Stand By Your Man: (Three Bad Boy Romance Novellas)

by Peter Presley

  “Of course. I couldn’t do this on my own. May I take your coat?”

  “Sure!”

  I take it from her hand and hang it on the custom coat rack I had specially made for me from Paris. My suit coat comes off as well.

  She turns to look at me, but I immediately throw her onto one of my couches. Her black purse falls to the carpet.

  “Hey!” she says. “Colton doesn’t want to waste any time, I see.”

  “You feel the same; you know you do.” I kneel in front of her and pull her black dress up over her red lace underwear. As I stare at her flawless body, I stand and drop my pants to the ground.

  I see her begging for me with those green eyes. “Wait! You’re not putting that big thing into me without a condom, Mr.”

  “I’m cool with that. I’ll go get one.”

  “No need.” She reaches over to her purse, opens it and pulls one out. “I always bring my own.”

  I smile. “You knew I was going to fuck you tonight, huh?”

  “You’re not fucking me, Colton. I’m fucking you. I know what I want.”

  She lies there with her dress pulled up showing those red bikini panties. I kneel in front of her and pull them off, revealing her pussy with none of the beautiful red hairs that greeted me before. “You shaved.”

  “Yes, I did.” I’m overcome with passion. I rip the condom out of the package, slide it on me and sink my entire shaft into her pussy. She’s wet, but she clenches and pulls away from me.

  “You okay?” I whisper.

  “Yes,” she purrs.

  I can tell by her tone and her sultry look that she’s telling the truth and it’s all I need to hear. I slide in again, slower this time, ease out, and ease in. She moans and moves with me. She’s more than ready now, and her heat and wetness are driving me crazy. I grab her hips and pull her back against me. She gasps but there’s no pulling away this time. Instead, she thrusts herself harder against me, like she’s trying to devour my dick with her wet, hungry pussy. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it is so damn hot. I look at her face for a second, loving the look of raw need she gives me in return.

  And then I fuck her hard, really hard.

  “Take me to your bed!” she screams. She’s so loud it startles me for a second.

  I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She laughs as I do it. My dick, covered with the condom, sticking straight out and ready for more.

  When we get to my bedroom, I flick on the soft light, and then I throw her on the bed. My shirt is still on. I throw it off. Her dress is still on. I get rid of that too. Then we’re both completely naked as I straddle her, and enter her again, going in deep.

  “Ahh! Your cock is so big, Colton! I can’t take it all!” Her arms are stretched out on either side. She closes her eyes and lifts her chin to the ceiling.

  I slide some of my cock out and slowly fuck her with half of me in. I love watching her squirm beneath me, reacting to every motion.

  “That feels so good, you’re making me so wet,” Abby moans. Wet doesn’t describe her right now. She’s dripping like a fountain down my cock.

  I restrained her by grabbing both of her wrists as she pushes her head deeper into the bed. I push my entire cock into her again slowly, sliding my full shaft into her with ease. She’s so tight and wet. I close my eyes and quicken my pace. I’m lost in the moment, sinking deeper into her.

  I release her hands. She grabs the bed for support. Abby wraps her legs around my waist. I reach down and play massage her clit as I thrust into her. Her face contorts. She tries to pull away, overcome by the sensation, but I hold her down.

  “Are you going to give me what I want?” I ask her, continuing to stimulate her body.

  “Yes! You can have whatever you want. Mmmm that feels so good. You’re going to make me come!” Abby yells.

  “Come, baby,” I instruct her. By the time I say the word “come,” she is overcome with an intense orgasm. Her body curls beneath me as she screams in pleasure. I feel her wet pussy swelling around my hard dick as she gets even wetter.

  “Good girl,” I tell her. I reach up and grab the sides of her face. She looks into my eyes as I continue to fuck her. I can tell she loves it; I can tell she has never been fucked like this. I feel powerful; I feel like I have complete control over her. Abby—this sexy demon—is now at my beckon. I have just made her mine without me being hers. I watch her breasts bounce as I pound into her. I remove my hands from her face and play with her nipples.

