Triple Major

by Lana Hartley

  “You are so tense, you need to relax,” Eric speaks into my ear, and his words make me melt into him. I giggle softly as I try to take his advice, breathing deep as his hands make their way down my back. He squishes and kneads my back like dough. It feels so good, this time has been a whirlwind from the start. I never thought or could have ever imagined it would turn out like this.

  Eric breaks into my train of thought as he tells me to lay flat on my stomach. I comply, my legs are still weak, my body is spent—that last orgasm really took it over the top. His hands caress my hips as he massages them one side then the other. I can’t help but shudder from his touch on my skin. It feels amazing under his hands. I lay my head flat on the sheet and feel myself start to relax.

  Eric moves his hands like a skilled masseuse down to the small of my back. He slides over my ass and massages that too. And straight down the back of my legs. Closing my eyes, I feel Eric make his way back up to my shoulders, his voice in my ear his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him blowing on it.

  He calls my name, and I answer him in a sleepy tone almost. “I’m so glad the store is yours,” he says.

  “Me too,” I answer. “Ours,” I say with a smile.

  “I love you,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I love you, too.” The sparkle in his eyes make him look so sexy to me. I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him. This man, oh my god, this man he is so incredible he has been my protector, my champion. He made himself an open book even when it might have meant that we could possibly be over. Not only is he gorgeous, but he has heart of gold.

  The store is my love and in turn, it has become a passion of Eric’s. He is wonderful, and the feelings I have turning inside me are too many to count right now. We stay locked in our embrace. I am fully awake now. We fall to the bed lying on our sides and slowly open our eyes. We hold each other's gaze for what feels like forever. Eric pulls me into him, and I throw my leg over him and there we lay together. Bliss, complete happiness, doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.

  Elia

  “Come on, get up.”

  My eyes open to the voice, and I groan and roll onto my stomach.

  “Just a little longer…”

  There’s a chuckle, a thick sound that never fails to make my body shiver, even in my half asleep state. I shudder as soft, wet kisses are pressed from the nape of my neck, going down my spine. Eric’s lips linger a little longer at the base of my spine, and I arch for him, wanting him to continue. But there’s another chuckle, and he pulls away.

  “Breakfast in twenty minutes, or I’m leaving without you!”

  He pauses as if he’s going to say something else.

  “Or have you forgotten what day it is today?”

  My eyes flutter open as I hum. Then I move so I’m sitting up and facing him. “No, I remember. What time is it?”

  “Time for you to get up or we’re going to be late for our grand opening. I’m serious about leaving you behind.”

  I roll my eyes behind his back as he leaves the room. I know he doesn’t actually mean it. After all, he’s letting me host the whole thing, even if I felt that it was too much responsibility at the time.

  We’ve waited for this day. All the renovations took over six weeks, and as much as I loved all the relaxation and spending time with the girls, really getting to know the women that I work with, while Eric’s at work and even going to some business seminars, I’m ready to put what I’ve learned into action.

  I shower quickly then join him in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I’m the one rushing him to get out of the door, now.

  “Come on,” I whine, tugging on his arm.

  “Let me put on my tie,” he says, laughingly in protest.

  I growl, “I can’t eat, I’m too nervous. I thought that this day would never come.”

  I’m dressed in a long, dark red dress that would probably be more appropriate for a luxury evening out than an opening of a bookstore. I don’t care, because it’s a big day to me, and I wanted to go all out and dress up for a change.

  “Go out to the car, and I’ll come right after you. I forgot something in the bedroom.”

  I sigh and turn to leave. I don’t ask what he could possibly have forgotten. I have my clutch purse in hand with my iPhone, and that’s all I need for now. I slowly head to the car and hope that he’s not long and this isn’t one of his little surprises. We don’t have time for that. It took me a lot longer to get ready than I thought that it would, because I was half awake. Now, I’m fully awake, and all I want to do is get going.

  “Here we go,” he says as he gets in on his side, and I roll my eyes at him. I know by his resulting chuckle that he noticed.

  “Would you just drive?”

  “Of course!” he says, reaching across to take my hand. He kisses it and then starts the engine, and we’re on our way. There’s hardly any traffic, which is another good reason we decided on doing this at ten rather than nine in the morning.

  The drive doesn’t seem to take that long especially because I’m too nervous to chitchat. If we talk about the opening, I’ll start thinking of something and decide that I must have forgotten to do it and start to panic.

  Eric parks the car against the curb, and we step out not too far from the corner of the store. Outside on the curb are the girls and the one guy who’s now going to be working for me. I still can’t get over the fact that I’m going to have staff and people will be working for me.

  I can’t believe that for the first time in a long time, we have potential customers lining up, something that the marketing team have been working hard on achieving over the last few weeks.

  “Let’s get this show on the road,” a coworker yells out, to excited shouts from the crowd.

  As Eric and I step up to the ribbon, Rebecca hands me a pair of scissors after a short hug. I hold it for a few seconds, just for the suspense. I can hear the audience take a collective breath as I snip the ribbon, and they become a very excited crowd.

