Nymphomaniac: A Raw Romance

by Penny Henry

  Nymphomaniac

  Penny Henry

  Raw Romance

  Erotic fiction

  Published in English (United States)

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

  places, events and incidents are either the products of

  the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,

  or actual events is purely coincidental

  Published by William P Blight 2014

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced

  in any form without express permission of the publisher

  Copyright: William Peter Blight © 2014

  For my beloved Tina

  Titles in the Raw Romance series

  Sporting Chance

  Nymphomaniac

  Double Take

  Cover photo courtesy of Dreamstime

  Chapter One

  "Come on, babe, give it to me. Don’t tease me. Please, I’m asking you nicely. Don’t make me beg for it. Do it tonight and I'll never ask again. I swear it. I’ve dreamt about nothing else all week. I’m ready."

  47 – 9 – 3

  She looked up with misty eyes. "Yes, yes. I’m almost there… She held her breath before looking downward then up again. Just once more, please. One more time.” She shut her eyes. “Don’t disappoint me. Please… please. Nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, nine―” She opened her eyes.

  19

  “YES! YES! I've done it. I've won the big one! I’ve won the lottery!

  Remember… It's a triple rollover

  "YES! YES! YES! YES!

  She had done it. She really had dreamt about it all week and she really had done it. She had won the UK Lottery. She had won the fucking lottery! She read the numbers over and over. Telling herself there was no mistake before checking them again. Then she stopped herself. She needed to get a grip. She had to stay calm. She breathed deeply. The first thing she had to do was get rid of the charmer that had talked her out of her pants last night.

  “Hey, honey. What’s all the noise about?”

  Talk of the devil. “It’s nothing, babe. I’ve been playing with myself a little bit.”

  “What the hell― You are one horny bitch, Beth. Wasn’t last night enough for you?”

  “It’s another day. A girl’s gotta keep in practice.”

  “You are insatiable, honey.”

  ”Mmmm, and don’t you just love it?”

  The sleepy brunette that walked out of the bedroom stopped and looked past Beth to the TV. What was on the screen didn’t interest her but the digital clock on the top opened her eyes. “I think I’d better get dressed.” She turned to walk back into the bedroom while Beth waited patiently.

  God she was taking ages. Beth twiddled her fingers and kept breathing. It seemed like hours before the leggy brunette came back through the door. She was reaching round, trying to zip up her dress. “Get this for me, would you, honey?” She turned to let Beth tug up the stubborn zipper before turning to face her. She cupped Beth’s face in her hands and kissed her on the mouth before dropping one hand to enclose Beth’s pussy and slide a finger between the wet lips. “I’ve gotta go, honey. Keep it warm for me.” She sighed and reluctantly withdrew her hand. “Places to go and people to see. Maybe I’ll see you around.” She blew a kiss as she walked away and stepped through the door, pulling it shut behind her.

  “Yeah, see you around, Robyn.” The door clicked shut. Beth was alone in her apartment. She punched her fist in the air. “Yes!”

  The loud knocking on the door brought her back to earth again. She knew who it was without using the spy hole. She made one step towards the door before remembering she was naked. “Hold on. I won’t be a minute!” It took her ten seconds to grab her robe, throw it on and open the door.

  The guy from next door was waiting. “Hi, are you okay? I heard a lot of shouting so I thought I’d pop my head round. Just to make sure. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He was a good looking guy. She hadn’t really paid any attention before. He was over six feet tall with broad shoulders. His hair was sandy - a golden-brownish color but not quite ginger. A few random freckles speckled his forehead. The hair color went with his twinkling blue eyes that were unconsciously flicking to where her hand held her robe together. He had knocked on her door before - when she was off her head and the music had been too loud. Then she had been too wasted to notice what he looked like. She gripped her gown a little firmer but she wasn’t feeling threatened. At any other time― Beth couldn’t stop grinning. “I’ve had some good news.” The butterflies were starting to flutter in her stomach.

