure.

  Greyson bowed his head towards her chest, and she buried her hand in his hair, urging him closer to her skin. He lightly flicked one nipple with his tongue, wanting to torment her as much as the memory of her had been tormenting him. He wanted to make her scream his name before she even reached her first climax.

  He cupped the curve of her ass with both hands and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed behind them. He tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed and knelt in front of her spread thighs. His fingers tickled her tummy as he teased at the fly of her jeans.

  Char reclined backwards on her elbows and looked down at Greyson through heavily lidded eyes. Greyson slowly inched the zipper down to reveal the small triangle of cobalt blue lace and left a trail of damp kisses down the outer edges of the fabric.

  When he looked up at her face, he could see the desire in those green eyes and he lost the ability to tease her. In one swift motion, he yanked the jeans and the panties off her body and stood back up to lean over her.

  He unfastened his own jeans and whipped them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock stood at attention and pointed up at an angle between his stomach and her face. She showed him a sexy half-smile and slowly ran her fingertips up the sensitive underside, making it twitch and making him groan. His fingers tickled her swollen lips and slid easily through in her wetness. He found the tiny slippery pearl nestled inside and circled it slowly, watching as her lips fell open in a silent gasp.

  He crawled up on the bed as she parted her thighs for him, and he rubbed just the tip of his cock against her, making her hips wriggle underneath him. He ground himself against her, spreading her wetness around all over both of them before sliding easily inside her warmth.

  Greyson felt his balls tighten up and he willed them to take it easy and lower back down. Char wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her heels just above his ass. Her body rose to meet his for every thrust, and he could feel her inner muscles tighten against him. He slid back and forth, watching as her breasts bounced with every motion. Greyson bent forward and nipped her bottom lip.

  Her whole body tensed up and he felt her pussy grip him tightly as she gasped and moaned. Suddenly, her hips thrust upwards to him roughly and his cock was surrounded by a flood of liquid. He grunted deep in his chest and thrust inside her hard, feeling every jet of his cum fill her body. Afterwards, he collapsed on top of her and panted for breath in the darkened room.

  She wriggled her hips underneath him, making his hips twitch as she tormented his very sensitive cockhead. He rolled off and out of her, and exhaled loudly.

  “Damn,” he whispered hoarsely.

  “Ditto,” she grinned.

  She slowly dragged herself off the bed and fished around for her clothes. Once she was dressed, she ambled over to him and ran her fingertips over his lower belly.

  “Catch you later,” she whispered as he was drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Greyson woke up the next morning trying to remember if it had all been a dream or had it really happened. He was still naked so something happened, and then he saw the little blue G-string sitting on the pillow next to him and he grinned.

  As sexy as he had imagined her to be, she had been more. Her body had been beautiful under those oversized clothes and her playful taunting had ramped up his cock like none of those stupid bleached bimbos. Sometimes their eagerness made it easy, but sometimes it made things way too boring. He liked the challenge and the chase.

  He eventually dragged himself out of bed, dressed in his race attire, and pointed the Charger towards the estate. A hot shower and a huge breakfast were the only things on his mind.

  Mr. Anders met him with a cup of coffee and he drank it on his way to his master suite. He could still smell her on his skin and he groaned softly as he remembered how tight and wet she had been around his cock. He regretted not feeling her lips and tongue on him, but there was always next time.

  After his shower, he headed back downstairs in his bathrobe for breakfast. The sweet chef had a large wedge of frittata waiting for him, along with fruit and toast and more coffee. She made the best frittata he had ever eaten, with sharp cheddar cheese, mushrooms, spinach, diced tomatoes and plenty of white onions. He slathered on the salsa for a kick and dug into the mess. After breakfast, he filled his coffee mug one more time and returned to the sanctuary of his master suite.

  Before he knew what happened, the weekend slipped away from him and it was Monday again. Back to the boardroom and away from the Charger. He tried not to resent the job since it was what afforded him his luxurious lifestyle, but it was sometimes hard to enjoy the best things money can buy when you had no time to enjoy them.

  The business side of his life was picking up rapidly and his assistant was making the necessary travel plans. He was annoyed that the Charger was in dry dock for an extended period of time, but he had to mind the suit part of his world as much as the denim part.

  One week became two and then became a month. A month became two and then several. He spent his time at the office or on the corporate jet, in the boardroom, in his office, and occasionally in his own bed. Greyson became increasingly annoyed with his schedule and irritated with his staff, both at the office and at the estate. He hardly had time for a good game of tennis, let alone a Friday night to go race the Charger. Every so often he would stop by and tell her hello when his driver was picking him up for work, but that was as close as he got. The image of Char’s green eyes and full pink lips never floated far from his memory, but there just had not been an opportunity.

  Suddenly, there was a Friday night that he was in town and without any place to be. He almost jumped up and down in his penthouse office when his assistant told him. At five o’clock on the dot, he tore out of the office and practically forced his driver to speed all the way home.