  “This is amazing,” I tell Eric as we start to head inside and mingle with the crowd.

  Jessica helped plan some of it, and it’s perfect. I can't stop smiling, especially as I look at both the customers and staff smiling and laughing. Others are moving with some books to the new area we closed off where people can relax at the comfy sit-down area.

  “This place looks really good, but I want to tell Jessica. I just can’t find her.”

  Eric shakes his head. “She’s probably checking on something. She’s a perfectionist. You’ll see her eventually!”

  I still can't believe that so many different classes of people are here tonight and just to see the opening of the store. It’s so damn impressive.

  His arm tightens around my waist. “I have another surprise for you.”

  My eyebrows jump up. “We’re not done with those?”

  “I’m hoping you’ll let me off the hook for this one.”

  Then he goes down on one knee, and I feel like I can't breathe. The room quietens down pretty quickly, and I know the focus is on us.

  “Elia,” he starts, and I’m hanging on his every word. “We haven’t known each other very long, I’ll be the first to admit. But… in the three months I’ve known you, I’ve felt so much more than I ever have with anyone else, and I know you’re the one for me.”

  A smile is playing on his lips, he knows how cheesy his lines are. They still bring tears to my eyes.

  “Elia, will you marry me?”

  That’s when I see my parents in a corner. They told me they couldn’t make it. And by their side is Jessica. That’s where she went to make sure that my parents were okay. Damn! I was really wrong about her.

  I suck in a shaky breath, blinking my eyes free of tears so I can see his eyes as a trembling smile spreads on my face.

  “Yes! I’ll marry you, Eric.”

  He surges up, and I squeal before laughing as he lifts me up in a spin, clapping and congratulating shouts surroun
ding us. I can’t believe that in the span of three months, not only am I a manager, but I’m getting married, too.

  Life couldn’t be better and every single time that I think it can’t happen, Eric makes it happen. I love him, and I know that we’re going to be happy together. I just love him too much for us not to be anything but happy.

  Just then, Virginia shows up!

  Yes, there’s more. Like this happy ending seems to have a bonus round. When I see Rose, I know. I know right away what’s coming next. I know this is the secret that Eric had her keeping. I can’t hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. She’s holding a manila folder and walking towards me with a bit smile on her face.

  “Lee-ya!” She calls out and wraps her arms around me. “Will you be my mommy?”

  Through my sobs, I manage my answer. “Yes, baby girl, I would love to be your mommy.” I pick her up in my arms, and Eric holds us both tight. He kisses us both and I’m crying so much that I can’t even see. I have never been so happy in my life.

  And yeah I should have known better when Eric told me earlier that Virginia was taking Rose to a movie.

  I can’t believe how perfect my life is. I’ve read a lot of books, but for me nothing will ever compare to my own story.

  BILF

  A Brother In Law Romance

  By Lana Hartley

  Copyright 2018 by Dark Princess Press

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Leo

  “God, you’re huge!” Licking her lips, she strokes my shaft and looks up at me. “I’ll never get used to this giant cock of yours, Officer Sexy,” she purrs.

  I’m sure she hasn’t seen a cock as big as mine, so that’s not just a compliment. She’s telling the truth. My cock is huge and women always have these reactions, so I’ve heard every damn one of these puns. Yeah. I’m a hot cop. I’m actually a detective, but I’m not sure the big-breasted blonde is looking for clarification on the difference.

  She tears my pants down completely, stroking up and down my thighs.

  I’m rock fucking hard, my cock twitching in her mouth at the warm, wet sensation. She bobs up and down so fast I swear, the girl deserves a medal. Seriously, this is probably the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.

  Her lips wrap around my cock so tightly I think she might actually be trying to suck the fucking life out of me. My fingers grip the blonde strands of hair flying and pull a ponytail. I look at her hollowed out cheeks and feel the slide of her tongue up and down my shaft, and I feel...nothing.

  Not like she’s not doing a great job sucking my cock, but…

  “Officer Leo!” She pops my cock out of her mouth with a wet snap. “I’ve been so naughty. Are ya gonna use those handcuffs on me?” She puts her wrists out and runs her lips over my cock.

  I’m hard, but I’m totally tuned out.

  She...I look over at the waitress uniform on the floor...Tristie...keeps sucking my cock, her hands going to my abs, and she does a little giggle as she slides down every rippling muscle.

  I ignore the question, and Tristie opens wide and sucks my cock deep down her throat again.

  I get it. I get to fuck all the hot women I want because I’m a detective with eight-pack abs, a twelve-inch cock. I’ve got a chiseled jaw and a set of eyes that makes girls melt in their panties.

  I see the looks every woman gives me.

  You look at me right now and your heart will start racing. You’ll forget everything else you were doing. You’ll want to make all kinds of dirty cop jokes. You’ll giggle and blush.

  Your skin is heating up now just thinking about the weapon I carry below the belt and how well I know how to use it.

  I can fuck any woman I want, and I do.

  But the thing is...I’m not really into it right now.

