Bad Seed

by Rye Hart

  Michael released an animalistic growl and lifted me upward. He settled me on his lap, rubbing my dripping wet pussy against his cock. I moaned as he pressed against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with need.

  My dress was hoisted up around my hips, but that wasn’t enough for Michael. He quickly unzipped the back and then lifted the material over my head. Our bare skin finally touched, and it felt like fire licked against my skin.

  When he slid inside me, I bucked my hips forward and moaned desperately. Michael rocked his hips upward, slamming into me with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the anticipation of having to wait all night to be alone. Whatever it was, we were both so desperate for each other that we could barely think.

  Michael fucked me hard, thrusting his hips upward while I rode his cock. I threw my head back and gave him access to my tits, so that he could bite and lick my nipples. I let my body take control, seeking out another release.

  “Fuck me, Michael!” I screamed. “Fuck me!”

  “Jesus Christ.” Michael groaned. “Holy shit, Julie.”

  When I came for the second time, my pussy clamped around his cock and made my entire body shake violently. Michael still wasn’t finished with me, and already, the pleasure reached down to my toes.

  I held onto him tightly, riding out the orgasm while he continued to take me harder and harder.

  “Oh my god,” I whimpered. “Holy shit.”

  “Shower?” Michael whispered in my ear.

  I nodded, but couldn’t speak. My entire body was trembling with pleasure. My head was still spinning from the alcohol. Michael lifted me to my feet, and we hurried toward the bathroom, both laughing as we ran.

  Michael’s hands never left my body. He slapped my ass and groped my tits, caressed my skin and growled in my ear. When he reached around me to turn on the shower, his lips grazed mine, and I shivered again.

  I grabbed him around the neck and kissed him hard. He held onto me for a second, his lips lashing against mine until his cock became needier than he could control.

  “Come here,” he said roughly.

  He whipped me around and pressed my tits and stomach against the bathroom wall. His fingers slid around my waist, flirting with my clit while he pushed his cock into me from behind.

  “Oh fuck!” I screamed out.

  Michael rocked his hips forward and bit my shoulder. I cried out his name and pressed my ass back against him while the shower water warmed up.

  After he pulled me into the shower, he lifted me into the air and lowered me onto his dick. I held tightly to the shower wall while he bounced me up and down.

  I came for a third time, then a fourth. I don’t know how long Michael and I spent changing positions that night, but by the time Michael finished once, my entire body was weak with exhaustion. And yet, I never wanted him to stop. I could have stayed in that shower riding his dick all night long.

  “That was…” Michael began as we dried off and slowly made our way to the bed.

  I collapsed backward onto the pillows, Michael climbing up beside me. We each reached for each other at the same time. Michael pulled me to him. I cradled my head against his chest, and he traced his fingertips over my still-trembling skin.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered.

  “You bring it out in me,” Michael said, speaking just as softly.

  All the animal need from earlier seemed to vanish as we held each other. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about seeking pleasure. It was more than that. It was deeper.

  Michael kissed the top of my head and played with my hair while my eyes fluttered closed. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and, when we woke the next morning, his grip on me was even tighter than before.

  CHAPTER 16

  MICHAEL

  My head was buzzing as I slowly opened my eyes. Julie was still asleep next to me, curled on her side and still naked from the night before. I groaned and rolled away from the window to block out the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My head was already starting to pound with the beginnings of a hangover. After everything I drank the night before, I wasn’t surprised that my body was protesting this morning.

  With another groan, I squeezed my eyes closed and rubbed my temples. I hadn’t felt this hungover since college.

  “You’re awake,” Julie said softly. I rolled back over to face her. She was smiling at me, but her eyes were barely open.

  “Good morning.” I smiled back and moved closer to her. “How’d you sleep?”

  “I have no idea,” Julie said with a soft laugh. “I feel like ass.”

  “Me too.” I laughed, but immediately regretted it. The motion jostled my head and made my stomach lurch with nausea. “Oh god.”

  “We should eat something,” Julie said and pushed herself up. Her hand flew immediately to her head as she slowly adjusted to the new position.

  “I’ll order room service,” I said weakly.

  “You don’t have to do that,” Julie said. “We can go get something.”

  “No.” I shook my head firmly. “I’m not ready to leave this room. Maybe never again.”

  Julie chuckled and nodded. She sank back down into bed and closed her eyes again. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. As I dialed for room service, I could hear Julie’s soft moans of pain. We were both miserable, but there was a note of happiness buried beneath the misery.

  After I ordered the food, I lowered myself back down beneath the covers. Julie rolled toward me and buried her face in my chest, her eyes still squeezed tightly closed.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “About what?” Julie asked.

  “Your hangover,” I said.

  Julie just laughed and nestled closer to me. She smelled like alcohol and perfume, the perfect scent for the morning after an amazing night.

  “Last night was perfect,” Julie said. “The hangover is just a reminder of that.”

  “Perfect?” I teased.

  “Don’t you think so?” she asked.

