FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  Despite my curiosity, I stepped away from the subject for a second to hug my mom. My display of affection broke through her anxious eating and made her face relax a little. We had a brief conversation about what she had seen in her travels and of how much we had missed each other while she was away, and once those subjects were exhausted, I stepped away and leaned against the counter opposite to her.

  Pulling my brows together, I asked, “Why was your dinner crazy?”

  The worry returned to my mother’s face, and instead of replying, she simply reached into her purse and removed a small black box which she tossed over to me. With my frown deepening, I opened it and gasped at the gorgeous—and huge—diamond ring inside.

  “What the actual hell?” I asked as my gaze bounced back to her.

  A small smirk curled up on her lips as she nodded. “I was proposed to by a man I’ve only seen twice in my life. He plans to be unfaithful and divorce me in a year, but if I say yes and marry him, you and I will be multimillionaires.”

  Thoroughly confused, I shook my head and asked for more information so I could understand the situation better. Although she was clearly overwhelmed as well, mom did her best to explain everything and fill me in on all the details of her bizarre proposal.

  From the information she was able to give me about Ben Walker, he seemed like a nice enough man, and though the whole proposition was a little too crazy for my taste, the more mom explained it, the better it sounded. Since starting college, I had blamed myself for the strain my career choice had put on my mother. As a single mother, she had always worked a lot to provide for us, but with the added expense of my tuition and student loans, I knew she was working herself to an early grave.

  Because I loved her and wanted her to live a long and happy life, I couldn’t help but think that maybe this marriage deal wasn’t such a crazy idea after all. Perhaps, it was the answer to our prayers.

  “And you wouldn’t have to sleep with him or do anything weird?” I asked once she was done explaining.

  A frown formed on my mom’s face. “Of course, not. I’m not a whore, Jessica. To the world, we would be husband and wife, but inside our home, we would be just friends. I would have my own room and everything.”

  “Then you should do it,” I finally advised, and her eyes widened. “If you’re sure he’s not going to murder us in our sleep, then marry him. It’s just a year, and you’re traveling most of the time anyways. I’m always at school and would have some company at night while you’re away. And, most importantly, at the end of it, we would have a more relaxed life than what we have now. I know you love your job, but wouldn’t it be nice to work a regular schedule every once in a while? Maybe you could enjoy the places you visit instead of just hopping from airport to airport.”

  Mom sighed and looked up at me with a new light sparkling in her eyes. “Enjoying traveling would be fun.” I smiled at her and nodded my agreement. “Okay, then. I guess you’re finally getting a daddy.”

  I laughed at her joke and pulled out a couple beers from the fridge to celebrate. After twenty-two years struggling to get by, our luck was about to change. Yay!

  Ben

  With a long exhale, I put my phone down on my desk and wrapped Vanessa’s long, brown ponytail around my hand as I guided her head up and down my cock.

  It had been ten hours since I dropped Pam at her apartment and the anxiety of the wait was getting to me. Usually, I had an alphabet of fallback plans to any business decision I made, but this time I didn’t. Pam was the only woman I could see by my side for any length of time, the only one I knew the board would approve of and my only way to regain my company. With only four days left until the big voting meeting, I needed her to agree to my proposal today so we could get married over the weekend and get this problem over with.

  Since sex was always my preferred method of relaxation, I was thrilled when Vanessa showed up in my office looking to add a little something extra to her internship curriculum. However, to my surprise, not even Vanessa’s skilled mouth was able to get me to relax. Despite how good she was making me feel, my mind was still on my phone and on the call I was not getting.

  I continued to guide her head up and down my shaft with one hand and reached for my phone with my other one. I turned on the screen to check if there were any missed calls or messages but saw none. With a sigh that had nothing to do with the sexual act I was receiving, I turned off the screen and returned the device back to its previous location on top of my desk.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to empty my mind and focus only on the delicious sensation of Vanessa’s mouth sliding up and down, her tongue circling the head of my cock and her teeth grazing against the soft skin of my length. For about a second, my efforts paid off, and all that existed was me, her and the moment. In the next second, however, my phone rang, my eyes opened, and everything else—Vanessa and her mouth included—faded to the background of the most important call I’d ever receive.

  Sliding my thumb toward the answer button, I brought the device to my ear and said, “Hello, Pam.”

  “Hi,” she greeted back seemingly surprised by the warm tone of my greeting. To be honest, it surprised me as well. “Is now a good time or should I call you back?”

  “Now is a perfect time,” I quickly said and received a stink eye from Vanessa who pulled back until my cock was completely out of her mouth and then threaten to stand up.

  With a roll of eyes, I tightened my grip on her hair and shook my head, letting her know I wanted her to stay right where she was. Understanding who was the boss, the girl nodded and sank back to her knees but kept her brown eyes focused on mine. A slow smirk curled on my lips at her submission, and as a reward, I guided her head closer to my crotch so that her lips touched the tip of my cock and I bounced her back and forth just slightly against me.

  I returned my full attention back to Pam. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

  A heavy sigh sounded in my ear and for a moment worry gripped at me thinking that she would refuse. But then, she said, “I have, and I’m inclined to accept.”

