The Campus Jock: A College Bad Boy Romance

by Serena Silver

  “Orion! Orion!!” Ashton yells at the angry dark skies. Lightning strikes in the distance. “Are you watching? Are you up there? I need you!”

  After no response, she makes her way through the maze of corn. She comes to a flattened area about where she found herself after the abduction.

  She again yells to the skies. “Orion, you can’t leave me here by myself! I need you! I have your baby! “

  Ashton takes off her wet shirt, shorts, and panties to reveal her pregnant body. She stands naked in the rain, water running down her face and breasts. Lights shoot through the sky around her. A steady beam of light lands next to her. Grass under the beam starts to tug back and forth and soon ends up floating in the air. Ashton reaches for the light and feels an upward pull toward the sky. She steps into the light. The light surrounds her body and slowly raises her nude form into the night skies. Rain drops are displaced by the yellow light beam. She looks down and sees the farm getting further and further away. She normally would be afraid of heights, but can’t help but smirk. She wonders what someone would think if they saw her nude, pregnant self, floating in midair. As she’s pulled further up, her throat dries. She’s nervous and excited. She hasn’t stopped thinking about the spaceship, the abduction or Orion since that amazing night. Bobby Darren or any other fantasy couldn’t hold a candle up to the reality that was Orion.

  Ashton sees a metallic structure in the clouds above her. A pattern of light moves in a rapid order around it. It’s an Alien ship. The beam of light is emitting from a trap door underneath it. By some unseen force, she’s pulled through the trap door and into a large room. Her nude body stays suspended in midair even after the trap door closes. The lights surround her body. She’s about two feet on the floor. A familiar figure walks into the room from a sliding metallic door. It’s Orion.

  “You’re not a dream. You are real,” Ashton says with a tear. She puts her hand on her belly. “It’s yours, Orion. I’m yours.”

  The giant, muscular nude figure walks toward her. His skin fluctuates between iridescent colors and a mirror-like surface. His body form is perfect. He’s like a moving statue.

  “I craved you. I missed you,” says Orion. He moves his hands over her floating body. They are huge and comforting. His hands go over her soft skin, down her belly. He puts his hand behind her head to pull her in for a kiss. Blood rushes through her body. The kiss is passionate and familiar. Familiar like they’ve kissed in a past life. His lips taste sweet. She bites his bottom lip. He slowly moves away to spin her levitating body around. Her naked back and curvy bottom are exposed to him.

  He pulls her toward him. She feels his rippled chest against her back and his hardened cock against her ass. He reaches around to feel her ample breasts as he kisses down her neck. Her nipples are hard and tender to the touch. His other hand slides down her belly, then her thighs.

  “I love you,” Ashton says while taking in every feeling and every touch.

  “I need you,” Orion responds, as he sucks harder on her nude neck, pushing away her wet red hair. He reaches down her thighs between her legs and realizes it’s not just her hair that’s wet.

  She can’t contain how horny he makes her. She wants to feel and experience every part of him. His fingers tease her clit in rhythmic, circular motions, increasing in intensity. Her back arches as she grinds her soft ass on his hardened member. He slides a finger deep inside her. Her body trembles with excitement. She flexes her legs back and forth over his finger. She reaches back to feel how hard he is. She slides her hand up and down around his thickness.

  He gently bends her over and caresses her cheeks. He slips himself inside of her from behind. An intense pressure fills her. She loves feeling him inside of her. He pulls slowly out, then back in, building up his speed. One hand is around her waist, and the other’s still teasing her clit. She can feel every inch of his shaft thrusting over and over. With each thrust, she moans and screams until finally … an explosion of feelings and ecstasy shoot through every part of her body. Her body shakes and spasms as aftershocks of joy hit her.

  Orion lowers her to the ground and pulls a silver fabric-like material from a slot in the wall to cover her nude body with. He holds her tightly. He’s never been like this with anyone here on earth, or on his home planet. His customs were much different and less personal. This was all foreign to him, but he loved feeling this delicate flower next to him. It was forbidden in every way possible, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to spend another day without her.

  Laying in bliss, Ashton says nothing. She slowly catches up on her breathing. Sweat forms down her body and her lovers embrace only heats her more. She didn’t know if she’d ever feel him again.

  Orion kisses her neck and whispers into her ear. “I don’t want you to ever leave.”

  Ashton turns around to kiss his lips. She looks into his reflective eyes. “I don’t know where your home is. I don’t know what’s next, but I don’t care, as long as it’s with you.”

  Orion holds her tight.

  “And our baby.”

  “Yes, our baby.” Ashton rubs her belly. “Do I need to pack some clothes?” Ashton asks as she looks under the reflective sheet at her naked self.

