The Naughty One

by Michelle Love

  She kicked one shoe off at a time then unbuttoned the buttons on the front of the dress, slowly. He leaned back, resting on his palms as he watched her.

  Slow and easy, she peeled the dress away until it was a puddle of blue material, resting at her feet. Her newly pedicured feet with the toenails painted a sensible pink color, as were her nails. He’d dolled her up and she kind of hated how much she enjoyed it all.

  The deep blue bra came off next and she found him sucking in his lower lip. Lastly, she wiggled out of the matching panties and stood, waiting for him.

  With a wiggle of his finger, she took the steps to cross the room and get to him. His hands gripped her hips and he kissed her stomach first then trailed down to kiss her lower.

  She tensed at first when his lips pressed against her clit. His hands moved around to grip her ass and he held her still while he gave her some much-wanted attention to an area that had seen so little.

  Aulora looked down, watching him as he took her with his mouth. His brownish blonde locks moved as his head did and she was falling apart in mere moments.

  On the ride home, they’d had the birth control talk and he was happy to find out she was on the pill and she was happy to find out he’d recently had testing done and he was disease free. They’d be free to explore one another without the need for a condom to separate them. Nothing would be between them. Their flesh would touch, caress, and bond.

  With her wet and ready, Weston got up and pulled her to his bed. Tossing the blankets back, he lay her down then proceeded to undress as she watched him. She kept licking her red lips as he took off his clothes. Her mouth watered as she watched more and more of him become exposed.

  His desire for her was apparent as his large male appendage gave her a standing ovation. Her thighs quivered as he pushed her legs apart and moved onto the bed between them.

  His palm flattened on her sex and his words came out with severely pronounced words, “This is mine and only mine.”

  She swallowed hard as her heart rose into her throat. Was she really going to go through with this? Was she really going to give this man so much of herself?

  His eyes went soft, losing the hard edge they’d held. He nodded as he softly stroked her warm folds, reminding her of how well he could treat her.

  “That is yours and only yours,” she told him.

  He held his cock and used it to stroke her folds. “And in return, you get this. And only you get this.”

  She looked at his massive organ and thought how lucky she was to be getting that. It seemed like a great bargain. “Mine,” she whispered.

  “Now, would you like for me to show you what I can do for you?” he asked her.

  She nodded. “Please.” Her body was tense. He was huge and she knew there would be some pain but she also knew there would be intense pleasure with something that long, wide, and thick inside of her.

  “Put your hands behind your head.”

  She did as he said and watched as he readied himself to move into her. The tip of his cock was wide. He pushed her legs up, so her knees were bent and he spread her wide for him.

  Holding himself up over her, he eased himself into her with small increments. She held her breath as her body stretched to accommodate him. They looked at each other as they connected and when a single tear ran out of her eye, he kissed it away then made the last of the journey into her body.

  “You okay?” he whispered in her ear as he lay perfectly still on top of her.

  “I think so. You’re big, West.”

  “Does it hurt?” he asked her then looked at her. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

  She smiled and ran her hand over his cheek.

  “Tell me that you feel that too. That feeling of being whole.”

  He nodded and kissed her with a gentle kiss. One easy stroke up then another back down and he felt her body easing into his. She was growing accustomed to his size and he moved more freely, making her moan with pleasure. The sounds she made were music to his ears.

  Their hearts pounded as they made love. Soft touches and gentle strokes grew into love scratches and hard, pounding thrusts that left her breathless with each one.

  The slapping of flesh and the growls of lust filled their ears until the sound of both of them finding their sweet release, together, echoed off the walls of his bedroom.

  Weston had made her his. She was going nowhere. Running away from him was no longer an option.

  As he settled between her thighs to let their bodies slow the pulsing they were doing, he looked at her with love and understanding.

  “I love you, Aulora Greene.”

  “I love you, Weston Calloway.”

  “You can never run again.”

  She giggled and blushed.

  “I might not even be able to walk after that!”

  He laughed and kissed her. “Good. I’ll keep you hobbled like this for a while. You won’t be able to get mad at me and take off.”

  “Try not to make me mad, West. At least for a little while. Be on your best behavior.” She pulled him back down and kissed him.

  “And you too, okay?”

  She nodded in agreement. She could do that. She had tons to do anyway. School, work, paint.

  Running wasn’t a thing she was thinking about doing at all. His body pinned hers to the soft mattress and his weight felt amazing to her. There was no need to over analyze anything.

  He rolled to one side of her, leaving her feeling empty but he quickly pulled her in for a snuggle. A kiss on top of her head, made her feel loved and safe and she fell asleep without any problem at all.

  When the morning sun rose, waking them up, she was happy to find his arms still around her. She was still, so she wouldn’t wake him but it seemed he was already awake.

  “There she is, my little peach,” he cooed at her. “And how did we sleep?”

  “Like a baby,” she said as she moved around to face him. “And you?”

  “Holding an angel in my arms proved to be magical. I slept solidly through the entire night. A thing I haven’t done since I was just out of high school. Now you’re really stuck with me, Aulora. You’re my sleep-aid.”

