by Ashlee Price
Ana was wearing a short dress. One that barely covered her ass and let her large breasts push out from the top. The white apron barely covered anything else and all she could think about as the minutes clicked by was Cal finally taking her. He had such strength and she couldn’t imagine what that would translate in the bedroom. Ana was becoming a bit crazy for him, crazy with an unquenched thirst that only he could give her.
She heard a knock at the door and went to open it. She figured that it was Cal and he had just forgotten his key, so she moved to open it. Her blue eyes widened when she saw who it was. The man pushed through to the house.
“Vlad! What are you doing here?! You can’t be here.”
“I am taking you home with me Ana.
Did you really think that I would just let you go? What are you wearing and where is the man that bought you?”
Ana was taken aback, the past was coming back to haunt her.
“I was not bought, we are to be married!”
“How can you get married when you are mine? You cannot belong to some American, you are mine Ana!”
He grabbed her arm hard and the memories of him made her shirk back. Vlad had always been rough with her and she tried to wrench her arm away. He slapped her hard for her disobedience and pulled her to his hard body. “You will regret that when we get home Ana. Now get your things so we can go.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you Vlad, I love him and you do not own me. I am going to marry Cal and that’s that!”
She was scared, but the very idea of leaving him behind for Vlad, made her body revolt with the very idea.
“You love him huh? Already became his whore I bet.”
“I would rather be his whore, than anything to you Vlad. Now leave before my husband gets home!”
She yelled it loud and though she was feeling brave, when he started to move towards her, she shrank back into the kitchen.
***
Cal had come home a little earlier than he was supposed to. His mind was filled with Ana most of the time and his control was waning around her. Every morning he woke up to her nestled almost naked against him because she said she did not like to wear clothing to bed. She had settled on a pair of panties and that was it. It was torture to Cal and he had to beeline it for the shower most mornings. She was starting to get restless as well, but he told himself that it would be better if they waited.
He pulled up and immediately realized that the door was open. It was never open when he got home and since it was so cold outside, he couldn’t imagine why it would be open. His mind was still on Ana, wondering what he would walk into. She had been dressing sexier and sexier and he hoped that she would give him a break tonight. Sometimes Ana was painful to be around.
Then he heard shouting and Ana say something about she would rather be a whore than with Vlad. His heckles raised and he had a momentary fear of losing her. Who was in his house? He was almost to the door when he heard her say that her husband was coming home. She was already calling him that and no matter what he found, those words affected him more than anything else.
He was not expecting a man in his home and certainly not one that had Ana on the ground, his body on top of her. Ana was fighting him off and cursing him in Russian. They hadn’t seen him yet and Cal could think of nothing else but to grab the man off of her and throw him.
“Get off of her!”
Vlad looked up at the hulking man standing over him and he knew then that he had lost her. He was not expecting such a large man. It seemed that Ana had gotten the biggest man she could find. Cal advanced towards Vlad and he got up, backing away.
“Get out now!”
His voice thundered through the house and even Ana was a bit scared of him in that way. He was so mad and so big, he was kind of terrifying. Vlad got up and started towards the door. He cast Ana a look that Cal caught. “You come to my house again and I will kill you. She is to be my wife.”
He left with a mess behind him and Ana was still on the ground where he had tackled her. Cal went to her and helped her up. She had a bruise forming on her face and her ankle hurt from being twisted.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded and started to apologize, to tell him what that was about, but he stopped her.
“I don’t need to know. As long as you are okay. We can go to the police if you want.”
“No, please.”
“You know him?”
She put her head down. “He was my boyfriend in Russia.”
“Did you ask him to come here?”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t know how he found me.”
“Is he the reason you left your home country?”
Ana nodded again, not able to meet his eyes.
“Do you still want to marry me Ana?”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Then nothing else matters.”
Chapter 7
The dinner was quiet, neither one knowing what to say. Cal made a comment of how good dinner was. It always was better than he would expect. Ana was quiet as well, embarrassed by what had happened. Every time he looked at her, he saw the swelling in her face and it pissed him off even more. Cal went to bed early that night and Ana was left to think of what had happened and worry that Cal wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore. He looked at her differently and she didn’t like it.
When she finally went to bed, he was already asleep and her thoughts of tonight being the night were quickly getting turned away. She lay down next to him, his body naturally wrapping around her. Her ass pressed against his front and she whimpered with the touch of something that she couldn’t have.
Ana had been going crazy all day, thinking about Cal and then Vlad had come and ruined it all. He looked at her like she wasn’t really his and she wanted to show him that she was. Ana didn’t want anyone else but him and his show of force to her ex, made her want him even more. He was such a strong man, even though he could kiss and hold her so tenderly she felt like she was a piece of glass.
