Romance: My First Time With The Tycoon

by Ally Nelson

  Emory slipped her jacket from her shoulders and tossed it on a chair behind her. He worked the buttons down her chest. Addie thought to shimmy them behind the screen to conceal them.

  Emory caught on. He turned her around to the face the wall. He took her hands, one at a time, and placed them on the wall. With great flare, he tossed her skirts up over her shoulder. Hidden beneath layers and layers of fabric, Addie jutted her plump round bottom towards him and he entered her.

  The feeling of Emory inside of her, though she was tender from the night before, was so exciting. Her body clenched, drawing up tight around him.

  She did not care if she were going to hell. She did not care if Galen came in and shot her. She wanted Emory like nothing else. Even more than to be free from the magistrate. He wrapped his arms around her belly and drew her to him. He was inside of her. There was no turning back. Addie gave it her all. She relished this moment.

  His hands found her heavy breasts and pushed them upward. He pushed into her like a starving man, in and out of her vigorously. Emory forgot himself and his cries and moans grew louder. He reached between her legs and just like Galen had the night before, he worked it, wagging his hands unstoppingly. Addie was on her way to rapture.

  But the unmistakable sound of a key in the door made everything deadly still. Adrenaline coursed through her. It traversed her body, causing her to constrict her core around Emory’s hardness.

  “Emory?” called Galen cautiously.

  There was no hiding what they were doing. Addie was sleeping with her husband’s brother. She was certain they were dead. She closed her eyes waiting for the fury. Galen crossed the room in a couple of strides. He pulled back to drape on the screen.

  “Bring her to the bed,” he said lustily. “Let us both give her pleasure.”

  Addie was consumed with lasciviousness. She had some idea of what was going to happen and she could not contain her lust. She had to have these two fine men. They were bull-like and powerful. Her future could be no worse than the past and there was nothing better ever, than this moment right now. If Addie was ruining any chance she had a decent stable life by doing what she was doing, it felt to amazing to stop.

  Connected, Addie and Emory waddled to the bed. Galen was already bared, erect. Emory had Addie up on all fours, ramming her from behind. Galen gently guided her mouth to him. He tasted sweet and warm. The more her mouth worked on him, the more Emory’s pumping worked on her. She was positively alive with tingly and ticklishness and a craving for more and more.

  The excitement was overwhelming. She had a great desire to touch herself. She followed her instinct. She pressed and moved her fingers between her legs. She lit a wildfire. With little effort, Addie succumbed, tumbling in clouds of rapture. Her body spasmed around Emory’s without control. She nearly fainted as Galen pumped her mouth.

  As she froze, paralyzed with pleasure, Galen adjusted his position. Emory was seized by his own passion. He chased her over that wonderful cliff and fell, head over heels. He was so powerful as he came. Every cut ranch-hewn muscle jerked as he spent himself inside of her. He stiffened and tugged as he struggled to move to the very end. He tumbled away and soon Galen was inside of her, crying out as though he would die of ecstasy.

  The three collapsed on the mattress. The cowboys were half, half on the bed. Addie hummed. She never knew there was such delight possible. It was a dream. It was so sweet it could not be real. Addie floated on a cloud of complete satisfaction. There was not a tense ounce within her. She could not remember ever feeling this peaceful.

  But the dream passed and everyone adjusted themselves so that they were properly dressed. It was as if it never happened. Addie sat on the bed. Galen sat in one chair and Emory in another. Galen tapped an envelope as though he were thinking. All three of them acted as though what had just transpired between had no happened. But in fact it had. They had mad passionate sex together. Galen finally he spoke.

  “The sheriff received a wire while I was at the sheriff’s office,” he said gruffly. “As expected, they confirmed the demise of your father, Adaline.”

  Addie held out a little bit of hope but that was crushed. Her father was officially dead. She turned her head, pushing the emotion she felt, deep inside of her till she didn’t feel a thing.

  “This magistrate fellow, or the man who calls himself a magistrate, works with a band of four, including a woman. The law back in Chicago says this magistrate fellow was the front man and that he basically stole the deed to your home. None of the papers as far they can see are legit,” said Galen.

  “How do they know?” asked Emory.

  “Well for one thing, some of the papers are sign post-mortem,” said Galen.

  Addie flinched. A little sound escaped her.

  “Sorry about that. They found your daddy. They put his time of death about a day before the documents were falsely signed,” said Galen.

  “What happened?” asked Emory.

  “From what they gathered, because three of the four turned on the magistrate which is why he followed Addie out, that they jumped her father, forced him to turn over papers. After he was deceased, they set about signing the property over to themselves. It’s prime real estate according to the police,” said Galen. “Worth a pretty penny, if that’s what your heart’s desire is.”

