by Hart, Rye
I helped her carry everything to the table, and after a moment her father joined us. We sat talking about future plans and old times. We shared so many memories, the three of us, and as I caught her exchanging smile between us both, seeing the happiness it brought knowing we finally had his approval, I was ready to make more.
EPILOGUE - RACHEL
“Your stuff can’t go on this side!” I called out to him as he went to get the last of the boxes marked bedroom . I raked my hands through my hair and pushed Duncan’s shirts against the opposite wall of the closet.
We’d spent the entire day moving things into our new house, and even Shauna and Harris had stopped by the lend a hand. Shauna had helped me unpack and sort through our kitchen utensils, and since we had two of most things we’d created quite the donation box. Harris helped Duncan and a couple of the guys from his personal security office unload the heavy furniture. Since we had plenty of space and three bedrooms, we’d kept all of it and even bought us a new king size bed with the biggest headboard I’d ever seen for the master.
It had been delivered in the early morning and was being used to sort our clothes.
It was amazing what just six months could do, but then again, after being apart a decade, we were ready to spend every moment together.
Duncan carried another box in and placed it beside the others.
“Why can’t I put my stuff on that side.” I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
“I want to be on the left side. I’ve already got all my shoes on that side. We can’t have our clothes on one side and our shoes on the other.” I gave him a smile, and he pulled me close giving me a deep kiss. It had been such a long day, and we were finally alone, so I melted against him.
He brought his arms around my waist and lifted me. He moved us around the stack of boxes and placed me on our new bed, away from all the clutter at the foot.
“It’s so comfy. I can’t wait to sleep in it curled against you.” I had so many things I was ready for. Our tub and shower were going to be fun, and we had plenty of rooms to break in. We’d vowed to claim each one and judging by the hardness of his cock that he pressed against me as I lay back on the bare bed, our bedroom as going to be first.
“I can’t wait to make love to you in it,” he whispered.
“I don’t think you’re going to have to.” I ground my hips up against him, and he moaned kissing me down my neck, over my breasts and only stopping to lift up his t-shirt that I’d borrowed for the work day.
“I’ll just take this back now if you don’t mind.” I giggled as he pulled the shirt up over my head and tossed it over his shoulder. Then I arched my back upward as he nudged his hands behind me to unhook my bra. He slowly slipped the cups free and wasted no time tossing it to the floor.
“You’re making a mess,” I teased.
“I have a woman to do all that domestic shit for me now, I’ve decided to be a pig.” He gave me a playful grin, and I knew he was just teasing me. He was much neater that I was, and I only hoped I’d live up to his standards or that he’d have lots of patience with me.
“Oh yeah?” I ground my hips as he slipped his finger into my waistband and tugged down my shorts and panties both leaving me naked.
“Yeah, she’s super sexy, makes me so horny.” He bit his lip to keep from grinning, and his eyes smoldered as he stepped back and pulled off his shirt. Then he hurried to remove his holey jeans, which he’d never looked hotter in.
“No, leave them,” I said as they fell even looser around his hips now that they were open. He wasn’t wearing anything under them, and so he stepped close and rubbed his cock against my folds, dragging his head through my wetness.
“You’re getting to be a dirty girl. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. Tell me what you want.”
I let loose a soft giggle and grabbed hold of his belt loops urging him forward. “I want you to fuck me.” I ground against him and a moment later felt the girth of his thick erection spreading me, splitting me apart with its heat. I moaned and pumped my hips to settle around him, still not quite used to his size, though he’d sworn I should be by now. We’d done it all, a few times now, and every single time, that first intrusion was tender, but as we got going, the pleasure overtook me and made it all worth it.
I tugged the loops tight as he pounded me deeply, his head hitting my depths and grazing my most sensitive spot along the way. I angled my hips and let him work that spot. I whimpered a plea, begging him not to stop. “Please, right there, baby.”
