Regency Romance: A Duchess in Disguise (Historical 19th Century Victorian Romance) (Duke Fantasy Billionaire Romance)

by Sarah Thorn

  “That’s a good thing. Tell me your name.”

  Colt laughed. “I don’t love you. I love to fuck you, but I don’t love you.”

  Sherry heard that, and for some reason, it stung, even though she was pretty sure she didn’t love him either.

  Colt went on. “I was in a bad relationship too. She was a nice chick. Good lay but she just wanted too much from me. Kids. Getting married. I’m not that type of guy.”

  Sherry laughed. “I can tell.”

  They laughed.

  A week or so passed after that, and Colt knew he needed to break things off with Sherry. He was starting to really like her, and he was wanting more from their relationship. He wasn’t ready for all of that and wasn’t ready for another woman to be wanting him to change his ways. If there was going to be a future with Sherry, surely she would want him to stop fighting, and drinking, and worse yet, maybe hang up the biking gear and get a real job. Colt had barely graduated high school; there was no way he could hold down some nine to five.

  He showed up to her apartment when he knew she would be done with work. The sky was the deep purple of evening, and when she answered the door, she was in a towel, fresh from a shower or bath. He hadn’t planned on fucking her one last time, but as soon as she saw him, she dropped the towel, and he was lost in her body.

  He took it more gently, knowing it might be the last time he slept with her. His kisses were tender, as was his touch. His fingertips traced along her collar bones, down to her nipples. He planted a kiss on her lips and then trailed downwards, down over one of her breasts, and dropping to his knees just inside the door so he could kiss down her flat tummy, and along her shaved pubic area. She lifted a leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and bending his neck, he could trail his tongue along her wet slit.

  The tip of his tongue was like velvet as it flicked back and forth over her engorged clit. No man had ever eaten her out while she was standing, and the whole thing was so exotic and tender, that it wasn’t long before she was coming, her juices flowing over his chin as he sucked on her clit and her fingers gripped into his hair.

  He stood and undressed, and they went into her bedroom. She tried to take charge, tried to be rough, attempting to push him back so she could ride him, but he took her by the wrist and guided her, so she was lying down.

  “You going to fuck me?” Sherry breathed in the purple light that came flowing in through the bedroom window.

  “I’m going to make love to you,” Colt corrected her, and he moved atop of her, kissing her deeply as he used his hand to guide himself into her.

  The biker usually fucked her hard, his hips flying, their pelvis meeting and slapping audibly together in a blur, but now he was pushing deep inside her slowly, and when his skin met hers he pulled back, almost pulling fully from her pussy.

  “Oh God,” Sherry said, wrapping her legs around him as he rocked slowly atop her, pushing in and out.

  His lips explored her body, her neck, her lips, her breasts, anything they could reach. She came again, her pussy spasming around his cock, and still he rocked slowly, unwilling to give in to the urge to just fuck her hard and fast.

  She ran her hands along his back, and then down along his side, feeling the muscles there. When he was about to come, he pressed his lips to hers, their mouths open together and his cock jumped once, twice, three times inside of her, filling her with his seed.

  They lay together then in the darkness, the purple of evening having given way to the black of night while they made love. Colt fell asleep inside of her.

  In the morning, he broke things off with her.

  “Are you serious?” she asked, fresh from a shower and getting dressed for work. He sat naked on the edge of her bed, watching her pull stockings on.

  “It’s just… over,” he said with a shrug. He was trying to look as though he didn’t care, but the truth was it hurt him to call it all off.

  “Fuck you, get out,” Sherry said, and she tossed his clothes to him.

  He didn’t argue; he didn’t even speak. He just dressed and left.

  A month went by. Sherry missed him, realizing that for her at least, it had ended up being more than just sex. He was a bad boy, he did bad things, idiotic things, but she knew the real him. He had shown her his true side. He was kind; he was caring. His father had been a biker, he had grown up in a certain life, and he had ended up just like his father, a man who was in prison and would be for the rest of his life.