  “It’s been in my family forever,” Addie remarked.

  Addie’s heart’s desire. She had stopped considering what that was. She could do worse. Galen Calhoun was a fine man. But from the tone of his voice, it almost sounded like he was giving her an option.

  “Anyhow, the police say that place is yours. Along with this reward money,” he said.

  “That’s mighty fine,” said Emory. “What are you going to do with a farm back there when you’re way out here?”

  Addie kept her head down. She did not want anyone to see how suddenly homesick she was.

  “Well I’ve been thinking about that,” said Galen. “At first when I learned Addie might come into the farm, I knew it had to be valuable. My original thought was that one of us could go check it out. It would be kind of like an adventure. City farm, Montana farm. How hard could it be? But then I got to thinking that none of this would have happened had it not been for this son of a bitch being so crooked and all. Addie, you hadn’t given any thoughts of being married before all this, had you?”

  She shook her head solemnly.

  “And you only did what you did because you had no other way, correct?” he asked.

  She could hear in his voice that he was afraid of her answer. But he was on to something. He sighed.

  “The truth is I read every one of your letters to Emory and his to you. It was my distinct impression that you had feelings for one another. Emory and I set you up to come out here to teach you a lesson. Because you had expressed your feelings so genuinely. We couldn’t figure how anyone could do that and those feelings not be real. I am thinking, now that I know what I know, that those feelings were real. They were, weren’t they?”

  Addie nodded.

  “But I have feelings for you too,” she promised him.

  He smiled softly. “But you want to go home, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “That’s my ranch out there. My brother helped me every step of the way. But he won’t let me give him half. He wants something of his own. I figure, especially after what just happened here, that this is the best way. I am fine with the three of us –.”

  He couldn’t finish his sentence; the subject was too taboo. Addie burned with an out of control blush. Emory squirmed.

  “I’d be pleased if you stayed and were my wife but I read those letters you wrote to Emory. You two belong together. You don’t belong with me,” said Galen.

  Addie rushed him. She threw her arms around him.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Galen stood up and shook his brother’s hand. He picked up a piece of paper off a stack of papers that he had as they
checked into the room. He ripped it up and walked out of the room. Addie examined the pieces of paper Galen shredded. It was their wedding certificate. Tears jeweled her eyes. Galen Calhoun was a good man.

  “What do you make of that?” Emory asked shyly.

  “It’s all so sudden,” said Addie. “But it feels right. Do you think you can put with me in Chicago?”

  “I think I am going to die trying,” said Emory.

  The Alpha Werebear Seeks a Wife

  By: Victoria Scott

  The Alpha Werebear Seeks a Wife

  ©Victoria Scott, January, 2016 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads Publishing

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  Chapter 1

  Emily looked at the paper again and thought about it for just a brief minute. She didn’t know what to do really. Should I do it or not?

  “Ma’am did you want to sign up? If so we will need you to fill out a form.” The woman that spoke was short and rounded and looked like someone’s mother. Not a person she would have thought she would see here. No. She was definitely not the type to be rounding women in for this affair.

  “What happens exactly? I mean I know what it says but can you tell me what it entails?”

  “Yes. Come with me honey.”

  She followed the older woman to the back of the room and sat down at the small round wooden table. The woman had a smile that was tender and heartfelt. Emily saw her eyes travel to her shoulder and she quickly pulled the shirt up to hide the mark she knew that Scott had left there yesterday. The woman’s eyes were tender as she took her hand in her own. Her words were soft as if in a mere whisper she spoke them.

  “It is hard to tell you what will happen exactly. All I can tell you is that you will be sent to a husband. They also sign papers stating they will make sure that you are taken care of in every way.”

  “Yes, but I don’t know about being shipped off to a husband that I don’t even know.” Her eyes were frightened as she spoke. Emily was a kind heart and hadn’t been given the easiest of lives to live.

  The woman sighed softly. “Can I be frank honey?”

  “Yes.”

  “It looks like things couldn’t get much worse than they already are for you dear. You could find yourself with an honest man that will treat you well. A lot better than the way you have been treated by the looks of things.”

  Emily looked at the other woman and knew what she said was the truth. Scott was an ass and had been since her parents’ death. Emily was an only child. In the beginning, Scott had been nice to her buying her things and taking her out all with trying to get her to marry him. She had finally agreed to move in with him and that was her biggest mistake. Her parents were killed in a car accident just a few months later. That was when everything had changed.

