Mr. Charming_A Mistaken Identity Bad Boy Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  I sucked him faster, matching the rhythm of Jake’s banging, and screamed when Jake hit my cervix.

  “Jake!”

  He didn’t stop, hitting my cervix again and again, which brought the greatest pleasure combined with dull pain, and it was almost unbearable.

  “Keep sucking my cock,” Logan ordered and pulled me by hair, bringing me back to his dick. I swallowed it whole, trying my best to focus on him, but it was so hard when the pleasure that spread through every part of me was stronger than anything.

  “I’m coming,” I cried out, and Jake slammed inside even harder, making me climax. “Ah!”

  My insides contracted around Jake, the pit of my stomach burning from the force of my orgasm, and my legs threatened to give out on me.

  Logan picked me up and led me to the couch, lying down with me on his lap. Jake handed me a condom to put on Logan. I rubbed against him, more than ready for them both. Jake was right behind me, positioning himself so he could enter my ass, and just as Logan shoved his dick into me, Jake probed my ass, thrusting inside at once.

  “Ah! Guys!”

  I felt like they were going to rip me in two, but it was the feeling I’d grown to love and anticipate more than anything. I’d never felt closer to them than like this—when they were both owning me and creating the most delightful sensations I could ask for. We moved as one, our bodies yearning to get closer and to give the pleasure that connected us, and there was nowhere I would rather be than in their arms.

  “I love you, Madeline,” Logan muttered and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back lovingly.

  “I love you,” Jake said behind me and bit into my shoulder, sucking my skin in a way that would produce a hickey.

  “I love you too, guys. I always will. You’re mine.”

  “We’re yours, and you’re ours,” Logan said and rammed harder into me, bringing me closer to a new climax.

  “So tight. I’m cumming, babe.” Jake’s grunts filled my ears when he exploded, his cock twitching against my slick walls once, twice, thrice…

  Logan was still until Jake finished and pulled out of me, and then slammed into my ass, making me ride him. “Oh Madeline. I love both your holes. You’re so hot and wet.”

  His thrusts quickened, just like his fingers on my clit that were now pushing me to my orgasm, and I screamed his name, trembling forcefully. Two thrusts later, he followed me, slamming his lips against mine at the moment he began spurting his load. His arms snaked around me, keeping me close until he finished ejaculating.

  I looked at Jake, who was now sitting on his chair, and noticed his full hard-on. A smirk playing on my lips, I stood up and crossed the room, swaying my hips intentionally.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my pussy already anticipating their next move.

  Jake smirked at me. “Good, because we don’t intend to stop here.”

  And they didn’t. They made love to me throughout the rest of the night, showing me just how much I meant to them and that it was going to last.

  And that was all I needed.

  Baby Makes Three

  A Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Hi Kittens!

  What would happen if you started dating your brother’s best friend? Joanna is about to find out. Things get especially hot when she finds out her crazy ex is in town… and she’s pregnant.

  This one is all about the drama!

  xxx

  Nicole

  CHAPTER 1

  Joanna

  Sometimes love hurts, or at least that’s what I told myself. Lies. I told myself lies. They were the only thing to get me through the day back then. When things were bad. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

  But it could.

  And it would.

  The hour was late, the rain was heavy, my cell phone battery was dead, and my tears were even more difficult to see through than the rain. A part of me felt that I should have waited until morning to make my move, or at least waited until the storm was over. But the survivalist in me knew that the storm inside of that apartment would never end unless I physically removed myself from it.

  Sometimes it felt impossible to recall the earlier days. Zander had been such a sweetheart in the beginning. But I supposed a lot of them were like that, all smiles and charm in the beginning, and then a living nightmare once they believed their target was in too deep to get back out.

  In my case, I guess I had officially gotten in too deep when I decided to move in with Zander. I hadn’t even known him that long at the time. But, I had honestly thought I was in love. I had thought we were in love. So young and naïve, I’d been fully under the impression that I had never cared about anyone so much, and that I would never have those kinds of feelings for another man as long as I lived.

  I had believed that Zander and I were soulmates.

  I was wrong.

  The first few months of dating had been like something straight from a fairytale. I had been so smitten and amazed to think that I had somehow miraculously stumbled upon my very own real-life Prince Charming. He was handsome, romantic, and always seemed to know exactly what to say and do to sweep me right off my weary feet.

  Thus, moving in with him had seemed like a no-brainer.

  Unfortunately, shortly after, all the trouble began.

  It was subtle at first, like the small romantic gestures slowly starting to come to a stop. I wasn’t getting surprised with flowers quite as often as before. Zander didn’t cuddle and kiss me as much. The cute pet-names ceased. He didn’t plan as many fun date-nights and activities. I had chalked it up to the honeymoon phase of our relationship coming to an end, but never once did I consider that Zander didn’t still love me the same any longer.