  And then Sherry missed her period. She let it stretch on for a week, but finally, she couldn’t put it off any longer and she bought a pregnancy test and took it. She was pregnant.

  Another month went on, and she went to the doctor. The baby was healthy, growing well, and would be there right around Christmas. Sherry smiled when the doctor told her this, but in her car in the parking lot outside of the clinic, she cried. What was she going to do?

  There was no question about who the father was. Colt may have been sleeping with other women while they were together; she didn’t know one way or the other, but since moving to Happy, he was the only man she had been with.

  She would keep the baby; she knew that much. After a few days of deliberation, she decided Colt needed to know, and he needed to help her. She went to Earl’s one Saturday night.

  Colt was there, in front of his fellow Vipers. They laughed and drank, and Colt had a young blonde girl on his lap, wearing a short skirt, and as anyone could very plainly see, no panties.

  Colt saw Sherry but didn’t move to come speak with her. That was okay to Sherry, she wanted to say what she had to say in front of a crowd, so they would all know. Maybe his friends would talk sense into Colt if he reacted the way she feared. She walked to his table and the talking stopped, and every man and woman there looked at her.

  “I’m pregnant,” she said, looking only at Colt. From the corner of her eye, she could see some mouths drop open.

  Colt just laughed. “Congratulations.”

  “It’s yours.”

  “I’m too young and good looking to be a father,” Colt cracked, and the other Viper’s all laughed.

  “I need your help.”

  “I’ll pay for the abortion.”

  “I’m keeping it,” Sherry said, anger rising in her voice.

  “I don’t care. I won’t have anything to do with it. You’re probably just lying, trying to get me to take you back. It was just about sex, Love. I like to fuck.”

  Tears stung Sherry’s eyes, salty and hot, and she realized she had been an idiot. Of course, he would be like that. He wouldn’t ever do the right thing. She turned and hurried out of the bar.

  6

  Days passed, and Colt felt worse and worse. He had played the part in front of his friends. He had said what he was expected to say, not what he had really wanted to say. He had a few days to focus on what Sherry had said. She was pregnant. It was his. He could be a father, maybe a better one than his own old man. Surely he could do better than that asshole ever had. He could teach the kid right and wrong. Be there for him or her. Like his own father never had been.

  He made up his mind, and he went to see Sherry. He knocked on her door one evening, but she didn’t answer. He knew she was home; her car was parked in the parking lot behind the apartment.

  “Sherry, I want to apologize,” he said.

  She didn’t speak to him. Eventually, he left.

  He came back the next night, and then the next. A week of that went by, and on the ninth straight evening of him coming to speak to her, she let him in. She was dressed in sweatpants and an oversized tee shirt. Her belly was already showing.

  “What?” she asked as he stood in her living room and she sat on the couch. He rubbed his arms. He was heavily tattooed, and he suddenly doubted he looked like most fathers.

  “I want to make it work,” he said.

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  Sherry sighed. “I don’t need you.”

  “I fell in love with
you. That’s why I ended it. I fell in love with you, and I freaked out,” Colt said.

  “That’s nice,” Sherry said. Her face was one of anger and sadness, a perfect mix.

  “Come with me to Earl’s,” he asked. “I want you there for something.”

  “You aren’t serious,” Sherry said.

  “Please?”

  She sighed but relented. She drove her car, and he led the way on his motorcycle. They went inside, and the Vipers that were there drinking were surprised to see them together.

  Colt stepped to the head of the table. Sherry hung back, arms over her belly protectively.

  “I’m resigning as president of the Vipers,” Colt said, and the other members gasped.

  “Why?” Davey asked.

  “I want to be a father. I want to be with the woman I love,” Colt said, turning to look at Sherry. “It’s time I do the right thing. I love you all, I always will, but sometimes… you just have to grow up, and do what’s right.”

