Jake
Holy shit, pregnant. Chelsea was pregnant with my kid? It was like time stopped around me and the world slowed to a standstill as the news sunk in.
Holy shit, she was having our baby.
I could feel my whole heart soar as the news sunk in, and it was so fucking nuts that I almost didn’t realize it when Mike lunged at me with his fist raised.
But suddenly the world came rushing back, and suddenly I was very aware that one of my oldest buddies was about to murder me with his bare fucking hands.
“Stop! Dad stop!” Suddenly, Chelsea was between us, one hand and her body pressed against my chest as if shielding me, and the other outstretched to stop her father.
Mike did stop, but his whole face was a mask of fury as he barred his teeth at me. “You keep away from my daughter you fucking piece of-”
“Dad I love him.”
The words were like the breaking of glass in the frozen scene of the backyard; like a collective pause and intake of breath. Mike slowly shook his head, glaring at her. “You don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, Chelsea.”
“I do, Dad!” She suddenly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. It was like instinct as I felt my arms go around her; like the base primal need to protect and comfort my mate or something. I didn’t even care that Mike and Sarah’s faces flinched as they watched me hold their daughter, because the time for secrets was over.
“And he loves me, dad,” Chelsea said softly, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
Mike dragged his eyes back up to mine. “Get away from her, Jake,” he said evenly. “You know I’ve got a gun in the house, and old buddy or not, I’m prepared to use it.”
“Jesus, Mike!” Sarah hissed from the back porch.
“I’m warning you, Jake.” Mike’s face was drawn and haggard looking. “You ever come near her again, or contact her, and I’ll kill you. Understand?”
And right then, I knew it was time to stop all this. Right then, I knew it was time to step up and be the man I knew I was, and the man I knew I could be.
For her.
“Mike, Sarah?” My voice was sharp, and they both looked at me. “I love her,” I said evenly, my arms tightening protectively around Chelsea. “I love her with everything I have, and she loves me.”
Mike started to shake his head, his fingers rubbing his temple, but I reached out and put a hand on his arm. “It’s real, buddy.” I meet his eye. “It’s more real than anything.”
The fire left his eyes, and I watched the fight drop out of him. “It’s real” had been how he felt about Sarah. It’s what he’d kept saying to me when he’d first met her on shore leave way back in the Navy. The “real deal”, he called it
And then he was listening.
“I’m never going to hurt her, Mike,” I said, holding her tight. “I’m never going to leave her, and I’m going to provide and take care of her.”
I looked up at Sarah, staring at us with wide eyes from the back porch with her hand over her mouth. “She’s going to finish college too, I swear, Sarah.”
“Jesus, Jake.” Mike shook his head, sighing heavily.
“I should tell them,” Chelsea whispered into my chest, and I nodded.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Mike’s eyes darted back up to mine, and I nodded.
“It’s true, Mike. And I’m here for it, all the way.” I entwined my fingers in hers, and drew her close against me. “It’s real, buddy; it’s the real deal.”
I could see the last of his anger drop then as he slowly started to nod his head. Sarah came up behind him, and he put his arm around her before turning back to Chelsea and I. “When you know, you know; that it, Jake?”
“That’s it, Mike.” I said evenly. “When you know, you never let go.”
And just like that, the whole tension broke, and I watched the both of them smile.
“You hurt her, and I’ll come after you, Jake.”
But I wasn’t worried about that, because there was no damn way I was ever going go to leave this perfect angel at my side.
Not ever.
And then I turned and kissed her, and I didn’t even care about the world around us anymore as her lips melted against mine.
Because right then, it was cemented; she was mine.
Epilogue
Chelsea
One Year Later
“Oh fuck, baby! Right there!”
I gasped as Jake’s hands tightened around my hips and held me in place as he thrust his hips up and down, his thick cock fucking me hard. I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm tore through me, feeling my pussy clench tightly around the huge cock deep inside of me as I came.
Almost without warning, he suddenly yanked me up, planting my knees astride his head, and I moaned as his mouth found my slit. I loved how he could manhandle me like that; how his strong arms could just toss me around in the bedroom. And God did I love his tongue on my pussy like that.
I whimpered and reached behind me to stroke his beautiful cock, slick with my cum. Jake’s tongue teased circles around my clit, his strong hands holding me tightly to his face as he rocked me towards another climax.
“Wait, wait!” I gasped. “I want to feel you inside me when you make me come again.”
