by Alexa Riley
I place my hand on my belly, rubbing the little bump I have there. Carver said he wanted a girl, but when I reminded him of dating and sending her off into the world he had a giant change of heart. The relief on his face when the doctor said it was another boy was almost comical. Besides, I like being the only girl in his life.
I glance over at the clock again. I know Carver won’t be home for hours, but I’m still excited. I have a naughty night planned for us. Today is the anniversary of when he took my virginity.
Last week when we’d been out, a man hit on me. Carver scared the man off, then told me about how he was going to tie me to our bed so he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone thinking they could try and lure me away from him. I’d rolled my eyes, but my pussy had clenched, and now I can’t get the idea of being tied down to the bed out of my mind.
But I want it to be a surprise and I was scared he’d be the one who would receive the delivery box with the straps in it for our bed.
I’m also a little worried about how the box will be labeled. I blush a little, glad we have a female mail carrier. I jump up and rush for the door when I see the mail truck, forgetting that I’m dressed in a robe with nothing but a small tee and underwear on underneath.
Out of the mail truck comes a man I’ve never seen before. He looks to be a little older than me, with shaggy blonde hair. He’s not our normal mail carrier Martha.
“Where’s Martha?” I ask as he carries my box towards me.
He licks his lips, his eyes roaming over my body. I fight an eyeroll. Thank God my husband isn’t home.
“I wouldn’t mind having her route if I got to see you every day.” He says it with a cocky smirk. He steps onto my, porch crowding my space while handing me the box. He looks down at the shipping label, and his eyes widen. I look down to see the return address carries the name Tie Her Down.
“Shit,” I mumble.
“I'm more than willing to lend a hand.”
I go to respond, but then all the hairs on my body stand up at the sound of a loud growl. I grab the box from the postman and turn around and run into the house. Moments later I hear squealing tires and I know the postman just booked it out of here, too. I dart into our bedroom, looking for somewhere to hide the box, but Carver is on me.
Panicked, I toss the box. It hits the wall and drops to the floor.
“What did that little prick give you?” he growls, going for the box. I step in front of him.
“Mail. He’s the mailman.”
“We have a mailwoman.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him.
“Not today, it seems.” I rest my hands on his shoulders, hoping he forgot about the box.
“I can’t leave this house for five minutes without someone sniffing around you. Maybe my princess needs a tower,” he growls before tossing me on the bed. He goes for the box and I’m no match for his speed.
He rips it open easily and peers inside. He pulls out the straps and tosses them on the bed.
“This will work too.”
I have no idea how long I was in those straps. I only know that I came so many times I passed out in them.
Epilogue
Carver
Seven years later…
It’s been a long day at work, and I’m ready to get home to my Lainey and the boys. Not to mention today’s my birthday. It’s weird because normally Lainey makes a really big deal about birthdays, especially since we’ve had kids. But this morning when I woke up, she was in such a rush she didn’t even mention it.
I let the crew off early today thinking I could make it home before the kids get finished with school, and have some alone time with my wife. But the guys are dragging me to a bar for a beer in celebration of the end of a long project. I thought for a minute they would say it was for my birthday, but nobody said anything. And it’s not like we go around celebrating them for everybody anyway. I agreed to one beer, and then home, and they all seemed excited. Overly excited even.
When we get to the bar off Route Nine the guys pile out of the truck. Bill’s is about a halfway point to home, but it’s a dive and not a place I usually visit. Every now and then I’ll grab a beer with the guys after work, but it’s rare. I’m always so excited to get home to my family after a long day that I’m kicking up dust as soon as it’s quitting time.
Another truck pulls up beside us and the guys from my other crew get out. There’s about fifteen of us going in at the same time and a few of them are giving me looks and slapping me on the back. I’m confused because I don’t understand why everyone is so amped up, but I shrug it off and put it down to finishing up the project we’ve spent the past year on. We’re all ready for a week of rest before we start the next job.
Bill’s is dingy with no windows and little lighting. I don’t want to think about what this place would look like with the lights on. There are a few pool tables in the back and some of the guys head over to them A couple of tables and chairs are against one wall and the bar is lined with stools. The place is basic, but it’s just a pit stop on the way home to Lainey.
Thinking about her alone at home right now has me adjusting my cock. I want her bent over with my dick buried in her cunt. But that’s pretty much how I feel about her every day.
“Here you go, boss,” one of the guys says, handing me my beer. He grins at me when I nod in thanks and take a drink.
“What?” I finally ask when another one of the guys joins him in staring at me with stupid expressions on their faces.
One of them laughs and shakes his head as he goes over to the pool table area. I look around and see that all the men have ended up in that corner and there’s no one else in this bar but us. It’s a Friday afternoon, but there’s usually one or two regulars in the place.
I shrug and walk over, thinking I can probably down this beer and get out of here in about five minutes.
When I walk over to where they are, someone puts on music and the sound fills the empty room. A few of the guys bring chairs over and put one down for me. I sit down wondering what the hell is going on, because Bill’s never has music like this playing.
