Kady laughed, and pointed at him, at first.
Suddenly, she looked at him, realizing that he was truly in some manner of distress.
“Garçon!” she yelled. Almost instantly, four waiters appeared, ready to assist. Brett assured them he was fine, but he had spilled some water on his shirt. He excused himself, to go to the men’s room to clean up.
He walked into the bathroom to clean up, and noticed over his shoulder as a large, somewhat inebriated man heading towards Kady. He shrugged and went in to find a towel.
Kady was mortified when she considered what she had said to Brett. His reaction was predictable, now that she thought about it. How could she have been so stupid, to think he had the same feelings for her as she had for him?
She felt more alone and down than she had for a very long time. She remembered how things had gone south at her mother’s wedding, and that she had thought long and hard on that situation, for months.
She had thought she was finally past the issue of her true emotions about Brett, and had put it behind her. Yet, here she was, facing it once again.
Maybe it was the San Pellegrino, or the fact that this had been one of the easiest dates she had ever been on…
Wait a minute.
Did she really think Brett and she were on an actual date?
Was that what was going on here? Had she gotten so caught up in the romantic notions in her silly head that she was actually entertaining the idea of them being on a date?
Her thoughts were occupying her so deeply that she did not really see the large, rugged man sit down next to her.
“Hey, gorgeous!” he said to her.
“My name’s Scott!” he said, smiling cheerfully. He stuck out a hand, and she considered not shaking, but then decided to be polite after all.
He gently gripped her hand, and gently brought it to his lips. She supposed he thought he was being gallant, but his sloppy kiss left a fair amount of his saliva on her skin. She found herself repulsed, and shocked.
He grinned, and took Brett’s napkin and rubbed his spit from her hand.
“Sorry, darlin’,” he drawled. “Didn’t mean to do that…”
“It’s okay,” she said, feeling everything was totally NOT okay.
Her realization that this drunken guy was hitting on her brought her back to reality, like an ice-cold slap to her face. She got very wary and also decided to end this encounter as quickly as possible.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” asked Scott.
“I’m sorry, umm, Scott?” she said.
“Sorry for what, sweetheart?” he said.
“Well, Scott, quite frankly I am here with a friend. I am truly sorry, but we already have plans,” she said.
Scott’s eyes darkened, but his smile remained.
“Well, the more the merrier, I always say!” he feigned a good-natured response, but she picked up on his innate jealousy instantly.
“Let me buy you a real drink, honey,” he said. He motioned to one of the worried-looking waiters, who started over.
“I’m only nineteen, Scott,” she said. She waved the waiter away.
“Ah, hell, baby! I won’t tell, you won’t,” he said, slurring his words a bit.
“I don’t roll that way, Scott,” she continued, “and my friend is coming back in a minute, and we will be leaving. We have plans, as I mentioned.”
She raised her eyebrows and moved in her chair to present a blocking body language, looking over in the direction of the rest rooms. She wished Brett would hurry back.
Scott grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
“Look here, bitch” he said.
“I was only trying to be friendly. Why did you have to go and make it something serious?” he said.
He had his nose pressed up close to her face, and his breath reeked of cheap booze. Apparently, he had been drinking for quite some time before he had gotten to the pizza place.
He seemed as though he was about to actually kiss her, when a hand grasped his shoulder.
“Hey buddy, why don’t you leave?” asked Brett.
He had appeared from nowhere, like a ghost.
Brett dropped his hands into a relaxed posture that looked harmless, to the uninitiated. A seasoned fighter would have known at that point to back down. Brett was as taught as a wound spring, but also as flexible as a whip.
Scott eyed Brett, looking him up and down. He’d been in a few brawls, and even in his drunken stupor, some part of his brain must have recognized the danger.
Then, his mouth wrote a check he would never be able to cash.
Scott said “Why don’t you make me, faggot?”
He swung on Brett, which was a very drastic mistake.
Brett had been a Tang Soo Do champion in high school and on the martial arts team during his first year of college. His other courses soon took more precedence in his life, but he always found time once a week to spar and just let off steam at the dojo. Sometimes, he would ask to instruct a class, and was always welcomed.
Scott, a pretty burly man, had swung high, so Brett ducked under him, and grabbed his shoulder. He kept the man spinning around, until his back was to Brett. Then, Brett kicked him in the backside, and shoved him over the table. The man crashed onto the ground, but was up almost instantly. He grabbed a wine bottle and broke the neck off on a corner of the table. Brandishing it fiercely, he growled at Brett.
“Come on, you pussy!” he yelled.
“I don’t want any trouble!” said Brett.
