The Norton Brothers

by K. L. Fast

"Fucking hell, you look beautiful, sweetheart," he growls, stalking towards me like I am his prey. In a way, I guess I am.

  "What are you doing in here Jer? You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." He pulls me into his arms and kisses my neck right by my pulse, my very favorite spot causing me to shiver.

  "I don't give a damn about superstitions, Ethel. I had to spend last night without you and it fucking sucked. I need you in my arms and your pussy around my cock before we walk down the aisle." He nips my neck and I moan.

  "Oh God, I missed you," I whisper.

  “Bend over that chair, baby. Get that perfect ass in the air. I want to fuck this pretty little pussy." I do as he says then look over my shoulder at him. He grins and pushes my fluffy white dress over my hips and squeezes my ass cheeks in his hands before grabbing the edge of my panties and ripping them clean off of me. I gasp and look at him in shock.

  "I don't have another pair of those," I moan as he runs a fingertip through my folds, teasing me.

  "Good, I want you to walk down the aisle with my cum on your thighs and your little white panties in my pocket," he says shoving them into said pocket. He quickly undoes his belt and steps behind me. I moan when I feel the thick head of his cock pushing into my opening. "Fuck, you’re always so wet for me. How are you still so tight, sweetheart," he groans slamming all the way into me. My nails dig into the cushion and I moan. I try to be mindful that I am technically in a church right now, but passion outweighs reason right now. "Harder, please, oh God! Yes! Yes," I scream. His hand comes around and covers my mouth and the other holds my hip while he plows into my pussy so hard the chair scoots a bit

  "Come for me, Ethel. Give me what I want," He growls nipping my neck. I come screaming his name, sure it’s muffled by his hand but it’s still pretty loud. My pussy locks down on his cock. He slams into me one more time and I feel his cock swell and rope after rope of his cum shoots deep inside of me.

  I fall forward on my knees into the chair, as he pulls out of me slowly. “Fuck, I can't wait for you to walk down the aisle baby." I grin at his words. My future husband is a smooth dirty talker. Once I am sure I can stand without falling to the floor, I stand up and turn around he already has his pants done up again and is fastening his belt.

  "I'm pregnant," I blurt out. At last feeling like this is the perfect time to tell him. He looks up at me from the task at hand.

  "What?" he yells and pulls me into his arms kissing me senseless. After a few minutes, we pull apart gasping for breath. "Damn, and here I thought today was already the best of my life then you go and tell me that." There is a knock on the door and my mom comes in she cries out in shock.

  "Oh my God! What are you doing here, Jeremy Norton? What happened to your makeup?" She fusses, rushing towards me. Jeremy chuckles and kisses me once more then whispers in my ear.

  "I'll see you in a few minutes, Mrs. Norton." I grin again. I love the sound of that.

  "I'll be the one in white," I whisper back.

  "Damn straight you will be." He grins and gives me another kiss.

  "None of that now. It is going to take us forever to get her makeup fixed and look at her hair. Could you not keep your hands to yourself for fifteen more minutes Jeremy?" My mom grabs him by the arm and drags him out of the room, scolding him the entire way out the door. I smile watching the whole thing.

  “Sorry, Marcie. I tried,” he answers her.

  “Yeah right. Get out there and wait for her,” my mom says all but slamming the door in his face.

  I can't fucking wait to walk down that aisle to him. The man of my dreams. The man who keeps the demons at bay. Who would have thought that I could fall in love with my very own top dog?

  Epilogue

  Jeremy

  Twelve Years Later

  Never did I think that this would be my life. Twelve years ago, I heard an angelic voice on the phone that messed with my head and my heart, then I met her. I knew then and there that she was mine. Her anxiousness is completely controlled, but sometimes she wakes up in the night thinking she’s in that bank. It takes everything in me to get her calm after that, but thankfully those nights are few and far between. Having kids helped with that too. We have two children. Our oldest, Esmerelda is eleven and our youngest, Greta is nine. Ethel is the most amazing wife and mother.