  He cocked an eye and looked interested. “That’s great. Okay, I’ll leave you to it.” The smile he gave reached all the way to his eyes. “My name is Tom. I’m next door if you need anything.”

  “Thanks, Tom. I’ll try to keep it down.” She shut the door and leant back against it. ‘Tom’ she wouldn’t forget his name. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Then she remembered what else might be the cause of her fast-running blood.

  Yes! This time she kept the word behind her teeth. What to do next? Deep breathing would help. She was going to remain calm. Jeezus, she had won the damned lottery! She was glad she hadn’t told Robyn. She didn’t know her well enough. Robyn was a customer that always came into the restaurant late. She had been giving Beth that look for ages. One night Beth had been feeling frisky and taken Robyn home. The sex was good but that was as far as it went. She imagined that Robyn held a high-power job and didn’t have time for relationships. She was the dominant one and Beth was happy to be dominated. The thought sent a burst of warmth to her groin. It wasn’t just women. A good looking guy was always in with a chance. There had been a few of them ever since― What the hell. She had won the lottery! Screw the lot of them. She knew she didn’t have to be the way she was. She knew why she was doing it. Well, not anymore!

  As if to confirm what she was thinking Beth walked into the bedroom and dropped her robe in front of the full-length mirror. She sometimes forgot why she attracted predatory males and females like blood attracted sharks. They could smell it. Beth was smoking hot and acted like a slut. She looked into her green eyes and shook out her black hair. Her olive skin came from an Italian forefather somewhere in the past. The smoldering features were a gift from God. Maybe not perfect. She disliked what she saw as the start of a double chin and worked hard at slapping it away. Her breast were full without a lot of sag and her toned stomach and legs came from the hours she spent in the gym. She’d realized it was a great place for picking up strays. Maybe now she’d buy it.

  Beth squealed. Okay, what to do next? She tried to think as she got dressed. Jeans and a blouse would do for now. It was no good. She had to tell someone. Who was she going to call first? She couldn’t concentrate. The enormity of the win was too much to take in. She couldn’t deal with it on her own. There was the man from next door. He had looked like a decent guy. She didn’t need to think up another excuse. In five seconds Beth had sprinted out of her door and was ringing his bell with her head in the clouds.

  “You can take your finger off the buzzer now.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” She looked at him with eyes as wide and pleading as a lamb to a lion begging not to be eaten. “I need your help, Tom. I’ve won the lottery,” she blurted out. “That was my good news. Do you have to go to work yet? Do you want a cup of tea? Can you come with me? I need someone to tell me that I’m not going mad. Do you mind? I know that I don’t really know you. I mean. I know you live next door
but―”

  “Whoah...” Tom held up a hand and Beth shut up. “Settle down. Take a breath and then you can tell me all about it.” His smile was open and reassuring. “Come on, we’ll go to yours. You’ll be more comfortable and my place is a mess.” He hooked her arm with his and pulled the door behind him before guiding her into her apartment. “Okay, let’s take it one step at a time. You’ve won the lottery.” Beth nodded. “And it’s a big win.” Beth nodded furiously. “And you’re sure? You’ve checked it?” Beth thrust the ticket at him and pointed to the TV screen she had frozen with the remote. Tom looked between the ticket and the numbers on the screen. “Congratulations. You’ve won the lottery.”

  Beth shrieked and threw herself into his arms. “I can’t believe it! What do I do now? Do you want that cup of tea?” She looked at him innocently enough but she could feel a familiar stirring. He was strong and warm to hold onto.

  “No thanks. There are more important things for you to think about.” He held her at arm’s length. “I’ll make us both one in a minute. I don’t think I’d trust you with boiling water right now.” He looked at her hands. They were trembling. “The first thing is to put the ticket somewhere safe. Oh, and you’ll need to call the lottery people. The number is probably on the back. They’ll send someone to see you. Then you should think about who you want to know about it.”