  She sat up just enough to look into my eyes. I grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, melting into her soft lips. Even with our heads pounding and our stomachs aching, I still felt that familiar surge of need when her lips danced against mine.

  “It was more than perfect,” I said softly. Julie grinned and laid her head down on my chest.

  I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, letting her presence relax my aching body. The food would arrive soon, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was hold Julie and let the rest of the world disappear.

  It had been years since I felt so deeply for a woman. After what happened with my ex, I put relationships on the back burner and focused almost entirely on work. I never saw the point of committing to someone again. Then I met Julie, and everything changed.

  “I really didn’t expect to have fun last night,” Julie admitted with a laugh.

  “What? Why not?”

  Julie shrugged. “It was a company party. Business. I just assumed it would be boring.”

  “Oh, ye of little faith,” I teased.

  “Seriously,” Julie said. “It was amazing. You threw a great party. Everyone had such a great time.”

  “Especially me.” I kissed her forehead. “My clients loved you.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Julie said.

  “I do,” I said. “I’ve never seen half those guys warm up to anyone the way they warmed to you. You even charmed their wives, which is no easy task.”

  Julie shrugged again but didn’t get a chance to respond. There was a loud knock on the door, so I gently pushed Julie off my chest and hopped out of bed. Throwing a robe around me, I hurried over and opened the door.

  “Room service?” the man said.

  “Yes, thank you.” I stood back and let him wheel the cart inside.

  I grabbed my wallet off the table and tipped him, smiling and ushering h
im quickly back into the hall. Julie was still in bed, hidden under the covers but naked. I didn’t want him to catch a glimpse of something he shouldn’t. She was all mine.

  “Hungry?” I asked, pushing the cart closer to the bed.

  Julie laughed. “Yes and no. I feel like I could throw up.”

  “You need food,” I said. “We both do.”

  Julie nodded and groaned. She sat up just enough that the sheets slid off her breasts. My eyes flew immediately to her bare skin, and I felt my dick twitch. Just one look was enough to remind me of how it felt to be with her last night.

  We had collided like animals the night before, but it was the most intensely intimate experience of my life. When I saw her naked breasts, I couldn’t help but want to relive every moment of the previous night.

  “I thought you wanted to eat,” Julie said, shooting me a sly grin as she grabbed a muffin off the cart.

  “I do,” I said roughly. “Just not breakfast.”

  Julie took a bite of the muffin but kept her eyes locked on mine. My skin felt hot as I climbed back on the bed beside her. We were so close that my heart began to pound in my chest. My hangover was forgotten. All I wanted was Julie.

  “Are you going to kiss me or not?” she asked softly, putting the muffin back down.

  I grinned and moved closer. Our lips were inches apart when my phone rang sharply on the bedside table. I dropped my head to my chest and groaned.

  “Not now,” I mumbled.

  “Work?” Julie asked.

  “Probably.”

  I grabbed the phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, brother.” Josh’s voice filled my ear, and I blinked.

  “Hey,” I said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you today.”

  “I thought we could plan dinner,” Josh said. “You said I could meet this mystery girl sometime soon.”

  As he spoke, memories from the party came flooding back. Josh texting me about meeting my new girlfriend. Julie agreeing to meet him. Me agreeing to the whole thing.

  “Oh,” I said. “Right.”

  “So,” Josh said. “What about tomorrow night? Does that work for you guys?”

  “Um.” I looked at Julie nervously. She was watching me closely, a confused frown on her face. “Do you want to have dinner with my brother tomorrow night?”

  “Sure,” Julie said, looking a little surprised. “It’s fine with me.”

  “She said yes,” I told Josh.

  “Great!” Josh said. “Well, I’ll text you the details.”

  “Sounds good.”

  We said a quick goodbye, and I tossed the phone on the bed. My arousal was gone and in its place was a huge ball of nervous energy. I was sure this dinner was a bad idea, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it now.

  “You okay?” Julie asked.

  “I’m fine,” I said too quickly. “Just still fighting this damn headache.”

  Julie nodded and grabbed her muffin again. She nibbled on it slowly as she stared out of the half-open window. I watched her for a few seconds and realized I wasn’t the only one feeling nervous about dinner.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “I’m a little nervous,” Julie said with a sigh. “Meeting the brother. It’s kind of a big deal.”

  I took her hand and squeezed it. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” I told her, trying to keep my voice even. I’m not sure why I even agreed to it to begin with.

  “Are you sure?” Julie asked. Her voice was soft. Shy. I’d never heard her like this before. It was adorable and made my entire body soften.

  “Of course,” I said.

  She considered for a moment and I held my breath.

  “No, I want to,” she finally said.

  I let out a breath. “Everything will be fine,” I told her. “I promise.”

  Julie smiled and nodded. We finished our breakfast and lazily made our way out of bed. We showered and got dressed, ready to head downstairs to check out. The whole time, I tried to get my own nerves under control.

  Despite my assurance that dinner would be great, I didn’t feel confident at all. Josh and I were still trying to build a brotherly relationship. He’d never once met a girl I was seeing. I didn’t know how I was going to handle this complicated situation, but I knew it was time. Dinner was planned. There was no way of getting out of it.