“Feels good huh, baby? You feel so good around my cock. I’m going to fill that tight little snatch.” He hissed the words through his teeth as he pounded his hips, gripping my ass with both hands. I let loose of the loops, and he pulled away before he could get me turned over, I slipped down to tug him closer, my face right at his crotch.
“I want to taste it.”
He gave me a smoldering smile. “You are a dirty girl. I like it.” I made him choke on the last word as my mouth closed around his head. I pulled tight on it and then gripped his base with as much pressure as I began to stroke him. With my other hand, I tugged and kneaded his sac, tonguing his tip in hopes for a taste. It drove him wild too, like always and he threw back his head and started to rock his hips. I relaxed my throat and took and deep breath, taking him past my tonsils and beyond. He pulled back a bit, to rest his head on my tongue, and shook his head.
“You’re going to make me come in that pretty throat. Is that what you want?” I glanced up at him with watery eyes and pulled off, wiping my mouth.
I turned and faced the bed, bending over to offer myself to him. “Good choice,” he whispered in my ear as he leaned over me. “Oh yeah, this is what I wanted to see.”
His words gave me chills as his breath kissed my neck and then he was plunging back into my soaking channel. “Harder, please,” I breathed, and he sped up his pace, my breasts bouncing so fast they slapped together creating a soft sound. He slung his arm beneath me and brushed a finger against my swollen bud, and before I could process a response, my pleasure took over, knocking my knees together and curling my bare toes.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He thrust relentlessly, and soon his own moans joined mine, ripping from his throat . His cock twitched deep inside me, and I felt his cum soaking me, and I milked him for all he had. Every last drop.
He continued his thrusts a moment more and then stilled, pulling out and I clenched to keep as much of his seed in place as possible, though some of it trickled down my thighs before I could stop it.
I spun around and lay back on the bed, and he lay beside me drawing lazy circles on my shoulder. “You’re so amazing. I love our new place, and I love you.”
He smiled and kissed my shoulder. “I love you too.”
“Everything is perfect.” Even though we’d talked about marriage, we had both agreed there was no sense in rushing it, but that was the only thing that could have made it any better.
“We better get back to work so we can actually sleep in this bed tonight.” He gave me a nudge, and I got up to go to the bathroom and clean myself up so I could get back to work.
I walked out in my robe. He was already dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. “Here, baby. Do something with this box. I’m not even sure what it is, but I’m sure it’s some of your stuff.” He pushed the box toward me, and it was light.
“It’s empty,” I said, glancing to the side for some kind of label. There in his writing, it said bedroom in bold letters with a little note scribbled beneath it. Open me .
I narrowed my eyes and figured he was giving me a housewarming gift and feeling a little bad that I hadn’t thought to do the same. I had thought our big bed was our welcome gift, but despite my guilt, I couldn’t wait to see what he had bought me.
Inside, the box was filled with white tissue paper. I pulled it out a piece at a time, tossing it to the floor. He gathered it and wadded it into balls as I made my way through it. There
at the bottom, wrapped with more tissue paper was a tiny velvet box. He reached and took it. My eyes widened as he dropped to his knees.
“Everything is perfect, but for this one thing, Rachel. Will you marry me?”
Warm tears spilled onto my cheeks as I collapsed to my knees with him and he gathered me up into his arms as I said, “Yes.”
After a moment, his voice had softened, and he whispered sweetly in my ear, “I love you.”
“I love you too. I thought you wanted to wait.”
“We’ve spent too long waiting.” He brushed my loose strands away from my face.
I took his hand and kissed it, then held it to my heart. “It was worth it, Duncan. Every minute.”
The End
BEST SELLER: TWO WEEKS OF SIN
CHAPTER ONE - CHANCE
Being a creature of habit had its perks as much as being a billionaire. I stared down at the random woman, whose face was masked, and thrust my cock into the only opening, which gave me access to her mouth. I was sure the fabric allowed for some breathing because otherwise, she’d be freaking out, but I wasn’t letting up. Because of my money and the power it gave me, I was able to arrange my sex any way I wanted it.