Suddenly a spotlight comes on from out of nowhere and the guys start cheering. I look around and see that one of them is pushing a cart with a gigantic cake on it, and my chest tightens.
“Happy birthday, boss!” someone shouts over the loud bass.
Fuck, they got me a goddamn stripper. All of the guys are shouting now, catcalling and getting loud. Have they been drinking since before we got here?
I’m about to get up from my seat and get out of here as fast as I can, but they all crowd around me as the cake moves in front of my seat. The music gets heavier and more seductive as the top pops up and more cheers erupt from the crowd.
I don’t want to see this. I don’t want anything to do with a stripper and these assholes. I’m sure they did this as a surprise for my birthday, seeing how they are all in on it, but I’ve only ever wanted one woman and it’s…
“Lainey?” I ask, standing up from my chair so fast it falls behind me.
I see the top of her head rising up with her arms raised above her. The seductive music pounds in my ears, drowning out the screams of all the men around me as she stands and the cake in front of her opens up, revealing all of her.
She’s in a bright yellow bikini that’s so tiny her breasts are spilling out from under the small triangles. Her pussy is covered by a strip of fabric that only goes over the top of her lips, revealing hints of it on either side of the material. It’s a shoe string around her body and I’ve never seen her look hotter.
I blink as she moves her hips, rocking them back and forth as the music continues to sound in my head. Her hair is wild and falls down her back, and as she turns, I see her round ass has a tiny yellow ribbon going down the crack.
It’s then I glance around and see the men have grown silent. Hungry looks have replaced the smiling cheerful ones that were there before. One of them is even openly rubbing his crotch as he star
es. I see another lick his lips and a few of them move closer, wanting to touch her. Wanting to touch what’s mine.
Rage like I’ve never felt erupts in my chest and I see red. Adrenaline pumps in my veins as I shove them out of the way and make my way to Lainey. She smiles brightly at me and reaches her arms out as she sees me approach, but the look on my face must shock her because the smile is quickly replaced by panic.
I grab her up and throw her over my shoulder like a rag, swinging around and shouting at anyone that dares to look at her, “Close your fucking eyes! This is my wife!”
I see an open door in the back, which is where she must have come from and where her clothes must be. I stomp in that direction, feeling the old wood floor bend and creak as I go.
“Carver, honey, don’t be angry,” Lainey says from atop my shoulder.
“Angry?” I shout again. “Angry?” Is there another word for anger that means the world is going to explode, because I’m past that.
When I get inside the little room, I put her down and kick the door closed behind us. I stalk over to her and watch as she takes a few steps back, holding up her hands to try to stop me.
“This was supposed to be a fun surprise for your birthday,” she says.
“Fun? You came out of a cake practically naked and every guy in there saw it. Did you see how they looked at you? How every dick in this place got hard and ready to fuck you? Every one of them was picturing their cock sliding past that yellow ribbon and into what’s MINE.”
I reach forward, grabbing the offending material and jerking it from her pussy. Her pink lips are glistening and the fabric is wet.
“Did that turn you on? Dancing for all those men to see?”
“No!” she snaps and straightens up to her full height. “I was turned on thinking about showing off for you. It’s your birthday and I wanted to surprise you.”
I make the mistake of inhaling, and the smell of her cunt hits me. My mouth waters and some of my anger dissolves.
“I wasn’t naked. I was in something a little revealing, but I thought you’d see it and carry me out of there. I didn’t think you’d actually be angry.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and it causes one of the triangles to move, exposing a pink nipple.
“Get over here,” I order, reaching out and snatching her arm, pulling her flush with my body.
“Don’t be bossy,” she says, and I can see the playfulness in her eyes.
“Is this what you were after?” I spin her around and push her against the closed door, lifting her up so she’s almost eye level with me. “You wanted a hard fuck after that little show. Didn’t you?”
I reach down, pulling out my dripping thickness.
“Maybe,” she says defiantly and raises her chin.
“Well, you’re going to get it. Just know that every one of those roughnecks out there are listening to see what happens next. To see if they can hear how wet your cunt is when I fuck it.”
I thrust into her hard and she cries out, but not in pain. Her creamy pussy wraps around me tight and I ride her hard against the door. The sounds of sex fill the room, and she claws at my neck and shoulders. The thin boards rattle against the frame and bang out the rhythm of my cock as I fuck her.
I can hear shouts on the other side of the room, and I growl. I thrust harder, trying to stamp my ownership into her and remind myself that she’s bound to me by God and law, and none of them will change that.
“Carver!” she shouts as her pussy tightens and she comes on my dick.
The warm release flows down my length and it’s fuel on the fire. I grip her ass harder as I pound into her with full force. I grit my teeth and grunt as my release shoots from my cock hot and fast. It’s not enough to satisfy my possessive need right now, but it’s enough to hold me off until I get home.
Slowly lowering Lainey to the ground, I pull my sweat-stained shirt off my body and put it on her. It comes to her calves and covers nearly every inch of her. I look around and grab her bag from the corner and stalk back over to her.