  “You ready?” Julie asked as I pulled my shoes on.

  “Yup.” I smiled and jumped up to grab our things.

  We walked downstairs, holding hands the whole way. We checked out quickly and then made our way outside to where the limo was waiting for us.

  Julie grinned and slid inside. I followed quickly behind her and tossed our things onto the seat.

  “Home?” I asked.

  “Sure.” Julie shrugged. “I should change at least.”

  “I was thinking…” I said slowly. “There’s this big event in the town square tonight. They’re lighting the Christmas tree, and I thought, maybe, you might—”

  “I’d love to.” Julie’s answer was fast and certain.

  By the time we pulled up to her house, I felt like my smile was permanently etched on my face. There was something about being with Julie that overwhelmed me. I wasn’t just happy. I was content in a way I hadn’t been for years. All my worries about dinner melted away as I followed Julie through her front door.

  “What time is the tree lighting?” Julie asked.

  “Sunset,” I said. “They always do a big carnival, and the tree lighting is the final event.”

  “You gotta love small towns,” Julie said.

  “Is that why you moved here?” I asked. “You just have a strong love for small towns?”

  Julie laughed. “Not exactly.”

  “No?”

  “No, I never thought I’d live in a small town,” Julie said. “I always pictured myself in a big city. Dallas, where I lived for years, or New York. Somewhere like that.”

  “So, what made you come here?” I asked with a frown.

  “Remember the ex I told you about?” Julie asked.

  I nodded, my stomach tightening uncomfortably.

  “Well,” Julie said. “After he ended things, I just felt like I needed a fresh start. My best friend found this house and told me about it. I wasn’t sure at first, but it just felt like the right thing. So, I moved, and now, here I am.”

  “No complaints here.” I grinned and walked over to her.

  She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. When we kissed, she melted into me. Her body curved forward as she pressed herself against me. We fell onto the couch, and suddenly, our hangovers were nothing more than a distant memory.

  By the time we were finished, the tree lighting festival had already begun. We got dressed quickly and walked into town.

  The town square was full of people, everyone crowding around the giant tree in the center of the square.

  “It’s starting,” I said.

  I grabbed Julie’s hand and pulled her quickly through the crowd. We pushed our way toward the front.

  “This is a really big deal here, huh?” Julie looked around with surprise. “I didn’t even know this many people lived in town.”

  I grinned. “It’s the biggest party of the year.”

  Julie just smiled and turned her attention to the tree. Seconds later, the whole thing was lit with sparkling Christmas lights. The colors lit up Julie’s face, making her pale blue eyes dance. I grinned and pulled her to me.

  “I like you,” I said simply.

  “Well,” she said. “It would be awkward if you didn’t.”

  “I’m serious,” I said softly. “I really like you.”

  Julie kissed me slowly, sighing and letting her tongue slide over mine. We lost ourselves in the feel of each other, forgetting that people were all around us.

  “I like you too,” she whispered.

  CHAPTER 17

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nbsp; JULIE

  The idea of meeting Michael’s brother had my nerves tied in knots. I spent most of the morning on my couch, sipping my coffee and trying not to overthink things. I couldn’t stop my brain from spinning, so I tried to work. My computer was open to my assignment, and I quickly began typing away. After five minutes, I knew it was useless.

  I grabbed my phone off my desk and moved back to the couch, falling into the cushions as I dialed Andrea’s number.

  “Hey,” Andrea said. “What’s up?”

  “I’m freaking out,” I said bluntly. “Michael invited me to meet his brother tonight. We’re all going to dinner.”

  “Oh, wow,” Andrea said. “That’s kind of…”

  “Fast?” I finished for her.

  “Yes,” Andrea said. “But that’s not why you’re freaking out.”

  I blinked. “It’s not?”

  “No,” Andrea said firmly.

  “Okay, wise one,” I said with a chuckle. “Enlighten me.”

  “You’re freaking out because of Joshua.”

  Andrea’s bold assumption immediately pissed me off. I hated her for even mentioning Joshua’s name. After all, I’d spent a long time getting over him. Now that I was happy with someone else, I didn’t want to think about my ex ever again.

  “This isn’t about Joshua,” I said. I tried to keep the anger out of my voice, but I knew Andrea could sense it.

  “It is, though,” she said. “Think about it. You spent months helping Joshua find his long-lost brother, right? And the, you spent over a year just waiting around to meet him. Joshua never introduced you. He never once let you be involved. I mean, did you even learn his brother’s name?”

  I opened my mouth to answer, but her question brought me up short. When I helped Joshua find his brother, I researched adoption agencies and foster families. I dug around to find the kid who had the right birthday, but I never learned any details. Not one.

  “No,” I said with a sigh. “Joshua didn’t really tell me anything about his brother. Once he found him, my job was done.”

  “Exactly,” Andrea said proudly. “Now, you have this guy who is excited to introduce you to the people he cares about. His clients. His family. You’re obviously important to him.”