She was sick of waiting and her own need took over. Pushing her ass against him in a slow pace, she could feel him getting harder as she rubbed against him. He made a groaning noise in the back of his throat that turned her on to no end.
“Cal?”
She heard him move behind her and then thrust forward till his cockhead was in between her soft cheeks. Ana whimpered, wishing for more, silently begging for more as she rubbed against him. His hand was on her hip and she moved it upwards to her bare tits, letting him feel their softness. Cal was soon tugging on one of her nipples and kissing the back of her neck. They were both awake and Ana’s eyes closed as his hips took over, as well as his hand.
“Please Cal. I need you.”
He pushed harder, pushing a little of her panties inside of her wetness. She whimpered again and begged for him to take her. It was all she could think about and all that she really needed. His hand left her softness and moved to her sting bikini panties. Pulling them down to her knees, his cock touched her wet heat and he groaned.
“Are you sure Ana?”
“Yes please!”
He pushed forward without another word. Her tightness stopped him, but her wetness lapped on his cockhead until it was wet enough to slide part of the way in. She was panting from his effort, his long cock wide and stretching her as he moved deeper into her. His hand was cupping her large tit, while the other went underneath her head to pull her closer for a kiss. Their lips met and as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his cock pushed the rest of the way in as well. Ana cried out into his mouth, her insides milking the thick shaft as he pulled out, taking some of her gripping pussy with him.
Cal groaned in her ear, telling her how good she felt, how tight and wet she was for him. She was perfect and the more she made her own tiny sounds of pleasure, the more crazed he felt. He needed her bad and there was nothing more he could do but start to fuck her as he had wanted to since the first moment he had laid eyes on her i
n the airport. The woman in front of him was whispering his name with each slam of his hips.
“Yes Cal, I’m going to come. Please harder!”
His eyes closed and he gritted his teeth. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it higher so that he could delve deeper into her wetness. She was not expecting more, thinking she had managed it all until another couple inches slammed into her womb. Her body shook as wetness flew on his shaft and thighs as he started to rut into her harder. Ana screamed in pleasure, but he still couldn’t fuck her the way he wanted to. The way her body called for him to fuck her.
Moving his arm, Cal rolled her over onto her stomach, his long length still inside of her. Biting her shoulders, he fucked her harder and faster, slamming in full length before pulling out to do it again. Ana was beside herself with the pleasure, unable to handle the moment she buried her face in the mattress to hide the sounds coming out of her. Cal was meeting his own end, cum boiling forward and unwilling to stay back so he could have just a little more time with her. Roaring loud, he pushed deep to give her all of his seed. She whimpered, her face going to the side for fresh breath as he filled her full of his hot need.
They stayed connected like that for some time, neither one of them wanted to end it and lose the feeling. When he finally did move out of her and laid back on his back, Ana curled up on his chest, her eyes slightly closed.
“That was…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, as another wave of aftershocks ran through her. Cal was worried that he had been too rough with her, losing his cool when he had felt her wet heat choking his cock. “I’m sorry if I was too rough Ana.”
Turning to him, she put a finger on his lips.
“Never apologize for that Cal. That was amazing, more than I could have ever hoped for between us.”
Cal agreed and he pulled her closer for a kiss with her words. It was better than he had imagined and he was quickly forgetting about the mystery man that had tried to ruin it all for him. Cal wanted to make her his, officially. Sitting up, he went to the bedside table and took out a small box.
Ana had other ideas, sitting up and crawling over his body when he got back in the bed. Like before when she sat on him, his cock was hard underneath her, but with nothing in between them, he could feel how wet she was. Ana was like a furnace and as she started to rub on him and kiss him, his hand released the box that he had brought back to bed. The question on his mind left him as she sat up and grabbed his length when he was fully hard. She positioned him to her hot core and slowly slid down onto his hardness.
“Oh God Cal!”
She sank on him fully and he was so much bigger that way,, pushing deeper than ever before. It was more than she could handle and after only a few moments, her small hands braced against his chest as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes closed and she slowed down as the orgasm became too strong to function.
“Yes Cal, yes.”
He held her close, pulling her down for a kiss while his hands held her in place, his hips thrusting up hard and fast inside of her. Cal was able to last longer after getting the first one out of the way. Ana was too weak to ride after a short time and he pushed her onto her back, covering her body with his own. Their lips met as he reentered her again. Cal couldn’t get enough of her and she was sore by the time he was done.
Ana had lost track of how many times she had come. Her breath was ragged and her chest rose and fell with each breath. She felt something pushing against her back uncomfortably and she moved to get the black box out from under her. Her heart stopped when she realized what it was. Opening it with shaky hands, she saw the most beautiful ring inside.
“Marry me Ana. I love you and I know in time, you can learn to love me too.”
She turned on her side, looking at him.
“I already do love you Cal. It’s impossible not to. I can’t wait to marry you Cal and start our family.”
