She smiled knowingly and shamelessly eyed him from head to toe. She made a face of approval and replied, “I would not have thought someone like you would order a bride.”
“I have my reasons,” he said simply without breaking eye contact. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know how her childhood was, what she did back home, what she liked, what she hated, and why she had enlisted as a mail order bride. But, for the time being, what he wanted most was to touch her. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to know if her skin felt as soft as it looked. He wanted to feel her body against his. He wanted to have her naked body rubbing against his skin. He wanted both of them to end up a panting, sweating mess.
As soon as they stepped inside the estate, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her upstairs to the master bedroom. He had it remodeled during the time he made a decision and finally the arrangements so it would be ready by the time he needed to occupy it with his new wife.
Before then, he had been using the guest bedroom downstairs. It was his way of maintaining some distance in the place he did not want to call his home anymore. He closed the door behind him and said, “I can give you the grand tour later.” He immediately seized her waist with both hands and spun her around before pushing her back against the wall. She looked and sounded startled but that was all before her eyes were taken over by the sultriest look William had ever seen.
He licked his lips and leaned forward, pressing his wet lips roughly against hers. She immediately gave in to the kiss and after a moment, he felt her hips slowly move forward and push up against his.
He leaned in to it so that their bodies, especially their hips, were pressed tightly against each other. She pulled her head back and looked up slightly just to catch her breath. He took the opportunity at seeing her neck bared and leaned in to lick it and nibble on it lightly, before running the tip of his tongue along her jawline until he reached her lips again to continue the kiss. He ran one hand up her side and kissed back along her jawline until he kissed down her neck and began to suck near her collarbone.
“Oh wow,” she gasped out.
He cupped his other hand to her cheek and moved to kiss her again just as roughly as the first time. He then ran both hand round her back and pulled her forward from the wall in an attempt to keep their bodies pressed tightly against each other as he slowly pulled down her zipper, taking care to graze her skin along the way. He broke the kiss and looked her directly in the eyes as he realized her skin felt even softer than it looked. He could not believe a person’s skin could be so unbelievably soft.
He finally pulled all the way back and tugged at her dress so it fell off her shoulders and then fell down to the ground, leaving her bra and panties exposed. He raked his eyes over her body slowly and felt his cock begin to get even harder. She was not only beautiful.
She was incredibly sexy as well.
He had never been as attracted to any other woman as he was to her. He groaned and leaned in to continue kissing her as he pulled her close to him by the waist. He moved his hands from her waist slowly upward and in until he was fondling her breasts over her bra. She moaned softly into the kiss and he responded by thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his hard bulge against the crotch of her panties. This earned a louder moan from her than before, causing her to break the kiss. They were both very turned on from that one move despite the lack of skin on skin contact.
He reacted to this by pushing the straps of her bra down from her shoulders and kissing along her skin as his hands reached round her back to unclasp her bra. He pulled it off her to exposer the large mounds of her breasts. His eyes lit up as he gulped and immediately dipped his head down to run the tip of his tongue down her collarbone and going on until his hot breath was fanning out on her cleavage and causing her to tremble. He then closed his mouth around one of her hardened nipples as he rubbed the other between two of his fingers, enjoying the way her heavy breathing caused her chest to rise and fall.
She gasped out loud as the sensation of his warm, wet mouth on her nipple ran through every nerve of her body, going right down between her legs. She could feel the crotch of her panties soaked and clinging to her as she was getting close to feeling desperate for him.
He then ran one of his hands down her sides before moving it inward over her lower torso and slipping under the waistband of her panties. She moaned louder than before as he pressed the tip of his finger once against her clit and then went on to run up and down along her slit a number of times, each time with more pressure than the last.
Meanwhile, he kissed back up her chest and neck until he once again kissed her roughly. His finger was completely coated in her liquids and she moaned out loud into his mouth when she felt him insert a finger while his thumb pressed against her clit. He finally broke the kiss and pulled his hand out of her panties, causing her to whimper from the sudden lack of contact.
He took her by the hand and led her to the bed, where she immediately climbed on and laid on her back with her legs open invitingly. He pulled her panties down her legs and dropped them on the floor before hurriedly undressing completely. He stood there for a minute, idly stroking his own cock as he looked over her naked body. She only bit her lower lip as she looked at him seductively, her eyes darting down to his cock every few seconds. This only served to drive him even crazier with lust than before.
He climbed on the bed over top her and leaned in for a quick kiss before looking into her eyes, his hand running gently through her hair. She moaned and rubbed her inner thigh against his hip, her eyes telling him to hurry and penetrate her. When he did not move but only stayed there looking at her, she thrust her hips up and he felt the head of his cock press against her very wet slit.
She suddenly pulled him into a deep, long kiss as she pushed her hips upward again so the head of his cock would rub against her dripping slit over and over. As they continued to kiss, she finally relaxed and stopped pushing her hips upward but her grasp on his shoulders became stronger. She then reached down to grab the base of his shaft in order to position it at her warm opening.
