by Ruby Forrest
“Dean, p-please,” she begged as he pounded in and out in a slow but deep method. “Please, fuck me. I n-need it. I fucking want you, damn it.”
He quickly obliged and turned her over, taking her from behind. In this position she was submitting to him but at the same time she was the most excited. When he pounded in her whole body shuddered and shook and she screamed in pure euphoria. Her vision had begun to go blank and Kayla’s thoughts drowned in the moment of pleasure.
***
When she finally came to, they were lying in the bed, spooning with her back to his chest. She could feel his cock against her butt and thighs and Dean was warmly embracing her with his right hand slowly, methodically massaging her breast.
“Dean,” she finally asked after resting for a few minutes.
“Hm?”
She reached up to his hand and squeezed, putting pressure on her breast. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“You could have simply just asked.”
She shrugged, “I couldn’t. I didn’t want to sound desperate. I know you can afford to dump girls, find more girls and keep on going. Why limit yourself to just one pussy for the rest of your life, right? There are so many fish in the sea. But honestly, I’ve been desperate.”
“What do you mean?” he asked as he moved his hand down to her pussy, gently sliding his finger between the folds of her flesh.
“To be honest with you, I’ve been doing everything I can to keep you interested in me. I just fear you’d get bored and leave me.”
Dean hugged her tight as he replied, “Hush... you don’t need to feel that way now. I promise I will always be right here for you. I am never going to leave you or let you go.”
“I sound like a desperate slut.”
“No, you sound like someone in love,” he corrected her and for the first time Kayla realized that he was right. Sofia was saying it but she never bought into it but then again people only do dumb things when they’re in love. Kayla loved Dean.
“I do love you,” she told him. “I love you so much it’s infuriating. Out of all the guys I could fall for I had to fall for the rich, playboy asshole with a dark secret.”
Dean turned her over so she would face him and he looked straight into her eyes as he whispered, “I love you too.”
“You only like me because I do what you want in bed,” Kayla responded.
He shook his head, “I mean it. I like how you cook pancakes in the morning, I love how you know exactly what kind of movies I like to watch and I appreciate how you’re willing to experiment in sexual things you’d normally never try. You always find a reason to keep trying, even when you’ve already discovered things about me that would normally disgust and turn off any other girl.”
“You’re just saying all that,” Kayla didn’t want to fall for his tricks. The hard part was that by looking into his eyes she almost believed every word he said.
Dean wasn’t giving up though. “I’m serious,” he told her. “I’d give it all up for you.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t deprive you of the things you like. I don’t mind you running your little BDSM ring. You can have your little games.”
“I wouldn’t be a really good boyfriend if I keep my girl at home while I go punishing a naked slut in the basement.”
Kayla smiled and said, “I’m your girlfriend. She’s just a slut for other people to own and dominate and break. No matter what you do to me, I won’t break.”
“That’s like saying you’re my wife,” he commented with a chuckle. “You really are proposing to me, aren’t you?”
“Shut up,” she answered and laughed at him. She felt genuinely happy and content. This was why she couldn’t just give up on Dean. He made her feel complete and it was weird considering all the other things he was. Sure, he was a playboy and he had a strange fetish but when they were just making love and laying down talking she felt like a complete human being. He filled an empty hole that had been gnawing at her soul for so long.
Dean gave her nipple a twist but it wasn’t rough or too tight, just enough to make her gasp and moan a little.
“Thank you,” she told him as she reached up and held onto his hand.
“For letting you abduct my free will and agreeing to not-marry but marry you as we fuck like wild animals in my own bedroom? Sure, you’re welcome,” Dean answered sarcastically. “On a more serious note, it’s no problem. You’re a one of a kind girl, so I’m not really complaining.”
Kayla didn’t really know if she should believe him but so far he was keeping true to his word and despite having wild, rough sex he did not insist on treating her like a BDSM submissive. He knew his boundaries with her and that showed some level of respect.
There’s hope for you yet, Dean Marshall. Kayla let him caress her body slowly, allowing herself to peacefully fall asleep. The last thing she recalled before her eyes shut and the darkness took over was the touch of his fingertips dancing on her thighs. It was a pleasant sensation and it brought a smile to her face right
as she nodded off.
Chapter Eight
“I can’t believe it worked,” Sofia said as she flicked the television on. She and Kayla were in Dean’s bedroom. “All your kinky sex shit and spying actually worked. Good thing he didn’t just get mad and force you to leave or something.”
Kayla laid on the bed, right next to Sofia, and fumbled with her phone and replied, “I think he was mad at first, for like the first few minutes. Then I put my foot down and said ‘son, you ain’t fucking any bitch but me.’”
They both laughed and Sofia browsed through the channels. Nothing seemed to pique her interest.
“You got a Netflix account or something?” Sofia asked. “Nothing good’s on.”
“Yeah,” Kayla said and took the remote control. As she was logging in she said, “I don’t know where it’s going though. I mean, sure, I glued my spot to him for now but I don’t know if it’s a real relationship or if I’m just like the unloved wife that he fucks at night.”
