by Alice Cooper
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
DRAWN TO ONE MAN
Chapter One
Lydia leaned back and rolled her head from side to side to ease the ache in her shoulders. The letters were piled high on the desk, and she was making little progress. As the mastermind behind Hairy and Fluffy, a dating agency, she had the duty to create the perfect matches. The last meet and greet party turned into a high success. Most of her matches paired up together, and she’d managed to finally pair the elusive Cole Greyson with his mate. It had taken some extra effort to finally get Sasha at the party, but it was well worth the effort.
Maxwell Torrent was now at the top of her list. The alpha lion shifter had refused to settle down, and the lion community was growing uneasy. If he didn’t find his mate soon, they would have to replace him with the second-in-command, and they weren’t keen on that idea. Maxwell was their favorite.
They’d turned to her to find his mate, but it wasn’t easy. As she sifted through the letters of women who wanted to be matched, she hadn’t found anyone that stood out. None were strong enough to withstand the lion’s domineering personality. Most wouldn’t last a night with Maxwell.
“Lydia Jones?”
She looked up to see a brunette standing in the doorway She was tall and curvy with an irritated look on her face. Lydia blinked. She hadn’t heard the bell on the door.
“That’s me. If you want to fill out an application, the paperwork is outside the door. We’re on a waiting list right now, but I might get you in at a fall party,” she said absently.
The brunette laughed. “Oh, no I’m not here for that. My name is Cassie Branders. I’m a reporter for The Weekly Report. My editor would like a human-interest piece on your dating service. Would you be able to do an interview for me?”
Lydia narrowed her eyes. She was keen on reading people, and the vibes coming off this woman were most interesting. “Cassie Branders from the Cassie Column?”
The writer smiled. “So you have heard of me!”
“Yes,” Lydia said slowly. “You tend to write rather strongly worded editorials. Why would you be slated for the human interest story?”
“You caught me,” Cassie said with a frown. “The last column I wrote hinted about the inequality of dating services, and the advertisers were not pleased. I didn’t mean for it to have such a negative response, so I offered to do an in-depth study on one dating service. You have a high success rate of couples meeting at your parties and sticking it out long after the wedding. I’d like to discuss your process.”
Lydia cocked her head. Cassie was known for her independence, her witty words, her talent, and her beauty. An idea started to form in her head. “Are you married or seeing anyone, Cassie?”
Cassie shook her head. “Married to the job, I’m afraid.”
“And have you ever been to one of my parties?”
Again, the lovely brunette shook her head. “It’s by invitation only, correct? I don’t do much dating.”
“I’m putting a party together for Friday evening. Why don’t you come to the party, and then we’ll do there?”
Cassie smiled. “That sounds great.” She offered her card. “Here is all my contact information. Would it be okay if I talked to the guests at the party? I’d like to know what they’re looking for.”
She was making it too easy for Lydia. She took the card and nodded. “I think that would be perfect.”
Cassie nodded and existed the office. Lydia pulled out the invitation and a blank envelope. With an air of satisfaction, she addressed the envelope to Maxwell Torrent. It was time to knock another big name off her list.
Cassie Branders was going to make the perfect lioness.
Chapter Two
Max’s stomach rumbled. He’d been forced to skip out on lunch when his assistant hadn’t showed up, and now that the workday was over, his stomach was demanding some attention.
The breeze rippled through his gold hair as he rolled the window down to grab his mail, and he was torn. Work had been hell, and he really wanted to put on his tennis shoes and do a few miles around the neighborhood, but running on an empty stomach tended to make him even more temperamental.
And Max was not a stand-up guy when his temper got the best of him.
So his shoved a frozen lasagna in the microwave and flipped through his mail while he waited. A black envelope with gold lettering caught his eye, and he frowned.
Hairy and Fluffy Dating Agency
What the hell? Max tossed it aside without bothering to open it. He’d heard of the agency of course. It was big in the shifter community, and rumor had it that they were good. But Max was far too busy to search for a mate. He had his own business to run not to mention a pride to oversee. Even though the pride was demanding that he finally settle down, there simply wasn’t enough time in the day.
In the past, he’d been interested. His former days were filled with women and dreams of a mate and a family, but eventually, all of his flings ended the same. None of them could handle him at his worse, and sometimes, his worse was all he had to offer.
The microwaved beeped, and Max devoured the cardboard tasting meal. Something tugged at his peripheral, and his eyes slid over to the counter.
With a low grown, he snagged the envelope and ripped it open with far more aggression than was necessary.
You are cordially invited to a meet and greet Friday evening. Shifters and carefully sifted human applicants will be there in hopes of finding their true love. Eighty percent of shifters find their mates. Are you ready for yours?
He rolled his eyes. Nonsense. He certainly did not need to find his mate in a room of pumped up testosterone and alphas or alpha wannabees. That’s just a recipe for disaster.
As he tossed the card aside, he flipped over, and he noticed a message on the back.
Maxwell, your pride encourages you to attend.
His eyes widened. The barstool hit the floor as he lunged to his phone. It only took two seconds for his father to pick up. “Before you say anything,” Charles said mildly.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Max hissed. “Is this a threat?”
His father had obviously been waiting for the phone call. “Maxwell, the stipulations for being an alpha are clear. You have to mate. You’re pushing thirty-five and the pride is getting nervous. If you don’t take a wife soon, they’re going to be forced to place Jerome as alpha, and nobody wants that.”
Max gripped the phone. His father wasn’t wrong. The Torrent family had been the alphas of the local tribe for several generations, and it would continue as long as the pride was happy and the alpha took a mate and continued the line. If an alpha died without an heir, the strongest male took over, and while Jerome was the strongest, he was also the most temperamental and unpredictable. It was a recipe for disaster.
“But a Hairy and Fluffy party?” he said as his anger escaped him. He leaned against the counter and dropped his head. “That’s degrading.”
“It’s hardly degrading. That agency has the best reputation in the shifter community. I know you’re busy. They do all the work for you. Just give it a shot.”
Charles had been a great leader, and had he not fallen ill several years ago, he would still be alpha. But the community feared he would not make it, so Max, as the oldest son, took over. Charles recovered, and he had no issues with his son taking over. Max wanted to earn the pride’s respect like his father had earned it.
He wanted his father to proud of him as well.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll go. But we’re going to have some words about personal space at the next meeting,�
�� he snapped.
“Good luck with that,” Charles snorted.
Max hung up the phone and sighed. Shrugging his shoulders to ease the tension, he stripped out of his business clothes and put on his jogging gear. He had quite a bit of frustrations to burn before he tried to take on the dating agency.
Even the pounding of his heels hitting the ground didn’t do anything to release the anxiety he had about potentially meeting his mate. It made him anxious to think that he was meant to be with one person. What if he got it wrong and he picked the wrong woman? What if his woman didn’t like him?
So he ran harder and farther, but before he could completely escape the situation, he turned back around to take a shower and get ready for the damn party.
Chapter Three
Cassie checked everything in her bag. She had her recorder for longer interviews, her notebook, a couple of pens, and her camera. She stepped into her strappy sandals and hung her press badge around her neck. She didn’t want any of the shifters to get any ideas.
“Why are you taking the badge?” her friend asked with a mouth full of ice cream. In her third trimester, Sara was usually found munching on something.
“Because I’m writing an article,” Cassie said as she rolled her eyes.