The Virgin Duet

by Alexa Riley

  His face turns even more serious at my words. Maybe making a Nico joke wasn't the best idea.

  “I won’t lie, I’ve thought about it.”

  I giggle at his words. “Good luck with that, Vanilla.” Leaning in, I place a kiss on his mouth. He returns it, harder than I expected. And before I know it, I’m beneath him.

  “I’m not fucking around, Rebecca. I’ve become so obsessed with you, I’m not sure what I’d do to keep you. The lines I wouldn’t cross. I’m not sure if you asked me to leave, I’d let you,” he confesses.

  “But moments ago you said you thought I would in the morning.”

  “Thinking and doing are two totally different things. I’m not sure what I would’ve done come morning.”

  Placing a soft kiss on his lips, I mumble, “Okay,” because I don’t really care. He wants me here, I want to be here, so what does it matter to me? When I try to pull him further into me, he pulls away.

  “You’re not taking this seriously. It’s a real fear. My father was so obsessed with my mother he killed her. Aren’t you scared I might do the same?”

  “No,” I answer, simply because I’m not. He would never hurt a hair on my head. The idea is utterly ridiculous.

  “You should be. I’ve fought this unexplainable craving I have for you from the beginning. I saw where it was leading. Haven’t you wondered why I’ve never so much as kissed someone before you? Because I couldn’t let myself be like my father. I couldn’t allow myself to become obsessed with something that way. But you pulled me in and you didn’t even have to try. You were just you, and I was mesmerized by everything that that you did. Just being near you was the first time I’ve ever truly felt alive. I couldn’t let you go, and now here I am, becoming the one thing I fought my whole life not to be.”

  “Do you want to kill me, Bray? Would you, if I tried to leave you?”

  “You’re not leaving me, and I would never hurt you.”

  “Then what does it matter? I know you wouldn’t hurt me, and I never want to leave. I love you, Bray. Can’t you see that? You make me whole. We’re perfect for each other. My chaos to your order. I only ran because I thought you could never love me. But in reality you loved me so much it scared you. Look at us trying to push each other away because we fear the other will reject us. When in fact it’s those things that draw us together.”

  “You mean that?”

  “Every word. Feel free to become totally, absolutely obsessed with me. In fact I encourage it,” I say, smiling and nodding my head. Who doesn’t want the man they love consumed by them?

  “Marry me?”

  “I’d do it right now if there was a priest in the room.”

  He makes a move to get off the bed, but I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him to me. “First, do the thing where you give me so orgasms that I can’t move.”

  I see him think about something for a second and then he looks down at me and smiles. “I’ve just cleared my to-do list for today. The only thing on my agenda is making my Tinkerbell glow.”

  I let out a giggle and he buries his face in my neck, kissing me sweetly. One day I’m going to ask him about his nickname for me.

  BRAY

  Ten years later

  I close the front door and I feel a wicked smile spread across my face. Our son Peter was picked up for his week-long summer camp, and now my fairy and I have the house to ourselves.

  We moved to the suburbs just before having Peter. The penthouse was wonderful, but we decided we wanted as normal a life as possible for our little boy. We bought a house with a backyard big enough for ten kids to play in, but unfortunately Tink and I couldn’t have any more children. Dr. Long told us repeatedly what a miracle Peter is. Tink’s little body could only carry him to thirty weeks before she started bleeding and I nearly lost both of them. After his birth she had to have an emergency hysterectomy, so getting her pregnant again wasn’t possible.

  I think it was harder on me than it was on Tink. I want her to have everything she ever wanted, and if she wanted more kids, I would give them to her. I didn’t care if we had to adopt or use a surrogate, but she said she was happy with life just as it was.

  Every day I look at her and our boy and I’m overwhelmed with how lucky I am. While I still have a small fear in the back of my mind over my level of obsession with her, I remind myself that I would never hurt her. There is a dark place in my head, and sometimes I want to go there, but then I remember how gentle and fragile my fairy is, and all I want to do is love her, and protect her.

  “Oh, Tink,” I sing-song as I deadbolt the door and set the alarm. I went to the store earlier today so we are stocked with provisions for a week-long hideout. I don’t plan on taking one step out of this house, or allowing her to, for the next seven days. I don’t plan on wearing clothes either, so I touch the buttons on my shirt, planning on getting undressed now.

  I hear something to my right and I look over, but see nothing. The intercom system lights up and I hear Tink’s giggle sound through the house. “Paging Mr. Vanilla,” she says in some awful made-up accent.

  I roll my eyes at the name. She doesn’t call me that much anymore, but when she does it’s usually to annoy me and make me chase her. It works.

  I go over to the intercom and hold down the button. “Is there a fairy loose in the house?”

  “Oh yes, I believe she’s being extra naughty and throwing pixie dust everywhere. You should probably find her and spank her.”

  “If she keeps calling me Vanilla, she’ll get that spanking.”

  “Oh no, Vanilla! In that case, Vanilla, I’ll be sure to tell her not to say ‘Vanilla’. I’m sure she didn’t mean to, Vanilla. That’s so rude, right?”

  “Tink,” I say on a growl.

  “Good luck finding me,” she giggles and clicks off the intercom.

  She thinks she’s clever, but I know exactly where she is. I unbutton my shirt as I walk up the stairs, dropping it as I go. When I get to the top, I remove my pants and shoes, so I’m just in my underwear.

  I walk to our bedroom and I whistle a little tune as I go directly to our master closet. I can hear her giggles before I open the door and I can’t help but laugh too. She’s caught but she’s too bubbly to care.

  “Come out with your hands up and your pants down if you want to live,” I say.

