My head is held high and my tits, well, I have them pushed out so far they’re about to bust out of the seams. And, I look sexy as hell, approaching the two most handsome men in the room. One is my lover— a multi-millionaire with everything going for him. And, the other is a beautiful, dangerous, totally unpredictable— man of my dreams.
“Ma Chérie,” Renee greets, as I approach. “You look stunning. As I knew you would. I told her to wear it,” he explains to Billy, who turns with a questioning face.
“Told her? Hmm, interesting,” he responds, shaking his head, as I roll my eyes. “”Lovely choice in color. It really brings out your eyes, Miss Lane,” he directs to me. “And, My compliments, Nay nay,” he continues, speaking as if it’s been a nickname he’s called Renee for years.
“As you can see, I have invited the Barbarian to join us tonight,” he offers with a slight bow towards Billy, “I thought you might want to say, goodbye… for good,” he adds, smiling at me.
Billy bows back, playing along. He’s obviously aware, that Renee has called him here with ill intent. And, of course, even knowing, Billy came. ‘Does this man ever back down from anyone?’ He’s so relaxed and confident— he has to know he’s right in the center of the lion’s den. But he’s as calm as can be. I’m watching him, and he actually looks like he’s having fun. Both men do. They each look so confident, so sure of themselves. But, me; I’m fucking, dying inside! I try to calm my shaky nerves. “Excuse me— I’ll take one of those,” I inform a passing server, lifting a champagne flute. I sip nervously, ready for the first one of these assholes who decides to step out of line. At this point, I’m not really sure who it’s going to be. “Well, thank you for coming, Mister Barbarian,” I say, dabbing my lip, and looking at Billy, with a slight squint in my eyes. “But, I think we’ve already said goodbye… However, whether, it’s going to be for good or not, is something I will decide. — Not you, Renee,” I add, boldly with my own fake smile.
Renee’s demeanor quickly changes, as his body stiffens, and the smile slowly fades. “No. No, I think it’s time now. We’ve had fun. No?” he motions to Billy.
“Oh, yeah, definitely. Great fun!” Billy, exclaims facetiously holding his glass up. “He flew me here in a helicopter, Miss Lane. Very classy. He OWNS it, you know?” Billy adds, mockingly, as he rubs his thumb and fingers together, signally Big Money.
“Yes. He definitely has a lot of that,” I agree watching Renee. He’s clearly becoming agitated at the charade the two men have been keeping up, and he’s ready to put an end to it all.
“So, tell him,” he nods.
“Tell him what?”
“Tell him it’s time for him to go, and that you don’t ever want to see him again … Tell him.” Renee’s voice is stern, almost like a father who’s giving their child a firm warning.
There’s a long pause before anyone speaks, and it’s Billy who does when he states, calmly, “Yeah, tell me, Gretchen Lane. Tell me that you want to stay here with this pompous toad. This— man, who tells you what to wear, and who to see. Go ahead, Gretchen, tell me.” Billy places himself between me and Renee, with his back to the man, and looks deep into my eyes. “Come on, tell me. Tell me, and I promise you I’ll walk out of here and never return.”
“I can’t,” I whisper sadly.
“That’s what I thought. Come on. We’re leaving,” Billy states, grabbing my hand.
“No, Billy. I mean, I can’t. I can’t be with you. I can’t be with either of you. I don’t want to be with any person who can act like this is a big game or something— because, it’s not. It’s not!” I yell, drawing much attention to our once anonymous conversation, as I begin to weep lightly.
Renee chuckles, pushing Billy to the side. “Get out of the way. She’s not going anywhere with you. Come, Cherie, I’ve had enough of this. Say goodbye and be done with it,” he growls, grabbing my hand from Billy’s.
“No, Renee! I’m not going with you, either!” I snap, pulling my hand away.
“That’s not what you were telling me today when I had you bent over the table with my prick in your ass, now was it?” Renee asks loudly. A few gasps can be heard from the females surrounding us, who stand listening in disgust.