Brett spread his arms wide, and gestured with his hands to make it appear he was waving off any conflict. “If you leave now, I will pay for the damages and your dinners.”
In reality, he was gaining momentum to make a very delicate strike, and his concentration was at its highest. He tried to ignore Kady, who was taking all of this in with her hands near to her mouth.
Scott yelled “You fuckin’ cunt!” at Kady, and then he waved the bottle at Brett. He was setting himself up to charge, and Brett tried one last time.
“Seriously, this is a big mistake,” he said to Scott.
Brett looked at the man, knowing his generous gestures were futile. The man was too angry and had already lost a lot of face. An aggravated assault charge was something he was not able to fully conceive, in his state.
Brett had given the man an out, but Scott was determined to fight.
He lunged at Brett.
Brett, sidestepping the drunken brute, kicked down as Scott slashed wildly at him, and barely missed Kady at the same time with his other grasping hand. His fingers barely caught a few strands of her hair, and she screamed.
Brett’s kick hit the man’s leg, behind his knee. He fell to the floor, again. He tried to get up, but the muscles were sprained. He limped over to a seat, and sat down, just as the local police arrived.
The proprietor made it clear that Brett and Kady had been accosted by the now obviously drunken Scott, who was stupidly trying to explain just why Kady was such a bitch, and Brett the world’s largest asshole.
The cops cuffed him and took him out to their patrol car. He kept up his belligerent attitude until one of the policemen, tired of his nonsense, tased him to the ground.
The police threw Scott into a squad car and drove away.
Breathing a bit hard, Brett sat on the sidelines, Kady holding tight to him.
She had managed to maneuver herself so she was sitting on his lap, insisting to him that the broken chair left nowhere else for her to sit. She was hugging tight to his strong neck, his shoulder muscles rippling when he moved to position her more comfortably.
He had been fine during the fight, but as soon as Kady sat on his lap, he was sporting a truly remarkable erection.
Kady’s squirming on it was not helping out a bit. And, she seemed determined to keep at it until he came in his pants!
Kady was on fire. Brett’s victory had lit the match, and her own passions had begun to mount. She looked at him like a lion eying a raw
zebra steak. Her own eyes smoldered with urgent passion, each moment was an effort to avoid just ripping his clothes off and shoving his giant dick into her hungry mouth.
Her loins were wet and ached for Brett’s massive cock to invade her. She was gasping at each small movement as she pushed against him.
They were saved by the owner coming up to them, insisting that their meals and drinks were on the house, as were their next three visits. He was embarrassed beyond belief, and truly hurt that this unfortunate incident had happened to two of his most beloved customers.
Brett assured him that it had nothing to do with him, and offered to pay for the damages. The owner looked appalled and shocked, and made some gestures to his major domo.
The next thing they knew, Brett and Kady were escorted into a black limousine, with the darkest tint ever imaginable. They sat in the luxurious cabin, surrounded by opulence and every known convenience. There were large screen monitors, showing both the exterior of the limo, a real-time GPS map, and a menu for selecting drinks and snacks.
Brett and Kady, knowing that each of them were beginning to admit their feelings for the other, stared at their reflections in the dark-tinted windows. They were not sure what was happening.
As the vehicle maneuvered through the darkening streets, they worried that they had maybe been kidnapped. Their cell phone signals were being blocked. They had not been able to call their parents or friends as everything had happened so rapidly after the altercation with Scott.
Now, they exchanged worried whispers with one another. Brett pushed the intercom button, and the driver asked if they needed anything.
Brett asked where they were going.
After a few more minutes of conversing with the driver over the private intercom, they knew that they were being whisked away to a private manse. When they arrived, they would discover a world where there were neither limits nor restrictions on personal behavior and responsibility.
Their very personal adventure had begun!
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SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT THREE:
Fraud: A Stepbrother Romance
Oh my god, it’s really going to happen! Derek is there, standing in front of the door to our bedroom!
My mind is jumping all over the place. My eyes are eating him up.
He’s perfect!
His clothes are snug, the t-shirt rippling from all the muscles underneath. I can see the tight arcs of his ass, outlined by his blue jeans.
Every move he makes reminds me of a lion or tiger. He’s confident, standing tall and firm, and my thighs are melting from my want.
I want him, all of him.
I need to have him in me. I my mouth. In my pussy. My wet, drenched pussy.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, with my best come-hither look.
Derek seems a bit stunned, so I give him something.
I begin to strip for him.
Ever so slowly, I slide out of my jacket.
First one arm, then the next, taking my time. I slowly move the jacket over the to the side of the bed, and drop it on the floor.
