BAD BOY ROMANCE: A Wifey for the Bad Boy (Contemporary Alpha Male Romance Book) (New Adult Alpha Male Romance Short Stories)

by Ava May

  "Sara, I'm home. The garage door wouldn't open." Shit. Her father's voice. "I guess the electricity is out. You okay?" He strode into the room.

  Too late to adjust her bra, she shoved her shirt all the way down and hoped the bulkiness would hide her state of undress. Surely the room was dark enough to hide her enflamed cheeks.

  "I'm fine. Your friend Mathew is here."

  "He is? He's early."

  "Yeah, that's what he said."

  "You don't have to yell, I can hear you."

  Hoping to heck Matt could too, she kept her voice raised. "Good to see you, Dad."

  In the dim light, she saw his eyebrows raise. "Are you sure you're all right?"

  "Hey there. About time you got home."

  Matt ambled down the stairs and to Sara's relief, from what she could see, the erection he'd had moments ago disappeared. The two men shook hands and guy-hugged.

  "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

  "I got drenched. That's my rental car with a flat tire you see down the road. Your daughter was kind enough to let me shower and loan me clothes."

  "You've met Sara then."

  "Sure have. We helped ourselves to pizza and drinks."

  "Why didn't you tell me you had company coming?" Sara stood and put her hands on her hips. Her heart rate slowed a little, but she still had steam to blow off.

  "Sorry, totally slipped my mind. I got called away for this last minute meeting. Glad you were here to let Matt in. Guys, I'm beat. Hate to be rude but I'm heading to bed. Maybe there's still some hot water left. There's extra blankets in the closet, if the heat doesn't come back on." Doug picked up the overnight bag he'd brought in. "I'll see you two in the morning."

  When he'd disappeared up the stairs, Sara and Matt looked at each other.

  "Um…"

  "Guess we should smother the fire, close off the fireplace. I'll take care of that, if you'll put away the food stuff. Got your flashlight?"

  "Yeah."

  "Okay. Well, good night then."

  No, not hardly a good night. Sara wanted to talk further, to continue where they'd left off. But the magic had disappeared. She gathered the wine, plates and empty beer bottle and put the items on the tray. Moving slowly, still shaking, she took it to the kitchen.

  Damn it! Why did her dad have to come in just now and ruin what was sure to be the best time she'd had for a while? Of course, it would have been worse if they'd already been naked and entwined. A shudder coursed through her as she pictured that. Her legs wrapped around Matt, heels digging into him.

  Blowing out a breath, she put that image out of her mind and cleaned up in the kitchen. She'd take a shower, most likely cold. The hot water take in the house was large, but she suspected not big enough for a third steamy rinse. That would cool down her jets. Anyway, her and Matt, bad idea. He said he found her attractive, and his body sure responded, but after their one night together, he'd be gone. So what was the point, besides a little pleasure? She'd just get all goofy and sappy, start to like the guy. She didn't need her heart stomped on again.

  But what a guy! A grin spread across her face as she shoved the pizza box in the trash. Funny, kind, generous. She could have sworn all those men were as extinct as the Tyrannosaurus rex.

  Didn't matter. Matt wasn't for her. His interest was just horny-guy-in-a-romantic-situation attraction, that's all.

  When she walked back to the living room, Matt was gone and the fire was out. Just like the one in her heart.

  Chapter 3

  In the Pink Room, Sara's bedroom of choice, she managed a quick, lukewarm shower before the water turned cold. She'd have to hunt down another blanket or two, wear her yoga pants to bed, if the electric stayed off. Rain continued to beat on the roof, though the thunder and lightning had stopped. Maybe she could coerce Daisy into the bed to snuggle.

  "Don't you look delicious."

  Sara almost dropped the candle she held. Two other candles burned in their holders, one on the dresser and one on the bedside table, joined by the bottle of wine and a glass. Matt sat on the edge of her bed, a mischievous smile in place.

  "What are you doing here?" She clutched the towel to her body.

  He stood, crossed the room, and came to stand a foot away. "Finishing what we started."

