by Ruby Scott
“Wait, wait!” Kate cried, standing up and moving to stop him. “Let me get the door.” She held out her hand for his money clip.
Jason stopped, surprise-ridden clearly on her flawless features. “Really?” he said, his voice soft with shock. “That’s kind of a…wife thing, isn’t it? Answering the door in robe and slippers to pay my carriage driver?” He smiled, and Kate realized he was teasing her. She giggled and shoved his chest.
“Get me a robe, then!” She grinned impishly as he scurried away.
He brought her a deep blue robe that had to be his---it dragged at the floor when she cinched it at her waist. The knock at the door came again, and she gave Jason a chaste kiss before she started to walk down the hall, running a brush through her hair hurriedly.
“Just a moment!” she called. Kate stopped to look at herself in the mirror and was startled at her reflection--- her dark hair was curled almost elegantly around her face in loose waves, framing her heart-shaped face and outlining the smooth flesh of her neck and chest. Her large breasts were visible even through the robe, and her lips were pink and flushed from being kissed. She looked sinful; there was no other word for it. She smiled to herself as she turned toward the door, hoping to get a good reaction from whoever was expecting Jason to pull open the heavy oak and greet them.
The man was shocked, alright, and he responded with a healthy amount of lust as his dark eyes took in the swell of Kate’s breasts and hips before they fell on her face. Then his mouth opened in alarm, and he took a step back.
“Katherine?” Logan said gruffly, his voice higher in his slur. His red hair was tucked under a cap, and his beard was longer than she’d ever seen it, but it was definitely him. There were bags under his eyes, and his skin looked splotchy and pale. His eyes were darting back and forth, and it would have been funny if she weren’t so caught off guard.
“Logan.” Her voice was soft, but it wasn’t from affection or even contempt. She realized she was relieved. For years, Kate had been afraid that Logan, the only man to ever hold her heart, would still have some power over her. She feared that she would see him one day, and all the years of growing closer---making love, sharing dreams, building a home---would come crashing back. But the only thing she felt when she looked in his eyes was happiness, and the certainty that she’d made the right choice.
“Logan!” A high pitched, nasally voice called from the cab, and both of them looked back at the carriage to see a young blonde woman leaning out of the drivers side. Her face was beautiful and angular, with the kind of dark lashes and full lips men drew on their dream women as teens and young adults. “We have to go! Move your ass!” She looked from Kate to Logan suspiciously; apparently she’d seen their reactions to each other.
Kate jumped and pulled out Jason’s money clip. “How much?”
“Just a buck,” Logan said, his eyes glued to Kate’s face. She knew she looked happier and more peaceful than she’d been in years, and she tried not to feel superior as she handed over two bills. “Thanks, Katherine.”
“No problem.” She smiled as he pocketed the bills. When he didn’t move, she realized he expected her to catch up with him. “So, um…I hope you’re well.”
“I’m great,” Logan said quickly. “Have a driving business. Been married a couple of years.” He jerked his head toward the blonde woman, who was now glaring at Kate. “Nice life.” His eyes burned into hers, and he asked the question he’d been wanting to voice the whole time. “You’re married to Jason?” he tried to sound nonchalant, but his voice betrayed his bitterness.
“Yes,” Kate said smoothly. “Recently.” She didn’t want to engage with him anymore, but something was bothering her as she looked between Logan and the blonde woman, who was now standing outside the cart, hands on her slim hips.
“Logan!”
Logan’s face flushed red with anger---a familiar sight Kate was amused to see again. “I gotta go, but I guess I’ll be seeing you sometimes?” His voice was far too full of hope for her comfort, and she didn’t like the way his eyes kept drifting to her bosom. “It’d be real nice to see you again, Katie.”
At the sound of her nickname, Kate swelled with rage. “It’s Katherine, Mr. Sheffield,” she said coldly. She felt a stab of pride as he winced, and she started to shut the door. He stopped it with one hand, and he took a step toward her, his face darkening with anger.
“Who do you think you are?” Logan growled. Kate bunched her fist at her side, ready to wallop him now that they were no longer man and wife. For the second time in as many days, she felt a huge hand on her shoulder and stopped immediately.
“She’s my wife,” came Jason’s voice. “Soon to be, technically. But I suggest you consider it my way: you’re standing on her property, threatening her person. She’s about to hit you very hard, and I think your wife might like that very much, judging by the look on her face.”
Kate looked at the young blonde woman, whose expression was so wrathful she was sure he was right. Logan stepped back slowly, nodding his head as he looked up at Jason.
“Yes, sir,” he said
“Apologize to my wife,” Jason said.
“Sorry, Ma’am.” Logan squeaked, then turned on his heel and ran. He blew straight by his wife and dove into the carriage, pulling her in behind him at the same time he was spurring the horses. Kate wondered why he had been so afraid, and turned to find that Jason’s eyes had turned that inhuman shade of yellow-gold---the same color of a bear’s eyes. He smiled as their gazes met.
“I hope that was okay,” he said. “I guess that was Logan?”
Kate nodded, finding herself so enthralled with his beauty that she couldn’t speak.