“You son of a bitch!” I yell, throwing my champagne at Renee. With cat like reflexes he returns with a slap to my face, knocking me to the floor. Quickly I’m up, knowing I have to stop Billy, who already has Renee, pressed up against the wall with one hand twisting his arm behind his back and the other lodged around his throat choking him unconscious.
“No, Billy! Let him go!” I scream, as three of Renee’s body guards surround us. “Stop! Stop!” I grab at a guard getting ready to rush in with a metal baton in hand. Billy, watching the guards, slowly lets the kicking and choking Renee fall to the ground. He lands with a thud, gasping and wheezing as he barks hoarse commands to kill Billy, who has back against the wall looking for an exit to the room.
Rushing in quickly, I take his hand. “We’re leaving, we’re leaving,” I explain, pulling Billy next to me as we make our way out of the room, and quickly towards the gangway leading to the main dock.
On the dock, I pull Billy towards the ramp leading up to the parking lot surrounding the pier.
“This way! We can call a cab up there.”
“No. Let’s go this way,” Billy says, leading me further down the dock towards a line of smaller boats. “Oooh, look at this!” Billy exclaims of a small antique looking wooden launch. “That’s an old Chris Craft. Come on. Get in,” he says, jumping inside. Without hesitation, I do as I always do, and follow Billy into the small boat, as he guides us out into the darkness of the harbor.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Sure enough. I spent every summer, during high school, up in Alaska fishing for my uncle. I’m a salty dog on the water,” he states confidently.
“It’s so dark. I can’t see anything.”
“We’ll go tie up to that buoy over there,” Billy says pointing.
Several large bags sit floating in the harbor, providing mooring close to the shore. Billy secures the boat, and we sit silently looking at each other under the moonlight as the sounds of waves crashing on the beach fills the night air.
“Why did you come tonight, Billy?”
“I couldn’t leave you. Not with that,” he says, pointing back at the yacht.
“I can take care of myself now. I promise.”
“I know you can. But, I love you. I love you, Gretchen Lane. And, I need you. I need to be with you, and I promise I’ll never leave you.”
“How can you promise me that, when you just choked Renee unconscious,” I giggle nervously.
“Okay, that. All I can say is, THAT, will happen anytime another human being puts their hands on you— Plain and simple,” he promises. And, I’m not going to lie. I liked it. It actually made me feel good knowing that someone would always protect me, no matter what the cost. I guess that’s what unconditional love is.
“Kiss me, Billy,” I say, lying down on the plush leather seating of the gently rocking boat. Cradling me in his arms, Billy kisses me—softly, pulling my bottom lip between his, before letting go and fully covering my mouth. His tongue pushes in finding mine, brushing down the side, and circling over with a silken embrace. His kiss is wet and passionate, sending desires for him throughout.
Sliding my hand over his lap, I feel his hardness straining against his pant, and I want him in my mouth. I want to taste that beautiful dick.
I drop to my knees, spreading Billy’s legs and work at the opening his belt. He smiles as I pull out the enormous member.
Long, and thick, it throbs, dwarfing my hand as it slides down to the base. Bringing my other hand up I squeeze hard, sending blood rushing through the shaft, swelling the head.
“Jesus Christ, look at the size of your cock, Baby,” I comment, breathing heavy as it pulsates in my hands. I think about the first time I held Billy’s dick. I was mesmerized
and scared all at the same time. Now, my pussy is soaking wet with the memory of it sliding down my throat. I loved it when he choked me with it. Feeling his ass and leg muscles flexing and straining as he force fucked my throat— God, that got me off so good. He was trembling like he is now. “Do you want me to suck it, Baby?” I ask, slapping it lightly with both hands against my puckered lips, before spitting on the head. Running my hand around, I scoop up the saliva and deposit it down the length, twisting and turning as I stroke.
“Ooooh, yeah,” Billy moans, closing his eyes as he tilts his head back, getting ready to enjoy my oral skills.