  She backed up. "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not a 'quickie' kind of girl."

  "Oh, it won't be a quickie." He moved closer.

  "I mean, I don't do one-night stands."

  "Didn't plan on this being one of those." Closer.

  "You said you've had a lot of lovers."

  "I have." Now almost touching.

  "I don't want to be another conquest. You don't live here. You'll be leaving soon. Right?"

  "Wrong. That's one reason I want to get this project rolling. So I can put down roots somewhere for a while. Stop traveling so much."

  His scent reached her now, that pine/orange, mixed with wood smoke. And a little man-sweat. Her pussy clenched and she gripped the candlestick to keep her hands from reaching out and grabbing him.

  "My dad, he's just down the hall."

  "And passed out by now, I'm sure. These rooms are pretty sound proof. We'll just have to try not to scream."

  She didn't protest when he took the candlestick away, set it down, then pulled the towel away.

  "Just stand there a minute and let me look at you."

  She did, trying not to blush. Matt seemed genuinely turned-on by her body. And as he undressed, she was most definitely aroused by his. Strong legs, a powerful torso, arms that she wanted wrapped around her.

  He held out his hand and led her to the bed.

  "Sit. Open your legs."

  She complied, and pulled in a breath as he kneeled, parted her thighs further, and began to lick her pussy. Long, slow strokes, sweeping upward and ending at her clit, which he flicked with his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair, tingles of pleasure rushing from her scalp to her toes. He continued this movement for several moments, then pulled back and slid a finger inside her.

  Like he knew her body already, he found her G-spot. With just the right amount of pressure, he caressed it with one finger, while his thumb teased her clit. Sara planted her hands on the mattress and leaned back on the bed, afraid she would fall over. The tingles had turned to bolts of ecstasy; she could barely sit upright.

  Finally, after only a few minutes of this bliss, she pushed his hand away. "Stop. I'm going to come right now."

  "Nothing wrong with that." The glow from the candles illuminated his eyes, gone dark with desire.

  "I want to wait for you."

  "Go ahead. I'll catch up."

  He smiled and put his mouth back on her clit, slid two fingers inside her channel, then reached up to fondle her breasts. Stroking first one, then the other, he tortured her nipples to almost painful points.

  Sara squirmed on the bed. She'd never had a man pay this kind of attention to her body. Like he truly wanted to please her, make her happy. And suddenly, she wanted to do the same to him. She moved away, onto the middle of the mattress, and got up on all fours.

  "I want to taste you now, want you in my mouth."

  He looked as though he would protest, for a moment, but then he stood. Oh yeah, the guy was ready. She bit her lip at the size of his erection. His cock was not overly long but thick, and she knew from having held it earlier, it would be hard. She crawled to him and before he could utter a word, bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

  He moaned, and it was his turn to grab her long, black hair. Up and down his shaft she pulled her mouth, sucking, using her tongue to circle the head, grazing gently with her teeth down lower. Kyle had always demanded blow jobs and for the first time ever, Sara was glad she'd practiced so much. Balancing herself on one hand, she licked the fingers of the other and used them to stroke his balls.

  Matt's breath came in short, shallow pants. "Enough." He stepped back. "I can't take that anymore. I've got to get inside you, now. Turn a
round."

  She did, not certain she could support herself with her trembling arms. This kind of sexual excitement was totally new. All her other encounters had been good, and most of the time she'd reached orgasm (as long as she told Kyle and her one other boyfriend, what to do) but this exceeded her wildest imaginings. The energy that flowed between her and Matt had her lit up like a firework, ready to explode. She half wanted to prolong the experience, half desperately wanted to reach her climax.

  Uh-oh. Wait. "Did you bring the…"

  "I did."

  The sound of a foil packet tearing caused another burst of wet. Any second, he would slide that magnificent cock inside her. She shuddered when he grasped her cheeks, then rubbed his rod along her ass.