  The metallic ship hovering in the clouds turns invisible with only a pattern of lights remaining. A mechanical whirring builds up and then explodes. The ship darts away leaving a trail of lights to catch up with it. Ashton looks forward to her new adventure and her new love a few galaxies away.

  Faith runs out to the porch just in time to see the light of the ship taking off. She now knows for a fact that her sister was telling the truth about everything. She shakes her head back and forth laughing to herself.

  “That slut. Hooking up with the first Alien that sweeps her off her feet.” Faith jokes to herself before letting a tear drop fall from her eye. She whispers to the sky “Love you, sis. I’m going to miss you. I hope you found your knight in shining armor after all.”

  Mail Order Bride: Moving West

  Dolores Drake

  Moving West

  Copyright 2017 by Dolores Drake

  All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older, and all acts of a sexual nature are consensual.

  Chapter One

  Alexandra Price walked down the long, dark corridor with quick steps. She could hear the surge and fall of the notes of the evensong, somewhere in the recesses of the huge convent. The tapping of her heels against the stone floor was louder than necessary. She knew she was walking a bit too noisily, but she did not care. She was annoyed, and so she allowed herself the small indiscretion against the rules of the place that had finally decided to throw her out on her back.

  “Shhh, Alex!” admonished Sister Catherine who happened to cross her from the opposite side and whom Alexandra, buried in her thoughts had not seen coming. Chastised, she walked the remaining few steps to the office of the Mother Superior in quiet discretion and softly knocked on the door. She entered when she heard a muffled come in.

  “Alexandra.” Mother Bernardine turned from the sideboard where she was arranging a tea tray. She was an eighty-three-year-old woman, ramrod straight, looking foreboding in her habit. But nobody knew better than Alexandra the love and generosity of her
heart.

  “Would you care to pour the tea?” she asked walking back to her desk, and Alex marveled at the alacrity and poise with which she moved. This woman had been her rock, Alex thought with love and affection as the abbess lowered herself into her majestic looking straight back chair and bending forward steepled her hands on top of her table, her rosaries coiled around the fingers and palm of her right hand.

  Everybody knew when Alex was upset she made tea. Now as she quietly moved to the sideboard and started pouring from the kettle, Mother Bernardine said sternly,

  “You shouldn’t have bothered with the polite knock. The noise you made striding down the corridor, I was half expecting you to kick my office door in and break it down.”

  Alexandra winced. But she had never been afraid of speaking her mind. Perhaps that was what made her everybody’s pet, even Mother Superior’s.

  “I was distressed.” She muttered. “After all, I am being thrown out of my own house.” She said placing a cup of tea in front of the Mother and taking a seat from across her.

  “This is the house of God, and nobody is ever thrown out from here.”

  “Then take me to Carolina with you.” Alex countered.

  “Alexandra, you know that is not possible. The orphanage here is fully operational now. It's working beautifully. There is no such institution in Jacksonville. That is why the convent is being moved there. To set up a new facility.”

  “You know I will only be an asset to you. I can serve alongside you.”

  “It is not your job to serve. It is ours.”

  “Is it really so necessary to renounce this world first to serve it?”

  “No. But there is a need to do so if you want to stay along with the convent.”

  “I will never take the habit.”

  “And I will never ask you to. You are not cut out for it.”

  “You can ask the church to renew my contract with them as a librarian and primary school teacher. You are going to need an experienced person for both these jobs in Jacksonville.”

  “The church has decided to terminate your contract.”

  “You have enough power to change their decision.”

  “But I will not use it.”

  “I will be alone, miserable, distraught without you. Don’t you feel anything for me?” Alex said querulously, and Bernardine faced the biggest conflict of control in her entire life. But she kept a calm exterior.

  “You know we all love you and we will always wish for your best. But every bird must leave the nest one day. Your day has come. The severing of the tie will no doubt be painful, but it will liberate you, show you your path in the world.”

  “What will I do? Where will I go.” Alex cried out her hands spread out palms up on the table.

  Mother Bernardine picked up an envelope from among the neatly arranged stacks on her table and handed it to Alex.

  “I have cut out some clippings from the local newspapers, jobs I felt were suitable for you. You might want to take a look at them.”

  “If you have so righteously washed your hands off me why do you care what I do when I leave? I don’t care for what is suitable and what is not. I am going to do something sensational. “

  Alex said getting up from her place and pointing a finger down at the woman she loved and respected the most.

  “Like what, for example?” Mother Bernardine asked looking up coolly into her rebellious eyes. It wasn’t the first time she was facing an angry Alex Price.

  “I don’t know,” Alex said as she threw her hands up into the air, the envelope clutched in one, and stood in front of the Mother’s desk like a caged tigress.