  Scott had changed. He had gone from the boyfriend who did everything for her and devoted his life to pleasing her to the asshole he now was. He also developed a liking to alcohol a little too much and became abusive. The problem was the worst abuse was the kind that no one saw. Scott was mainly good at keeping the bruises where no one would see them but it was his words hurt Emily the most. He blamed her for her parent’s death telling her they were coming to their house for her “stupid birthday”. If it hadn’t of been for her then they wouldn’t have been on the road and the victim when the truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. She constantly blamed herself for the accident.

  Scott had a way of making her feel like nothing and kicking her when she was down. He was also a cheat and didn’t even bother to try and hide it. He had gone as far as making her watch a video of him with another woman while he used her body. She had cried herself to sleep that night. It hadn’t been because of the physical pain he had caused her but rather the shame and humiliation she had felt. He had brought women home and then laughed at her when she said something. She normally saw the back of his hand whenever she had said something against the way he was doing things so she had become accustomed to keeping her mouth shut too.

  “I need some time to think about it.”

  The woman tried to give her a pamphlet but Emily knew that if she took it home and Scott found it then she would either wind up dead or wishing she was, so she kept the thought in her mind.

  The woman smiled at her gently as she patted her hand.

  “Think real hard honey. You are way too young to be where you are today. You are extremely beautiful too. I am sure there is a man out there that can make you happy. You just have to reach for it. You have a destiny that does not end up here in this little rundown town with a no good man. You are destined to be great.”

  For the first time in a long time Emily smiled. Not just a little grin but a full smile.

  “I wish. You really think so?”

  “I do my dear. You’ll see.”

  She made her way home down the small one lane road. Scott didn’t let her drive anymore and had sold her car then pocketed the money himself. The only way she could get anywhere is either having him drive her or being forced to walk everywhere. She was glad she had bought a few pair of tennis shoes.

  As she walked into the doorway of the house she was glad that Scott wasn’t home yet. He would be upset that she was starting dinner late and she didn’t want him to be mad. She made her way into the kitchen and began pulling items from the pantry. Tonight he wanted steak and potatoes. It was a meal that she made every Friday night. She would have a sandwich made of leftover chicken from the night before. She hurried to get the steak prepared. She knew that he would know that she hadn’t marinated it very long if she didn’t slow cook it which meant it needed to be in the oven 10 minutes ago.

  She had just pulled the steak from the oven and put the potatoes on the plate when she heard the door open. Scott walked in with a smile on his face. She could tell already just by looking at him that he had already been at the bar.

  “You got my dinner ready?”

  “Yes. It’s coming to the table now.”

  “Good. I’m going out tonight. I want to eat and get ready. You need to make sure you clean this house good just in case I have company with me when I come home if you know what I mean. Some of the guys might come home with me.”

  “Yes, sir. I will make sure I clean it good.” She turned back around to the kitchen where the bowl of cold chicken sat and began assembling her sandwich. She watched as he sat at the table and watched her as he ate his steak.

  “I don’t think you marinated it enough. But then again you don’t get anything right now do you? That’s what I get for being with someone who isn’t good at shit.”

  “Sorry, Scott.”

  “Yeah. I know you are.”

  She sat in silence as he finished his meal. She knew he was full of shit. If it tasted as bad as he said, then his plate wouldn’t be as spotless as it was when he got finished eating as it always was. She watched as he made his way to the bedroom. She hoped tonight didn’t end up like
he said it would. Some of his friends were as nasty as he was and she didn’t want to have to keep guard. Most of the time when they came over she would lock herself in the bedroom. Usually they were so drunk that by the next morning they would have forgotten all about it.

  Chapter 2

  Hours later she heard the car pull up outside. She felt the hair stand up on her arms in fear. She was about to run to the bedroom when the door swung open.

  “Hold on baby. Let me get that fine ass to the bedroom and then you can see just how I like it.”

  Scott’s laugh could be heard through the house. Emily slipped into the kitchen and peeked through the doorway. Scott was walking with his arm around a woman. They were making their way to the bedroom. His hand was planted on her ass and he turned her so that she was pushed against the wall. She whimpered and Emily’s hands went over her mouth when the woman pushed a picture on the wall to the floor. Laughing Scott threw all of the rest of them off the wall and onto the floor as well.

  “The bitch will clean it up.” He was kissing the woman and groping at her breasts. Emily felt the tears slide down her face as the pair went into the bedroom and slammed the door. She heard laughter and felt herself cringe.

  She didn’t understand why he was the way he was. She had never done anything to be treated so badly. She had sat and wondered at times what she could have done so bad to make her life turn out the way it did. She never could come up with anything. She heard more giggles come from the bedroom. The bed that she had slept in for the last few years often by herself, but it was hers all the same. The sheets that she had just cleaned yesterday and put on the mattress would now be ruined. There was no way she could ever sleep in that bed again.