When I was in New York, where I lived part time and worked, owning one of the largest brewing companies in the world, it was necessary to keep my sexual escapades anonymous, so that I didn’t have to deal with anyone trying to come after me with a bogus claim of abuse or worse, a phony paternity suit. Using a third party to set up my random requests had become a way of life, and I loved the freedom of being able to do whatever I wanted to the women who arrived at my private penthouse masked and ready for the taking.
And while this was a necessary evil, something to get me off until I was able to return home, it wasn’t what some might call my passion, though it was damned close.
My cock grazed across her teeth as she wiggled her jaw, losing stamina. I held her chin, keeping her opened wide as my phone rang. “Fuck all.” I looked at the phone’s screen and saw my best friend, Nate’s number. I tossed it to the bed as the woman slurped and sucked. She was worn out and, lucky for her I was ready to come. I tried to pull out but that’s when she decided to suck harder, and I shot a little into her mouth. She let loose fast, swallowing what I’d given her, and I pulled out, placing my cock on her cheek as my cum spurted across the mask, leaving a pearly trail that dripped down around her features. I pulled away, not speaking to her as she stayed on her knees. She wasn’t allowed to move unless I said so.
I grabbed my phone and sat back on the bed, raking my hands through my hair, the smell of sex permeating the room as I dialed Nate back. Then I took mercy on the girl and fetched her a towel. I was in the bathroom when my friend answered.
“What the fuck, man? Are you canceling the trip?” Nate had a way of being dramatic, but in this case, he had every right to be.
“Fuck!” I said, throwing the towel at the woman, who was ready to collapse. “I forgot all about it. I’m on my way.” I ended the call, gathered my clothes, and looked down to the girl. “You can get up when I’m gone. I’ll call again soon.”
She was one of three women throughout the city who I used regularly. Each knew the routine and would be available at a moment’s notice, whether I wanted one or all three. They always showed up masked, and let me use them to my cock’s content, without ever knowing who I was. If they performed as they were supposed to, I’d pay them for their time. So, she stayed there on her knees until I was long gone.
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten my flight. I rushed down to my car, which was always waiting, and got inside, telling my driver to take me to the airport. I wasn’t going to get to clean up and was thankful that things hadn’t gotten too messy for me because I had a long trip ahead.
I arrived at the airport and found Nate waiting on the tarmac with the pilot who looked even angrier than he did.
“I’m sorry, Lou. I got tied up with business.”
Lou Cravens was one of the best private pilots in the city, and his time was as precious as mine. I liked to know my life was in good hands, so hiring Lou for all my travels was a must, but I wasn’t the only person he worked for.
“Let’s get this show on the road.” He shook his head and clapped me on the back as Nate and I boarded ahead of him. He secured the plane, and before I knew it, we took off.
Nate was pouting, and it grated my nerves when he acted that way.
“I’m sorry I was late. I was finishing up some business,” I repeated.
He huffed a short laugh. “Tits, facial, or cream pie?” I gave him a warning glare, and he shrugged. “You said you were finishing; I just wanted to know how.”
I looked away, glancing out the window beside me. I loved to fly, and I particularly loved flying over this part of the country.
“Why Nebraska? And who’s ever heard of Viola, anyway?” he asked.
“It’s a small town, but it’s growing, and there’s money. Lots of people in the surrounding areas need the jobs. I think it’s a perfect fit.”
“If it’s so perfect then why another trip? Why not just phone it in. You’ve seen the facility, right?”
“Yes, but now I want to check out the surrounding property. The building that’s there isn’t going to do. I will have to build.”
“So, build somewhere fun. Or fuck it, let’s go somewhere when we’re done. How about Vegas? Just for a night?”
Nate was the last person I’d go to Vega with ever again. He’d made a disaster out of our last trip and nearly landed me in jail.