It slithers into a small, beige mound.
I start on the buttons on my blouse, my fingers twitching. I try to maintain eye contact, and I fumble just a bit with the top button.
It comes loose, and then the next.
Derek’s eyes lock onto my breasts, which are appearing, and the lacy tan bra.
A rush of warm feelings flow through me, as he gazes at me.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable, and yet so trusting of anyone.
Really, I want to just make my clothes disappear by magic, and his as well, just so we can be together.
But, I know this will drive him crazy.
He stands there, cockily, as I remove my blouse, one button at a time.
My fingers are shaking so badly from my needing him that I can barely perform this simple task.
At least, it seems that way to me.
Derek smiles, his gorgeous mouth and perfect teeth making me feel another wave of warmth that courses through my body.
I feel like I am floating in a warm pool of liquid, thick and viscous.
Another button down, and my blouse is just hanging there, now.
Derek steps closer, and bends down to me.
I can see the huge bulge in the crotch of his blue jeans, his cock clearly outlined beside the zipper. I reach over, rubbing and caressing its hardness.
A jolt of electricity shoots up my arm, straight into my brain, as I trace his dick with my index finger. I want to yank it free, and shove my mouth over it, sucking in all its immense fleshy goodness.
But, I tease him some more, tossing my hair, and giving him another look, my eyelids covering my eyes shyly, while I continue to work his shaft through the material.
I move my other hand to the last button, while I slowly lick my lips. They are dry, but then moist as I feel his cock throb.
My blouse is just hanging there, and Derek eyes my hard nipples.
They are jutting out, like strawberries.
My large brown aureoles peek over the edges of the lacy, tan bra.
Derek’s hand moves down to my head, and then he sits down next to me.
We look into each other’s’ eyes for a moment, and then he leans his face towards me.
My mouth opens, and then we are kissing.
His animal scent is overpowering my brain.
His raw strength as he pulls me to him, crushing me against his massive, muscled chest make me go limp. I allow myself to just melt with him.
He tastes clean and fresh, and vaguely of mint.
I have a moment of weakness…did I brush my teeth today? … I think, crazily.
Then, all thought is lost as Derek squeezes me, and his hands work their way to my heaving tits.
His gentle fingers rub first one aching nipple, then the other.
I moan with pleasure, and it’s lost in the cavern of his delicious mouth.
I move my ass around on the bed, because I feel like I am so wet I am going to stick to the sheets!
When I do, he cups my ass with his hands, and pulls me against him. I can feel his enormous bulge between my legs as we fall against each other on the satin bedspread.
My pussy feels like it has a life of its own, trying to reach out and suck his hardness into me.
We lay on the bed, Derek’s magic hands moving all over my body.
New sensations jolt through me, my legs suddenly jerking, or my ass clenching. Derek is a master!
Every move he makes sends pleasure straight into my whirling brain.
I chew on his tongue, and lick his chin slowly, enjoying the feel of his stubble. My tongue works a trail down his neck, and I can taste his salty tang.
Derek reaches around and unclasps my lacy, tan bra. It pops open, and my tits are barely covered now.
He gently places a finger between the left cup and my skin, and ever so slowly slides the sheer fabric away.
My taut breast and hard nipple can’t take it!
I’m squealing, a high-pitched noise that I can’t help but make, and Derek grins and his tongue lightly flicks the pink nub.
I explode, as he gently works his lips around it, sucking on it like it was the rarest and most tasty fruit on Earth.
My hips lock around him, grinding into his bulges, as I ride him, coming. My panties are soaking, and Derek moves to the other nipple.
He alternates back and forth, anointing my tits with his saliva. Each time he licks one, he gives the other a playful pinch.
The intense feeling drives me out of my mind, and my eyes roll back in my head.
I grab Derek’s head, forcing it into the valley between my heaving orbs, crushing him to me.
His face is buried in there, and he moves his hands beneath me, to unzip my pants.
He’s quick, and soon they join the jacket on the floor. The b
louse clings to me as he rolls me over.
I sit up briefly, to doff it and help Derek slide off my pants.
I shove them over the side.
Then, toss the bra after them.
It hits Derek’s head, and slides off, causing both of us to laugh.
“Oh, Derek, my darling! I thought you were …” I start to say, but he simple shuts me up with another deep kiss.
My breath is coming in gasps when he pulls away, because I almost came, again.
He’s wonderful! Everything he does brings me to a new level of intimate pleasure.
I want him more with every passing minute.
My own musk fills my nose, mixing with the heady, raw animal scent that wafts off of my lover.
Derek!
At last, we can be together!
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