When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  “So, California? Really?”

  Bobby looked up from his steak and shrugged. “Hey, they want me there, I’m not one to say no. The Chief says it’s a step up for me.”

  Bobby had received a call a few months before, a job offer to join a fire department in Los Angeles, station no. 4 or 9, or some other number I couldn’t remember. I didn’t like it, but at the end of the day, I supported his decision to take the offer. Still, I couldn’t wrap my head around Bobby fighting fires in a big city. Not to mention the constant California wildfires I kept hearing about in the news.

  “Finally joining the big leagues,” Andy smiled.

  “Don’t encourage this,” I said, shooting him a look.

  “Hey, come on, you said you were on board with this,” Bobby pointed at me with his fork.

  “I am,” I sighed. “Doesn’t mean I like it. I mean, what’s wrong with Mansfield?”

  “Absolutely nothing,” Bobby said. “Especially now that you’re here.”

  “Yet you want to move across the country.”

  “Damn right,” Bobby smiled. “You don’t need me here anymore. Andy’s taking good care of you, aren’t you, Andy?”

  Andy glanced at me, trying to read my face and figure out just how excited he was supposed to be for my brother. I kept a poker face.

  “Besides, it’s not like I won’t come visit,” Bobby continued. “I know you two will be in need of a few exciting stories to spice up your otherwise mundane life.”

  “I like mundane,” Andy said. “Mundane is good. Mundane is good for me.”

  “Mundane is safe,” I added, more to myself than the rest of the table.

  I could feel Andy’s eyes on me, and we ate in awkward silence for a few minutes before he asked, “So when are you heading out?”

  “A week,” Bobby said. “I have a few things to handle here first, and I need to make sure the house won’t fall apart while I’m gone.”

  “We’ll keep an eye on it,” Andy said.

  “I’m counting on it,” Bobby replied. “Oh, and I’m going to need to sign over my stuff to you at the station. The Chief’s been on my ass about it for the past week, and I don’t want to wait last minute to get it done.”

  “Sure,” Andy said. “Whatever you need.”

  “Are you going to at least pretend you’re supporting this?” Bobby asked me.

  “I do support it, you know that,” I said. “Do I have to like it?”

  “A little.”

  “Tough.”

  Bobby laughed and nodded. He looked at me, saw the worry on my face and reached out to grab my hand.

  “I’m going to be okay,” he said. “Don’t worry.”

  “I’ll try not to,” I said. “Just promise that you don’t get yourself killed, okay? I’m actually getting used to having you around. You’re not annoying me as much anymore.”

  “That’s good to know, thanks,” Bobby teased. “Now pass me the potatoes.”

  We switched topics and spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid the subject of California and fires.

  ***

  “So, the house is done.”

  Andy came up behind me as I stood at the entrance to the living room, taking everything in. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and rested his chin on my shoulder, rocking me gently from side to side.

  “It is,” I smiled. “It looks great, doesn’t it?”

  “You did a wonderful job,” Andy agreed, kissing me again, softer this time. It made goose bumps break out across my skin, and I shivered.

  “Our own home,” I said.

  “Yup.” He pressed me closer to him. “How long do we wait before we start thinking about kids?”

  I looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “You? Kids? Really?”

  Andy shrugged. “Why not? Did you think we’d have all this space and fill it up with cats and dogs?”

  I rested my head back against his chest and smiled. “No,” I admitted. “I’ve actually been thinking about kids, too.”

  “Good,” Andy whispered, kissing my ear, then my neck, then my shoulder.

  “We’re going to be good, right?” I asked.

  “We’re going to be just fine,” Andy assured me.

  We stood there for a while longer, looking at what we had achieved, at how far we had come since that night I had run away from Manchester and a toxic marriage. I still expected to wake up at any minute, but for now, I was going to enjoy this. For as long as I possibly could.

  “So,” Andy whispered. “About those kids.”

  I giggled. “What about them?”

  His hands slid under my shirt, one snaking mischievously into my pants. “How about we get to work on that as soon as possible.”

  I let out a long sigh when his fingers found their way into my panties. “How soon?” I teased.

  “Like, now soon,” he replied, growling against my neck, tickling me. I laughed and pushed away from him. He quickly grabbed my arm, pulled me back, and swept me up into his arms. “Not so fast,” he said.

  “Put me down,” I laughed. “You’ll sprain your back.”

  “Right,” he said, rushing towards the stairs and carrying me up. “You just want an excuse to run.”

  “Seriously, Andy, put me down.” I didn’t sound too convincing, though, laughing as he carried me into the bedroom.

  I was lying naked in his arms an hour later, spent and exhausted, with a satisfied smile on my face. He held me close, his hand gently rubbing my back.

  “You know what?” he whispered. “If this really is a dream, you gotta admit, it’s a pretty damn good one.”

  I sighed and pressed closer to him.