  Greyson did not even acknowledge Mr. Anders at the door, and tossed his suit in the corner of his room as he fished around for his jeans and tee shirt. He was back out the door within minutes, and the Charger roared down the driveway and around the corner.

  He pulled into the burger joint, and strolled in with a smile on his face. He ordered up the bacon double cheeseburger, a large order of fries, and a bucket of Coke. The meal was one of his favorites, but he could not remember when it had ever tasted so good. After he inhaled the entire meal, he refilled the soda cup and headed over to the racing area.

  His brunette, Char, was waiting with her brother. She wore the same oversized jeans and tee shirt, with her shimmering chestnut waves pulled into the same simple bun. He pulled up and parked next to them, and climbed out of the car.

  His cock twitched when he caught the powdery fresh scent of her skin, but he tried to remain smooth and aloof as he approached them. The younger brother, who was probably never smooth and aloof one day in his entire life, came bouncing up to him.

  “Dude, I haven’t seen you in like forever! Where the hell you been?”

  “Been busy, man. Good to see you,” Greyson tried to be polite but he never took his eyes off Char.

  Char gave him half a nod but made no real motions towards him. Greyson just assumed that she was trying to stay distant with her brother around.

  Eventually the little pipsqueak wandered off to look at some of the other cars, and Greyson approached her in what he hoped was a casual manner.

  “Hey there,” he started.

  “Can we go somewhere?” Char responded.

  “Sure thing. Now or uh…” his voice drifted off into the unspoken question.<
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  “I think now.”

  He ushered her into the Charger and sped off, leaving everyone at the racing site baffled and curious. Once they arrived at his dinky little apartment, he showed her inside and closed the door behind them.

  Greyson had a hunger in his eye and a stiffening in his crotch, but the way she perched on the edge of the bed made him stop and reconsider his approach.

  “You okay?”

  “Not really. But I didn’t know how to find you.”

  Greyson dropped into the recliner and rested his arms against his knees. “Go on.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Chapter Nine

  The breath whooshed out of Greyson in a long slow deep exhale.

  “I see. Is it mine?”

  “I have to assume it’s either yours or immaculate conception. I haven’t been with anyone else in about a year.”

  “I see.

  “Look, I’m not expecting anything. I mean, I can see you don’t have much to spare.” She gestured around the small sparsely-furnished apartment.

  Greyson sat back in the recliner and tried to keep his face impassive even as the thoughts raced through his brain.

  “I can help,” he offered vaguely. “What do you plan to do?”

  “Well…” Char’s voice trailed off and she stared at her fingers twisted together.

  “I know, it’s not really my decision, but I am curious.”

  “I know, it’s just… I think I’ll be keeping the baby.”

  Greyson nodded slowly, absorbing everything as quickly as he could. He looked at her face hard, and suddenly became aware that she was crying. He flung himself to kneel in front of her.

  “Hey, c’mon, it’s okay. We can figure it out, okay? I’m not gonna just disappear.”

  “You did for a while.”

  “Yeah, but in my defense, I didn’t know.”

  She nodded, the tiny tears slipped over her cheeks.

  “So you, you want the baby?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I think so. I don’t know. See, I don’t have any family other than my doofus brother. Our parents died a few years ago, and I’ve been raising him. But it would just feel weird to not keep family.”

  Greyson rested his forehead on her knee, “I don’t have family either. I mean, not really. My mom disappeared years ago and my father died a few years back. I have some extended family types, but I don’t have anything to do with them.”

  Char laid her hand on his muscular back and rested her forehead against the back of his head.

  “Wanna stay here tonight?” he offered hopefully.

  “Yes please,” she whispered.

  She fell asleep still clothed and wrapped in his arms. Greyson lay in the dark room and stared at the cracked and dirty ceiling.

  What the fuck, he thought. What am I going to do? There’s no way she knows who I am really. If she did, I would have heard about this through some tabloid magazine or her lawyer. But I have to tell her. I can’t let her find out somewhere else; then the lawyers will really get involved. I guess... I have space enough. Maybe they can have the pool house. No the guest house would be better. It’s bigger and has at least two bedrooms. And a kitchen.

  As he drifted off to sleep, one more thought tickled his overtaxed mind.

  I can’t turn away family either.

  The next morning, Char was still there when he woke up so he roused her gently.

  “Í have something I need to show you,” he whispered softly.

  She nodded sleepily, and he was sorely tempted to crawl back in bed next to her. He took a deep breath before firing up the Charger and heading towards the estate. He pulled into a drive through window and bought them breakfast sandwiches and coffee.

  “I’m a man ruled by two organs,” he smiled ruefully.

  When Char laughed, it was surprisingly light and genuine.

  “Like any other man I’ve ever met.”

  As he wove through the city streets, Greyson could tell she was taking it all in. They passed through the older houses, the ones that probably still had the original orange shag carpet and avocado green refrigerator; past the middle class neighborhoods with their cookie cutter houses and yards; and through the upper class areas with the pools and wrought iron fences.

  He finally pulled up to his own estate and Char was gaping at the expanse of the property.

  “Where are we?”