  She giggled and kissed his cheek. “I’m usually a night owl. It seems your lovemaking is better than a warm cup of milk.”

  “Speaking of warm milk. We should get over to your place and let Bruce out and get him something to eat. We only stopped by there once yesterday to see to him. Then we can have some brunch.”

  “You are amazing. Did anyone ever tell you that, West?” she kissed his cheek again. The slight roughness of his unshaven face felt good on her lips. She could see waking up with him many more mornings.

  “Amazing? Maybe not that exact word, no.” He gave her a squeeze. “Shower first then we’ll take off.”

  “Would you like to hang out at my place until I have to go to work tonight?” she asked him as he was getting up then he stopped and turned around to take her in his arms again.

  “That job isn’t a thing you need to do any longer, peach. You’re making it as an artist now.”

  “Um, no,” she said as she looked at him. “I mean, I made enough to cover my bills and then some from what you bought but I need a steady income.”

  The way he looked at her let her know he was going to make an argument for quitting her job. His jaw set, then he said, “Aulora, you’ll have school and painting that will take up most of your time. If you keep that job, then we won’t have many evenings together. And I want to spend every evening I can with you.”

  “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. I have to keep the job until I find out if my paintings will make enough money to pay my bills. If that happens, then I’ll quit. But I wouldn’t just up and quit, anyway. I’d give my two weeks’ notice first.”

  “How many other people that you’ve worked with there have given their two weeks’ notice, Aulora? My guess is none. And if your employment was terminated then they’d not give you two weeks, either. T
he fact is you have two walls to fill with artwork and you’ll need time to do that. I got you that so you could get going on the journey you wanted to go on. The damn bar isn’t a stone on that path.”

  She blinked as she looked at him and it all started to sink in. She and he were a couple. And couples did things like change jobs to get to be around each other more. They did things to help the other person get on the career path they wanted. She knew all of this but it still made her feel uneasy.

  “I don’t want you to buy any more of my art, West. I will give it a month. If my art sells to people, other than yourself, and it makes enough money to meet my bills then I will quit the bar. Not before then, though.”

  “You won’t have bills if you move in with me,” he said. “You and Bruce can come live with me.”

  “Too fast, Weston! Way too fast!”

  “Why do you say that? Don’t you want to be with me?”

  “I do. But let’s take it slow.”

  “No,” came his spoiled, entitled, rich man’s answer. “Move in with me!”

  “No!” she yelled in his face. “I need at least a month to see how things go before I make more commitments to you than I already have.”

  He turned and got out of bed, his chiseled ass making her mouth water as he walked away in all his glorious nakedness. “Fine!” he shouted as he left her alone in his bed. “One month, Aulora. Not one day longer than that!”

  “Bossy, much?” she mumbled as she snuggled back into the comfy bed.

  She was well aware that most women would’ve never argued over what she’d just argued about. They would’ve done as the hot, sexy man told them to. But Aulora Greene was not most women. No, Aulora Greene was a special kind of stubborn.

  As Weston brushed his teeth and looked at the love bites Aulora had left all over him, his anger with her turned into something else. She was strong, independent, and had a will he likened to that of an Ox.

  Who was he to try to change that?

  His demeanor changed, he went back into the room and scooped her up in his arms. “I’m sorry for trying to run your life, my little peach.”

  She ran her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. Now, how about a sexy shower?”

  He carried her off to his shower to lather her up in more ways than one. She would prove to be harder to handle than the other women he’d had in his life but he thought she might just teach him a thing or two, where the others hadn’t.

  And there were some things he did need to learn.

  Total Loss Part Five

  Chapter 1

  Vibrant reds filled her pallet, combined with a few yellows and one orange. Aulora was heady with enthusiasm as she mixed the colors to bring her great mood into them. Weston and she had seen each other every day, at one time or another, for the last week. Things were going better than she had ever dreamt they would.

  He knew just the right amount of time she needed for herself and gave it to her without any argument, what so ever. A thing she was happily surprised about. Monday meant she had been to classes and had the night off. He promised to give her until ten o’clock to paint then he’d come over and spend the night with her.

  And their nights, and sometimes afternoons, had been amazing. Each day found them growing closer. Sweet words were exchanged often throughout the days. Even when she worked at the bar, they managed to let each other know they were thinking about them and bid one another a good night.

  Britt had made fun of how Aullie was saying some words the same way that Weston did. She claimed his British accent was rubbing off on her. A thing that Aullie denied vehemently.

  Aulora had gotten through with school at two in the afternoon and had been painting the day away and before she realized it, a knock came to her door. She looked at the old clock that ticked away on the wall above her bed. The day had turned into night without her realizing it.

  Her hair was a mess. Tied back with, of all things, a shoestring. Paint was absolutely everywhere and her old, ratty T-shirt was on backward. She was the epitome of an absent-minded artist. With a shrug, she sat her brush down and went to open the door.

  She was met with a curious smile. “My, my. Would you look at you?” Weston said then gave a wolf whistle. “Sexyyyy!” He grabbed the bottom of his pristine, white shirt and pulled it over his head. “Let me lose this before I give you a hug.”

