by Unknown
“Here’s your food and beer.” The waitress Sarah said without taking her eyes off Bruno. “If you want dessert I get off at ten.” Well, that took a brass set of balls.
Before Victoria could form a witty response to shut the skank down, she saw Bruno’s eyes darken and she found herself staring at him. He made a signal towards the bar with his hand as he said, “Not. Going. To Happen.” Go, Bruno.
The bartender was at his side. “Henry, Sarah here seems to want to get in between me and what is mine. She is going home for the night.”
It was like a train wreck with Victoria at the center. She couldn’t look away.
“Yes, sir.” He turned to Sarah who looked like she was about to attack Victoria. “Go home, Sarah. I’ll finish your tables.” Sarah looked like she was about to argue. “You know better, so cut the shit and leave.”
She scowled off and Victoria couldn’t make out much of her rant. Not one of us. Bitch. Fat whore. That was pretty much all Victoria made out, but it was enough to know that the waitress was livid.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Not your apology to make. She knows better. I forgave Marc before because he couldn’t have known. She did. Now leave us.” The man scurried off as Victoria tried to make sense of what had just happened.
“So, Victoria, as much as I would like to stay here enjoy a pleasant conversation with you followed by some dancing and possible wooing, let’s eat this up and get out of here.” He was looking at her like she was what he wanted to eat and she was up for that.
“As long as I can be dessert.” She grabbed an onion ring as he nearly choked on his beer. He was not expecting that, which, given what they had just been doing, struck her as hilarious.
“Eat, woman.” He was teasing, but she could practically feel the lust pulsing off of him.
They had their food eaten and were on their way home in ten minutes. Not good for the digestion, but what can ya do. Sometime other needs come first.
Dessert Time
“Kind of wishing I took you up on that whole ride thing,” Victoria said as they walked faster than should be possible with heels.
“Am I going too fast? Need me to slow down?”
“Heck no. I want us to be there faster.”
He scooped her up as if she weighed an ounce.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting us there faster.” Boy, oh boy, he was not kidding. The man practically power walked with her in his arms. They were passing by the inn and about to head down the path in record time.
“Tell her first, Bruno.” She heard Martha from behind her. Just perfect. She was about to be cock blocked by his employee.
“Back off, Aunt Martha.”
Victoria heard the woman behind her laugh.
“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it then.” The change in Martha’s voice was subtle, but there. She approved. Go figure.
“Martha’s your aunt.”
“Seriously, you want to talk about my aunt now?” Heck to the no on that.
They were practically to the first cabin. At this rate they would be there in moments. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Didn’t think so.” He stopped at the door. “Key?”
“Back pocket.”
He put her down, retrieved the key and opened the door. He hadn’t even closed the door when he began giving orders. Score. He was going to be the alpha male. She was more than ready to obey. She was in charge of too much in her life. Let her pleasure be all his to command.
“Take off all your clothes. Slowly.”
That she could do. She had long since come to term with the fact that she was a large girl. The media bombarded her with images of tiny woman and diet supplements. It took her a long time to embrace her inner sexy and realize that there are plenty of hot men who want a curvaceous woman in their bed.
She slowly pulled her top over her head. She had never wished she had worn buttons before. There was very little she could do to add the sexy to this so off it went, and to the floor. He was breathing so loudly she could hear him from across the room, so he obviously found it sexy enough. She looked down at her lacey low cut bra and gave her boobs a squeeze. When she heard a moan from across the room, she decided to leave it on. She was going to work every little, or in this case not so little, advantage she had to the max.
She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly released the zipper. It near killed her, but she was going to have to take her shoes off. She knew he liked them, but there was no way she could gracefully remove her jeans with them on. She stepped out of her shoes as she turned away from him. Looking over her back shoulder she bent at her waist and slowly began to push her jeans down her thighs as she gave her extra wide hips a little wiggle.
A growl, followed by his hands around her waist, let her know that stripping time was over. She wanted to pat herself on the back for a job well done.
“The things you do to me.” He growled in her ear. There was that growling again. She loved how she could turn him all prehistoric cave man like that.
“And what are you going to do to me?” she asked as he helped her remove the remainder of her clothes.
“First, I‘m going to take in the beauty that is your curvaceous body.” He looked her up and down, his erection prominently pushing against the front of his jeans. She would have to help him with that.
“Second, I am going to have my dessert.”
“Yes,” escaped her lips and it took all she had not to beg him to do it now.
“Then I am going to fuck you. Hard. Just as you are about to come, for what I would estimate will be the fourth time for the evening, I’m going to bite your neck as I fill you will my seed and make you mine.”
She was not sure about the whole bite me thing, but figured even if it hurt, it would be worth it for the first part of the menu. After all, everyone had their kinks and if biting was his... have at it. “Tell me yes. Tell me you want all those things and more.” As forceful and alpha-y as he was earlier, he was giving her an out. An out she didn’t want, but somehow made her want him even more.
