by Lauren Wood
“Matthew, wake the fuck up for god’s sake. Show me that you’re alive.” Melinda tried to pick him up from the seat, but it was like trying to carry dead weight. With his extra muscles, it was going to take a Herculean effort on her part to even make him move a fraction of an inch. She got a pretty good idea, something that occurred to her and then she put it into motion.
She dragged the chair a few inches at a time, before getting winded and having to stop and start over again. She got him out of the room. His eyes began to flutter with a recognition that came from seeing his guardian angel. “I would say that I died and went to heaven, but I don’t think that even god would give me a vision of loveliness like you.” He was a sweet talker and he had always been that way and it was one of the reasons why she had fallen for him. “I went into have a glass of milk like I always do. I sat down and began to think about my life and how much more it is with you in it. I got a little sleepy and I put my head down for a second.” He didn’t have much for a nose for food and his lack of smell had afforded the person that was trying to kill him to get away with it.
“I was coming up to join you, when I smelled something in the kitchen that seemed a little off. I went in and found you lying there with the waves of propane drifting in the air. I opened up a window and I threw open the balcony doors and that should clear things up in a hurry. We’re going to have to find out who’s trying to do this to you, or they will continue, until they get it right.” Melinda found that he was groggy, but at least he was talking and had control of his faculties. “Let me help you up to the room.” She felt his weight against her and she forced herself to push past the fact that he was weighing her down like an albatross around her neck.
“It was a good thing that I came around when I did, or he wouldn’t be amongst the living anymore. I’m just not sure who we should trust and these people seem to have an agenda of that I just don’t know about. I’m going to have to dig into their personal lives. It’s like what I do with boyfriends that I meet and then I vet them by checking out various sources. I’m just gonna have to do the same thing for his relatives. I’ll know what I’m looking for when I find it.” Melinda assisted him up the stairs one step at a time, until they were on the other side of the house.
“That’s the second time that you saved my life. You do know what some traditions dictate?” Melinda looked at him with puzzlement “It means that I’m your responsibility and that my life is in the palm of your hand.” His words were slurred, but he managed to make this weak little smile. All the energy in his body was drained and he could barely stand, let alone keep his eyes open for any length of time. “I guess I really do have a guardian angel. If you weren’t around, I would be sleeping with the fishes.”
“I get this feeling that this is personal and it most likely has to do with money. Whoever is doing this knows his habits. I’ll find out and I just hope that I can do that, before they finally makes good on the threat against Matthew’s life.”
“I guess you could say that you owe me one and maybe I’ll just have to collect in the form of physical release. I’m just not sure if you are up to the task of making me cum twice around that sweet cock of yours.” Melinda was laying down the challenge and she could see that Matthew was determined to stand up and be noticed. To help him along, she squeezed his ass and then touched him where it was going to do the most good.
“As a man, I think that is my duty to you, as my protector to give you exactly what you want. You might have to start the process on your own. After you do that, then I’ll be more than happy to supply you with those two debts of honor that I have to pay back.” The implications of what he was referring to had made Melinda giggle with an anticipation that was burning in her loins. There was no denying that she’d never gotten over him and the very idea that she would be getting fucked by that man was almost too good to be true.
“Matthew, give me a couple of minutes to slip into something a little bit more comfortable.” He was sitting on the bed shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Melinda took that moment to grab her bag from the floor and go into the bathroom. “I think before I change in the something that’s going to knock your socks off that I should start a program to ferret out who’s responsible for trying to end your life prematurely. I’ll just put in the parameters of what I’m looking for and let the computer do the work for me. If it finds any kind of anomaly, it will leave me a message and then I’ll be able to dig a little deeper.
Chapter 5
Melinda changed into a black piece of lingerie that had a plunging neckline and a very short hemline. It was silk and when she walked out of the bathroom, he took one look and his eyes lit up like the 4th of July. “My god, I’d forgotten that you have the kind of body that I would want to start at the top and work my way down to the bottom. I think that I’ve been deluding myself with other women in hopes that I would find the same thing that I found with you. You must know by now that you have a hold on me that just won’t quit. I think that my heart was shattered into a million pieces. I tried to collect them, but each woman that I got involved with was a pitiful comparison to the real thing.” It wasn’t easy for Matthews to admit that he had these feelings, let alone voice them. He had always been the one to hold his emotions in check, but with Melinda it was different somehow.
“I feel the same way and there hasn’t been a man that has been able to hold a candle to you. I don’t know what the future holds, but tonight you’ll hold me in your arms and never let go.” Melinda sashayed across the room, putting a hand on the wooden bottom piece of the bed. She leaned over and gave him a bird’s eye view of her cleavage. His tongue extended and began to lick around his mouth to gather any kind of moisture that he could find. “I don’t know, but I think that somebody in this room is wearing way too many clothes and it’s not me.” “I’ve never been one to be aggressive, but with Matthew he brings out the real woman in me. I want to pounce on his body and leave him breathless and wanting more. The door is locked, his eyes are on me and there’s nothing that’s going to stop us from burning the sheets.”