  The Vipers begged him not to go, and they angrily indicated Sherry was behind it all, but Colt told them to shut up and deal with his decision. He and Sherry walked out of the bar. She turned on him by her car, and jabbed a finger in his face.

  “You think that’s enough?” she asked. “Enough to make me forgive what you said? How you acted? Colt, you have to be real.”

  “Rupert,” the man said softly.

  “What?”

  “My name is Rupert.”

  Sherry looked at him, and her mouth fell open. “Rupert?”

  “I know, it’s stupid. It was my great grandfather’s name. I never liked it.”

  Sherry burst into laughter. “It makes you sound British.”

  “I know, I know.”

  “I see why you go by Colt.”

  “Are you going to keep making fun of me?”

  Sherry stopped laughing, but she went back to looking stern. “You deserve it.”

  “I know I do.”

  “I love you too, by the way.”

  Colt smiled, and the pregnant woman stepped into his arms. They kissed.

  They were married near Halloween, with a small service that had her family and friends from Oklahoma, and his side was all big biker guys with leather vests and with long gray beards.

  The baby came six days before Christmas, and Colt teased Sherry, making it seem as though he wanted the little boy to be named Rupert like him.

  “I don’t think so, Rupert,” Sherry said from the bed, holding the little pink baby to her chest.

  “At least, it’s not a girl,” Colt said. “I couldn’t deal with calling my daughter Love.”

  “Come on, be serious. Help me think of a name.”

  “How about Viper?”

  Sherry laughed. “Are you ever going to grow up?”

  “Did you think I would ever grow up this much?” Colt asked, and Sherry grinned and shook her head.

  “No,” she said.

  Colt leaned down and kissed her, and then he pressed his lips to his son’s tiny forehead. He still looked mean, covered in tattoos, and he favored jeans and tee shirts, and his anger rose up in him sometimes. But looking down at the woman he loved and their son, Colt knew he would never go back to the man he had been.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – What the Boss Wants, He Gets

  Colten Lewis looked at his watch. He hated tardiness. He looked up at the tatty apartment building and imagined what it would look like when his builders had finished with it. The rental income from the luxury apartments would be much higher than it was now. How could a real estate owner let a building in such a prime location get so dilapidated, he wondered? All the tenants would have to leave. There would be protests no doubt. The usual ban the bomb, support mass immigration assholes would turn up. Then there would be the press reporting what a bad man he was for putting old ladies and families with handicapped kids on the streets. They always took that line, the press. But not one of the journalists had ever bothered to scratch the surface and see what Colten really did with tenants he wanted to move. Most of them got more cash than they could earn in a lifetime, and if they went without making a fuss, he always rehoused them in much better accommodation. The problem was if you had to move three hundred tenants there were always a couple that chained themselves to the front door in protest. Most of those that protested had never done a days work in their lives. Colten called them freeloaders. People who lived on welfare and feigned illness so they would never have to work.

  ''You're late,'' Colten said as he got out of his chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. ''The price has just gone down a hundred grand.''

  ''Sorry Colten. Bloody traffic,'' Jim Nail said. Jim was old now, and he could no longer run a credible business. It had all become too fast for him. The deals were more complicated than in years gone by. In those days, you shook a man's hand, and the deal was done, no clowning around with lots of lawyers. At seventy-six, he'd decided to sell his portfolio, and he intended to sell most of it to Colten. He knew Colten would drive a hard bargain, but Colten was trustworthy and did what he said he would do.

  ''You're not walking too well Jim,'' Colten observed.

  ''Gout,'' Jim replied.

  ''Not surprised all the alcohol you pour down your neck.''

  Colten was one hard son-of-a-bitch, but he was straight and fair. Jim laughed to himself when he remembered what his wife always said when she talked about Colten. Great mind, great body, great catch.

  ''Where's that lovely PA you used to have? Every time I call your office I get some guy on the phone,'' Jim asked.

  ''Fired her,'' Colten said coolly.

