Bossman's List

by Ashlee Price

  “Fucking hell.”

  Dyson moved out and she moved with him, pulling David’s buried cock almost to the point of coming out. She sighed a moment of relief before she was slammed back down and pierced from behind. Strong hands pulled on her hair and her mouth was met with a sloppy kiss from Dyson. She moaned into his mouth as David found himself preoccupied with her bouncing tits.

  Nikki started to holler and scream, her orgasm ripping through her body. She felt strong hands clamp around her chest and then a flurry of fucking from them both. They slammed into her at the same time, leaving her pushed beyond her limits and then utterly empty the next moment. Nikki begged for cum to fill her up, but it was only Dyson that was once again filling her insides with his potent seed. He pulled out in a rush and backpedaled until he found a chair on the other side of the boat to sit in. His chest heaved and he watched the woman he loved, riding his best friend and could not help the envy he felt.

  Dyson tried to remember that he would have her soon enough, especially when she was carrying his child. The thought made his cock start to rise, but he batted it back down. She was beyond done and as David started to thrust and shake underneath her, she was too weak to even try to slow him down. Dyson was close to pulling her off of him when he finally bellowed loud, sending his own seed deep.

  He stood up and pulled her off of him. Cradling her naked body in his arms, he took her underneath to his room. Laying her on the bed, he watched her snuggle on her side, barely even waking up as he cleaned her with a wash cloth. There was a swelling in Dyson’s heart that he had never felt before and he couldn’t help but to lay next to her and watch her sleep. He just wanted to be close and it was the first time he was lying next to a woman that he was not going to have sex with immediately. Dyson was somehow okay with it.

  Chapter 5

  It was a week before Nikki got back off of the boat. She spent all of her time in the water and getting to know the two men that were so different, yet both great lovers. Nikki learned a lot about herself and she was sad to see the same port they had sailed out of. Before they had left, Dyson customized a room for art and her new subject of choice was entwined bodies. She took a few of her favorites, while Dyson took one to put up at their office.

  It was a confusing time after she got back to her apartment and she spent the whole next day sleeping. When she didn’t answer her phone after another day of rejuvenating from a sexual marathon, Nikki was surprised to see Dyson. He did not leave her long in suspense over his visit, his hands going over her body like she was his most precious possession.

  Nikki sent him on his way, to give herself more time to think. She could not get a solid thought out when he was around and then the next day, she was visited by David. Either one knew about the other’s visit, even though they had agreed to not speak for a couple of weeks. While it was Nikki’s idea, neither one of them had adhered to it. She was helpless to deny them or herself such pleasure. The three met separately several times before Nikki stopped answering their knocks. She couldn’t believe she had put herself in such a bad position, but after a few weeks, she knew that she had to say something.

  When she had finally gotten the nerve up to tell one of them, it was Dyson that was knocking at her door. He was the one she hoped it was anyways, so she decided that she would tell him first. While Nikki was attracted to both men, she had a particular soft spot for the romantic redhead with the pleasing demeanor. She let him in and he started to kiss her. Before she would let him get too involved though, she pushed him away.

  “Wait. I have to tell you something and I don’t know what you are going to think.”

  “You are pregnant.”

  Nikki let out the breath that she had been holding. She had seen it going so much more different in her head, that she had prepared herself for every reaction but the happiness that was spread across his face.

  “How did you know?”

  “Your stomach is a little thicker and I just had a really good feeling about it.”

  “But you are not the only one I have been having sex with. Obviously.”

  “Well we will know soon enough. I mean, either way I still want to be with you.”

  “How would we know?”

  “Well if its mine, they will have my red hair. No one in the family has gotten away without it.”

  Nikki chuckled to herself, trying to imagine a child from them, with that fiery red hair.

  “Don’t laugh. It will be beautiful I promise. Now I have waited for weeks, please don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Nikki’s lips sought his out. She too was sick of being without and as he pulled her into his arms, there was a new tenderness to the way he held her. He secretly knew that soon she would be his in a more permanent way, but there was always the chance that the child would not be his, but he couldn’t think that way. It had to be his and when he buried himself into her, all of his doubts melted away.