  Her words filled me with a kind of peace and joy that was almost orgasmic. To celebrate, I pushed my cock a bit more into Vanessa’s welcoming mouth.

  “That’s the best news I’ve got all day. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t wait to marry you.”

  Vanessa angled a brow and momentarily stopped sucking me. I gave her a stern look that put her right back to work. In contrast, Pam chuckled on the other side of the line.

  “Easy, husband-to-be,” she teased. “I have a few requests before we go setting the date.”

  My brows pulled together with annoyance, but I managed to keep the emotion out of my voice as I demanded, “What requests are those?”

  There was a moment of silence, and then she said, “Well, I want to make sure Jessica is taken care of. She’ll have to give up her home and routine to live with us, and I want to make sure that once this is all done and over with she’ll have gotten something out of the deal as well.”

  “Okay. I’ll increase the settlement,” I said with a sigh. Then, in my contract negotiating voice, I asked, “Give me a number.”

  “That’s not what I’m asking for, Ben,” she deadpanned sounding a little offended. “All I want is for you to pay Jessica’s loans and tuition. She’ll be an amazing and successful surgeon one day, and I’d like for her to be worry free until she gets there.”

  A smile cracked on my lips at her request. Hearing her concern for her daughter made even more sure that I had chosen the right woman to fulfill my father’s last wish. Fake marriage or not, I knew my wife would be someone he would approve.

  “Consider it done,” I told her. “I’ll also add a new car and an allowance of ten thousand dollars a month for her expenses until she’s done with her studies and her career is solidified. That way she won’t have to worry about anything other than reaching her full potential.”

  “Ben, you don’t . . .” Pam
started, but I quickly cut her off.

  “I know I don’t have to do that. I want to. Just marry me and everything will be worth it.”

  As Pam finally gave me the “Yes” I was looking for, Vanessa stopped sucking and stared daggers at me once more. Happy with my fiancée and annoyed with my intern, I pulled my cock from her mouth but kept it touching her lips as I finished my conversation.

  For the next few minutes, Pam and I discussed the details of our wedding, and when everything was settled, we said goodbye. Once I had hung up the call and my phone was back on top of my desk, I turned my attention to my rebel intern.

  “Why did you stop?” I asked in a stern and commanding voice.

  Vanessa rolled her round eyes. “You were discussing marriage—your marriage—to some chick. Do you really think I was going to keep sucking you while you did that? I’m not a whore, you know?”

  “Yeah, baby. I know,” I assured her with a smile. “But I’m not planning any weddings now, so you can get right back to where you stopped because I was enjoying what you were doing.”

  She rose a challenging brow at me. “Why don’t you go ask your wife to finish it. I’m not looking for a hook up with a married man. My dad cheated on my mom, and I don’t plan to put another woman through that kind of pain.”

  Losing my patience with her, I tightened my grip on her hair and leaned down, so my face was just inches away from hers. Holding her gaze, I said, “My personal life is mine, and I don’t owe you any explanations. I’m enjoying our time together and would really like to continue seeing you, especially because my marriage is going to be anything but traditional and she doesn’t mind, but if you want out, that’s your choice.”

  We stared at each other for a while, and I could tell that despite her words and reluctance she wanted to continue just as much as I did. Her head was telling her to walk away, but her body wanted me—the usual reaction.

  After a few deliberating moments, she sighed and cracked the tiniest smile.

  “Well, if she doesn’t mind . . .” trailed off and slid my cock back inside her mouth.

  Finally, with my worries behind me, I was able to relax and enjoy Vanessa’s impressive skills. She fucked me with her mouth and massaged my balls until my body exploded with a much-needed orgasm.

  Once I was done, and she had swallowed every last drop of my seed, I gave her a peck on the lips and helped her to her feet. As I tucked my cock back inside my pants, I smiled and quickly dismissed her. I had, after all, a lot of stuff to do and cuddling a casual fuck wasn’t one of them.

  As soon as she was gone, I picked up my phone and called Hank. Now that I had a clear plan, I was eager to put it work and finally get the position and the power I deserved.

  Jessica

  “Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked my mother as we came to a stop in front of a massive wrought iron gate.

  The entrance was gorgeous, with thick bars that were curled to look like black vines surrounding a large, golden plate with the letters BTW. Through it, I could see a long red brick path and a luscious garden that seemed to have been designed to look like the world’s most perfect forest. In every way, the place was magnificent, and I couldn’t help but feel completely overwhelmed by the idea that it would be my home from now on.

  Mom looked from the gate to me with a nervous smirk on her lips and said, “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Her voice was filled with anxiety, but as she turned to the interphone outside her window, her features transformed into a firm and confident mask that made me proud. This was going to be a big change for us, but we both knew that in the end, it would be a good one. With her head held high and a hefty dose of confidence, Mom pressed the intercom button and after identifying herself as Ben Walker’s fiancée the gates opened, and we drove in.