“Yes. Now eat your dessert.” She was going for silly, but her voice gave away the intensity of her desire. He had his face between her thighs so fast she nearly fell over. He nudged her thighs wider apart and inhaled deeply. Oddly, it didn’t make her uncomfortable.
“You smell like cinnamon and honey. I wonder how you taste.”
She had never heard anyone comment on her aroma before and, quite honestly, she was fine with that, but at this moment, hearing him speak that way had her practically dripping. His tongue made a sweep across her slit and she shivered with anticipation. Bastard missed her clit on purpose. “You taste better than you smell, which I would have said was impossible.”
He stood up. “I’m going to have to pass on dessert.” She felt her heart sink until he picked her up and over his shoulder. “Yes, this needs to be a full course.” He smacked her ass and walked her into the bedroom and plopped her on the bed. Before her eyes had a chance to adjust to the change in light, he was once again between her thighs.
At first he slowly licked her the way he had earlier, missing her clit every stinking time. She started to squirm in frustration and he chuckled into her. “Patience, love, patience.” She was anything but patient and just as she was about to beg, she felt his tongue enter her and all was right in the world. Slowly at first, he began to fuck her with his tongue. As her breath became more and more unsteady, he increased his speed and just as she was sure she would come, he removed his tongue.
“Bastard,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Patience.” He chuckled. He was loving her neediness.
“Fuck patience.”
One slow lick followed her eloquent begging, only this time he sucked in her clit at the end. That was all it took. She was coming even more forcefully than she had after that earth shattering blow job. He kept up his assault as she rode out the orgasm, extending her pleasure by doing so. She should have been
completely wrung out and ready for a nap by then, but somehow it made her need him more. As if her body was incomplete until he was inside her.
He kissed his way up, paying homage to her breasts as he did. By the time he reached her face she had caught her breath and was ready for more. Everything.
“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever dreamed of witnessing.” His mouth was on hers and she could taste herself on his tongue. She loved that.
For the first time it registered that she was feeling him, felt his skin on her skin, his cock resting on her thigh. When the heck did he get naked? That was a show she hadn’t wanted to miss. Oh well. Next time. Maybe she should cancel her spa weekend and stay an extra night. Could she do that?
“I need to be inside you.” He said it as fact. He wasn’t asking. How the heck was she getting wetter? Goodness gracious, she needed him inside her too. She pulled him close and he took that as a cue to remedy the situation. He entered her with no pretense of soft sweet love making. She felt so full and complete in that moment. His name left her mouth in a plea. She needed more. Now.
She didn’t have to ask twice. His speed increased and true to his word he was fucking her. Hard. She met him stroke for stroke. Needing it. Needing him. She felt herself clench around him.
“Fuck, love. If you keep doing that this will be over before we begin.” Not that she could control it. He did things to her. Things she had never felt before. Not in her long term relationships. Not in her one night stands. Goodness, not even with toys. This man made her body come alive in the most spectacular way.
She felt herself start to come and heard a growl as the full orgasm took over. When he lowered her head and bit her, as promised, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. She was waiting for pain, but there was none, only euphoria. For a quick moment, she thought she felt his teeth actually sink into her skin, proving that orgasms are intoxicating and caused hallucinations. He licked the side of her neck and pulled up so that he was looking straight into her eyes, their bodies still connected.
“Mine,” was all that he said, but it was filled with so much meaning she almost got teary eyed. From the look of it, saying “see ya later” tomorrow was going to hurt them both. She would definitely look into changing her weekend plans. It would probably hurt more on Sunday, but the thought of leaving in a few hours hurt too much to even consider.
“Yours,” she agreed as she allowed sleep to carry her away. There would be time enough for thinking in the morning.
Setting the sheets on fire was one thing...
The damn phone was ringing. She was having the most amazing dream about hot sex with a near stranger and now a phone was going off. Wait, that wasn’t her phone. She opened her eyes and began to sit when she was hit with resistance. An arm was across her chest.
It wasn’t a dream.
She really had had the most mind boggling sexual experience of her life.
“Bruno? Bruno?” She gave him a slight shake. “Your phone is ringing.”
“Fuck,” was his only reply as he rolled over and found his pants from their resting place on the floor. She looked at the clock, it was only one in the morning.
“What?”
Yep. He was pissed.
“When?” There was a pause and while she had no clue what the person on the other end was saying, she could see the anger Bruno was barely able to rein in. “We’ll be right down.” Suck. This had something to do with her, too. Or was she just being paranoid? “No, she is here with me. No need to get her.” Nope, whatever this cluster fuck was, it had to do with her.
He hung up the phone and rubbed his face with his hand. “That was the sheriff, Cal. It looks like someone vandalized your car.”
Shit, shit, shit. “How bad?” She could tell by the look on his face, it was not a simple keying incident.
“Umm, there is no nice way to say this.” That didn’t sound good. Not. At. All. “It’s on fire.”
“What the fuck?” She was up putting her clothes on as she let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.
His arms pulled her in close. “Shh, love. Don’t cry. We will figure this all out.” Great, now she was crying.