  ''Why. She was hot and efficient. Why would you fire such a good advert for your company?''

  ''Because she didn't do what she was told,'' Colten replied.

  ''You mean she wouldn't let you screw her.''

  ''That would be very wrong of me as a boss,'' Colten said.

  ''But true, nonetheless,'' Jim added. Colten smiled.

  ''Anyhow I've got a new PA starting Monday. If you thought the last one was nice, you've gotta see this one.''

  *****

  ''Are you nervous Avaline?'' Penny asked.

  ''No, why should I be?'' Avaline Francis replied as she put the finishing touches to her nails.

  ''Maybe you've forgotten, but you start your first job tomorrow. You know, at CL Real Estate?''

  ''How could I forget,'' Avaline replied.

  Avaline and Penny shared a student apartment in a seedy area of Los Angeles. Not that either of them was still a student. They had both recently finished secretarial college and found jobs. Penny had passed a casting shoot and was soon to star in a porn movie with one of America's hottest adult actors. Avaline had also given the idea of porn some thought but decided it was degrading. When she'd gone to pick Penny up from the studio, the director had begged Avaline to take her clothes off, but she'd refused.

  ''It's such a pity. You're really hot, look at your sexy legs and those boobs,'' he'd said.

  Avaline wondered how a gay man could possibly judge her, but apparently he was one of the world's best adult movie makers, so he must know a thing or two.

  ''You'll have to sit in an office and take orders while I travel the world to exotic locations.''

  ''Crap. The furthest you'll get is Brighton Beach where a well hung Russian will shag your brains out and come all over your belly,'' Avaline said. ''And besides no man tells me what to do. Remember John and what happened to him?''

  How could I forget Penny thought? Poor John. He'd been Avaline's boyfriend for years, and although she'd cheated on him numerous times, he'd never found out. When he'd told her, he didn't like her new hairstyle she'd gone crazy. First, she'd taken a picture of his manhood while he was asleep and posted it on Facebook under the heading, ''Small Cock for Sale.'' Then she'd taken all his clothes and stuffed them down a drain outside the apartment.

  Penny looked at Avaline. She was a very be
autiful woman. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and they were as shapely as any woman's. She had long, natural, blonde hair and a smile that no man seemed able to resist.

  ''Out in the real world, I think you'll find it's different, especially in the business world.'' Penny took the pot of nail varnish Avaline had handed her and began to paint her own nails. '' There are a lot of very hard men around. You won't be able to click your fingers and have them fall to their knees like you did with all the others you've had.''

  ''I've never met a man strong enough to resist me yet. I can twist them all around my little finger. All I have to do is show a bit of leg and flutter my eyes and the poor creatures buckle.''

  ''You're so wrong; you'll find out sometime.''

  *****

  Avaline looked at her watch; she was five minutes late. CL Real Estate was located in a huge glass fronted building in downtown LA. Colten's company occupied the top three floors, and the rest of the building was occupied by various companies from banks to shipping companies. By the time she got to the top floor she was ten minutes late.

  ''Hi I'm Avaline Francis, I'm starting work as Mr. Lewis' PA today,'' she said to the woman behind the magnificent reception desk.

  ''He's expecting you. Through that door there.''

  Avaline looked behind her and saw a double glass door. It led to a smaller office with a desk, which she assumed was hers. Another door led from that office to Colten's. She knocked and entered.

  ''You're late. Your first day, and you're late. I would have thought you would have been twenty minutes early. That's what I expect.''

  He was tall and dark, and she noticed his nose had been broken at some time. It wasn't crooked but flatter than most men's. She hadn't met him at the interview; he'd asked his personnel department to chose a few suitable candidate. He'd taken two things into consideration when hiring her. First, what the personnel department had to say and second the way she looked on the photo they gave him of her.

  ''Sorry,'' she said.

  ''That's your desk out in the small office. You don't come in here unless I call you. Is that clear?''