He grinned at me as he lifted me off his face and back down his body, placing me right back where I’d been. I groaned as I sank back onto him, my hand guiding the fat head into my wetness as I watched his eyes flash at me. I leaned into to kiss him, moaning loudly as I tasted myself on his lips and he started to rock back into me, filling me so deeply and completely.
“You keep that up and you’re going to wake the baby, honey,” he growled into my ear.
“I just put him down, we’re fine,” I gasped. “Just please keep fucking me!”
“Oh I’m never going to stop fucking this sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled, biting me hard on the neck as he pumped into me.
Yeah, so, this was married life, and I couldn’t have been happier.
In a fairytale, everything after that explosive night in my parents yard would have been all peaches and cream. But life of course is not a fairytale, and there were certainly rough spots after that first admission there in front of everyone. My parents were weird at first; I mean, of course they were and they had every right to be. But they got it, eventually. My dad really was the one that swayed it, when he saw how happy Jake and I were together, and how real it was.
When you know, you know.
We moved, obviously. Besides living next door to my parents and all the bad juju of living in a house Jake lived in with his ex-wife, I did have to finish school, and he made sure of that.
He had ways of motivating me that I’d never even dreamed of.
Jake took the move as a chance to break into the Boston college scene with his freelance scouting, and in a city with sixty colleges, when his name took off it took off. We moved into a nice little suburb outside the city, which is where we currently were, in our house just outside the city, with him doing what he did best.
Fucking me.
Specifically, fucking me like I’d never imagined I could get fucked, and pumping me full of his cum every chance he got. Protection? Hah, not a chance. It was funny to think that here I was more than a year after I’d lost my virginity, and I’d still never used any sort of birth control. Which was fine of course, because I’m pretty sure it was one of those first times that got me pregnant. And after that? Well, it’s not like you can get pregnant when you are pregnant. And as for now?
Well, now I was ready for him to fill me up again and make me big.
I could feel my pussy tightening around him, feeling so exquisitely full and stretched like he always made me feel. My breath came ragged and my pulse stuttered as he drove me over that edge, his big cock pounding in and out of me.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” Jake growled. “I’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy with
every drop of my cum.” He looked deep into my eyes, his face tight as his hips rocked against mine. “I’m gonna fill that belly up with another baby.”
And that did it. With a cry, I came, my body exploding around his perfect, thick cock as my orgasm ripped through me. I gasped, feeling him roar as he rocked in deep and let loose, his cum filling my fertile young body in a way that I knew was taking hold. I could feel him pumping me full so deep inside, and I swear I could feel my body already taking it all in; already making something new.
Because you’d think that there couldn’t possibly be any more space for any more joy in our lives, but we were ready to prove that wrong.
Every single chance we got.
The End
Sugar & Spice
Sugar & Spice
A little bit sweet and a whole lot of naughty.
Colin:
She shouldn’t have been there that night. She never should have lied her way into that club and stepped into my world.
She’s off-limits – too pure, too sweet, too innocent – too good for a man of my tastes.
But she did, wearing that dress, wrapping her sweet lips around the straw of the cocktail in her hand, and looking at me like that. Just a taste of that pure, innocent sweetness, and now I HAVE to have her.
I have to own her – dominate her, make her scream and make her beg for more.
A man like me shouldn’t be anywhere near a girl like her - but that’s why I want her. That’s why I want to bend her over my knee and take her every way I please.
She’s been very, very bad - and bad girls get punished
Isabella:
I know I’ve been naughty. A good girl like me had no business in a dark and dangerous nightclub like that. No business flirting with a man like that.
But I’m tired of being good. For just one night I wanted a taste of something else – something toe-curlingly bad and deliciously sinful. So I let go completely and let the gorgeous, rough stranger take what he wanted from me, piece by piece.
Except now, the man who stripped me of my reservations, my hesitations, and my innocence is standing right in front of me.
In his office. Hiring me.
Bringing me into his world.
Telling me there are rules.
And good girls follow the rules...right?
Sugar & Spice is a hot, steamy read involving a very dominant and totally obsessed alpha hero – hell bent on having her submission. This one’s a little bit nice and a whole lot of naughty – so make sure Santa isn’t watching! A very sweet HEA, plenty of steam and heat along the way, and no cheating!
Happy Holidays
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
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Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
1
Isabella
“We abide by rules in this house.”
His voice was honey and scotch; the deep pull of a haunting cello. Clean and crisp, it resonated against the lush wood, leather, and marble of the room.
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
There were nine of us in the richly furnished, darkly lit study. Me, seven other college-aged girls just like me, and him.