“Who would do such a thing? I don’t even know people here.” Then it hit here. Sarah. Would Sarah be that crazy? She did lose a day’s work. No, that couldn’t be. “Do you think Sarah?”
He rubbed her back with small circles. “That was my first thought, but we won’t know until we check it out.”
“Is she like an ex or something?” She hadn’t asked before because she had no interest in knowing. None. At. All. Now was different though because it might shed some light on things.
“Something.” That was less comforting than not knowing.
“Ass.” She pulled from his arms to finish getting dressed.
He grabbed his clothes as well. “By something I mean she wanted something. I wanted to wait for more. She didn’t like that. Story over. Not that it was sketchy or anything.”
“Well then you’re an ass for not being clear the first time.” She smiled at him. “Either way, my statement stands.”
“Fair enough. Now let’s get our shoes and go. The sooner we get there, the better the chance we have of figuring this all out.”
They arrived at the garage only to see the fire truck finishing its job of extinguishing the fire. It was no longer visibly burning, but there was still smoke. Lots and lots of smoke. Victoria was grateful he had left it in the side lot. If it had been in the front lot, it would have most likely caught the whole building on fire.
“Hey, Bruno.” Cal was there with very obvious bedhead. He most likely had been sound asleep when he got the call. Small towns were so very different from her city life. He leaned in a little too close before pulling back and smiling. “Whoa. I almost missed that with all the fire and such. Congratulations, man. About time.” Well, that made sense—Not. At. All.
“Thanks. Pretty excited about it myself, and then all this bullshit goes down.” He pulled her into his side. She fit perfectly. “So what do you know?”
“Not much, I’m afraid. The car is totaled, obviously.” It was beyond obvious. It was a charcoaled mess. “The flames and smoke masked any scents, so we’re going to have to do good old-fashioned detective work. Not much we can do now. Probably shouldn’t have called you, but figured you would be pissed if I didn’t. If I had known the good news I would have waited until morning.”
This was the weirdest conversation ever, but Victoria was fairly sure she missed a lot of it because her eyes were glued to her former car.
“All’s good.” Bruno’s hand rubbed up and down her arm, giving her comfort she desperately needed. “For the record, you were right. I would have probably challenged you if you didn’t call.”
“Ass.” Cal mumbled under his breath.
“Seems to be the consensus,” Bruno added as he squeezed her in a bit closer.
“Smart mate you found.” The sheriff chuckled. Bruno nodded and then looked to the fire. “I’m thinking they’re almost done with the fire. At this point they are just cooling it down so they can probably give you an update. They may have some more answers?”
As they got closer to the fire fighters, the whole scene before her became more real. They reached the first firefighter and she was surprised to be greeted with a smile. This town was strange.
“Well, congrats, Bruno. I hadn’t heard.” There it was again. Was this town so small that one night stands with strangers were celebratory events?
“It just happened, Hal.”
Hal diverted his eyes.
“So what’s the story?”
“Nothing. We’ve got nothing. It was already in flames when we got the call and no scents on the scene that shouldn’t be there and even those that should were almost gone.”
“Who called it in?”
Victoria felt herself clinging to Bruno. She had a feeling this was not a random act of vandalism. This was a message.
“Not sure. I think it was Mrs. Jones from the house across the street, but it might have been her husband. You’d have to ask my mate on that one. She just told me Jones called saying they heard an explosion and looked out to see a fire at the garage.”
“Thanks. Let me know if you hear anything. We’re going back to the inn now if you need anything.”
“Will do. Your Aunt must be over the moon happy for you guys. Be sure to tell her I said hello.”
Bruno growled, not in the sexy way she had become so fond of, then grabbed her hand and led her to the truck. He closed the door after she got in and came around to his side.
Going Home?
“So care to tell me what that was all about?” Nothing that happened at the crime scene other than seeing the car being extinguished made a lick of sense.
“When we get home.”
“Home?”
“Yeah, home.” He started the engine. “I told them we were going back to the inn and then realized that might not be the best idea since we have no idea who did it, so I’m taking you home.”
“My home?” He turned to look at her as he started the truck.
They were half a mile down the road before he answered with a curt, “Yes.”
“But my clothes and stuff are at the inn and it’s three in the morning.”
“Exactly my point. It’s three in the morning. Everything can wait until morning.” He pulled down what she thought was a dirt road, and she quickly realized was actually a very long driveway. Sitting in front was a gorgeous log cabin. It looked like something that belonged in a magazine. He put the truck in park.
“Wait, I thought—” she was cut off by the sound of his door closing. Rude much?
She opened her door and popped out before he got around the truck to her.
“I thought we were—”
He cut her off with his lips against hers, all but slamming her body into the truck. Need filled her and all thoughts of questioning him flew out of her mind. His hands reached behind her, grabbing her ass, and she wrapped her legs around him. She could feel his hardness against her belly and it caused her to whimper. She was addicted to this man. Of that she was certain.