  ~THE END~

  Bride for the Billionaire Werebear

  Chapter 1

  Alicia Clarke was cold, tired, and hungry, and not necessarily in that order. The drive up north had been long and tiring, the towns growing further apart, and the tar road had petered out into a track. Yet, the GPS had not lost its signal, and she was on the right route, albeit one that seemed to be unused. The light snowfall she was driving in had turned to sleet, making conditions worse, and she soon found it increasingly difficult to see or maintain her control over the little Honda she was driving. She soon had to put all her attention into staying on the road, thoughts of the elusive businessman who had hired her services as his personal assistant, soon gone. As she rounded a bend, she could finally make out the lights of a house in the distance, but a large, white form hurtling across the path in front of her, made her jerk the steering wheel sideways, and she landed up in a drift on the side of the rutted lane she was traveling on, her head bumping the steering wheel painfully. Thankfully, the collision had not been bad enough to cause the airbags to pop, and she was able to free herself from the seatbelt before opening the door and getting out. Warily, she looked around, but no sign of the animal was in sight.

  ‘What the hell?’

  Leaning into the car she gathered up her bag and poked around in it for her cellphone. Damn, no reception! Finding the lights that emanated from the house, and which she took to be her destination, she wearily started trudging through the cold and wet night, determined to make her way there, shaking off the dizziness which had ensued as a result of the accident. She prodded at her forehead and felt the bump. ‘Wonderful, Alicia, first you see things and now you have an egg stuck to the front of your face! What next?’

  The words had hardly left her mouth when she felt her ankle give beneath her as she stepped into a hole. The pain shot through her and she fell to her knees.

  ‘Fuck!’

  Alicia tried to stand and put some weight on the hurt appendage, but almost doubled over in pain. She determined to hobble her way forward, as there was no way she could sit and wait for help to arrive, she knew. She would probably be frozen to death by the time her new boss finally realized she was late, which she was, but not yet unduly so. Finally, giving up walking as a bad job, she resorted to crawling on her hands and knees, the material of her jeans soon sopping wet due to her efforts to keep moving. I should have stayed with the car, the thought hit her. Looking back, she realized that the vehicle was about the same distance from her as the house, and decided to push on forward, her hands numb through the wool of her gloves. The cold had worked its way through her clothing, into her bones, and the sleet beat down incessantly, giving no quarter, as she shuffled her way through it on all fours.

  ***

  Lionel Eckhart ran from his room, grabbing a blanket from the foot of his bed as he did so, and made his way out of the house, the faces of his two servants staring after him in surprise. It had been a long time since they had seen him in this state; his eyes were wild and his breathing labored. The old husband and
wife looked at each other in amazement. All he had said as he had come back inside was to make sure the girl’s room was warm and to heat up some soup. Shrugging, Mike Carpenter nodded at his wife, who went back into the kitchen which was the warmest room in the old mansion, opened a tin of soup, and put it in a pan on the old coal stove to heat up. It seemed as if things were to become quite interesting.

  Lionel raced down what was left of the driveway, his eyes scanning the ground as he went. Was the woman stupid enough to have left the car? Was she on her way there, partially frozen? He had no idea of knowing. Scaring her had been an accident, not one he often made. Then he saw something move in the snow, a red, gloved hand. He had found her.

  ***

  It was cold, so cold. Alicia’s movements had become slower and slower, as the sleet had morphed into snow. Each lungful of breath she took hurt, as she started cooling down inside and out, and her movements became more and more lethargic. Tired! Want to sleep! The thoughts of giving up and giving in would not leave. She had to move on, forced herself, in fact, to do so. To stop would mean death, and safety was near, yet so incredibly far! What might have been a fifteen minute walk under normal circumstances, felt like a thousand miles away in the state she was in. She concentrated on pushing one hand, followed by a leg, forward, one painful step at a time; until her arms and legs refused to move any further, and she fell into the snow, face first. She tried forcing her small frame to rise, but her body refused to obey, even when she used every bit of willpower at her disposal. Nothing happened. She could not rise, her body disobeyed each command. She closed her eyes, and allowed the numbness of sleep to take over.