  I grunt as my cock jerks, and I pull it out while she’s trying to suck. I blow it on the tits that caught my eye in the first place, and she pushes them together and moans. I mean sure, if you haven’t seen big tits covered in your cum getting licked up by a pink tongue with big eyes looking up at you, you’ll probably get all fucking excited and raring to fuck again. Me? I’m more in the mood for a bacon cheeseburger, and I’m ready to get out.

  I give her the little fake half smile. “Thanks, Tristie,” I say. See, I remembered her name.

  I’ve done this very thing every night for years. Tristie works at the Zeracruz Diner I eat at almost every night. I’ve fucked her before. She knows her way around a cock. This is just unfair to her, though, because I don’t want her at all.

  I realize that I don’t want any of this.

  Leaving her apartment, I’m so distracted that I almost leave her a tip. I’m not at the diner, though, I remind myself.

  I was attempting to drown out the latest case I’ve been working on.

  It’s no wonder I’ve never attempted a committed relationship. I deal with these awful domestic dispute cases on a regular basis, and generally I’m not filling out much paperwork…I dig and dig into these nutcases and the shit they do to their spouses, girlfriends, partners…and then no one ever presses charges. We are such a quiet area that the really in-depth cases you might see a detective do on TV are just less likely to be my problem. So I try and catch wife beaters before they finish their jobs and kill the people they are supposed to care about.

  Doesn’t exactly get me stoked for getting in my own relationship.

  I dial my partner, Bobbi, on my phone and put it through Bluetooth so that I can drive and talk to her without getting scraped off the road by my EMT buddy Lonnie.

  “It’s like you let the information you’d be filing into your brain waves play on repeat,” Bobbi says when she answers the phone. She doesn’t even bother to say hello, she already knows what she wants to say to me.

  Laughing, I already feel a little better. “You already know, Bob,” I say, shaking my head and smiling.

  I sigh. “I think I can’t keep fucking waitresses and random women.” I turn into my apartment complex and park, gripping the wheel for what I have to admit to myself. I’m admitting it aloud to my partner now. “I think I actually need to date. I just don’t know about trying for a relationship.”

  “Well, as a woman who regularly dates women, I can say that trying for relationships is crazy.” Bobbi pauses for a second. “But it is all totally worth it.”

  “Oh, shit, is Nina the one?” I tease her.

  “Umm, well, I do know that despite incredible sex, I tend to enjoy browsing funny memes and cute dogs on Imgur with her in the morning more than just about anything I do all day.” Bobbi sucks in a breath. “Look at us, Mr. Macho and Ms. Butch, trying to get all domestic and shit.” Bobbi and I laugh, but we know. Shit is changing. Our cases do wear on us. So maybe neither of us really wants to be alone.

  Fuck, where are my manners?

  I’m Detective Leo Winston, and I work for the Havenfield Police Department. We’re a nice city...not New York, but just about as big, and that means we’ve got every crime under the sun, though all the paperwork I’m generally filling out makes me forget other shit goes down. I’m one of the youngest, most successful detectives in my department, and I got there because of the way I am. Utterly focused on my career…and nothing else.

  One and done, fuck and never date women. I make them swoon. They sigh, then scream out my name…

  But fuck. Guess I need something more. So buckle up and drive safe through this ride, angels.

  Elena

  Ava Reggiano’s is one of the nicest restaurants I’ve been to in a long time. The glass of white wine my date orders for me is a
nice touch, and I smile at him. “Darius,” I say, taking a tiny sip. “You just don’t know how crazy work has been for me lately! So glad we could have dinner tonight. How are you doing?”

  Darius leans forward. “I’ve been kicking ass. Some people just can’t keep up with high intensity, I guess.”

  He’s very attractive—strong jawline and golden hair that makes him look like he might actually be prettier than me. And that’s no knock on me, I just think he’s got way better hair than my straight brown hair. I mean, I’m working with a pretty damn good hourglass figure, don’t get me wrong.

  I just tend to forget that I have anything going on because my upcoming divorce—and sexless marriage—have left me feeling stale.

  And that little line, sure, it seemed like a jab, but I just let my eyes widen over another sip of wine. “Yeah, my boss, Gerri, she’s been a real life-saver. With this promotion I got, I’ve really been dealing with an even more demanding workload. I guess you enjoy a challenge at work? I do.” I’m trying to be polite and deflect what he said. Sorta cringing at how I seem to have nothing but work to talk about, but I’m focused on work and school so much that I don’t really have much in the way of hobbies or a social life.

  I’m sure plenty of well-adjusted people with full lives in all aspects use dating apps. Me? I’m trying to make up for the lost time. Like, part of me thinks I married Barry because I thought I had found a charming guy and figured it all out. Wrong.

  Mr. Charmer, number two, Darius, looks at me for several long seconds and replies back with this gem. “Well—” he rolls his eyes “—you don’t have to try to impress me, I have plenty of my own money. I mean, when you picked this restaurant, that’s what you wanted to know, right?”

  “Darius, I picked this restaurant because you said you like Italian food, and this place has good reviews,” I say, attempting to hold back the instantly bitchy comments. “But why don’t we talk about something other than work. You like golfing, right?” I’m trying here, ladies, I really am.