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Entangled

  Blurb

  Mr. Tanner was my dad’s best friend and I can’t get him out of my head and…

  I know I should stay away from him.

  And age difference isn’t the only thing that is concerning.

  He parted ways with my dad,

  And I can’t seem to get enough of his seductive smile.

  Oh…those baby blue eyes and HARD abs..

  Trust me, they are a treat to watch, and touch, and feel…

  It’s fun for now, but I want to enjoy it forever.

  I mean…I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right.

  Only if Daddy stops coming in between us.

  Chapter 1: Tanner

  It had been an exhausting day but extraordinarily rewarding. Today was the day I had taken my company to the next level, merging resources with a very powerful financial firm that was also looking to expand. This deal had been more than three years in the making and had probably even started when the company was in its infancy. At least, that was when I’d made my contacts with Howard Financial.

  We had met at a networking event with my old partner, Dean Markus, who was strong-minded in marketing and finance but had always lacked the motivation to make the difficult decisions and put his work above his family. Dean and I had been best friends since before college, meeting at a mixer for future business owners. We both had somewhat of an entrepreneurial attitude and seemed to match up perfectly. It wasn’t long after business school that we started MJ Marketing & Finance.

  The company was a hybrid, something no one had seen before. We had combined our expertise and provided a full-frontal approach to handling corporate finance and one of the most important aspects of a company’s future, marketing. What people in each of the different sectors didn’t seem to realize was the bigger picture showed how one really moved the other one forward. Everything was working well until it was time to make some hard growth decisions that would push Dean further from his family, and it resulted in a complete blow up of our relationship. Me, I had learned my lesson about women when I married my ex and realized she was using me for money, not love. So, business always came first for me, which was the reason my company had become so successful.

  After the fight, Dean and I couldn’t seem to compr
omise, so we dissolved our partnership, and I retained the rights to the name, paying out a good sum of money for the rest of the company assets. It was the right choice for me, but I knew it was the right choice for Dean as well, though he never forgave me for it, and we had barely spoken in the last ten years. I guess you win some and you lose some, which was exactly the motto I had to adopt to keep myself sane with the company.

  I grew MJ through the roof and managed to make a billion-dollar company out of a very small investment. It was worth it to me to live the bachelor life and keep all the hassles of a wife and kids at bay for the sake of the company. Dean could have never made some of the tough choices I made, and that was okay, because the company was completely mine. I was the only one who would feel the burden and reap the benefits of those tough sacrifices. It was the best thing I’d done for myself, though I do wish we could have kept our friendship.

  As I raised my glass and smiled at the CEO of the third party, I knew exactly what I was doing. That old man was ready to give in and give up. It was only a matter of time. Once that happened, I would be able to move the company in the direction I saw fit. I was already making myself comfortable with the board members coming in, and in time, they would trust me just like my board members had. I seldom made a mistake when it came to business, and that was the true line that kept them tethered to me. They knew I wouldn’t make a spur of the moment, off-the-cuff decision, and my stats on positive improvements in the company lent me their ears when it came time to make a decision. It was rare that I couldn’t sway them to my choice, which was exactly what I had done with old Mr. Consworth of the financial firm we were merging with. I’d gained his confidence, and he swayed right in with the rest of them. I was damn good at my job.

  When everyone else had decided to retire, I shook their hands and let them know I was looking forward to getting the merger process started. I had an entire team of project managers standing by to get things underway. I’d also brought in a new assistant financial consultant who happened to be Dean’s daughter. Hiring her was dangerous since he was not going to be happy about it and would do his best to cause problems if he found out, but she’d graduated top of her class with her MBA, and I needed a go-getter like her. I offered and she’d accepted, so that was definitely something that would help us get higher up as things went along. She started on Monday, when the departments would start finding out about the status of the merger.

  I watched the last of the old geezers walk joyfully from the building, their fur coat covered wives in tow. The bar was calling my name, and I needed to relax after a night of fake smiles and even faker laughs. This was the only time I wished I had a significant other who could take the attention off me. Then again, after seeing the tiny, blonde cocktail waitress with giant tits bouncing across the restaurant, I remembered why I was constantly single. I ordered a whiskey on the rocks and sat on the bar stool, looking up at the television and glancing to my left as she approached the bar. The bartender served my drink and then walked over to the service area, talking the waitress.

  “I’m finally off,” she said with a sigh.

  “You want a drink?”

  “Sure,” she chirped. “Anything that will get my mind off how slow it was in the restaurant tonight.”

  She walked past me, meeting my eyes and smiling flirtatiously. She sat down on the stool next to me and watched as the bartender poured her a rum and coke. I looked up at the bartender and nodded my head, pointing to the drink, and signaling to put it on my tab. She stuck her cocktail straw in the soda and sipped, turning toward me.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “Not a problem.” I smiled and let my eyes move down her sexy body. She was everything I wanted in my bed for a night. “A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to work so hard.”

  “Mmm,” she said, swallowing visibly. She was nervous. I loved it. “In a fairy tale world.”