  "I'm going to get in there, next time." He slapped her, just hard enough to sting and make her bite back a yelp of pleasure. "But now…"

  She did cry out when he plunged his rod inside her. A perfect fit, like she knew it would be. They both paused for a moment, reveling in the feel of utter bliss. Then, he moved, slowly, sliding in and out. She clamped her muscles down once, delighting in the groan of pleasure that move produced. When he reached around and found her clit again, she tried hard to remember to be quiet. The way he stroked her, teasing, light, then hard, made her want to scream for more.

  When he pinched her throbbing bud, she couldn't hold back. Grabbing a handful of the sheets, she buried her head in a pillow, to stifle her bellow as she came. The orgasm ripped through her like the lightning bolts that had hammered the house all night.

  "That's it, baby, come for me. Damn, you got me hot. Hold on."

  Both hands back on her ass, he rammed into her, and as he found his own release a moment later, bent over and burrowed into her neck, to stifle his shout of joy.

  For a moment he remained wrapped around her, both of them breathing hard. Then he climbed onto the bed, skimmed off the condom, and pulled her down next to him, her back to his stomach. He slowly ran his hand over her torso, his rough palm on her now-sensitive skin sending shivers rippling every which way. She stroked his leg.

  "You do something with those hands. They're rough."

  "Sorry." He stopped.

  "No, I like it." She put his hand back.

  "I do work outdoors whenever I can. Chop some wood, fix stuff myself. I like to keep active."

  "You're in great shape." She turned around, nestled into his chest, and trailed a fingertip along his abdomen.

  "Touch me again," he commanded.

  "What, here?" She tiptoed her fingers down lower, then wrapped them around his cock and squeezed. "Holy shit." She laughed as he instantly grew hard again.

  "I'll bet you're ready too."

  "No. I don't ever come more than once."

  But his fingers were already busy, stroking her slick clit, rubbing her juices all over her pussy.

  "I've only got the one condom so we'll have to do each other like this."

  "Really, I don't think I…oh damn."

  He'd slid a finger into her ass, just a tip, but enough to make her whimper with need. How could he maneuver one hand so expertly, to play her body like a musical instrument?

  "Relax, let me take care of you."

  So she did, closing her eyes and giving herself up to ultimate pleasure. He moved his fingers skillfully, gauging her need, flowing with a perfect rhythm. To her wonder and delight, she came again, a gentler peak this time, but still enough to make her back arch and force her to clench her teeth to contain the sounds she wanted to make.

  Back flat on the bed, she realized she'd let go of his cock and reached down to grasp it again. He gently pushed her hand away.

  "I'm done for the night, darlin'. Let me just hold you awhile, enjoy this amazing buzz."

  She burrowed into him, breathing in his scent as she lay her head on his chest. Amazing buzz was right! She wanted to stay awake for hours, just to enjoy this better-than-anything-ever feeling, but between those two mind-blowing orgasms and the rest of the night's activity, her body and mind proved to be done also. In moments, she drifted to sleep.

  ****

  "Hey, wake up. Shhhh."

  Sara woke, totally confused for a few seconds. Darkness filled the room and the clock on her nightstand showed six o'clock. Then she remembered where she was and, oh yeah, who she was with. A smile curved her lips and she kissed Matt's chest, licking his erect nipple, enjoying his quiet moan.

  "Don't start. I won't stop. Damn it, I want you again."

  "So let's."

  He rolled away and sat up. "I'm heading back to my own room. Doug is an early riser and I don't think he would be too happy to find me in bed with his daughter."

  "I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions." A stab of cold twisted in her heart. "So you're leaving? You don't want to see me again?"

  "Hell no. I want to see you. A lot. Let's just introduce this idea to your dad slowly. Without us being naked. I plan to rent a place here in Clayton, so I'll be around."

  "For real? You plan to stay here, in Clayton?" Sara rose up on one forearm.

  "I do. And if you're here, I'll have all the more incentive." With one finger, he drew a slow, lazy line down her arm, then looked her straight in the eye. "You said you like nice guys. I make cookies, I paint, and I plan to get a cat. I'll never be one of those black-leather bad boys. If that's what you want, it's not who I am, I'm telling you upfront."