“Are you out of your mind? Do you think I’ve forgotten the twin’s incident?” He’d harassed a pair of twin dancers who then proceeded to call the cops because she wouldn’t give him change for a twenty.
“That was Vegas?” He narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. “Whatever, let’s do something. It’s been a long time since you and I have gotten any time away together other than business trips.” He was worse than a girlfriend with his you never take me anywhere nice spiel. And that was just one of many reasons I didn’t do relationships. At least, not normal ones.
“I have a meeting day after tomorrow. We’ll have to head back to New York as soon as we’re done in Viola.”
“Is it about another one of your trips home?” He gave me an accusatory glare, and I shook my head.
“Not yet. I haven’t found the right candidate. You know I’m picky.” He knew that things had to be perfect for me to go back home. And not just my preferences, but legalities, paperwork. It was all part of my hobby, and one that I was passionate about.
I made other arrangements when I went back home. I would find a preferred candidate and offer them a hundred grand to stay two weeks in my castle, completely private and anonymous. All I would know was their first name, and vice versa, just how I liked it. The privacy of the castle, as well as the one-on-one time, provided more intimacy than random sex with masked women could, and I’d become rather fond of seeing how I could break the chosen.
“You’re not that picky. You’re choosing fucking Snoozeville, Nebraska, as your next distribution site.”
“One more crack like that and I’ll send you out to run the place.”
He sank in his seat and glared over at me. “You wouldn’t do that to your best friend. Besides, who would hold down the fort while you run off for one of your sex romps?” He had a point. Sadly, he was my right hand, and the only person I trusted with the company.
Teasing him was always fun though, so I gave him a stone-faced glare. “Probably someone who doesn’t act like a pussy.”
He was quiet the rest of the trip.
After we landed and boarded the next car, which was waiting just outside Viola, my stomach growled. I’d cleaned up a bit on the plane, but aside from pistachios, there was nothing to eat on board.
“I’m fucking starving,” said Nate as if he read my mind.
“I was just thinking the same thing, friend. How about I buy you some din
ner?” I patted him on the shoulder and earned a narrowed look.
“Hey, you’re the one with the billions, of course, I’ll let you buy dinner.”
He was always kidding me about my money, and he was the only person who could get away with it. His own nest egg was nothing to sneeze at, and he was wealthy enough that he didn’t have to put up with me. He did that because he wanted to.
I glanced up about that time to see a quaint little diner. The place was fifties retro, and I was drawn to the neon out front that read “Angel.” I took it as an omen, and a closer look revealed the “o’s” was burnt out on the Angelo’s Diner sign. I leaned up and instructed my driver to pull over.
If there was an angel inside, she was about to meet the devil.
CHAPTER TWO - CARRIE
“Dammit,” I cursed under my breath as I sloshed another cup of coffee while placing it on the table. My mood would have been better, as well as my coordination, if I hadn’t had to pull a double after a turnaround. I was beginning to feel like I lived at Angelo’s Diner.
I looked up at Eddie who frowned, but since he was a regular whose time at the place practically made us roommates, he let it go.
Lindy came around the corner and whispered in my ear. “Can you believe that little shit called in again?” My best friend and confidant was as angry as I was. The boss’s niece, Jessica, had called in four times in the past two weeks and had left both Lindy and me in a bind every time.
“Yeah, she’s going to keep getting away with it too. You know it’s not like I don’t have enough to deal with. I’ve got my dad’s illness, housework piling up at home, and bill collectors after me. If it weren’t for them, I might bitch about the extra hours more, but I actually need the money.”
I wasn’t sure the money was worth it at times, knowing that I was working away what could be the last days of my father’s life. I was all he had to take care of him, and I hated knowing he was in and out of the nursing facility. With me working, it was all I could do. He needed constant care, and there was just the two of us since my stepmother bailed as soon as Dad’s heart gave out.