  “Will you come all over my tits?” she asks me even though my dick is covered with a condom.

  “Mmmm, yes,” I reply. I thrust into her a few more times and then pull my cock out of her. I feel my body approaching orgasm. I rip off the condom, and as I come, she grabs her huge tits and pushes them together. I feel myself becoming embodied with ecstasy. I moan with each spasm and watch my warm cum pour out onto Abby’s naked body. My cum covers her stomach and breasts. She massages my cum into her tits and then licks her fingers. I fall next to her on the bed. She leans over and kisses me hard on the lips. This woman has got a hold on me like no other.

  Sixteen

  Abby

  Here I am lying with Colton after another highly satisfying romp in the sack. Before he took me to that restaurant, I told myself I wouldn’t sleep with him. But once we got to the restaurant and enjoyed each other’s company, my resolve, as always, went right out the window. I had no problem following him to his apartment. Is he cocky? Yeah? Do I know what he does for a living? No, I still don’t. But he makes me feel good, and that’s all I care about right now.

  I’m naked under the sheets, and his naked body is right next to me. The linens are luxurious and feel exquisite against my bare skin, much the way Colton’s body did earlier. I feel relaxed and lazy, like the cat that got the cream. I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

  I look over at him. His eyes are closed, but I can tell that he’s not asleep. Then he opens his eyes and looks at me. “Are you going to tell me who that character was in the bar, the one giving you a hard time?”

  It’s the last thing I expected him to ask, especially right now. Why did he have to bring up Shane and his posse? I feel my blissful mood slip away. I turn my head. “He’s just some guy.”

  “Just some guy?”

  I sigh. I really don’t want to talk about this, and if he’s in the mood to share then Colton still has a lot more to tell me than I have him, especially about what he does for a living, but I don’t feel like lying or being evasive right now. It feels like too much effort and besides, I’m not that good at lies. Maybe if I give him just enough, he’ll drop it and let me go back to the happy state I was in a moment ago. “He’s a guy I used to date. Just some loser.”

  “He said he wants your bar.”

  I get a sick feeling in my stomach. He’d been paying more attention and heard more than I thought. “Yes, Colton. I know what he said. But he’s not getting my bar. The bar is mine, and it will stay mine. There’s nothing more to say.”

  Colton’s expression softens. “If you need my help, babe. I can help.”

  I look at him again. “Why do you think I need your help? Nothing’s wrong. He wants the bar. I told him no. That’s it.”

  “That’s it? Yeah, I don’t think that’s it.”

  I sit up. “What do you mean you don’t think that’s it?”

  “I think he thinks there’s a lot more to say and that there’s no way that’s it.”

  Now I’m starting to get irritated. I’m not some damsel in distress that needs a big strong man to rush in and save her. I’ve always taken care of myself. I hide the fact he’s getting to me, keeping my delivery nonchalant. “I can handle my own affairs, Colton. Hate to break it to you.”

  “I’m not saying you can’t, but this might be different. I know guys like that. He’s up to something.”

  Now I can’t hide how pissed off I am. Why did he have to ruin things? “Guys like that?
Yeah, I guess you would know guys like that since you’re one of those guys, too. Right?”

  I don’t wait for him to answer me. Instead, I get out of bed and turn on the sidelight to make it brighter in here. It’s a soft, flattering light but it’s the only romantic thing about the atmosphere right now. “Okay, we had a great time here tonight, but it’s time for me to call a cab and get out of here. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

  “A cab? Come on! You seriously think I’d let you do that. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not that guy, at least not with you. I’ll drive you home.”

  “No, I can get myself home.”

  He’s quiet for a moment, giving it some thought. I’m refusing to look at him, but I’m stealing glances from the corner of my eye. I see the moment when understanding crosses his face. “This isn’t just about you being mad at me for bringing this up. You don’t want me to know where you live, do you?”