She took his hand and placed it on her chest, so that he could feel her heartbeat underneath his fingertips. “This is what you do to me and I can see that I have the desired reaction on you, as well.” Her eyes strayed towards the outline of his bulge and the way that it had grown. She had memorized every nuance of his package that weekend and now she was going to see it again without the need to think about it. “This is what I’ve always wanted, Matthew.” He was sitting there and she could see that he was not 100%, but that just made it easier for him to succumb to her wishes. It took very little for her to push him back against the bed and relieve him of his clothes. Matthew tried to fight back, but there was very little that he could do with a woman that was obsessed with feeling what it was going to be like to be with him again. The fight that he did make was only for show.
“I’m going to have my way with you, Matthew and you’re going to let me, or more to the fact you’re not going to be able to do anything about it.” Melinda straddled him in that black lingerie, sitting on his cock and letting it rub up against the silky mound of her shaven parts. “I really did hate you for a long time, but it was such a blinding rage that it couldn’t be anything, but love. I just needed you and when you walked away, I thought that we would never see each other again. I chalked it up to one of those experiences that was fleeting. I realized too late that I didn’t want to be two ships passing in the night.” Melinda put her hands over his head, pinning him to the bed and letting her hot pussy slide up and down his shaft.
“Melinda, you have me at a disadvantage. I was almost killed and I just don’t have it in me to fight you. I don’t think that I ever had it in me to deny you anything.” He looked up at her and knew that this woman was the one that had made him think that there was nobody quite like her.
“I’ve wanted him for a long time and I’ve thought of nothing else. It’s been years, but he has never been that far away
from my thoughts. I hope that he knows that there is nobody that can come between us. If somebody tries, then they will have to go through me and that is not one thing that they really want to experience. I looked down at him and I see his body and it brings back painful and happy memories of a time that I thought was never going to happen again.” Melinda grabbed him, heard his outcry of pleasure and decided to feed his desire with a little bit of incentive.
He watched, as she crawled up his body, leaving a trail of her excitement along his cut ABS and his well defined pectorals. She touched his chin with that wetness and his tongue came out to seek out the source of that moisture. She settled over him and then found herself turned with your legs over his shoulders and his face nicely pressed up against her sex.
“Fuck me… I’d almost forgotten what this feels like.” Her scream of lust only fueled him to dig his tongue in and probe between her legs with that oral instrument. “I never know where your tongue is going to go next. You can give lessons to guys that have no idea what they’re doing.” “I never believed that this day would come and it’s even more surprising that I find him here of all places. He’s become my stepbrother, but in my heart, he will always be the love that I let slip through my fingers. I’m not going to allow him the opportunity to walk away again. I will hold onto his ankle. I will become his version of Misery.
“I think that you’ve learned by now or maybe you’ve forgotten that I like to please my women.” He saw her protruding clit and grabbed it with his mouth with a vacuum like seal that suddenly made her arch into the air against his face. Even with his strength, he was unable to control the writhing body of Melinda. It took a moment to get used to her new name and apparently they both were trying to keep things casual that weekend long ago.
“I’m going to cum and I want you to fuck me.” As she was hitting her plateau, she felt her legs being lifted into the air and then the thrust of his almighty weapon.
He crashed against her, feeling her lips surround him in the silky wetness and heat that he remembered. “Yes…yes…oh god…YESSSSS.” Her orgasm was pulsating along his long tube and it took a lot for him to keep himself from joining her too soon.
When she came down from the high of climax, she gave him this look and then turned him, so that she was the one that was riding in the saddle. Sitting there, she didn’t want to move in and had no interest in letting this moment go too quickly. In that regard, she grinded in a circle and then felt his finger touch her clit that had just been satisfied with his mouth. She was possessed by the kind of sex that had kept her up at nights wondering, if she was going to be able to find someone to give her that lasting feeling.
She had swallowed her tears those many years ago and she had waited all of her life to find a man like Matthew. The air conditioning in the room did nothing to keep their temperature down. In fact, their bodies were now twisted into a position that would’ve made the author of the Kuma Sutra proud. They couldn’t get enough of each other, staring at each other’s eyes and seeing that this was the place that both of them wanted to be. The love and the care fee way that they gave to each other freely was making them feed on that rush that couldn’t be found anywhere else. Time meant nothing and the only thing that mattered was seeing how far they could take this, before they lost it all together.
Matthew saw her beautiful body and watched, as his sopping wet cock was now inundated with her juices. He could not get over the sight of her pussy swallowing him whole and then spitting him out and then doing it all over again. He saw the look in her eyes and it had him thinking that the lust that they shared, so many years ago had only grown deeper and more profound.