Sofia looked at her with a twisted, disgusted expression, “The unloved wife he fucks at night? Where in the world did you pick that line up?”
“Bitch,” Kayla replied. “You know what I mean. He goes out, has fun, and then when he comes home he screws me simply because he has to. Like how a guy might fuck his wife at home just to shut her up and so she won’t think he’s cheating on her with some young, dandy slut he met in a bar.”
“Does it even matter? You still got what you wanted.”
“It matters,” Kayla told her friend. “I love him.”
Silence covered them like a blanket and Kayla knew Sofia was processing the thought in her head. Sofia did say Kayla was falling in love but now it was a reality. They had been friends since middle school and this was honestly the first time Kayla ever admitted being in love with a guy and it just had to be the richest asshole they ever met.
“Y-you just said that, right? You just said you love Dean Marshall?” Sofia had to make sure she got it right.
Kayla nodded.
“All right, the world is coming to an end,” Sofia concluded. “This is it. I’m done. Kayla’s fallen in love. I’ve done my job well.”
Kayla laughed and punched her friend softly on the shoulder, “Shut up. I can’t really believe it either, you know? I mean, I had so many other chances before and here I am getting all warm and tingly for fucking Dean. He’s the kind of guy you laugh at in parties and shit but I’m tying myself to him instead of walking away.”
“You can’t control who you fall for,” Sofia commented but Kayla noticed it was in a soft, melancholic tone.
“You okay?”
Sofia tried but failed to grin back, “Yeah. I just thought you’d marry me.”
That broke Kayla’s heart. “I’m always here,” she told her best friend. “Always.”
“Yeah, but you’re not mine anymore. You might even marry this son of a bitch seeing h
ow you’re so head over heels for him.”
It made Kayla feel a little guilty. Sofia admitted she had a thing for Kayla a few years back and they did honestly try to be together but Kayla just didn’t feel it. She loved the sex and Sofia was the sweetest person she ever dated but it wouldn’t work. Kayla was straight and she wanted guys, no matter how hard she’d try to give it her all for Sofia.
“I’m sorry So,” Kayla told her friend and planted a kiss on Sofia’s cheek. “I promise, you can always come over and bang me like a freak any time of the week.”
Sofia found some consolation in that, “Hey, as long as we both stay happy right? Maybe Dean will want to watch sometime.”
“Fuck you,” Kayla said flatly. “Don’t give us ideas. I like how it is now.”
“Speaking of how it is,” Sofia pointed out, “do you live here now?”
“Oh, yeah I do. He’s been helping me move my stuff here. I still got some shit left back at the apartment like my fridge and stuff. I told him we can just hire a moving company but he insisted on doing it himself.”
Sofia nodded and went back to watching TV, “At least he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend. Remember David? Man, fuck that asshole. I couldn’t care less about how rich he was. He was such an asshole.”
“Hey, you sure you’re okay here on your own?” Kayla asked as she got up. She had to leave and Dean was probably already at their meeting place, waiting for her.
“I know my way out,” Sofia answered. She then pointed to her lips and puckered, “Bye. Have fun.”
Kayla gave her friend a kiss on the lips then started getting dressed. She was actually going out on a date with Dean, something she thought they’d never do. She had assumed she’d just be the girl he comes home to but never sees. This was a nice change of pace from just having sex in his mansion.
When she was ready, she left Sofia in the bedroom and drove out.
***
The theater center was already packed. She found Dean waiting in line to buy tickets.
“Dean Marshall, waiting in a line like everybody else,” she commented as she walked up to him. “I need to take a picture of this.”
He laughed and handed her their popcorn, “You didn’t think all I do is work and screw girls, right? I do have a hobby outside the bedroom.”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she replied and ate a handful of popcorn. “What movie are we watching?”
“It’s that new thing with George Clooney,” he answered, “a musical.”
Kayla’s eyes grew wide with excitement, “How’d you know I’d like this? I freaking love George Clooney.”
“Every chick loves George Clooney,” he told her. “Fortunately, so do I. You got everything ready at your place?”
“Yeah, everything’s boxed up.”
Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her closer, “How’s Sofia?”
“In our bedroom, watching shit on Netflix.”
“Using your account or mine?”
“Mine,” Kayla answered. “She’s been binging that show with Thandie Newton and Chris Pratt. I liked it but I only saw Season One so far.”
Dean hugged her tighter and asked, “How many seasons are there now?”
“Four,” Kayla answered. “I couldn’t continue watching because I diverted back to finishing up Game of Thrones. Then I started watching that weird sci-fi thing you recommended last night.”
“Firefly?”
She nodded, “I like it. The writing is really good but it’s kind of obvious that the budget wasn’t really up to par. It would’ve been better if they made it a few years later. Like a decade later.”
“You know the guy that made it made The Avengers movie right?”