  “Wake up! Wake up, girl!” she heard a voice through the fog that had become her mind. Struggling, she managed to flutter her eyelashes, and saw a dark form looming over her, but fell back into the arms of sleep once more, unsure whether she could believe anything her ears were hearing or her eyes had seen. Sleep was the haven she longed for, a sweet oblivion, away from the cold that cut through her like a razor.

  “Wake up, woman! Now! Do as I say!”

  Alicia managed to crack open her eyes, and became aware of being carried in strong arms, the heat of the chest against which she was snuggling was blissful, and his smell! It was so familiar, yet she was sure that it was not a scent she had ever smelled before, except, perhaps, in her dreams; a mixture of spice, mint, and something undeniably wild. It was, her fuddled brain managed to discern, a scent which was unique to this individual with his deep, raspy voice.

  “Poor lass,” she heard a woman’s saying as they entered the doorway to what she surmised was a front door.

  “Her room is ready, I turned up the heat in there a notch, or would ye prefer tea take her tea the fire in your study, Sir?”

  “The study, I think. Bring some towels, she is drenched, and that soup, please, Mrs. C. And please, could you find her something warm to wear? We can go see about her bags and car in the morning. It’s snowing a storm out there at the moment.”

  Alicia was aware of being set down on someone’s lap and her clothing being removed amidst cussing and exclamations of disgust at the amount of clothing a woman deemed it necessary to wear. Her fuddled brain realized that a stranger, no, a strange man was busy undressing her, but her cold limbs were not able to function in cohesion, and she was so cold and so tired.

  Her next lucid moment came when she felt something soft being drawn over her head, and being commanded to lift her arms. She tried, but they felt like lead. There was more cussing and swearing and finally, she felt herself cradled against the warm body again, while someone took one of her hands and started rubbing it. Her feet, she felt, were starting to tingle, due to the fire in front of which they were sitting. “Where…”

  “Ah,” the deep voice next to her ear exclaimed. “You are with me again, are you? Good. I need you to get warm and to get some warm soup into you. It’s only tinned, but it should do the trick. Your ankle is twisted, but there will be no real damage. Tomorrow it should be just a twinge, nothing major.”

  She heard the clink of crockery and a pre-emptive “open your mouth!” coming from her savior. Without thinking about it, she complied, letting him spoon some of the warm liquid into her. The warmth spread through her body as it went down her throat and into her stomach. She was hungry, she realized, and let him spoon more of the liquid nourishment into her waiting mouth. When it was finished, she nestled against the warm chest that had become her beacon, and fell asleep again.

  ***

  “Well now,” Mrs. Carpenter said to her husband who was perched next at his favorite spot in front of the large kitchen fire, his pipe dangling from the corner of his mouth and a book in his hands, “Would ye believe it? Lionel be sitting in that chair with the wee lass cradled in his lap like she was a little girl, and himself fast asleep, he is!”

  Mike Carpenter looked up at his wife and grunted, that being his usual means of saying either yes, no and oh. He was a man of few words, but his wife’s tidbit of information brought a smile to his lips and a gleam to his eye. “Think she’s the one, then?”

  “Eh, I have no idea I am sure, but ‘tis not like him to be doing that now is it?”

  Mike grunted again. “We’ll see how it goes.” And that, as far as he was concerned, was the end of the conversation.

  Chapter 2

  Lionel woke up to a stiff back and a need to go to the toilet. The weight on his bladder, he realized, was not helping at all. He bent his head to look at the woman nestled in his arms. Besides the fact that she felt perfect as she lay against him, he realized the hair he had mistaken as brown the previous evening, was in fact auburn and thick. He stroked it. It was silky to his touch. Her skin was more alabaster than pale, and her cheeks were flushed. He touched her forehead and found that indeed, she was hot. Her long eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, staring straight into his; green, with specks of gold, almost like that of a cat, and wary.