  But then the arguments started, growing in ferocity each time they occurred. I started to notice how Zander would constantly criticize me and every little thing I did, from complaining about the way I did the dishes, to throwing fits if I left a wet towel on the floor after getting out of the shower, and not approving of the way I made the bed because I tucked the sheets too tight. Then he started telling me that I needed to change the way I looked and dressed…

  Nitpicking, which eventually evolved into full-blown power struggles.

  Control.

  But I kept dealing with it because I thought I loved him and that we would eventually wind up married, raising a family, and living happily ever after. I kept telling myself that rough patches happened. They were normal. All couples had them, and the persistent couples with strong love for one another moved through them.

  And then, one day, he hit me.

  The first time he hit me was a day I would never forget. He had been working late, but had come home even later due to going out for a night of binge-drinking, a habit I hadn’t been aware he possessed until after moving in with him and finding empty bottles stashed around the apartment.

  That particular day, when he had finally made it home, there had been a strange feeling in the air. It was exceptionally muggy, and hard to breathe. When he stepped into our apartment, his mood had seemed to suck out what little air we had.

  He had gone straight out to the balcony, overlooking the distant streets and palm trees. He stood there, perfectly still, for a long time. I’d crept up behind him, sensing that he needed to be comforted.

  “Rough day? Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, only to have him huff and sneer in return. “How about we go out for dinner?” I suggested, hoping it would take his mind off whatever was bothering him.

  “You should have cooked for me already,” he had responded, like I was his personal chef or something. “Is it asking too much for you to have a home-cooked meal waiting for me every once in a while?”

  I automatically blamed his attitude on the bad day he’d obviously had. So I had simply cleared my throat and calmly explained that I also worked and therefore didn’t have time to have dinner waiting for him. After all,
I had only gotten off work a little while before he had.

  “I don’t want any of your excuses,” he had spat in response. “Just get in the damned kitchen and cook me something.”

  It had been hard to make excuses for him after that. I had been so stunned that I had laughed in disbelief. Not finding my laughter amusing, without warning Zander had painfully gripped me by the arm and literally dragged me into the kitchen, where he then proceeded to open the refrigerator and work himself into a rage about not having enough food stocked. He pulled out frozen meat from the freezer and threw it at me, just barely missing my face with a pound of ground beef.

  His hand, however, didn’t miss my face.

  “Stop it! What’s wrong with you?” I had screamed. Two seconds later, I was staggering across the floor from the backhanded slap he landed across my face. Every time that memory resurfaced, I could still feel the terrible stinging across my left cheek.

  When the whole ugly ordeal was over, Zander had apologized profusely. He had even shed a few tears, insisting he hadn’t meant any of it. He’d sworn that it had all been stress, and that he just hadn’t been in his right frame of mind. Afterwards, he had hugged me so gently, I couldn’t believe he was the same man. He kissed my cheek repeatedly, made love to me, and ordered me the biggest bouquet of flowers, reverting right back into the guy I had originally fallen in love with. Not before long, I had almost convinced myself that I had only hallucinated him hitting me.

  But in due time, that other side of Zander resurfaced. Yet I had been too weak to not fall for his apologies. Furthermore, every time he promised not to lay a hand on me again, I believed him, until the next time.

  My patience eventually grew thin, as did my ability to forgive. Consequently, Zander had come to underestimate me. I wasn’t nearly as weak as he once knew I was. I had come to realize that I deserved better than the life he was forcing me to live. I had too much respect for myself to keep letting him put his hands on me whenever we disagreed about something. I refused to be the victim.

  Although my eye and jaw still throbbed from Zander’s fists, my heart had stopped aching over him long ago. I wished it hadn’t taken me so long to reach this point, but it was better late than never.

  Our last argument, it had been so stupid. This was partially because he’d been drunk, but that was nothing new. Once again, he had come home late, filthy drunk as usual; how he never managed to crash his car and kill himself had become an endless source of frustration for me.

  This time, he threw a fit because I hadn’t set the DVR to record one of his favorite television programs that I didn’t even know he watched.

  He landed one good blow on me, hard enough to make stars dance in my eyes. But I fought through it, staying conscious and managing to dodge the second strike. Staggering through the apartment, I grabbed my car keys and my cell phone before bolting from the apartment, not caring about the roaring thunder and bright lightning flashing through the sky. I just wanted to get out.

  Unfortunately, I hadn’t had time to charge my phone battery before leaving, which resulted in me having to make a stop at the nearest gas station in the pouring rain, hoping the old and outdated payphone located there still worked.

  “Good evening, ma’am,” the store clerk said. I hurried inside, keeping my head low despite knowing how odd I looked wearing sunglasses during a thunderstorm. Even though it made me look suspicious, I was grateful for the fact that I always kept a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment of my car.

  “Is everything all right?” the store clerk asked, although he could clearly see that I was far from it. Glancing briefly up at him, I saw that he was a kind looking older man with white hair and concerned eyes.

  I fumbled inside of my pocket and pulled out a wrinkled dollar. “Can I please have four quarters?” I asked, my teeth chattering thanks to the rain clinging to my skin, chilling me to the bone.