“No freaking way,” Kayla commented. “That’s some cool trivia.”
Dean laughed in agreement and stood behind her, this time hugging her with both arms around her waist.
Kayla felt a warm sense of satisfaction begin to flood her senses as she stood in that line with Dean’s arms around her. She was actually happy and in a relationship, two things she never thought would go together. To make it even more amazing was the fact she achieved it with someone like Dean Marshall, the epitome of a rich, privileged bad boy.
She looked up at him and found him looking back at her. She knew deep inside he still had some secrets and issues locked away but those could be stripped bit by bit. She knew she could trust him now. She knew she had him. She loved him.
The line started moving and they made their way inside. As they walked into the darkness and to their seats Kayla let her mind drift into a well of peace. She was happy, she was content and she was not going to let this feeling go.
“Dean,” she called right as they sat down.
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
Dean hugged her tight, gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “I love you too. I do.”
That was all she wanted to hear. She squeezed his hands as they turned to the screen and watched.
THE END
REBOUND
Chapter 1
Lucas Ramirez groaned as he realized that the coach was going to make them run another mile, probably just for kicks. At twenty-three, Lucas knew that the odds were stacked against him as the youngest player on the team. Most people don’t get picked up fresh out of college, but he lucked out. But that wasn’t the only reason the odds were stacked against him. Lucas was also half Spanish, and he knew that it set him at a bit of a disadvantage because although most people would be horrified if you mentioned race within the NBA, he knew it was very much a thing. It wasn’t obvious, but he noticed the way some of his teammates snickered at the way he pronounced certain letters, and how they elbowed each other when they caught a glimpse of his Spanish flag tattoo. Maybe it was a bit cheesy, but he liked that tattoo. He hadn’t been to his country in five years, and he missed it terribly, but he knew that he was where he needed to be to make his dreams come true.
At 5’7’’ he was taller than most of the guys on the team which earned him respect, and with his jet black hair, chocolate brown eyes and fit physique most women would glance his way when he walked past.
He had a reputation for being the ladies’ man, and he enjoyed it.
It didn’t hurt too that once he threw in a word or two in Spanish, women would practically drool over him. It definitely didn’t hurt to be a Spaniard in America.
Lucas panted as his breathing began to turn a little ragged due to the fact that the coach had been over working them lately in preparation for the big game on Friday. He knew that the coach was doing what he thought needed to be done, but running the team ragged before the big game was only going to make them exhausted by the time the actual game would roll around.
He took in a huge gulp of air as he finally made it past the first mile, and he threw himself onto the wet grass and breathed deeply.
“Good job, Ramirez,” The Coach practically tossed at him as he jotted something down on his clipboard. With side burns, a patch of receding blonde hair and a physique of someone who used to be in shape, Coach Carter looked like he was tough as nails on the outside, and for the most part he was, but only those on his team knew that he was a big softie on the inside. He was like a surrogate father to most of them, and they loved him even more for it.
Unable to do much, Ramirez simply grunted and gave his Coach a thumbs up as he waited for his lungs to stop feeling like they were on fire. The blood stopped pounding in his ears, and his lungs finally felt functional a few minutes later, and he raised his head a millimeter as he watched the rest of his teammates slowly cross the first mile and collapse much like he did.
“That was some fast running, Spanish,” one of his teammates, Keith threw at him as he grabbed a bottle of water. He screwed the cap open before he dumped the water all over his hair and shook it off.
Some of the other teammates yelled out insults at him as some of the drop
lets of water landed on their bodies, but most of them were too tired to actually do anything about it.
Lucas watched him carefully wondering if this was another one of their pranks, or if he generally meant it.
“Thanks, dude,” he offered cautiously as he threw himself back on the ground to gaze at the sun. He and Keith had been teammates for months now, but this was the first time he had spoken to Keith directly. He knew all about him of course, half English, half American with a legendary reputation with the ladies much like himself until he found out he had a kid.
That seemed to be the case with two other members as well, Blake and Mark.
He wondered how the hell they had managed to get themselves into this situation, and he thanked his lucky stars that he was fortunate enough to have avoided that scenario.
Although he never forgot the fact that he almost ended up in that very same position.
Her name was Lorena De la Vega.
She was a fiery brunette who had lived just across the street from him in Madrid, and her liquid grey eyes somehow managed to entice him. At the tender age of seventeen, he was convinced that he was in love. But, what he confused for love was probably nothing but lust and teenage hormones.
Lucas pulled the brakes on that train of thought as he slowly began to backtrack to whatever he was thinking about before that.
He tuned in just in time to hear his teammates talk about getting together later for a game of pool at this pub off Lincoln Boulevard.
“Can you play, Spanish?” Keith asked casually as he watched him.
Lucas froze as he realized for the first time that Keith was actually having a conversation with him that didn’t involve barking out tactics during a group huddle. The rest of the teammates seemed unaffected by the conversation, but he could tell by the way they tried to seem too nonchalant that they were actually listening.