“That could have already been started tonight.”
Ana liked the sound of that and he slid the ring on her finger.
“You’ve made me the happiest man alive Ana. I am so glad I found you.”
THE END
Highlander’s Bride
Callie is tired of life in Ireland and decides to make a fresh start for herself in Scotland. But as a woman traveling alone in dangerous times, she needs a man to keep her safe and take care of her. She hears about a man at the docks named Spurgis who can set her up with a marriage to a Scottish man. Since life at home is so bad she jumps at the chance, figuring that she could get lucky and get a nice man. Her other choices are not much better, and she can always run away if she has to.
When she meets Thomas, she thinks her dreams have come true. He is kind and considerate from the beginning, with a smile that makes her swoon. She is excited to be his wife, but it doesn’t go as she thought it would. She can tell that Thomas is holding something back. There are things in her new husband’s life that she isn’t privy to, and Callie herself has her own demons from her past to forget.
Was it all just wishful thinking that out of everything that had happened, out of all the men it could have been, Callie had married the man of her dreams?
Chapter 1
Thomas was tired. It had been a long day and going home to a cold, dark house was the last thing that he wanted to do. Instead he wanted to come home like Bertraud did. He had a wife, children and a nice hot meal while Thomas was usually left with whatever was left over from the day. It was the kind of life that he had wanted in his younger days, but as he got older, he was starting to see the merit in settling down with a family.
Before that, all he was worried about was war and a warm body next to him at night. It didn’t matter what her name was, or really anything else except that he got what he wanted in the end. The next morning nothing mattered as long as the woman left before too long after her eyes opened. It was not the right way, he knew that now, but now he wondered if it was too late for him. He had been like that for so long, that no one in the village would have anything to do with him. They knew how he was and when he traveled, they seemed to know the same. There was something about Thomas that told the interested party that there was something wild in him. There was something in him that no woman could tame.
So as he closed the door behind him and sighed in the dark surroundings, he shivered a little with the chill in the air. It took some time to get a fire going and the heat and light were not enough to get him feeling any better. Thomas had had enough.
He left his cold home to go back to Bertraud’s. Thankfully he was always welcome and he needed some cheering up. After a quick knock, he was invited in and given something to eat. That was really all he needed. “Thank you, Mariss. I hope Bertraud’s knows how lucky he is.”
The older woman smiled back at him and for a moment he could see the appeal of her. She wasn’t his type, waif thin and quiet, but there was something to be said for such a docile woman. Thomas had a tendency to find ones that were easy on the eyes and good for only one thing.
“You just have to settle down, Thomas.”
“There is no one here that would.” It was an honest answer that no one disagreed with. He had a reputation and though he was good for a night, by morning they had to be gone. No one in the villages would take him seriously. His friend and his wife were wondering the same thing.
Mariss was not one to say much, however when she did it was usually worth listening to. She had an idea that would give Thomas what he wanted or show that he didn’t and it was all just him feeling lonely because he didn’t have time to get a bedmate.
“You should go down there by the docks. There is a man there that sets up marriages with Irish women coming over.”
Thomas looked towards her and was actually surprised at the suggestion. “Sets up marriages?”
She nodded and tried to explain the practice. The women wanted to come to Scotland, but many wouldn’t have any money or family to help, so marrying a Scottish man gives them security
. He seemed amazed at the idea of marrying someone he had never met before, but then when he thought about it, it made sense. He was not necessarily looking for love. He was looking for someone to take care of the house and put something hot and edible on the table when he came home after a long day patrolling. The rest of it, his other needs, were never hard to find satisfaction for. His reputation wasn’t all bad.
His mind was reeling and Mariss could see that he was taking her words to heart. Maybe he was ready to settle down, she thought to herself, though no one could read his mind.
“You will have to tell me where. I may very well go down there tomorrow.”
Bertraud gave his wife a side look, not sure why she was getting in the middle of it. Mariss just ignored him as she always did. Bertraud would warn of marrying a woman too smart, but would never say it out loud with his wife in present company. While he would never change his marriage to his wife, Bertraud was sure that there were many things that Thomas was not aware of.
“So what do you think, old man?”
He sneered at the title that he was still trying to get used to. Pulling on his gray beard slightly, he just smiled and then shook his head. “If that is what you really want, they would not know anything about you. You may have a chance, but do you really think that is what you truly want?
Thomas wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he was ready for a change. The worse thing that could happen was he would be stuck with a woman that couldn’t cook. “I don’t know. It is something to think about, though.”
***
Thomas did think about it all night. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, but at some point in the night, his mind went from if he could marry a stranger, to what it would be like. He tried to picture it and then he started to think about how to actually make it happen. Where would she sleep? His thoughts never included romantics, but instead it was what she could make his home like. What it would feel like to come home to a warmth hearth.