  “Correct. You’re a wise guy, a gangster. You’re not coming anywhere near my home.”

  Colton relaxes and gives me that familiar grin, again. “All right, lady. Point taken. Need cab money?”

  “No, I don’t need any cab money. I’ve got money, thank you.”

  I grab my fancy black dress off the floor and slip it on while I return to the living room to retrieve my panties, my shoes, my purse, and my coat.

  After I’ve gathered everything, I look up, and Colton is standing in the bedroom doorway, still naked, still looking hot. He thinks I’m silly, but I don’t care. I take a deep breath. “Did you call a cab or will I do it?”

  “I made the call.”

  “Fine. I’ll wait in the lobby for it then. Good night.”

  “You know this doesn’t end here. I’ll be in the bar to see you again.”

  “Whatever, Colton,” I huff. “It’s a free country. Good night.” Then I rush out of the apartment, hoping that my hair isn’t too messy and my makeup isn’t too smudged from our hot and heavy session. I didn’t take the time to look.

  I shake my head, disappointed that everything ended this way. The evening was really nice until he had to go and bring up Shane. I didn’t want to think about Shane then, and I don’t want to think about him now, I just want him to leave me alone so I can forget about him all over again. Maybe I’m unrealistic there, but if I am, the last thing I need is for Colton to get involved. I can handle my own affairs and my own life. If Shane keeps bothering me, I’ll call the authorities. Until then, I don’t need anyone’s help. I’m fine. I’m just fine.

  Seventeen

  Colton

  The jewelry store heist we set up has been moved. We won’t do it for another two months, something to do with a possible change of venue. It’s cool. I’ll wait until then, but if the deal doesn’t go down, I’ll find something else to do. Money never sleeps.

  Right now I’m in Fork’s again, only Abby didn’t see me come in. She came out from her office and then that blond guy that was fucking with her before came in. I’ve been watching them talk, and Abby doesn’t look happy, at all. I’m going to wait for this guy to leave and then I’m tailing him. I need to find out where this asshole lives.

  While Abby is busy arguing with the guy, I slip out and return to my car. I get inside and wait for the guy to leave Fork’s. When he does, he gets into his car. I wait for him to pull out and then I follow him. I’m good at this. He won’t know he’s being followed.

  The first stop he makes is at a grocery store. I’ll just wait here in the parking lot until the guy comes out. After about 20 minutes, he leaves the store carrying a bag and returns to his car.

  I’m back in pursuit. He pulls into the parking lot of an apartment building. This must be his place or at least the place where he’s staying.

  Now I’m on my cell with Reggie, a guy I met during one of my jobs. He spent 20 years in a prison over in Texas. The only reason he got out is because of overcrowding. The guy makes me look like an angel, but he’s good for what I need right now. I’m having him and his partner pay this asshole a visit. Abby is way over her head with this one.

  “No, I don’t want you to kill him,” I say to Reggie. “I just want you to warn him. Make sure he knows to stay away from Abby and the bar or else he’ll get what’s coming to him.”

  “You got a name and address?”

  “Yeah, he’s a blond guy, Shane Graves, 275 Maple Street. Brick apartment building. Number 12. You’re gonna have to figure out a way to get him out of there. Insist on it. Tell him it’s important. I got ten grand for you and Wilson when the job is done.”

  “And you don’t want us to kill him?”

  I laugh. “Calm down, dude. I’m not in the murder business yet, Reggie. Rough him up a little, but don’t kill him. This asshole has got to stop bothering my girlfriend.”

  “Your girlfriend. You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend. I just saw you last week.”

  “Yeah, I know, but this girl is different than all the others. And she’s over her head with this character. I want him to back off.”

  “Yeah, sure Colton.”

  “All right, guy. Call me when the job is done. If this guy is smart, he’ll back off.”

  “We’ll handle it. He won’t bother her again.”