  Ethan and Gen’s six kids are over this weekend so that they can have some alone time, so they are all bunking in the living room. I am stepping over sleeping children as I take the dogs, Luna and Posey, out for a walk. Ten is elderly, so he’s asleep somewhere in the house right about now.

  Once that’s done, and the alarm is set, I check on the kids again. The dogs have curled themselves up in the middle of the room with kids surrounding them. I chuckle as I head back to my bedroom, but Ethel is nowhere to be found.

  “Baby?” I call.

  “In the bathroom,” she answers. Since the door is open, I walk in and find her sitting on the counter.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “Waiting,” she says rolling her eyes like it should be obvious to me.

  “For?” I ask since it isn’t.

  “This,” she says pointing to the plastic stick resting on the counter.

  “Is that what I think it is?”

  “Yes. I can’t believe it. It’s been so long since Greta was born. I thought that part of my life was over, but now I am not so sure. You look at it. I can’t,” she says burying her face in her hands.

  Walking over to the counter, I look down at the test and the word “pregnant” staring right at me.

  “It’s positive,” I tell her. She jumps down off of the counter and into my waiting arms.

  “Oh my God, Jer. Another baby, I am so damn excited,” she says, tears streaming down her face.

  “Don’t cry, baby. It’s going to be amazing.”

  “I know. I just didn’t think I’d hold my own baby again. I mean, I hold Gen and Ethan’s all the time, but this one will be mine. It’s crazy. I am thirty-one years old. I just thought that was over.”

  “It’s not though. Let’s go to bed. You know those kids will be up at the crack of dawn demanding your pancakes,” I tell her carrying her to our bed.

  “I know,” she says snuggling under the covers. “Thank you,” she says.

  “For what?” I ask getting into bed beside her.

  “For loving me. Giving me a family.”

  “I am the one who should be thanking you, baby. I love you so fucking much.”

  “I love you so fucking much too,” she says sleepily.

  Thank god for Ten needing to be trained or else I’d never have met the one woman on this planet meant for me.

  Chapter 1

  Ethan Norton

  Ethan Norton

  After getting home from Afghanistan, I was broken. At first, I was both ashamed and afraid to admit it to myself let alone anyone else. It took one particular night nine years ago when I almost ended it all to finally get me to pull my head out of my ass and ask for help. Ten years later I am still dealing with the aftermath of the war with PTSD. My therapist tells me that it will always be with me. When I started Top Dog with my brother, I had little experience with dogs other than our family pet, but now I am the proud handler of my very own service dog, Zeus. He's a five-year-old German Shepherd. He is my constant companion and he goes with me everywhere. He was the first dog my brother trained for service and he’s a true testament to what he can do.

  My job here is much simpler than his, but I feel that it's just as important. The other half of Top Dog deals with obedience training for family pets. I walk into the front area of the office at eight-thirty. My brother is pacing in his office for some reason, and Jill isn’t in yet. I grab my appointment book and see that I have hour-long sessions all damn day, even at lunch. Why would she schedule an appointment during lunch? Her mind is on her baby and I don’t blame her, but I am going to have to call and reschedule this appointment. Picking up the p
hone, I dial the number and read the name of the client. Genevieve Dubois. Huh, that’s a pretty fancy name. The phone is answered on the first ring.

  “Allo,” a woman with a light French accent answers.

  “May I speak to Mrs. Dubois?” I ask.

  “I am Ms. Dubois. My maman is not at this number. Who is this?” she says. Fuck, her voice is hitting me straight in the balls.

  “This is Ethan Norton with Top Dog Obedience Training. I am calling to see if we can reschedule your appointment?”

  “Oh, oui. Yes, of course. When would you like us to come in?” she asks.

  “Us?” I respond without thinking.

  “Milo and I,” she says with a laugh

  “Milo is your boyfriend?” I feel irrationally jealous, which I have no right to be. What the fuck is up with that?

  “No, he’s my poodle.” she laughs again, and I about come in my pants. I clear my throat.

  “Right, of course.”

  “So, uh, what time?” she asks again.