Despite being just one of the nine people in the room, he took up ninety-nine percent of the air in the room.
His lingered over each of us as he purred the words. “Is that clear?”
One of the girls, a brunette standing a few applicants down from me, nodded quickly.
“Absolutely Mr.—”
“Sir.”
His words sliced through the room, cutting her off and making her lips snap shut before she frowned and turned to him.
“Wait, seriously?”
I felt something inside of me clutch up at her casual tone, and I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to open my own mouth and tell her, “Shh! That’s not how you speak to him!”
Because I knew. Maybe the rest of the applicants thought I was just another stranger to him — just one more vaguely anonymous applicant.
Except I wasn’t. We were not strangers.
Well, we were — to an extent — but that’s not to say we didn’t know each other. Not in the usual sense, at least. I didn’t know what his favorite color was, his favorite song, or what type of books he read.
I knew his drink was scotch, but that was just a tip of the iceberg.
Because in that room, with the seven other applicants, I was willing to bet I was the only girl that knew how Colin Kensington’s cock tasted.
I was willing to bet I was the only one who knew how he fucked.
And he knew I knew that. He hadn’t — not at first when he’d first strode into the study to address the potential au pairs. God, I didn’t know who he was until he recognized it. How in the world could I have ever imagined that that man, from that night would be him? Colin Kensington, famously secret billionaire investor.
Famously secret billionaire investor and my potential employer. The interview was set up by Dr. Rice, my freshman academic advisor at Harvard. That’s who I’d thought I was meeting this evening at his lavish townhouse up on Beacon Hill. The wealthy friend of my economics professor who needed someone to watch and care for his children for the holidays. One with a strong educational background, a valid passport, and fluency in French.
That’s who I’d expected.
What I had not expected, was him. Him being the man from the nightclub a week before. Him being the dark, dominant, arrogant and panty-meltingly gorgeous stranger that made me throw away all reason.
I was five minutes into a very important job interview, and I wanted to sink into the floor.
And he knew it.
He’d stepped into that study, started speaking, and my heart jumped into my throat. He’d closed the door, asked us all to stand in a line, and stepped in front of us. His eyes moved over each of us until for one single second, something in that armor of his cracked when his eyes landed on me.
And then he knew.
And he’d grinned.
And now here was this other girl, questioning him? I wanted to laugh. Because I knew what speaking to him like that would bring out. I knew the dominant, demanding way that man got exactly what he wanted.
I’d thrown away every last bit of my reason with him a week before at that nightclub. My reason, my caution, and most importantly, the last cloying shreds of my innocence.
“Excuse me?” The crisp English in his accent was edged in steel as he paused, turning slightly to look at the girl who’d spoken up.
The girl immediately looked like she’d realized her mistake. It was too late, of course.
“I will be addressed as sir,” he purred, moving to stand directly in front of her — towering over the small girl and leveling that steely sharp gray gaze at her.
“I— Yes, of course,” she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor in front of her. “You’ll be addressed as sir.”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a smile as he nodded. “Yes. But not by you, I’m afraid.”
> She looked up quickly. “What?”
“Andrew will see you out.”
She blinked as the rest of us and quickly looked straight ahead. “Oh, I—”
“Now.”
He nodded at the door to the study behind us, and she almost looked like she wanted to say something else. Instead, she whirled around and ran for the door.
That’s what speaking to him like that would bring out, because Colin Kensington got exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it.
And again, I knew this, because of the weekend before at the nightclub I had no business being at. The nightclub where he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from me in the stall of the women’s room. And though I’d given it to him, he’d taken it from me, gasp by gasp, and whimpered moan by whimpered moan.
He’d demanded it from my body and left me begging for more.
The door shut on the girl who’d spoken out, and he turned. “Now then, shall we continue?”
Sure, why not. Let’s continue with one of the most important interviews of my life with the man from that night.
The man who’d whispered those filthy things in my ear. The man who’d stripped me of my reservations and hesitations. The man who’d taken the last bits of my reason, my caution, and my innocence.
Oh, right.
And the man who’d taken my v-card, seven days ago, in a nightclub bathroom.
What the hell was I getting myself into?
2
Isabella
“As I was saying, we abide by rules in this house. Is that understood?”
My breath drew in as he paused right in front of me. I couldn’t look up — simply couldn’t. I couldn’t look into those eyes, because I knew if I did, I’d be melting for him all over again.
“Is that understood,” he murmured, this time directly to me.