  Eighteen

  Abby

  I’m in the grocery store just picking up a few items, wandering around the aisles, looking at things that give me inspiration. After a night at the bar, cooking isn’t really my thing anymore, although I used to like it. Now it’s too much like hard work and takes too long. When it’s after 2 a.m., and you’re ravenous, you just want to eat, and you don’t much care what. I’m looking at stuff I know I won’t ever use, but I want to get Colton out of my head and am trying pretty much anything. It’s not working. Sex with him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how to explain it, but having sex with a hot guy like that is one of the best things that can happen to a girl.

  As I go to the produce department to pick up some apples, out of the corner of my eye, I see Shane. I had to look twice to make sure it was him, and then again just to make sure I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing. I am. His handsome face now features a black eye and a swollen lip. His hair hasn’t been combed, which is unusual for Shane, and his eyes look red. But that’s not all, he’s walking with a limp, and he’s using a cane. What the hell? What happened to him?

  I’m in shock. I’m staring at him, and I can’t move. I know I should. He won’t be happy if he knows I’ve seen him like this and that could be a problem for me somewhere down the line. But then, before I can turn away, he looks up and sees me, and now, he looks like he’s in shock. There’s none of that bravado and intimidation that I had seen from him before. In fact, he turns his back to me and rushes off as best he can with the limp. Not what I expected. He doesn’t even talk to me, doesn’t even tell me he’s buying the bar whether I like it or not. How did he get so beat up, and what caused him to change?

  As I’m standing there, still stunned, a sick feeling comes over me. Colton. This has to be the work of Colton. I wonder why it took me so long to put it together. Sure, Shane knows and runs with some dangerous people and it’s one thing for him to be all beat up like that, but it’s quite another for him to rush away from me as if I were the plague. After all, he’s the one who loves to intimidate me about the bar, but now he’s avoiding me? Why the sudden change? I do the math again, adding up what I know to come to the only possible conclusion. The way Shane looks, the expression on his face and the way he ran says his condition has something to do with me somehow. Colton must have gotten to him. I know it, and I’m absolutely furious. Yes, I don’t like Shane, and I want him to leave me alone, but Colton has no right to interfere with my life behind my back this way, especially after I specifically told him to stay the hell out of it. And as much as I hate Shane’s guts, I don’t like seeing him harmed this way. It’s not so much that I care he’s hurt, although I do a little, but more what it says about Colton and the type of guy
I’m seeing.

  Livid, I grab my cell and text him.

  What did u do to Shane?

  I’m back at the bar. I’ve been feeling queasy ever since I saw Shane at the grocery store. Colton never texted me back, and when I call him, it goes to voice mail. That’s not a good sign. If he comes in the bar tonight, I’m going to let him have it. How dare he meddle in my business.

  A couple of hours after I got settled into the bar, Colton comes in. Yeah, he looks as hot as usual, but I’m so mad right now I don’t care. I stare him straight into the eyes as he gets closer and closer.

  “Did you get my text?”

  “Yeah, I got it.”

  “What did you do to Shane? I saw him in the grocery store. He looks like hell.”

  Colton takes a seat at one of the tables. I remain standing. “Has he been in here yet?”

  “No, you beat him up didn’t you?”

  “No, I didn’t beat him up. But I sent him a warning.”

  “What do you mean you sent him a warning? What, you got some goons to do your dirty work?”

  “Relax, he won’t bother you again, Abby.”

  “How dare you interfere like this? Sure Shane was bothering me, but he happens to have been someone I had a relationship with.”

  Colton stretches out in his chair. He’s clearly unfazed by what I have to say. “Why don’t you get off of it, Abby? You know damn well you were in over your head with that guy.”

  My blood is boiling. I point to the door. “Get out of my life, Colton. Seriously. Not only did you have a former boyfriend of mine beat up, but what if he comes back and tries to kill me?”

  “He won’t do that.”

  “Oh, you’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you? Get out of my bar!”

  Colton rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He stands. “Fine. You know how to find me, Abby. I’ll talk to you after you’ve cooled down.”