  “Is six tonight okay?”

  “Sure. See you then,” she says ending the call.

  Thank God. I skipped breakfast and I was looking forward to my lunch. My grandma made biscuits and gravy and I won’t be missing out on that.

  “Zeus, come,” I call moving toward my office. On the way, I stop at the open door of Jeremy’s. “Jeremy?” I question. He doesn’t answer so I snap my fingers to get his attention.

  “What?” he asks dazed.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask. I’ve never seen him like this.

  “Nothing, man. Distracted.” Huh, wonder what has gotten into him?

  “Okay. I have a full slate today. But I want to talk to you later this week about Jill. I think we need to get a part time person to work some hours for her so she can spend more time with the baby.”

  “Sure, sure man we’ll talk on Friday. Have a good day,” he says still looking distracted. I make a mental note to ask him what's really up later.

  “Will do,” I say leaving him. I hear the click of Zeus’ paws as we walk down the hall. In my own office, I breathe a sigh of relief. All day long my appointments aggravate me. Not the dogs, but their damn humans. Snotty ass attitudes all day. These people wouldn’t make in ten minutes in boot camp. Too bad I can’t treat them like they are there.

  By the end of the day, I am done. Beyond done but then I remember that I have an after-hours appointment with the sexiest sounding woman I've ever heard.

  I am sitting at my desk when I hear the outside door open and the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking on the tiles. I am compelled to get up and check it out. Zeus lets out a low whine as we move down the hallway. Instantly, my hackles rise. I've never heard him make that sound before. As soon as I round the corner, I see her. She's fucking gorgeous. Her knee-length skirt flares out giving me a view of her spectacular toned and tanned legs. A voice in my head chants, mine, mine, mine. At the last second, I bite back the growl that is threatening to escape my throat. I have no intention of scaring her.

  "Allo," she calls before she sees me. Fuck, the accent is going to be the death of me. We are the only ones in the building.

  "Hi," I say stepping into her line of sight.

  “Hi, I am looking for Ethan,” she says. The way she says Ethan comes out more like “Etan”, and I love it.

  “I’m Ethan. This must be Milo,” I say pointing to the fluffy brown French poodle at her side.

  “Oui, Milo,” she says grinning. “He’s horrible about peeing in my apartment.”

  “Alright, we can fix that,” I say. I am completely mesmerized by her beauty. Her brown hair is long and straight, but I can’t help imagining it wrapped around my fist as I fuck into her from behind. She looks as if she was made just for me.

  “Oh my God, you are my hero. When can we get started?”

  “I have some paperwork for you to fill out, but I can get started with this little guy.”

  “Perfect. Thank you so much. And who is this pretty boy?” she asks looking over at Zeus. He has a service vest on, so she hesitates in petting him.

  “This is Zeus. He’s my service dog. You can pet him. He likes it,” I say moving over to the reception desk. I don’t know what made me say that I normally never let anyone pet him. I pull out a fresh clipboard with our paperwork on it. “We will go ahead and get started.

  “Wonderful. I will hang out with Zeus if that’s okay?” she asks.

  “That will be fine,” I say hastily. I have to get away from her for just a minute. To regain my composure. I am so close to taking her in my arms, which would surely be crazy. “Come,” I call out to Milo and I am pleased when he obeys. I take him to a training room and after a short session, I am pleased with his progress.

  Back in the reception area, Zeus is laying his head in her lap and she is petting him lovingly. Lucky fucking dog.

  “That’s all for today. Milo is a natural. Six or so more sessions and he’ll be right as rain.”

  She stands but doesn’t make a move to leave, which is fine with me, because I could stare at her all damn day.

  Chapter 2

  Genevieve Dubois

  Today has been the longest day ever and all I want to do is go home and drink a glass of wine, but I had to take Milo to puppy training because the little shit keeps peeing on my shoes. No matter how many times he does it, I can't stay mad at him. I always end up reminding myself that I only got him a month ago when I moved here from Canada and that he is still little.