  When she made to pull away from him and out of his embrace, he pulled her closer, for some strange reason not wanting to part with her.

  “Stay.”

  She ceased her struggles at once. “Ahm, I’m thirsty.”

  “Good, I’ll take you to your room and see that you get something to drink. Then I’ll go about seeing to your luggage.”

  Without giving Alicia time to respond, he stood up, with her still in his arms, and strode out the room, only stopping to open the door, and took her up the stairs and deposited her in her new bed in her new room. “See you in a moment.”

  Alicia stared at the closed door. ‘Wow! What a piece of…well, damn, he is sexy!’ was the first coherent thing that crossed her mind. She had liked being in his arms, she had to admit. He was warm, his scent was intoxicating, and he was one hell of a looker. Laying back against the pillows, she snuggled in and let her mind drift to her rescuer. He must be Lionel Eckhart, he was young enough, but what their written communication had not mentioned, was that he was tall, with ice-blue eyes, chiseled features, and a body that was hard as a rock. She wondered, idly, what that body would feel like under her hands. Her reverie was put to an end by a soft knock at the door.

  Alicia sat up. “Come in, please.”

  “Hello dearie, I’m Heather Carpenter, but you can call me Mrs. C. if you like, just as Lionel does, bless his heart.” The older woman bustled around to the side of the bed Alicia was laying on, put down a cup of tea next to her on the bedside table, and sat down. “So, come tae help the master with his work, have ye?”

  Alicia nodded. “Yes, Mr. Eckhart. Was that him? Who helped me last night?”

  “Indeed lass, ‘twas none other. So how are ye feelin’ this morn’?”

  “I’m not sure. Thirsty, my throat hurts a little, but I feel so hot!”

  “Ah!” Mrs. C. clucked, “tha’ would be a fever you be havin’ what with getting so wet and cold like that! I’ll make my famous hot toddy and be bringin’ it up to ye with the breakfast.”

 
When Alicia would decline, saying she preferred getting dressed and getting to work as soon as possible, she was scolded soundly by the little woman who told her in no uncertain terms that to get up would bring down the ‘wrath of the master’ and that was apparently most undesirable.

  She sipped her tea in contemplative silence as the small women left, and had a good look around her. Her new room was beautiful and decorated in hues of white and rose, her bed a solid four-poster with curtains which could be drawn; all old fashioned, yet beautifully done. The curtains in front of her windows were open, allowing her a glimpse of the grey sky beyond, before she realized there were French doors and she had a balcony. She felt as if she had walked into a scene dating back to the eighteen hundreds. All she still needed was a dress to suit the surroundings. She smiled at her fanciful thoughts.

  Her door was suddenly flung open to reveal Lionel Eckhart once more. The large man had her two bulky suitcases as well as her vanity in hand, and he was not even breaking a sweat.

  “I’ll put them over there, shall I?” he indicated a space in the corner near the window. “Mrs. C will help you get unpacked later. She’s bringing you up something for your fever, she said, and our breakfast. Then we can talk. I’ll see you in a few.”

  “Yup. Sure thing,” it came bemusedly from Alicia. That voice! That smell! Intoxicating!

  Alicia got out of bed, needing to use the bathroom, and went through the door which she thought served as such, but was surprised to find herself in a large lounge area with a desk set up at one end. She had her own suite! Going back to her bedroom, she tried the second door, which, she was grateful to find, was the much sought after bathroom. Doing the necessary, she decided on a shower and got undressed. She selected a cooler temperature than she would normally have chosen, but she felt so incredibly hot that the cooler water felt like bliss on her skin, cooling her down, cradling her. After toweling off, she donned the night dress she had been wearing again, noticing for the first time that the flimsy material did next to nothing to hide her nakedness. Then she remembered the previous evening, of being undressed in front of the fire, and realized that her new boss and rescuer, had seen every square inch of her naked body. Blushing at the thought, she made her way to the bedroom and started going through her luggage, intent on finding something more appropriate to wear. Her flannel pajamas were at the bottom of the one suitcase and she pulled it out and put it on, feeling more adequately dressed than she had before.