  “Afraid of a little paint?” she teased him as she turned to walk inside. He followed her, taking his shirt off and deciding to take the dark slacks off too.

  Kicking off his shoes, he was down to his skivvies when she turned around and saw him. Her jaw hung as he pulled her into his arms. “I’ve missed you, peach.”

  She sighed and wrapped her arms around him when their lips met. Sweet, endearing, and a bit on the wet side, he left her mouth all too soon. “I missed you too.”

  Swaying her back and forth with him, he looked around the small room to find no evidence of any dinner, lying around. “You haven’t eaten.”

  “I ate breakfast and lunch,” she said as she caught his frown.

  “I’ll order in. Anything you want,” he said as he let her go to get his cell out of the pocket of his slacks which were lying in a heap on the floor and he saw that was a bad idea as her cat, Bruce, was making a B-line for them, undoubtedly to lend some of his ever-escaping fur to them.

  Weston gathered his clothes off the floor and found a better place to put them, in the small closet, hanging them up, properly. While Aulora went to tidy up her paints. “I’d love some Chinese. You pick, I’ll eat anything.”

  “I’ve already eaten. I had a meeting with my…” he paused and seemed to be at a loss for words.

  “With who?” Aullie asked as she too paused what she was doing to see what had stopped him.

  “Cousin,” he said then walked out of the closet, closing the door. “Hayley. I had some information to give her about her husband.”

  “What did you find out?” she asked, curiously.

  “Oh, I can’t talk about it. Believe me, it is best if you don’t know a thing about any of that. Not a thing,” he said as he sat on the small sofa and made the call to order her something to eat.

  She pulled off her backward T-shirt that she saw was also inside out. “My head was on this painting before I even walked through the door today.” She hadn’t put on any jeans or shorts when she got home. She pulled off her clothes, leaving her bra and panties on and pulled on the T-shirt and got straight to work.

  “And what inspired you for this one, might I ask?” He ran his arm around her as she took the place next to him.

  “You. The way you are. The way you make me feel.” She kissed his cheek then hopped back up. “I’m going to wash my face and hands then I’ll be right back.”

  “Yeah, but leave that sexy shoestring in your hair. I can use that later to tie your wrists together,” he joked and she stuck her tongue out at him before she left the room.

  When she looked in the mirror, she saw the shambles she was in. Paint was in various places all over her face and even on her neck. Her hair was looking kind of ratty as she’d merely pulled it back and tied the shoestring around the major portion of it, leaving loose strands all around in an unruly fashion.

  Quickly, she washed up and brushed her hair out. Leaving the shoestring out of it. When she emerged, freshly washed, she found him smiling at her.

  “I liked the war paint, Aulora.”

  “I did look a bit like a savage, didn’t I?” She sat down next to him again and he pulled her to sit on his lap.

  The gaze they shared spoke more than words could. When he could stand it no more, he kissed her. The kiss was meant to be sweet but their chemistry was too much and soon she was straddling him as their breathing grew hard.

  Until a knock at the door interrupted them. “The food,” he said as he wrenched his mouth from hers.

  “I’m not even hungry,” she said, as she tried to catch her breath.

  Wit
h a quick peck, he moved her off his lap and grabbed a throw off the back of the sofa, covering her up. He grabbed another and wrapped it around his waist then went to answer the door.

  She watched his every move, mesmerized by his perfect physique. Her finger traced her lips that were still pulsing from their kiss. When he returned with the food, she attempted to push it away.

  “No, peach. You must eat,” he told her as he pulled the things out of the bag.

  “How about I eat afterward?”

  With a shake of his head, he put that idea to rest. “Eat first. I plan on tiring you out tonight.”

  She sat up, eager to hurry and eat and see what he had planned to tire her out. “Really?”

  He nodded and smiled a naughty smile. She bit into the eggroll first as he opened the container of egg drop soup then plunged a plastic spoon into it.

  “Really.”

  Her interest was piqued and she felt the food would give her the energy she’d need for his big plan. One spoonful of soup after another soon had the container empty and she finished off the eggroll then wiped her mouth with the paper napkin.

  “I’m all done.”

  He picked up the mess and went to toss it in the trash, which he found was full. “Okay, this is full. Where are your trash bags?”

  “Oh, those.” She shrugged. “I’m out. Just put it all back in the bag it came in and leave it on the table. I’ll try to remember to get some tomorrow. But I have a full day and night, so it might be later in the week before I get to that.”

  “And by that time, you could be infested with vermin. How I wish you’d come live with me. You’d have no worries. Anyway,” he said as he placed the bag on the table and went to her. “This weekend I want you to come and spend it with me. Bring Bruce. I want to show you what I made for you.”

  Her eyes narrowed as she said, “What did you make for me?”

  “Something that will help you become the artist you aspire to be. And not a starving one, either.” He kissed the tip of her nose then took her hand and led her to her loft bed. Boosting her up on it, he jumped up behind her. “It’s kind of like a treehouse up here.”