“This isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” I warn her, and grab her by the waist, hauling her out of the room.
The men are quiet as I exit, and as I look down at Lainey, I notice a hint of a smile. Could this have been her plan all along? My cock is too concerned with fucking her again for me to have a straight thought on it. Right now, my only plan is to get her home and get her under me.
“The boys are having a sleepover tonight,” she casually mentions as I jerk the truck into drive. “So we’ve got the house to ourselves.” I glance over at her and she’s looking up at me with innocent, fuck-me eyes. “You know, so we can talk about tonight. Alone.”
“Convenient,” I growl as her hand moves across the distance between us and then to my hard length.
“Isn’t it?” she says, and the smug hint of getting her way is heavy in her words.
THE END
Dirty Uncle
Chapter One
Clara
All my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to feel protected. Safe.
You know, that feeling you get burrowing into a mountain of blankets on Christmas morning, surrounded by the soft glow of white lights? I get that same exact sensation when I walk out onto the back patio and see Rex for the first time.
I know it’s him, because he’s the only person at the anniversary party I don’t recognize. My stepfather hates Rex, his brother, and probably only invited him to show off the new house. It’s obvious now why my mother’s husband of one year can’t stand his sibling—Rex is everything he isn’t.
Rex is almost too male with his weathered face and unkempt beard. I’ve heard stories of the Alaskan king crab fisherman who now stands silhouetted by the night sky. My stepfather calls him reckless for fishing on those dangerous waters, but that boldness clings to him, makes him look twice as capable as any regular man. The buttons of the flannel shirt he’s wearing barely contain his thick masculine bulk—muscled and meaty and…God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons?
My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I’ve never felt that tug between my legs before. It’s a warm, melting twist that doesn’t end, only gets more intense as Rex puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.
This man is strange to me. We haven’t even been properly introduced. But something draws me closer. A promise of safety, which doesn’t make any sense considering we haven’t exchanged a word. Maybe it’s his huge hands or the thighs that look so sturdy I could jump on them like a trampoline and he wouldn’t notice. My nipples grow stiff at the idea of touching him. What is happening to me?
Out of everyone, my step-uncle had to make me feel this way?
Although…surely it can’t hurt to talk to him. My body is probably just confused. It’s reacting to what it wants most—safety—and uncles are supposed to make you feel safe, right?
Remembering my manners, I cross the patio with my hand extended for a shake. “Hello, nice to meet you, my name is—”
My toe catches on a brick and I go flying.
You see, this is why safety appeals to me so much. I’m a disaster. A walking, talking disaster that should be wrapped in bubble wrap or kept indoors. Ever since I was a toddler, I have found my way into messes, scrapes and broken bones. I don’t mean to—honestly. My mother says God forgot to give me balance. Isn’t that terribly sad? It’s hard not to believe her some days, though.
Especially now, when I’m about to hit the patio and probably sprain a wrist—again—or earn a gash on my chin. But no…
Rex catches me.
And when I look up into his ogre-style frown? Angels. They start singing.
“What in the good goddamn is wrong with you, girl?”
His voice. It’s ashes and soot. A rusted gate swinging open. It shouldn’t make me feel as though I’ve landed on a fluffy cloud sent from heaven, but it does. Wow. “God didn’t give me any
balance. Isn’t that terrible?” I whisper. “I save loose change in a jar so I can go to Paris one day and see the Eiffel Tower, but I keep having to cash it in for Band-Aids.”
In my flushed and flustered state, my words have come out in a high-pitched jumble, but he still seems to comprehend all right. I think. Those narrowed eyes are sweeping over me and lingering in my sensitive places, a tick-tock beginning in his cheek. “When I asked what was wrong with you, I meant you shouldn’t be out here in the cold wearing nothing but pajamas.”
“This is a dress, silly.”
He gives a low grunt and when he speaks again, his voice has dropped to a scraping baritone. “Ain’t like no dress I’ve seen.”
Oh God. He thinks I’m sexy, doesn’t he? Boys have asked me out before and I’ve even gone on a few movie dates. Having them stare at my boobs never felt like this, though. As if I’m seconds from being carried off into the shadows. I should tell him who I am. Right this very second. But he would stop holding me if I did that. I’m not even sure he realizes I’m still locked in his arms, my side pressed against his hard, unmovable body. “It’s my favorite color,” I say, instead of the right thing. “That’s why I bought it.”
“Pink, huh?” Those eyes trace down lower, where the hem of my dress brushes my upper thighs. “Sweet baby pink.”
I squeeze—squeeze—my legs together. It’s like going over the steep drop of a roller coaster. “I lied.” I lean up to whisper against his ear. “They are pajamas.”
There’s a harsh rasp in his throat—and then my world tilts. Rex turns my body and jerks me up against him, leaving my tiptoes scraping on the brick, my breasts plumped where they meet his chest. “You eighteen?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His hips tilt and his big penis presses into my stomach, a long groan leaving his mouth. “That ain’t another lie, is it?”