  Even as the gate slid open for him, Greyson put the Charger in park and turned to face her.

  “I have to admit something.”

  “What? You’re a gardener here or something? Like manual labor?”

  He shook his head, “Not really. I own this. This is my home.”

  Her pretty little mouth fell open, and she stared back and forth between his face and the entrance to the estate. Greyson was very good at reading people, and he read perfectly clearly, that she was in genuine shock.

  “And I want you all to come live here, at least until the baby’s born, you and your brother. My guest house is pretty nice and should be plenty of room. Look, I travel a lot and business has been pretty crazy lately, but I want you all to live here.”

  Char continued to stare at him.

  “See, I don’t… I can’t turn away family either. And no matter where this ends up, we’re family now.”

  She let out a little gasp that sounded more like a whimper.

  “What? What is it?”

  “My brother’s going to flip his lid,” she breathed.

  Greyson laughed, “I gotta be there for that. He’s a little high-strung anyway!”

  She chuckled, “That he is. But really. Are you sure? I mean, this is insane. I just wanted to tell you about the baby, that’s all. I-I-I didn’t know about any of this.”

  “I’ve been around long enough to know the difference,” he smiled. “So what do you say?”

  She lightly rested one hand on his thigh and smiled up at his chiseled jawline and concerned eyes.

  “Let’s make a family.”

  THE END

  Ordered by a Cowboy Billionaire

  Chapter one

  I sit here on the train and I feel like my life is not my own. I have on a black dress, as I feel that I’m mourning the loss of one life in place of another. I grieve for the woman that I was supposed to be and I know that that woman has now been buried 6 feet under for all eternity. I want to scream, but I have no idea who will listen or even give a damn about my feelings. My father certainly didn’t care and I had gotten myself in this, because I felt like I had an obligation to my family. I was an only child and my mother was dead at childbirth, leaving my father to raise me on his own.

  I’m not saying that he wasn’t a good provider, but he was a bit domineering and he expected me to take the place of the woman in the household. I didn’t know any better and I cooked and I cleaned and made sure that his house was made up properly for guests and anybody else that was going to come calling. I knew my place, but I felt that there was room for me to escape after I reached a certain age. I just turned 18 and I was contemplating taking my show on the road. I wanted nothing more to do with my father and then he came to me with this ill advised plan that made me almost sick to my stomach.

  I remembered the day that he approached me, coming into the kitchen and sitting down at the table with an angst expression on his face. “Nicole, I’m afraid that I have some distressing news. Our crops have been dying, as a result of this heat wave. We don’t have enough money to keep a roof over our head and food in our bellies. I want you to know that I’ve been over this from every angle and I’ve come to a painful conclusion.” I sat down with him, holding his hand and making him give me eye contact.

  “Whatever it is, father, we can deal with it together, as a family. We’ve always been able to get through anything and this is not going to be any different than that.” I could see that he was struggling with something and the very fact that he had come in here to sit down with me had told me just how serious this
was.

  “You don’t understand, Nicole and we need an immediate influx of cash, or we’re going to lose everything. I might be able to hold them off at the bank for a few months, but we’re still not going to be able to come up with near enough to keep the family homestead. I know that this is not going to sit well with you, but I’m afraid that we have no choice. I’ve been in contact with a young man named Evan and he has expressed interest in a mail order bride. I’ve been talking to him on and off with correspondence and I have pretended to be you.” I was aghast, looking at him shocked and wondering if slapping my father was in good taste.

  “You should have talked to me about this, before you went ahead and did it, father. I don’t know what you want me to say. This is an invasion of my privacy and makes me feel like you’re treating me like common cattle. I would hope that after everything that I’ve done for this family that you would treat me with a little bit more respect than that.” I was hoping that my pleas would make him back down, but his stubbornness was quite evident by the way that he was crossing his arms in defiance.

  “You don’t understand and I’m not giving you a choice. He’s going to be expecting you and I have all the letters that he wrote you and I hope that will make you see reason. As your father, I do what’s best for the family and this will make it possible for us to stand on our own 2 feet. Your sacrifice will not be in vain and I’m sure that you can leave him at any time. Nothing is cut in stone and you’re just going to have to meet him and see if sparks fly. I’ve already arranged for the stagecoach to take you to the train station. You are to leave tomorrow morning. I’m sorry that it comes, as sudden, but I really didn’t want to give you the chance to convince me otherwise.” I’ve learned a long time ago that my father was pigheaded, but I had also learned that crocodile tears and getting on his nerves was a good way to make him change his mind.

  “You purposely waited, until this time to tell me, because you didn’t want me to have the opportunity to wear you down. I’ll take a look at the letters, but I make no promises.” I grabbed the letters from his hand, most likely leaving him with a paper cut, but it was not anything that he didn’t deserve. “I’ll make my decision in the morning.” I stomped off, leaving him to fend for himself for supper. It was already on the stove, but he could barely boil water. I went upstairs, knowing that I was going to have to do his bidding, but feeling slightly empowered by at least standing up for myself.