“I made a surprise for you,” Jason said. “It’s in the forest. We’ll get there faster if I carry you; is that okay?”
“What?” Kate asked, but then she was being hoisted over his shoulder and marched through the house and out the back door. His strong arms held her close so that she didn’t get jostled as he leapt through the wildflowers, and Kate was again amazed at his strength. He was far faster than she’d anticipated, too; he’d carried her so far in under a minute that that the house was shielded from view by most of the wood.
She was dizzy when he set her down, but thankful to be standing on solid ground. She spun around and found him standing on a red blanket in a clearing, spreading his arms wide and smiling excitedly. Kate realized he was wearing a robe almost identical to the one she was wearing, but in perfect black. The blanket was being held down at its corners by smooth stones, and the clearing was quiet and peaceful.
“Wow,” she said. “This is a nice distraction.” She could see the river through some, a shimmering aquamarine strip that sparkled enticingly.
“I hope this is a better one.”
Kate turned and saw that Jason had dropped his robe and was standing completely nude in the morning sun. She gasped, feeling lust rip through her body at the sight of his lightly tanned skin stretching smoothly over his hard muscles, and stiff cock rising proudly from his nestle of black pubic hair.
“We can’t get interrupted here,” Jason said, holding one hand out to her. He gripped the base of cock with the other, stroking his shaft lightly as he beckoned to her. “Come here, lovely. Let me show you what being a mate means.”
Kate stepped forward, feeling a primal need wash over her thoughts. She untied the sash around her robe and let it fall to the ground. Jason’s eyes were incandescent with his desire, and his hand tightened around the thickness of his flesh as she stretched her arms around his neck and pulled him forward into a kiss.
A tingle of pleasure spread through her body, and both of his hands slipped around her waist to pull her against his erection. They danced along her curves, stroking the satin skin of her plump ass before squeezing the tender flesh and bringing a cry from her lips. Kate plunged her tongue into his mouth, coaxing his tongue until it entwined with hers. Jason moaned and lifted her body briefly, and then they were moving
toward the ground.
“Jason,” Kate gasped as he knelt over her naked body. “God, I need you!”
“Not as much as I need you,” he murmured, spreading her soft thighs with hands. He gripped his cock and pressed his bulbous head against the slick, hot flesh of her pussy, smiling as her hips surged forward greedily.
Jason rested his body on his elbows and slowly sank his shaft into her dripping wet pussy, plunging one of his hands into Kate’s soft mane of hair and gripping one of her supple breasts with the other. He thrusted against her fervently, grunting as her hot walls swallowed his long shaft. Kate closed her eyes against the delicious sensation, wrapping her thighs around his waist in a desperate attempt to bring him closer to her.
“God, you’re incredible!” Jason’s eyes were burning with passion, and his hips slammed into hers harder, his long cock pounding against the soft bundle of nerves deep in her pussy that stole away her focus and control. He pulled on her sensitive nipple, kissing the soft skin of her neck as he dragged his cock back and rushed forward again, burying himself deep into her wetness over and over. Kate felt the sweet stab of her orgasm starting to build, and she bucked against her lover’s powerful strokes, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
“Jason,” Kate cried, digging her nails into the rippling muscle of his back. “I’m close!”
The weight of his body pressed against her swollen clit, so every thrust sent her dangerously closer to her edge. She could hear his body beating against hers, and she pulled his face close to hers for a kiss, overcome with the need to kiss him. His strokes increased in speed, and soon he was rocketing between her legs furiously, gripping her breast and immersing himself as deep between her legs as his body would allow. He filled her so completely that she thought, we were really were made to mate. His hips dug against her body with abandon, and he threw his gorgeous head back and screamed her name to the sky, sending a white-hot streak of ecstasy crashing through her body. Then her pussy clenched and tightened around his shaft, and she felt him exploding inside her walls at the same time; Jason buried his face in her neck and thrust his cock inside her slowly, moaning as his member twitched and emptied.
After Jason’s body stilled, he pulled away from her and slumped onto the soft blanket. His gasps were like music to her ears, Kate realized. Even as her loins throbbed in pleasure after being pummeled, he was the most enchanting thing in the world. She turned toward his naked form, letting her eyes lazily trail over the glorious expanse of his chiseled body. When his breathing steadied, he caught her gaze and smiled.
“What are you looking at?” he teased, reaching over to pull her curves against the firmness of his body.
“My husband,” Kate murmured as she kissed his chest. “Soon to be, I mean.”
Jason laughed and curled his arms around her, squeezing her until she was breathless again. They lay in each other’s arms until it was too cold to be outside without clothes, and then they walked back through the forest hand in hand, the blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Kate couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so natural holding someone’s hand and walking, or the last time she’d been this happy, period.