  I went from living at a place where I was only ten minutes away from my parents and five brothers and sisters to living 1,218 miles away. It was a real shock to my system. I didn't think I would miss them so much. I was starting to get lonely, then I found Milo, my little fur baby. I moved out here when the car manufacturer I work for offered me a promotion and a huge bonus. I love it here in Michigan. It is beautiful down here. Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of moving to the US. Although through the years my dreams have changed, that has always remained. I never felt like I belonged. I am too loud, too opinionated, and I have a temper that would scare a demon. When I walked through Top Dog and saw Ethan for the first time, that feeling of emptiness and not belonging went away. For the first time in my life, I feel like this is exactly where I am supposed to be, but the minute he disappeared through those doors with Milo, that feeling started to creep back in. I get to work on the papers that he gave me to try and distract myself from what I am feeling. Before I know it, Ethan is back and I am just inches away from him Oh, my sweet baby Jesus, he is gorgeous. I only come up to his broad shoulders and I have to tilt my head back to look into his dark hazel eyes. For some reason, I don't want to leave. Every fiber of my being wants to get to know him better. I want to know what makes him tick. I need to know why he has a service animal. I am not afraid to admit that while he was working with my Milo, I stalked him on social media. There isn’t much there. Only pictures of some of the animals he has helped. Along with a few pictures of him in a military uniform and one with a guy that was taken in front of Top Dog, cutting a ribbon. When I saw that he wasn't married, I couldn’t let him get away.

  “You date me, yes?” I blurt out and giggle nervously when his mouth pops open and his eyes widen in shock like no one has ever asked him that question before. I am sure that they haven’t, at least not like that.

  “You want to date me, or would I like to go on a date with you?” he asks, stepping a little closer to me. I blush. Oh my God! I think I will die if he says no. I have never asked anyone out and though I am trying my best to look confident, I sure as shit have no idea what I am doing. I’m a virgin for Christ's sake.

  “Yes, to both,” I say. He grins a megawatt smile and I see two matching dimples in his cheeks, even through his thick beard.

  Oh, my yum!

  “I would love to go out with you.” I grin and pull out my phone.

  “Phone number, we go out tomorrow?” Why can’t I speak prope
rly, like in complete sentences? I speak English as well as I speak French. I learned both at the same time. My mother is American, and my father is French-Canadian. I have dual citizenship. I am better than this, he just makes me forget. How the hell is that possible? He grabs his phone and hands it to me.

  “Put yours in mine too.” I have no idea what comes over me, but I do something crazy, like out of my fucking mind crazy and I put “ma future femme” in the field where it says nickname. I suddenly have a new dream of being his future wife, hence the nickname. “I’ll pick you up at four since it is Saturday. Does that work for you?” he asks.

  “Parfaite.” He walks me to my car and opens the door for me and I about swoon. Oh my God, he’s hot and he’s a gentleman. Damn, I really wish it was tomorrow already. By the time I get home, it is eight and I am dead on my feet. I feed Milo and get him some fresh water then make my way to the bathroom. A warm bubble bath is calling my name. Once I have the tub filling up with my favorite essential oils and lavender bubble bath, I pull my thick brown hair into a messy bun and grab my robe from the back of the door, then make my way into the kitchen for my glass of wine. My stomach growls and I realize I haven't eaten yet. That tends to happen a lot. I get in my own head and forget to eat.

  Seriously, it’s gotten to the point where Ethel, my friend/assistant sends me a reminder every two hours during the workday. Suddenly, there is a knock on my door. Milo barks and runs from me to the door and I frown. Who the hell is that? I hardly know anyone here and surely not well enough for someone to come to my home so late. I tie my robe tighter then walk over to the door looking through the peephole.

  I see that it is Ethan. Oh my God! How did he find out where I live? I should be freaked out but I'm not. Maybe there is something wrong with me. I take a deep breath and open the door. His mouth pops open slightly, and an animalistic sound comes out of him. His eyes run down my body. I follow his line of sight and see that one of my boobs has almost escaped my robe and the only thing that is holding it up is my erect nipple.