  Beth blew out a long breath and collapsed to the sofa. It wasn’t a dream. “Thank you, Tom. I needed that.”

  “I’ll make the tea. Do you take sugar?”

  Beth shook her head and turned over the ticket to look for the telephone number. She couldn’t see it to read. “Tom? You’re going to have to read the number to me. I can’t focus.”

  “I’ll be a minute.”

  Beth didn’t know how long it was. He put the mugs of tea on the side and tapped in the number for her. At first she could hardly get out her words. The woman at the other end was used to it. It didn’t take as long as she thought it might have. The arrangements were made and all she had to do was keep the ticket safe.

  “Will you look after the ticket for me, Tom?” She didn’t know him from Adam but she sensed he was a man she could trust.

  Tom shook his head. “Uh, uh. That’s a responsibility I don’t fancy taking. I will help you to hide it though.”

  Beth smiled like a grateful child. “Thank you, Tom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, let’s find somewhere to hide the ticket. Not the freezer. Too many people know about that. Not that old teapot on the shelf. Not in your bedroom. Where do you think no one would think to look?”

  Beth looked horrified. “You’re scaring me. Would people really want to steal it from me?”

  “Let’s not take any chances.” Tom looked round the room. “What about inside that clay table lamp. No one’s going to look in there.” He stood up, picked up the ugly lamp and unscrewed the fitting. “Drop it in here.” Beth did as she was told. “Right then, I’ve got to get ready for work. Don’t get up. Sit there and finish your tea and think about who you want to call. With that much money they’re going to be arriving pretty quickly.” He reached the door and looked back. “Take my advice. Wait for the lottery guys. Don’t make any promises and definitely do not tell anyone where the ticket is. Money does horrible things to people.”

  Beth’s head went up and down like a nodding dog. He seemed to know what he was talking about. “Okay, Tom. I’ll do exactly what you say. And thank you so much, Tom.” She thought about pleading with him to stay. She hadn’t even got his number.

  “It’s not a problem. Best of luck with it... err, I’m sorry. I don’t know your name.” He was halfway through the door.

  “Beth. My name is Beth.”

  The days became a blur. She would often wake in the middle of the night and squeak a little. She had memorized every number. Then she’d remember the amount. It was 18.7 million pounds. Beth supposed she would get used to the idea. She would lie there and attempt to play through her emotions on that incredible Sunday morning. She had always recorded the lottery draw. It was something she looked forward to. Tom had been fantastic. After he left she had telephoned her parents and sworn them to secrecy. Everything she had ever dreamed of was suddenly within her grasp. She wanted the world to know. She had considered knocking on the doors of the other apartments in the block. But she had only lived there for a month. She barely knew anyone beyond a nod. The modest apartment had saved her sanity. She had lived with her parents when her world had fallen apart. When the love of her life had told her she wasn’t classy enough and confessed to his long-running affair with her best friend. She had flung his ring in his face. They were all business partners and life would be difficult. Now she could win him back.

  Her ex had arrived in thirty minutes flat. Beth hadn’t been able to stop herself from calling him. He had driven down with Lucy. She had been Beth’s best friend since schooldays. But that small matter hadn’t stopped her taking Darren away from Beth. Lucy’s brain would have been working overtime at the thought of all that money. She was the senior partner in the restaurant they had all worked at for five years before the truth came out. Lucy had dropped Darren outside the apartment block. She hadn’t yet mustered the nerve to face Beth on her own. No doubt she has spent the whole journey telling Darren what to say. When he had arrived he had been flushed with excitement. She had just been happy to see him.