  “Yes, certainly,” he said, retrieving the change from the cash register.

  I could sense that he wanted to say something else to me, but I hurried back out the door, not giving him the opportunity. When I reached the payphone, I dialed the first number that came to mind.

  “Hello?” came my brother’s voice. Already I could hear concern in his voice, as if he somehow intuitively knew it was me. My big brother had always been protective of me, and I sometimes suspected he possessed a sixth sense that let him know whenever I was in trouble.

  “Tobias,” I choked out.

  “Jo? What’s wrong?”

  “Zander…”

  “What did he do? I’ll kill him.”

  I sniffed loudly and took a deep breath. “Don’t be ridiculous. What good will you be to me if you’re in jail? I just want to leave him… I can’t deal with this anymore.”

  “Did he hit you?”

  The long pause was more than enough confirmation for what had happened. Tobias began to swear and call Zander every offensive name in the book. “How many times has this happened, Joanna? How long have you been dealing with this and not telling anyone?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m dealing with it now by to leave. Look, I know this is asking a lot, but I just need a place to stay until I get back on my feet again.”

  “Then come over,” Tobias said. “Pack your bags and get the hell away from him immediately. I’ll lend you however much money you need, you know that.”

  Yes, I knew that all too well. Tobias was well-off, too well-off for his own good. He was wealthy, and his solution to all problems was to throw money at them; it was a strategy that had worked well for him for years though, so I couldn’t exactly fault him for it. But, it wasn’t my preferred way of dealing with problems. If being with Zander had taught me one thing, it was that I didn’t want to ever depend on a man for anything, even if it was my adoring older brother. I wanted to have my own money and make my own way.

  “I don’t want your money, Tobias,” I said. “I just want you to give me a spot to rest my head until I can find another job and get my own place.”

  Tobias sighed. “Joanna, you’re my sister. It’s my job to look out for you.”

  “To look out for me—yes. To take care of me—no.”

  “Let me just lend you the money and you can pay it back when you can, then.”

  “Tobias, please, I don’t want your charity.”

  “Why are you always so difficult?” he said, exasperated. “All right. Fine. How about this, work for me.”

  I paused. “What?”

  “Work for me. You can work for my firm. You’re looking for a new job, right? So I’m offering you one. With your background in financial planning, we really could use someone like you, sis. And I’m not just saying that. We’ve actually been looking to hire someone for a while now.”

  I chewed my bottom lip, considering his offer.

  “I know you can’t think of a valid reason to turn me down,” Tobias said, “so just say yes. What do you have to lose?”

  “Nothing,” I said quietly. “I have nothing to lose.”

  “Then welcome to the team. Pack your bags tonight and make your way over here. And if you really want to do me proud, you’ll burn down Zander’s place in the process.”

  I chuckled through my tears. “Thank you, Tobias.”

  “No problem..”

  I hung up the phone, feeling some of the tightness in my chest starting to loosen. As I made it back to my car, I reflected on Tobias’ offer. It was a good solution, and I had a feeling it would work…

  Feeling determined, I headed back to Zander’s apartment. Carefully creeping back inside, I was grateful to find him passed out from his drunken stupor.

  As quickly and quietly as I could, I packed everything I owned, ready to leave him behind forever.

  CHAPTER 2

  Anderson

  It was a slow day at the office, but I didn’t exactly mind. Sitting at my desk, I leaned back in my chair and stared out the window, taking in the highway and the const
ant flow of traffic.

  “What’s going on? Working hard or hardly working?”

  I looked up to find Tobias, my best friend as well as my business partner at our firm, strolling into my office. Sometimes it was hard to imagine that fortune had been so good to us. We had grown up together, studied together, and now worked together, each of us having more success with our careers that we could have ever anticipated.

  “Let’s make a deal,” Tobias had said to me when we were young. “We’re never going to leave each other behind, got it?”

  I had readily agreed. “Right. Whoever succeeds first helps the other.”

  “That’s right! We make our money together. Partners for life.”

  We’d clasped hands afterwards and vowed to each other that we would honor that promise for the rest of our lives.

  It had been easy to keep that promise. Throughout our time knowing each other, we had become more than best friends and partners in crime—we were brothers. We knew each other’s families, secrets, strengths, and weaknesses.

  “Well, you got to work hard at some point to get to the point where you can hardly work, right?” I said as Tobias flopped into the chair opposite of me.

  “Guess you’ve got a point there,” he said, temporarily closing his eyes.

  “Looks like your day has been busier than mine,” I said.

  “Damn straight it has.” Tobias reopened his eyes and sighed. He then grew quiet for a moment, a deep line forming across his brow, letting me know that something was wrong.

  “What is it, man?” I asked, watching him carefully.

  Tobias grimaced. “You remember that asshole, Zander?”

  “No,” I said, drawing a blank. The name sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t place my finger on why.

  “You know, the guy my sister is dating. I know I’ve told you about him before.”