Opening my mouth, I take the tip of the fat head inside, sucking hard as I milk on the shaft. I can taste the salty pre cum that runs plentiful from the wide slit, and I open wider taking Billy deeper inside. I gag slightly as he travels over my tongue and into the back of my throat. Swallowing deeply, I force my head down, covering Billy’s shaft and sucking him slowly down my throat. Billy’s hands tighten down into my hair as he begins thrusting in, fucking my mouth.
Baring down, I hold the backs of his legs as he shoves and pulls his dick in and out of my throat. Slowly he moves at first, pushing to the base and pulling it out to the tip, where I swirl around sucking on the head, before sliding it back down. Over and over, and faster and faster he fucked me— holding my face hostage while lying sideways on the seat, ramming into me wildly as I choked and gasped for air.
With his cock swelling in my throat I feel his legs shake and his body, tighten, as he begins to cum. Shaking, violently he fills my mouth with his seed, that continues pumping as it runs out of the sides of my mouth. I suck hard, swallowing as much as I can while I run my hands around the hardened length, squeezing and pulling his semen free.
Letting go, I pull Billy’s softening dick from my mouth, licking up and down the length of the shiny saliva covered pole.
“Was it good, Baby?” I ask, kissing and licking it.
“The best ever. Come here. I want to hold you,” Billy says, tucking, himself away and zipping up his pants.
Snuggling next to him, I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“Promise me everything will be okay, Billy.”
“I promise, Baby,” he says, stroking my hair.
We lay still, with the only sound being the waves crashing along the shore and the periodic dinging of a ships bell somewhere off in the darkness. With the slow rocking of the boat, we’re both soon fast asleep—spending our first full night together, under the partially moon lit night floating upon the Mediterranean Sea.
~ ~ ~
We’re awakened by the sound of a foghorn blowing loudly, and the night has gone, replaced by the dawning sun. The air is chilled and Billy offers me his tuxedo jacket. “Here, take this,” he says, placing it over my shoulders. “We better get this back.” He unties us from the buoy, and climbing into the driver’s seat he starts the boat and takes us back to the dock. The area is empty, void of any life, the party having ended hours ago. Making our way quickly past Renee’s yacht, we find our way to a phone and call a cab back to my apartment.
~ ~ ~
“So, where do go from here?” Billy asks, from my sofa.
“I need some time to get things sorted out here,” I answer, sweetly. Things have happened so fast over the last two days, and my mind is still swimming over it all. I know I want to be with Billy, I just have to figure out how.
“By ‘sorted out’ do you mean, no more, Renee?”
“Yes, but,” I state, with a pause.
“But?”
“It’s not that easy, now”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re business partners,” I say, throwing a folded contract onto the table. Billy picks it up reading aloud.
“Divalicious Erotic Clothing… Nice,” he smiles. “I’m not going to say, I’m happy about you being in business with him. But, I’m also not here to stop you from doing what you have to do to obtain your dreams. I trust you’ll make the right decisions. Right?”
“Absolutely.”
“Anyway, Honey! Right now we got a fight I have to be training for.”
“We? You mean you, Buddy!”
“You’re right. That’s why I should be catching a flight home as soon as possible... Do I need to stay and help you get this sorted out?” Billy asks. “I’m sorry,” he adds. “Of course I don’t.”
“Thank you. It means a lot, that you have confidence in me.”
“I always have… Will you be able to make it to the fight?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the World!” Walking over to Billy, I sit on his lap. “I’m taking my part of the company and opening an American division. I’m going to hopefully launch in New York, and L.A. And, guess what’s in between?”
“Denver,” Billy, answers, smiling.
“That’s right, Baby.”
“I swear— you are a woman of action, Miss Gretchen Lane.”
I didn’t tell, Billy, all of the details, and it would be something we would have to work out in the future, but I made out really well in my business arrangement with, Renee— the details of which I will explain in my future book, Gretchen Lane’s Erotic Diaries.
“Who would have ever though it— Billy Mack and Gretchen Lane together at last,” I tease, with a kiss.