  “For all I care, I will build railways or travel to the Arctic.” Then she turned her back on the old woman and walked out. This time, she did bang the door behind her so loudly two of the sisters who had been studying the scriptures in a nearby room rushed out to see what was going on.

  As the door closed, Mother Bernardine allowed the tears to come. She let them flow freely for some time staring at the closed door. Then she smiled her wicked smile and chuckled.

  Chapter Two

  “I am selling the company.” Andreadora Sullivan announced casually, after dinner one evening. Jim Sullivan sipped at his port unconcerned.

  He knew his grandmother was unpredictable and loved to shock. That was what made her the successful businesswoman she was. After the death of her husband, she had brought up her four children alone and not only managed her husband’s business but multiplied it tenfold with her acute sense of entrepreneurship. Then after the death of her eldest son, she had once again shelved her sorrow over losing a child to give the five-year-old Jim, the necessary attention, and support he had needed. He had become her way of coping with the loss.

  Now, even as the declaration shocked him Jim tried to sound unfazed

  “Why?” he asked matter of factly.

  “Because you won’t get married. What’s the point of having a business this size and no one to pass it on to?” Andreadora sipped at her scotch. Jim smiled. She always hated it when she was offered that ladylike glass of wine.

  “You forget, I own a part of it too, along with Aunt Morgan, and Ara and Archie,” Jim said referring to his grandmother’s other children.

  “Ten present each. It’s still less than my total share. Besides, I own all the rights to sell without consulting any one of you. Yet I am telling you up front what I plan on doing and why.”

  “Because I refuse to get married and have children?” Jim asked resting his glass on a low table and looking at his grandmother quizzically.

  “Exactly.”

  “That’s ridiculous.”

  “My decision has been made.”

  “Fine. You want to sell. Quote, your figure.” Jim said retrieving his glass.

  “I know you are a rich man Jim Sullivan,” Andreadora said inclining her head to one side and smiling slyly at her grandson. She took a small sip of her scotch before continuing.

  “After all, you were a highly paid railway engineer for five years before you joined the family business. And you have invested wisely. But, whatever price you are ready to pay, I will not sell it to you. I am selling to Joshua Masterton.”

  “Joshua Masterton?” This time, Jim put down the glass with a resounding thud. Andreadora eyed him with annoyance before saying,

  “That’s my great grandma’s finest crystal you are being so careless with. Came all the way from England on the Mayflower. Besides Mr. Masterton is ready to buy.”

  “Of course he is. He is my biggest rival.” Jim said from between barred teeth.

  “Precisely.” His grandmother smiled smugly as she sat back on the sofa.

  “Fine, go ahead, sell. I am your grandson, and Grandpa Jim’s. I have enough Sullivan blood in me to build another company. But I will not allow you to manipulate me into a marriage.”

  “I already have. You are already married.” Jim’s glass was arrested in midair as he slowly turned to her.

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “You were married by proxy. You signed the marriage agreement which was then sent to your bride for signing. It was submitted to the registrar’s office in New York on the twentieth of last month.

  “And what was I…unconscious, hypnotized or drunk when all this happened?”

  “You were careless. You signed the marriage agreement along with a sheaf of papers I gave you to sign two months back. It was on the day…” But Jim held up his palm as he looked into the hearth, the fire there reflected in his icy blue eyes.

  “I remember…” he said dazed at the way his own grandmother had duped him.

  “It was on that day I was to leave for Washington for the regional conference of Western Pacific Railways. You gave me a stack of papers to sign. But I was not careless. I was in a hurry. I was going to miss my train because I spent my morning resolving that silly fight between you and Scot Murphy.” He said referring to their family physician.

  Andreadora looked
down at her hands that she held clasped in her lap. When she didn’t say anything for a long time, Jim looked up at her as if he was seeing her for the first time and said.

  “Perhaps it was a part of your plan too.”

  “She is arriving tomorrow. Your bride. Her name is Alexandra Price.”

  “What do you mean arriving?” Jim growled.

  “She is coming from New York. she grew up in a convent there.”

  “And how did you select this lady?”

  “I gave an advertisement in a local newspaper.”

  “You ordered me a bride via newspaper advertising from a convent in New York? Why?” Jim asked incredulously.

  “Because I want you to be happy,” Andreadora said with conviction.

  “Did it ever occur to you that I might already be happy?”

  “No, you are not. You just work all day.”

  “My work makes me happy.” Jim insisted.

  “You need a companion.”

  “If you mean sex, believe me, I get plenty of that too, and without having to buy it.”

  “I am pretty sure you do. But that is not what I meant. I want you to have a woman who loves you and whom you love” she said unfazed by her grandson’s crassness. After all, she had been handling three generations of Sullivan men.

  “I will not marry this girl.” he said pointing a finger at his grandmother.

  “You already are. You need to be at the station at noon tomorrow.”