  So there was one nice guy left in the world after all. Cooking, painting, cats, and a big heart able to show generosity to others. Oh, and a heck of great partner in bed. Life suddenly looked better than her best romance novel.

  "You are exactly what I want." Sara planted a kiss on his lips. "I'll see you at breakfast."

  And later. Lots more later, if she had her way.

  THE END

  The Hot New Doctor

  The Hot New Doctor

  Chapter 1

  Kylie Moran looked into her reflection in the elevator mirror and sighed before she smiled to herself.

  “This was actually a flattering purchase,” she thought as she looked at the long printed top and blue jeans she had on. The print detail around her mid-section made her waist look so much smaller than she actually was. She took a long deep breath as she began approaching the tenth floor of the building that housed Valley Medical Center. It was the one time of year that she hated more than anything…her annual OBGYN check-up. Everything about it made her squirm. The speculum, the probe…it was all too uncomfortable for her to say the least.

  Growing up. Kylie had always been a little self-conscious having to live with being the heavier child in a family of cheerleaders and ballet dancers. For the longest time, she had considered herself the black sheep in her family because as far as she was concerned, that was the only way she could explain her existence in a family of perfection. And even though her family went to great lengths to let her know that she was beautiful, it was never really enough. Not for her anyway. After all, they were her family. They were supposed to tell her that after all. It was kind of their duty. As a result of her low self-esteem, the simplest things in life like doctor visits had been a struggle for her especially her OBGYN visits. Thankfully for her, her doctor was an old man Sean Simms whom she felt relatively comfortable around. But then again, she had to. It was not like her old greying doctor of six years would ever pull any moves on her.

  She sighed when she walked into the reception. Her heart was already pounding in her chest and she found herself humming to calm herself down.

  “Kylie Moran here for Dr. Simms,” she said in a low voice when she got to the reception.

  “Go right in, please.”

  Kylie took a long deep breath as she made her way to the doctor’s office. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed that there was a new nurse in there.

  “Hi, I’m Kylie…here for Doctor Simms,” she said again and the young brunette smiled at her.

  “Why don’t you get changed into these and wait inside? He will be with
you shortly,” she said and Kylie nodded before she sighed silently.

  “I’m sorry…um…” she started as she struggled to look at her nametag.

  “Miranda,” the nurse said smiling.

  “Sorry Miranda but I am so used to seeing Bess every time I come here,” she said as she reached into her purse. “I usually bring her cookies… I actually brought some today.”

  The nurse smiled and then frowned jokingly.

  “I’m sorry. Bess resigned a few months ago,” she said and Kylie looked at the container of cookies in her hands and shrugged.

  “Maybe I should just leave this with you then,” Kylie said. “I mean, God knows I cannot take more of these home.”

  Miranda smiled and nodded.

  “Why, thank you. This will save me a trip down to the cafeteria,” she said and Kylie shrugged before she walked into the examination room. She changed out of her jeans and top and in to her hospital gown. She had barely sat down when she heard the door open and almost immediately, her heart rate shot up.

  “Deep breaths…deep breaths,” she thought as she closed her eyes. “Happy thoughts, happy place.”

  “All right, Miss Moran,” she heard the doctor saying. “I need you to scoot down all the way to the end and just relax.”

  “While you are down there you might want to tell me why the hell I have this weird itch,” she said in a low voice. “I have a feeling that the guy I have been seeing…well, I’m not really seeing him anymore or anything but I kind of think that he gave me something…” her voice trailed off. “I’m scared and I just want to be sure,” she added.

  “Well, I see a little inflammation in here but it doesn’t look serious,” he said.

  Kylie thought he sounded different but she dismissed it. For all she knew it might have been her nerves taking the better of her. She closed her eyes and winced a little when she felt her insides being invaded by the swab.

  “Just keep the thoughts coming…and happy…” she thought as she took long deep breaths. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she was not even listening to what the doctor was saying. All she could manage to do was just get lost in her own world as she felt the somewhat cool speculum inside her. A small gasp escaped her lips when she doctor swabbing her.