“I hope you know…that you’ve ruined me for other women.” He was grunting and thrusting his hips into the air to gain momentum. That slapping sound was more frequent, as he held onto the bottom of her ass to keep her connected to him. They were moving like animals that had not been together in some time. They cared less for the noises that they were making and what people might think outside in the main house.
Melinda had no idea how long they had been screwing each other’s brains out, but it felt like it was forever. “This is better than the first time and that’s saying something. I know that I wanted this, but I really had no idea what being with him would do to me. His cock has been permanently imprinted inside me and don’t think that I would want anybody else.”
“CUMMMMINNNGGGGGG.” That’s all that she had to say, as she fell on top of him and lost control of her own limbs. Her body was at a fever pitch and her mind was now overcome with electrical impulses that were causing her the kind of pleasure that every woman would dream of. In the throes of her passion, she realized that he had reached the end of his patience. His lance gave up that fire within, shooting streams of juices into her body and making her realize that he was the one man that she couldn’t do without.
His seed was now a part of her and unlike the weekend where he had used protection this was a sure sign that he didn’t want her to go anywhere. They’d gotten caught up in the moment and did not realize that they were driving bare back.
Matthew was a little worried that she would get pregnant, but then he smiled at the prospect that there might be a true reason to celebrate. He could only hope for favorable results, but if not this time, then there would surely be others. Practice made perfect and he was more than happy to put in the time.
As they were lying in bed, she heard the beeping of her computer and went over to check it. She could feel him standing over her shoulder and the results were irrefutable. The called the police and waited.
They came down to breakfast to the sight of Sheila being arrested. Apparently, she had noticed the connection between Melinda and Matthew. If she couldn’t have him, then nobody could and a large portion of his inheritance was already bequeathed to her and her family. She did not do it alone and one of the other Cousins a Jackson Brady had decided to throw in with Sheila. Sheila had used his infatuation and greed to make him do her bidding like a puppet on a string. They were both going to see many years behind bars. The evidence was in the gambling debts that she had incurred.
Their parents were aghast to realize that Melinda and Matthew were together, but after several weeks of stewing on it, they finally came to terms with the fact that love was in the air. Stepbrother or not, this relationship was the healthiest one that either one of them have ever had and with their hands holding each other close, they were never going to let go.
THE END
THE BEAR’S ARRANGED MATE
The heated mating instincts of the female bear-shifters in the herik tribe were at their highest the night before a full moon. Their pheromones could be smelled all throughout the small portion of the forest their tribe called home and far beyond it. It quickly became a custom to find all of the females and have them locked away and protected by the only males not affected, which were specially trained to deal with the hordes of lustful males. However, the males in their tribe weren’t the only ones affected—their rival tribe, the kubeba, were also greatly affected by the herik women’s state.
Countless battles ensued due to the confusion and aggression brought about from the males on both sides of the rivalry. Not long after their last confrontation, the leaders of both tribes met and agreed that on the night before what was known as “pre-mating season” the heriks would choose a female to be given to the kubeba. On this year, in particular, the heriks decided to choose early, but unfortunately for them, the female had other things in mind.
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Trish stared out the window in her room, feeling the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She’d been condemned there by the tribe leader, Keldrin, as a way of protecting her. The throbbing, aching need pulsing through her and making her fingers tirelessly twirl in her long, dark hair was starting to drive her past the point of seeing that reason. Hoping to distract herself from the buff, shirtless men patrolling outside, she turned her attention to the bare wal
ls around her. Being an outdoorsy type of woman, Trish didn’t waste time with decorating her space, but in this instance, she wished she had.
There was only one thing in the room to distract herself aside from the bed she lay on or the scattered dressers—a mirror. Looking into her reflection, Trish lost herself for a moment. The wavy hair that covered her shoulders and flowed down her barely concealed, perky DD-cup breasts hidden just behind a thin cloth across both of the hardened nipples. Trish quietly groaned each time one of the sensitive nubs rubbed against the soft, but hard-pressed fabric.
Below her exposed mid-drift was where her hand started to wander, sinking between her legs. Trish’s eyes started to slowly close as her head tilted back and a soft hand caressed between her thighs. She nearly lost herself in the moment before violently jerking upward, coming back into reality with both eyes shot wide open. Trish looked around the small room made of aged logs and sighed. “I can’t take this any longer,” she admitted to herself. “Maybe if I could just release a little bit of it, then… I can stay sane for just a little while longer…”
A twinge of warmth ran up Trish’s spine and settled at the back of her head as she swung an arm over the window frame, looking through it again. She subtly licked her lips, eying the chiseled abs and beefy biceps on the warriors passing by. Despite herself, she couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting further downward to their loincloths and the longer she gazed at the bouncing clothes, the louder the growls from her bear grew. Every fiber in her being told her to beckon to him—call to him that she wanted him—needed him.