After another month, they were officially engaged, and a month after that, Heather came across the country to see Kate marry her cowboy. Jason stopped touring for a month to be with Kate, and she was surprised that he had taken off so much time. He kept saying that his instincts told him to take advantage of this time while he could, and even though Kate thought it meant more wild romps in the forest and by the riverbank, he surprised her further by taking her away on a trip of the coast. Kate had never seen such beautiful beaches, and she had trouble believing she wasn’t living in a fantasy word; they stayed in beautiful private inns half the time, and when they wanted to stay on the beach, he found private spots and caught delicious fish for their dinner himself---in his huge shaggy bear form. In their third week of blissful travel, Kate grew so motion sick on the train that they had to get off early in the town before. Jason was terrified, and he insisted he take her to a hospital to be examined. Kate saw a series of doctors who kept her away from her new husbands for hours while he paced in the waiting room.
After a final test and a reexamination, Kate asked for the doctor to bring Jason into his office. She was too stunned to move, and her eyes were filled with tears by the time the doctor returned.
“Katie!” Jason dropped to his knees in front of her, already panicking. The doctor hovered over both of them anxiously, not saying a word as the tableau before him played out. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
Kate gasped shakily, and a tear finally slid down her cheek. “It makes sense now,” she said quietly, remembering the beautiful young woman standing next to the carriage, how her willowy frame had clearly been one of a woman without children. “It wasn’t me.”
“What?” Jason cradled her face in his huge hands, peering into her eyes desperately. “Katie, what are you talking about? What wasn’t you?”
She laughed and took his hands in hers, squeezing his palms gently. “It wasn’t my fault, it was Logan. He’s infertile. Not me.”
Jason’s deep green eyes were glazed over with confusion at first, then he gasped, and shock slowly took over. “You mean…” his eyes sparkled, and his mouth hung agape.
Kate nodded, her heart cracking open with joy as the realization caused a beautiful smile to break over Jason’s face. “I’m pregnant.”
THE END
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Bonded to the Alien Prince
by Ruby Scott
Jennifer looked nervously at her watch, unable to keep her brown eyes still as she waited for the taxi to start moving again. They’d been stopped in traffic for four minutes and counting, and they needed to get moving in the next two if they wanted to be early. Ten more minutes delay in their schedule, and they would certainly be late. Horns sounded around the car continuously, filling the air with a dissonant symphony of engines and electronic beeps. Anxiety curled in her stomach, and she took a deep breath; her chest swelled so that the buttons on her blue blouse threatened to pop, and she saw the driver’s gaze dart to the window of cleavage her bra offered before returning his eyes back to the road. Jen Parker was used to being gawked at---she was what some of the more tactless men who courted her called “a real woman”; wide hips, a large, round backside, and a generous helping of bosom to balance it out. She ignored the driver since his glances were harmless, but she wondered briefly if the cut of her blouse was too low for meeting her husband for the first time.
Fiancé, she reminded herself internally, but it was too late; her mind stumbled over the word husband and her heart was hammering in her ribcage. All week she’d been like this: cool as a cucumber one moment, drenched in adrenaline the next. For the last two months, Jen had allowed herself to be wooed by an— admittedly—breathtakingly handsome and wildly generous stranger, until she’d finally agreed to marry him and fly three thousand miles across the country to be his wife. No matter how many saccharine emails, thoughtful gifts and tasteful evening gowns he sent her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all someone’s idea of a sick joke. Maybe one of her old college classmates finally found their opportunity for revenge, or maybe this was part of some elaborate scheme for a prank show on television. Jen even considered the possibility that she was dreaming. After the plane ride, she thought she would be able to break free from the feeling of unreality, but she still hadn’t managed to shake it.
Finally, the car began to move through traffic, and it was like someone hit
the play button on a paused video; the car jerked forward, resisting the motion before its engine propelled the taxi a few inches forward into space. After a moment, they were moving at a good clip, and Jen could see the freeway exit they were meant to take.
“You okay?”
Jen jumped as the driver’s low voice broke through her daze. She took a deep breath and exhaled heavily before answering, trying to ground herself in the backseat of the car. “Fine, thank you.” She tried to smile and was sure that it was stiff and awkward; still, the driver turned his eyes forward again and nodded. Jen looked at herself in the slim rearview mirror, thankful her smooth tanned skin didn’t pale under pressure. She wanted to look as cool and collected as possible, especially since Oliver would apparently be her regular driver. Owen had said personal assistant in his emails, but Jen assumed that he wouldn’t be driving now if this were meant to be her car. She remembered their last phone conversation, which had been both far too short and entirely too nerve-wracking. Hearing Owen's honeyed, sonorous tones sent a violent shiver down her spine no matter how often she heard it; she thought it would be even worse in person.
“Why do I need a driver?” she’s asked him.
“You don’t need one,” Owen admitted. “But if you’re going to be running your own business, the less you have to think about, the better. I know that personally, I like using my commute for practical reasons, but you might want to use it just to relax. Sometimes you have less time than you think to breathe.”
And with that worrisome pronouncement, Jen had considered the argument closed. She hated driving anyway, and the truth was, she actually loved feeling like she was being served; when her friends used to drive her to and from appointments before she had a car while living in Virginia, she would insist on sprawling in the back seat---much to their chagrin. But now, it just felt wrong; she didn’t know this man and hadn’t done anything for him to merit being given such splendor. She felt like a gold digger.