  A second later she pulls open the door and tries to run past me, completely naked. She squeals with delight as I catch her and throw her over my shoulder and head towards the bed. She lets out a shout when I throw her down and climb over her.

  “How’d you know where I was?” she asks and starts kissing me all over my face and neck.

  “Because you know how I like my side of the closet to be neat, and you’re determined to make me crazy by messing it up every chance you get.”

  She giggles as she runs her hand down my body and pushes her fingers into my underwear, then around my hard cock. She leans up and whispers in my ear, “Every chance I get, Vanilla,” and licks my neck.

  I growl again and lean back, taking her hand off my aching cock, and flip her over on her stomach.

  “You’re just begging for a spanking, aren’t you, Tink?” She wiggles her round, fleshy ass at me and I give it one good spank. She lets out a squeak, but otherwise doesn’t protest.

  “Spread your legs, I want to get at that pussy of mine while you take your spanking.”

  She moans into the bed and pushes her ass up in the air while spreading her legs, and giving me access. I reach down and pet her pussy, feeling how soaked she is. “Looks like you’re needy, Tink. Anything in particular you want?”

  “Do that thing you do where I cum a lot,” she says into the mattress, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I couldn’t love her more if I tried.

  “Anything for you, my little fairy,” I say, and with that, I pull my hand back and smack her pussy hard one time with the flat of my fingers. She shouts, and her body tenses up, but her ass rocks back, beggin
g for more.

  It’s going to be a long week, and I just hope my dick survives it.

  TAKING THE FALL

  Excerpt

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

  I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

  I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.

  “Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

  “Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.

  “But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.

  “Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.

  Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.

  Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.

  In three long strides he’s in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his shirt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the passion and fervor I’ve felt all these years, but I don’t exactly have any experience to guide me. I’m twenty and I’ve never been kissed. But this doesn’t feel like any kiss I’ve ever imagined. It feels like he’s devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravishing my soul.

  Going to an all-girls’ school kept me sheltered. I even took all my college classes online after I graduated. The only dick that was ever near me was hired by my father. His men were either deadly scared of him or had too much respect for him to touch me—probably a little of both.

  I follow Carter’s lead and return his kiss. I’ve wanted this for years. Before he was taken away, I used to try to get his attention and shamelessly flirt with him. I think I was terrible at it because never once did he touch me. I never cared that he was ten years older than I was. I wanted him. I even had this silly idea that if I waited for him, he could be mine. That’s why I wrote him those stupid letters that he clearly didn’t give a shit about. Feeling my anger rush back at the reminder, I go to push at his chest, but we’re ripped apart suddenly. A guard has me in his arms and my feet are still off the floor. It takes three other guards to wrestle Carter down onto one of the tables.

  His hands grip the side of the table, his white knuckles betraying his iron grip. “Fuck, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” he says, his voice rough with a touch of fury and possession. “Until you.” His glare moves to the guard holding me. “Now get your fucking hands off her.”

  I’m stunned by his words. He’s pinned to a table by three guards and he’s giving orders? I guess some things never change.

  “Get. Them. The. Fuck. Off,” Carter barks again as he starts to rise from his position, even as the guards try to push him down.

  “This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding me says as he places me back down on the floor.

  “I just came for answers,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch on to my lie. I want answers, but I want him more.

  “I got no answers for you here. I don’t want to see your little ass in this place again, Cherry.” ‘Cherry’, the name used to make me smile. Now it’s starting to piss me off.

  “Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” I shoot back, feeling my anger boil over. Hell, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want him to know I care, but how can he not after receiving all those stupid letters? Letters that had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary. I sent him my every thought. But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him. Maybe he doesn’t know what they contained. Maybe he threw them out before reading them. I’m grasping at straws. He may not know it, but he is all I have left.

  After my mother disappeared, my father turned as cold as she had been. I had always been a silly child who just got in my mother’s way. She was too busy going to events and maintaining an image to devote any time or attention to me. I can still remember her offhand comments about my weight and frenzied red hair. I just always seemed to be in her way—a disappointing nuisance. Now my father can barely look at me. Does my father love me? Yes, I believe so. Family is everything to him.

  But does he show it? Can I feel it? Not anymore. Now I’m put away on a shelf, having to sneak away to come here.

  “I haven’t felt a woman’s body in years, can’t blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise,” he says cockily as the guards slowly let him up. He drops down into a metal chair. He seems completely unfazed by what has just happened. I guess that was all it was to him—a man needing a fix. He didn’t possess my mouth, my soul for those few moments because he needed to touch me. No one touches me.

  “I see I don’t have anyone now. Looks like I can go,” I say flatly, all emotion leaching from my voice. Hell, if no one else wants to show me any tenderness, why should I give any?

  “Good. Get gone,” he snarls through clenched teeth, but I see his eyes soften for an instant before being replaced by his usual stoniness. Or maybe I’m trying to convince myself and it was never there.

  Pulling the picture I have from my pocket, I let it drop to the floor and I take one last look at the man I’ve been thinking about every night for the past four years. I don’t want the reminder of him anymore if he doesn’t want me.

  I’m done living in a world that seems to feel nothing while I feel everything.

  I have the quarter million I took from Daddy’s safe before I gave the guards the slip. I’m starting my life over, a life with no more holes in it, a life where I can find people who want to feel with me.

  I turn to make my way to leave. Behind me I hear Carter rise from his chair, the metal scratching across the concrete floor. Opening the door to leave, I toss my final words over my shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Carter. No one will be seeing me around anymore.” The door slams behind me and I hear all hell break loose on the other side.

  I square my shoulders and keep on walking. I only have one feeling in my heart now.

  Freedom.

  Out Now

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter
Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Taking the Fall