  He was the only man she had ever loved. They had talked for hours. She had asked for his advice about upping her investing in the restaurant. But Darren had been reluctant to say anything until she had reminded him that it was her business too. That was when he had opened up and bombarded her with what it would take to turn the restaurant into a national company. She readily admitted he had no head for business. She was happiest when left to run the restaurant and schmooze the guests. Lucy and Darren had looked after the business side. The restaurant had expanded and Beth had been run off her feet. Lucy and Darren had spent a lot of time together. It was then it must have got serious. Beth had sat back and let Darren talk. She had watched the lights dancing in his brown eyes the way they always did when he was enthusiastic about a project. She’d just wondered how much of what Darren said had come out of Lucy’s mouth.

  She had loved him since school. She had watched him flirt with the older girls. Girls like Lucy Phillips. She had been drop-dead gorgeous even then. Beth had never been anything to look at. Not until she had lost her corrective spectacles and the brace that pulled her teeth into line. She had always been curvy for her age and the boys had started to notice. She had become popular and won Darren’s attention. Lucy had left for college a year earlier than her younger pals and Darren seemed happy to be with Beth. It was an odd relationship between the three of them. They had shared disasters and triumphs and the bond was undeniable. The bond had been reinstated at college. It was an intimate relationship with an underlying sexual tension. There had been the one encounter for Beth and Lucy - when Beth had argued with Darren and Lucy had made it better. Beth had suspected that Darren was cheating. They had fooled her even then.

  She wasn’t sure why Darren had needed more than she could give him. Maybe he’d just become bored. Lucy had been available and the partnership had been the perfect cover. Beth had been devastated and lived with her parents until she’d found her own apartment. Lucy had moved in with Darren the same day. Now that was all in the past. On that night in her new apartment Darren had admitted he had made a terrible mistake. He had told Beth he was still sharing his place with Lucy, but they weren’t sleeping together. It was all an act and he was looking for a way to end it. Beth had understood. She knew that under the veneer of materialism Darren was a caring person. She had told him that she still loved him.

  She would never know the words that Lucy had hissed at Darren when she’d dropped him at Beth’s apartment block. “I don’t care what you have to do, Darren. Tell her you still love her. Fuck her if you have to. F
uck her into giving us the money.”

  The telephone on the bedside buzzed insistently and jolted Beth out of her daydreams. She stretched out a lazy hand to grab the handset and hold it to her ear.

  "Good morning," she croaked.

  "Your wake-up call, Miss Thomas."

  The bouncy tones of the receptionist reminded Beth that the day had started hours ago for people that worked for a living. "Thank you." Her mouth was dry and her voice sounded cracked.

  "You have an early appointment, miss."

  "Thanks for reminding me."

  "You're welcome."

  Beth rolled from the bed and walked to the en suite bathroom. She yawned and ran her fingers through her hair, teasing the long strands apart. She had lived in hotels since her big win. It was Darren’s idea. The National Lottery organizers had been swift and efficient, whisking her off to a London hotel while the formalities were completed. Darren had convinced her that it was sensible to continue living in hotels. She had moved to a hotel in Kent and Darren had accompanied her to the meetings with the advisory panel and helped her consider their advice. She was, after all, the biggest jackpot winner since the £22.5 million shared by two winners in June 1995. Darren had remained quiet while she had made provision for her family. Darren had even condescended to attend the celebrations. He had never got on with her family and none of them so much as looked at him. Beth had departed the party with tears in his eyes and a glow in her heart. Darren had barely said a word the entire evening.

  C hapter Two

  Beth glanced at the digital clock. She still had time for breakfast before the bank manager arrived. Kierran Hardy had had left a message with the desk staff. She hadn't had time to let Darren know. It had been too late when she got the message. Now it was too early. Anyway, she got on well with Kierran. Darren had advised her to decline the Lottery organizers offer to keep in contact. The bulk of the money had been distributed and carefully invested, but that had left several million pounds to be deposited at the branch they had always used for the restaurant business. It was Darren’s idea. He had convinced her there was a world of opportunity for the bold entrepreneur. She simply had to think big and take advantage of the opportunities that Darren would help her discover.