He groaned and reached down as well, cupping his hand over hers as he slid his pulsing cock into her slowly until he was completely inside her. He caught his breath before leaning down to kiss her while he drew his cock back out entirely, making sure to rub the ridge of his head against her clit. She moaned loudly and let her head drop back against the bed as he slid his cock back inside her just as slowly as the first time but shifting his hips to penetrate her much deeper than before. He then began to rock his hips back and forth to create long, slow strokes that went deep into her.
Both of their breathing was labored and their cheeks were red. After a couple minutes, he shifted his hips to penetrate her at a different angle. This caused her to arch her back and tightly clench the silk bed sheets with both of her hands. At this, he picked up the pace of his thrusting before making sure to thrust in deeply until he hit a sensitive spot inside her, setting off a chain of loud moans and cries falling from her mouth.
This turned him on even more so he began thrusting fast and hard, holding on to her hips for support. She began to move her hips upward to match his rhythm and pretty soon they were both completely lost in the sensations of it. Their breathing was loud and heavy with the sounds of moans and groans mixing in the air. He gripped her waist tightly and pounded into her as he felt the cum shoot out of him. She moaned loudly and her body went rigid for a few seconds before relaxing again.
He rolled over to lie down beside her on the bed, both of them panting and sweating just like he had wanted from the moment he laid eyes on her. He did not even realize when his eyes slid shut and he fell into a deep sleep.
It was afternoon when William woke up only to find his new bride was not in bed next to him. He grimaced, thinking this was not what he had in mind. But he then realized he was not quite sure what to expect so he stood up and put on a clean pair of boxers before pulling on a robe.
He walked into the l
arge walk-in closet that was once his mother’s but she was not in there. She was not in the master bathroom either. He wandered out to the hallway and scratched his head, wondering what would be the best place to search for her.
He walked slowly down the hallway toward the upstairs den and that was when he heard some shuffling. He picked up his pace until he was at the archway of the den and he saw Natasha sitting on the couch in a robe of her own, flipping mindlessly through a boring finance magazine.
She looked up and smiled radiantly at him, immediately putting the magazine down and standing up to walk over to him. He instinctively leaned down to give her a soft peck on the lips. As he pulled back and one of his hands landed on her waist, he wondered what this was. It could not be possible that he already had feelings for her given he did not really know her at all. But there was a strong pull between them and something told him it would not be terrible to be married to her.
At least he hoped for that to be the case.
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It was a month later when the Larsen Estate, properties and business were all finally under William’s direct ownership and control. He and Natasha were going through the stages of early dating despite actually being married and they could not keep their hands off each other. He took every opportunity to kiss her, touch her, or have sex with her. They did not grow bored of each other’s company and gave each other the proper amount of space and time to keep to themselves.
Though they had discussed and planned to sleep in separate bedrooms for the time being, she usually ended up sleeping with him in the guest bedroom given they had sex almost every night.
“I don’t want us to move into the master until we’ve reached that step,” he told her over breakfast one day early on in their marriage. He wanted to feel as if they were dating and falling in love. Something about her brought all this out in him and made this far more than just a business transaction. He never would have imagined he would fall in love, especially not in this way of all way possible. It had not taken long for her to get pregnant and, as soon as it was confirmed, Mister Jenkins had started the paperwork.
Though he was feeling better about the changes in his life, he still missed his time as a US Marine Corps Sergeant.
“Why do you look so down?” This was Natasha’s question to him on the night they should have been celebrating the stipulation being cleared. She was genuinely concerned and this softened him enough to be completely open and honest with her.
“This was not the life I chose or wanted,” he admitted. She leaned forward against the dining table giving him her undivided attention. “I dedicated my life to the Marines. I enlisted since the age of eighteen and worked hard to distinguish myself. I even made it to the rank of Gunnery Sergeant and was well on my way to being promoted to the rank of First Sergeant.”
He sighed and took a sip of his scotch. He knew he should be thrilled now. He thought most, if not all, people would if they were in his place. But all this meant to him was that his future was sealed and his past would always remain in the past. He had no future as the First Sergeant. He had no future in the Marines, the only place he ever felt truly at home. It was the place he thrived and shined. He had moved up the ranks at a good pace but with amazing commendations. He was in the elite circle of Marines, his name being known far and wide for his accomplishments and skills. It was a place where his name was known because of what he did, not who his family was. He had given so much of his life to the Marines only to have it all end so abruptly and be shifted into the very existence he had never wanted.
But just as suddenly as all those changes had come, Natasha also came into his life. That was a shock in its own way, particularly because he was already in love with her.
When he first realized it, he had locked himself up in his younger sister’s bedroom and sat there wondering what it was all about and how to handle it. In that moment, he missed Marsha more than ever. She would have been the person to help him through every aspect of this change, from losing the career he had lived for to falling in love so strongly and unexpectedly.