“I never had a doubt,” he states confidently.
IN CLOSING
The lights are shining down brightly, accenting the octagon shaped ring in the middle of the stadium. “I won’t get any blood on me sitting this close, will I?” I ask nervously of the older gentleman to my right.
“Oh, it’s a definite possibility,” he replies, sensing my fear and needling me a little. “No, you’ll be fine, young lady,” he continues, laughing.
“That’s good. I’ve never been to a fight before,” I speak, looking around at the all of the flashing bulbs, and crazy fans.
“Great. You’re going to love it! Who are you rooting for?”
“Billy Mack. He’s a friend of mine. This is his first fight in the UFC, and he invited me as his special guest,” I say, smiling, clutching the invitation and letter against my chest.
“Good for you—have fun,” he adds, patting my leg.
Shortly after, the lights dim and the thumping music blares out loud and strong, signally the start of Billy’s fight.
~ ~ ~
It was over before it even began— ending with Billy knocking his opponent out cold, in less than thirty seconds. Earning him, ‘Fight of the Night’ honors, and a great welcome into the UFC.
After getting his hand raised in victory, Billy is asked to walk the crowd through the instant replay on the large overhead screen. He does, and finishes by thanking the UFC and his opponent for the opportunity to fight.
“Okay, Billy. Thank you for that, I’m sure everyone here’s looking forward to seeing you fight again, very soon!”
“Thank you, Joe! I just want to say one more thing.” Billy takes the microphone and walking to the edge of the ring in front of me, he yells, “I did it, Gretchen Lane! I did it, Baby! I did it!”
“Okay, okay, Billy! That’s great,” the announcer yells, laughing and grabbing the microphone back. “Who’s, Gretchen?” he asks.
Grabbing the announcers hand and bringing the mic back he says, “That’s the woman I’m asking to marry me, Joe!”
‘Oh, my…’ I think with my hands covering my mouth.
“A friend?” ask, the old gentleman next to me. “Sounds like more than a friend to me.”
The camera searches the crowd, landing on me, awaiting my answer.
“Well?” the announcer, ask. “Is it a yes? Miss Gretchen Lane,” he continues.
“Yes,” I whisper, with my eyes filling with tears. “Yes!” I yell, standing and running to the caged ring, as Billy exits, meeting me in the aisle and wrapping his arms around me he lifts me in the air, easily spinning me around.
Holding me tight
he looks into my eyes. “I love you, Gretchen, and I don’t ever want to lose you again… Will you marry me, Baby?... I promise— I’ll never leave you.”
“Yes, Billy. Absolutely, yes.”
To be continued in
Big Girls Don’t Cry 3 ~ Gretchen and Billy
Gretchen and Billy are finally together, and the two are an unstoppable power couple. With Gretchen running her successful clothing line, and Billy being offered a shot at a title belt, life is everything the two had hoped for. Until, a devastating accident leaves, Billy, fighting for his life, and the couple in financial ruin.
Gretchen turns to the only person she knows to ask for help… Renee.
COMING Fall 2012
From bestselling author
Gretchen Lane
ANYTHING FOR CHOCOLATE (A Billionaire’s Deception)
Were you ever picked on as a kid for being overweight? Evan Daniels was. Tortured by the boys and sexually ridiculed by the girls, his life was a living hell. But now he has a six pack of abs to go along with a seven figure income. But, that's not enough--Evan wants revenge, especially on the women. And, what better way than to make a young beauty, walk a mile in his shoes.
Evan hatches a plan to pay a fitness model to be his submissive sexual foodie, while feeding her a new chocolate his company has developed. Slowly, the pounds will come on, subjecting the young beauty to an emotional nightmare full of manipulation and sexual deviancy.
For local television fitness celebrity, Daphne D'Angelo, life couldn't get any worse. Broke and filing for bankruptcy, she finds, she'll do... Anything for Chocolate
COMING Fall 2012
From bestselling author
Gretchen Lane
A MERMAN COMETH
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