  Dead silence filled the car as we rode down the brick lane, underneath the thick canopy of the trees. We passed the mini forest, a lake with peacefully swimming swans, and a gorgeous manicured garden filled with colorful flowers. Although a million things were running through my mind, the fanciness of the life mom and I were entering was too overwhelming to speak.

  At least it was until our future house came into view. The three-story, colonial building, was enormous and beautiful, with long white windows and a wide porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house. It almost begged for the string of profanities that passed through my lips as mom parked the car at the ginormous driveway.

  “Mind your language, Jess,” mom reprimanded me as she killed the engine. “Although Ben doesn’t strike me as an easily offended person, I’d like to try and make a good impression.”

  “I always make a good impression,” I reminded her as I opened my door and got out.

  Mom chuckled and quickly followed me out. I smoothed the fabric of my royal blue dress over my curvy hips and tugged at the neckline a bit, so it was nice and proper. I fluffed my hair and checked my lipstick on the window of our car to make sure I wasn’t looking like a clown, and once I was satisfied that I looked just as I should, I made my way toward my mother.

  “Okay, Momma, let’s meet your fiancé and get you hitched.”

  Mom pulled in a deep breath through her nose, fidgeted with her tight blush dress and, after a nervous nod, started walking towards the massive house. For some weird reason, my heart pounded with a strange kind of anxiety as I followed her. I wasn’t really sure how to explain it, but something inside me said that although my mother’s life was the one about to change, I was the one walking toward my destiny. It was an odd feeling, and since I had a lot more to worry about, I just pushed it to the side and focused on staying strong for my mother.

  The door opened before we had even climbed the three steps that lead to the porch and a tall man in a tailored gray suit appeared at the threshold. Although I tried to remain polite and hide my reaction, my eyes widened with a bit of panic as I took him in.

  Over the past few days, Mom and I had talked a lot about Ben. She had told me about the conversations they had had, how smart and interesting he was, and as much as she knew about his life and company. But, since it wasn’t relevant to their deal, she had never described his appearance. For that reason, the sight of the man’s protuberant stomach, puffy face and cotton-ball white hair made me feel sorry for my mother. She was such a beautiful woman and deserved better—even from a fake husband.

  “Welcome to Walker Mansion,” he greeted us in a friendly but proper tone. I stole a look at my mother who made no move to greet the man and looked back at me with confusion in her eyes as well. With a smile—probably at the dumbstruck looks on both our faces—the man added, “My name is Geoffrey, ma’am. I’m Mr. Walker’s—and soon to be your—butler.”

  Although it had nothing to do with me, I sighed a breath of relief that Cotton Balls wasn’t my new daddy. Whew . . .

  “Oh, of course,” mom said, trying and failing to sound casual. “Nice to meet you. I’m Pam, and this is my daughter, Jessica.”

  Geoffrey welcomed me as well and then invited us to follow him inside. A little out of place but trying hard to belong, we followed him through a vast foyer that was decorated in shades of light gray and white. At the middle of the space was a round table with a huge vase of beautiful fresh flowers that filled the room with a delicious perfume and bright colors. Facing the front door and lining the back wall was a massive curling staircase framed by matching archways on each side.

  Not allowing us enough time to admire the beauty of the home, the Butler led us through the archway to the right and into a sitting room that was just as beautiful and opulent as the rest of the house.

  “Please, make yourselves at home,” Geoffrey instructed as mom and I walked further into the space. “Mr. Walker is just finishing a phone call in his study and will be right with you.”

  We thanked him for his attention and, after a discreet bow, he turned around and walked away. As soon as we were alone, I started to wander around the room. My finge
rs grazed the lush fabric of the couches, the rough wood of the mantel and the silky finish of the grand piano, as my eyes admired the fine art that hung from the walls and the gorgeous view from the windows. To be honest, the room wasn’t necessarily welcoming and homey, but it was undoubtedly the most beautiful living room I had ever seen in my life, and I could barely believe that by the end of the day it would be mine.

  My renewed enthusiasm over this whole arrangement made me confused when I looked at my mom and saw uneasiness in her face.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, walking back across the room toward her.

  She sighed and, with her eyes locked on mine, said, “Am I doing the right thing, Jess? Do we really need all of this?”

  “No, we don’t,” I replied honestly because that was the truth. We really didn’t need to live in that house and have five million dollars. Although short on money, we had a good life and that was enough. However, before she got any ideas, I quickly added another nugget of truth, “That doesn’t mean we should throw away a good opportunity.”

  Mom nodded, but her expression remained worried and pensive. Then, after a few moments of silence, she whispered, “I’m not going to quit my job, Jess. I may cut back on my hours but I’m still going to work, and that means I won’t be here to watch over you. You’ll be alone and living with a man we barely know.”

  “I’m twenty-two years old, mom,” I reminded her with a smile. “I can take care of myself. You don’t need to watch over me anymore.” She gave me one of hers ‘are you sure?’ glances, so I smiled and gave her the reassurance she needed. “As long as this place has a cleaning lady, I’ll be okay. I really don’t think I would make a very good Cinderella.”

  Mom’s laughter filled the room, and she wrapped her arms around me. Happy I was able to provide some comfort to her always worried mind, I laughed as well.