As Natasha ran her fingers in soft caresses over his bare chest later that evening, he confessed he felt badly for complaining about what he had to do. It was not that he did not care about the family’s estate and he did not mourn his family’s death; it was just that everything had happened at once and he was overwhelmed.
She comforted him. She told him the way he felt was completely understandable and his thoughts were normal ones to have. She kissed him tenderly, her soft lips leaving a sweet taste on his own lips. She ran her hand down his torso and slipped it under the waistband of his pants so she could rub her warm palm over his flaccid cock. She rubbed it before wrapping her hand around it and stroking until it grew hard and she was on top of him, suddenly naked.
It was like a haze. She was on top of him, his cock penetrated deep inside her as her body moved slowly up and down. She grabbed his hand and placed it on one of her boobs so he would fondle it and play with her nipples. She began to move up and down faster, reaching down to rub her own clit and reach orgasm as he came inside her. She collapsed on top of him, breathing into his ear and muttering things he could not comprehend. That was her way. She knew how to comfort him. She knew how to distract him. She knew how to please him and herself at the same time.
He ran his hands softly up and down her back, enjoying the way her incredibly soft skin felt under his fingertips. He kissed her ear and then her cheek. He ran his hand through her hair and she pulled her head back to look into his eyes. He said, “I love you,” and she smiled softly before pressing her lips to his and responding with, “I love you too, of course.”
He showered her lips with a succession of quick, little pecks. They talked about how strange this all was but they would not have it any other way.
It was those kisses and those words William thought of as he sat in the upstairs guest bedroom, looking at the photos of his mother he had moved there from her closet. Very seldom he locked himself in this room anymore, to look at these pictures, but there were days he wanted or needed it. Days like today, the day after the finalization of the estate transfer, that he wished he had his mother around to talk about him being in love. To tell her all the fears he had. To express his sadness over the loss of the career he had poured everything into. To tell her he was thankful to have been an elite Marine during his time and thankful he had the means and ability to keep the family legacy intact.
At the end of it all, he could not deny he was happy now and finding Natasha was what had made it possible. His parents too, in their own uncaring way, had brought him to this point by forcing him to have a child.
THE END
Covering for the Bad Boy
Chapter one
No one knows how I feel and when people look at me, they see somebody that is professional and able to keep it together. I know that I should stand back and see things with more perspective. I don’t have any love life to speak of and my time is devoted to Duncan Douglas. He is a strong and confident quarterback in college that is about to break through to the big time. The college hired me to keep him in line, but it was like trying to hold back a tornado. I would say one thing and find that it went into his ear and out the other side. For the most part, I was able to keep him from doing anything that would land in the gray area of the law. He had a tendency to make things worse with his hothead and his self-righteous attitude.
“Erica, you need to keep this boy from ruining everything. You work for this company and I’ve seen you do some amazing things. This is the biggest challenge of your life and so far you have exceeded our expectations. This kid is going to be to football what Wayne Gretzky was to hockey. He’ll always know that he is the greatest, and it’s that attitude that is going to make others see him as a potential disaster. The next game is very important and scouts from every NFL team will be here to lure him into their camp.” Tanner was my boss, but I think we both knew that I was the one who wore the pants
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“You’re not telling me anything that I don’t already know.” I was a little mousy, wearing glasses and looking more intellectual then sexual. I wore pantsuits and skirts that went below my knee. I saw the way that men looked at me. They think that I am that naughty librarian or teacher they wish that they had when they were going to school. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, but there was really only one man that I wanted doing that to me.
“I’m not telling you how to do your job. Far be it for me to treat you with kid gloves. I just want you to know that everything is riding on the fact that we have him on the payroll. The money that the college is giving us to keep him from doing anything bad is nothing compared to what is going to come our way with his NFL contract. We will get ten percent of his salary and believe me that’s a lot of zeros that are going to go on your paycheck and mine.”
We were a dynamic duo. We would always know who would be better equipped to deal with a certain celebrity or athletic star. We had our strengths and our weaknesses and we knew exactly how to play each of them to our advantage.
“I know that we get together every week and go over everything with a fine toothed comb. I’ve been watching his questionable decisions. It’s just a matter of time before he rubs somebody the wrong way. He has anger issues and if he doesn’t get help soon, then somebody is going to get seriously injured.”
Duncan was two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of muscle with bulges in all the right places. There was a battle among women over the one between his legs. He was a rising star and those women knew that if they hitched their wagon to him now, they would be included in all the money that came with the fame.
“I’m just thankful that no woman has gotten their hooks into him. I may not agree with how he treats them, but at least he knows how to keep love and sex separate. He never finds a reason to put a ring on it and I hope for his sake that he never does.” That was being a little sexist in my opinion. Duncan deserved happiness, but only with the right girl and somebody that could see past his anger and issues.
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