  We sat there for almost an hour, talking, drinking, and taking shots. By the fourth shot, she had taken off her work shirt and sat there with her large breasts bouncing around in her white tank top. I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the top as she leaned forward and rubbed her hand up my leg, giggling at whatever I had just said. As the alcohol flowed, she flirted relentlessly before standing up and leaning into my ear.

  “Follow me,” she whispered, grabbing me by the wrist.

  I stood up and put my napkin in my drink, signifying I’d be right back. We walked quietly through the crowd that had now turned into a bar crowd and entered through a small door to the back right. I looked around the dusty room, some type of storage room. I turned back toward the blonde standing there in her black skirt and tank top and raised my eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

  “You showing me around or—”

  “Shhh,” she said, stepping close and grabbing onto the waist of my pants.

  I watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, grabbing a cushion from one of the stacked patio chairs and putting it under her knees. She reached up and slowly lowered my zipper, smiling up at me as she unfastened the button and yanked my pants around my ankles. She reached up and pulled her tank top down, letting her tits spring out and bounce up and down. Her hand ran slowly across my cock, and she giggled as it pulsated beneath my boxer briefs. She pulled them down and smiled as my erection sprung out, bouncing up and down in front of her face. She licked her lips as if she were about to lick a gigantic lollipop.

  Immediately, she brought her hand up and ran it over the head and down the shaft, grasping it at the base and leaning forward. She licked the tip and lifted it upward, running her tongue from the base to the top, sending shivers down my spine. She pressed her juicy red lips against the head and used it to force her mouth wide open, taking my cock deep into her throat and then raising her head back up. I looked down, chuckling at the ring of red lipstick around the base of my cock, and then watched her blonde hair move back over it again. I leaned back against the wall and put my hands behind my neck, closing my eyes and concentrating on the feeling.

  As my dick reached the back of her throat, the muscles tensed around it. She sucked hard as her mouth moved back up, and I groaned loudly. I could feel her lips move into a smile as she reached up and cradled my balls, rolling them in her hand like stress balls. She liked me to watch her. I could tell when I opened my eyes and looked down to see her watery stare looking back at me. One of her hands was on my nuts, and the other was between her legs, rubbing against her blue satin panties. I bit my lip and stared deeply at her, the intensity itself making me want to come all over her face. She was hot, but not in a classy way, more like a trashy waitress kind of way. The kind of way that made me want to bend her over and fuck her, but felt safer just letting her suck my cock.

  I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head, wrapping my fingers around her hair. She had started to bob her head up and down faster and faster, and I pushed hard against her, forcing her to linger at the base for several seconds before coming back up for air. As my dick cleared her throat, she moaned loudly, letting me know she liked that kind of control. I reached my other hand down and grabbed onto her head, creating two ponytails with her hair and using them as controls.

  “You focus on rubbing that pussy,” I whispered. “I’ll worry about fucking your mouth.”

  She opened her mouth wide and moved both hands into her panties, one fingering herself, and the other rubbing her clit. I immediately began to thrust my hips forward, holding her head still as I fucked that pouty, beautiful mouth of hers. She moaned loudly as she pushed herself closer to orgasm. I started to move her head faster and faster, feeding off the sounds echoing against my shaft. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes back as her fingers danced across her pussy. I could feel the heat in my stomach begin to explode, and I pulled back, stroking my cock with one hand and holding her head steady with the other. She smiled as she opened wide, looking up at me, a look that sent me straight over the edge. With
one last hard stroke, the pleasure moved through my body and streams of warm come shot from my cock and into her mouth.

  She moved her head forward, moaning lowly as the last of my come seeped from the head and over her lips. I leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily as I tucked my cock back in my pants. When I opened my eyes, she was swallowing and wiping her ruby red lips and chin. She pulled the straps up on her tank top and smiled at me, leaning into to kiss me on the cheek.

  “That was hot,” she whispered. “Let yourself out when you’re ready.”

  This was why I didn’t screw with commitment. This kind of chick was way less messy, in more ways than one.

  Chapter 2: Ava

  I was fortunate to be starting my first day at my first professional job only a week after graduating with my MBA. I mean, it wasn’t like I hadn’t worked my ass off in college. My father had instilled in me, from the time I was a child, that it was important to decide what I wanted before I was married, before I had kids, and before I had other people relying on me. He told me it was my life, and I could decide how to live it. He was a very smart man and had started a business with his best friend right after college.

  The money was amazing, the potential of the business growing all the time, but in the end, he wasn’t willing to give up his time with his family for the company. So, he and his best friend, Tanner, broke things off and went their separate ways. My father was brilliant with money and had saved enough to support us, keep us in the same lifestyle, and even have enough to leave in a trust fund for me whenever I wanted to have a family. My mother wasn’t thrilled at first, but once she realized she wouldn’t have to change her lifestyle, she went back to being only half as unpleasant.