His Bold Heart

by Ella Goode

  “Like you planned, you mean.”

  “Six of one, half dozen of the other.” He shrugs.

  “You’re a crafty bastard,” I say admiringly. “Always thinking three steps ahead of everyone else.”

  “Don’t you forget it.” He smiles and then pushes to his feet. “You oughta check in on her. Think she’s worried about you. Going to head to the club now. See you in the morning.”

  I wait in the living room until the engine of Dad’s motorcycle echoes down the quiet night street. Is it my imagination or did he throttle it extra hard? Chelsea opens the door and comes out, a cock-stirring vision in my white tank which drops down far enough that I don’t know if she’s wearing anything underneath.

  “Where’s Judge going?” she asks.

  “The club. All night.”

  She sighs with relief and drops onto the sofa next to me.

  “I had a nice chat with Sean Ellerby tonight,” I begin without any preamble.

  She shoots to her feet, full of worry. “Why? You’re going to get sent back,” she cries.

  “No, I’m not. Give me more credit than that,” I respond evenly. There’s no sense in getting angry with Chels. What’s done is done but I’m not going to pass up this opportunity to redden her ass.

  “What did he say?”

  “A lot of shit.”

  “Like we’re a perversion or something,” she guesses.

  She’s miserable. We need to lance the boil before it ruins her.

  “He’s not going to say a thing. I promise you that.”

  “What about the money?”

  “I got three hundred back,” I tell her. I show her the money and her shoulders sag. “I’ve got five grand in the lockbox under my bed which you moved. Why didn’t you dip into that?”

  “I’m not taking your money.” She draws back in shock. “I’ve got some money in the bank. If Helen hadn’t come when she did, I’d have replaced the missing petty cash and no one would have known.”

  “Until the next time he came back. When you paid that shit-stain money to keep quiet once, you opened the door. But you know what frustrates me the most, sweetness? That you didn’t come to me and tell me what happened. That I had to guess what went on. Isn’t this our fucking problem?”

  “I was trying—”

  I cut her off with a raised hand. “I know what you were trying to do but let’s turn this around. You would’ve wanted me to come to you before running off half cocked paying Ellerby some kind of hush money. You knew it wasn’t going to end with one payment.”

  “I was buying time,” she protests.

  “What was your next move?” I challenge. “Tell me, what were you going to do when he came the next day and demanded a grand instead of five hundred.”

  “I had a week. He said he’d be back in a week!” she yells. Her finger is jabbing into my chest. She has zero sense of preservation.

  “You’re lying to yourself. He was going to return tomorrow and every day after.”

  She’s fired up and angry—but more with herself than with me. Finally, I stand and throw her over my shoulder.

  “We’ll finish this downstairs.” With a hand clamped around the back of her thighs, I trot down the stairs, leaping the last three. I’m anxious to get to the bedroom.

  Her little fists pummel my lower back the whole way. I toss her on the bed and she bounces once. Before she can gain her balance, I flip her over onto her stomach and cover her. She futilely struggles underneath me and I raise my hips so I can give her panty-covered ass a quick slap.

  Stretching over her body, I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to spank this ass until you are sopping wet and begging me to fuck you.”

  “You’re not my dad, Grant,” she hisses.

  “No, and I’m not your brother, either. I’m your goddamned lover and I’m tired of lying about it. I want to go to the club party with you wearing my cut so everyone knows you’re mine. I want you to tell the sweet butts and Sara Ellerbys of the world that I belong to you.” She stills and I continue. “I love you and I don’t want to hide it anymore. Chels, God, I’ve not been able to touch you for three years and all I want to do is have my hands on you. It kills me to have to be careful and truth is, I’m not always going to be careful. Not because I don’t care for your feelings but because mine are too fucking strong.”

  At my barrage of words, the fight goes out of her. She lies quietly, her frame expanding and contracting with each deep breath as she mentally struggles to reach that place of acceptance. When she reaches back with her arm to awkwardly pet my head, I know she’s with me.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” she says. “I was being selfish. Thinking of myself and not you. I love you so much. It’d kill me if we weren’t together.”

  “No. That’s not selfish. We haven’t had this talk and you didn’t know what was going on in my head.” I nuzzle into her hair and kiss the underside of her ear. The tremor that runs through her heats my already hot blood.

  “Thank you for taking care of Sean for me.”

  “Anytime, sweetness. We’re a team.” I pepper kisses along her bare shoulder and down her arm.

  She tries to roll over but I don’t let her. Instead, I shift to my knees and push her ass into the air. I grab my two pillows and shove them under her stomach. She doesn’t resist but she does complain.

  “Really? I’m still going to be punished?” she huffs into the comforter.

  I smooth a hand over one very round ass cheek. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” I give the ass another little tap, enjoying the shimmy of her curves in response to the strike.

  “Promise?”

  “I promise you’re going to get so wet you’ll be begging for more.”

  I give her a harder slap this time and then check between her legs. I smile at the evidence coating my fingers. She’s turned on but if she wants to play the game of the unwilling victim, I’m down with that too. Role playing is definitely on my checklist.

  “Your heart rate is beating pretty fast, Chels. You sure you don’t like this?”

  She squeezes her legs together. “I don’t like it.”

  “But you’re not telling me to stop,” I observe. She doesn’t respond so I give her another light swat.

  At her continued silence, I slap her again, this time on her lower thighs, and then again, along the upper curve of her ass. I pull her panties down and spank her in earnest, making sure between each swat that she’s with me. Soon her heavy breathing fills the room and instead of moving away, she begins thrusting against my open palm.

  My cock is so hard that if I don’t get inside her, it’s going to break off. Quickly I roll on the condom. “You ready?” I grunt. She nods and shoves her ass up higher. Groaning, I give her one more strike which elicits an audible moan.

  I spread her cheeks apart and arrow my head inside her juicy cunt. As she sucks in every hard, aching inch of me, I take a moment to admire the view. Her ass is rosy and plump. The evidence of my palm is all over her like a brand. In this position her curves are exaggerated, almost comic-book-like with the wide hips narrowing at the waist and then flaring out again by her chest. The slope of her spine and the curve of her neck are the most beautiful shapes on earth. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking beautiful.”

  “Like the fat chicks, do you?” she says, wiggling her ass.

  “Nah, I just like you.”

  She stills. “You’re pretty awesome, Grant Harrison.”

  “I know.”

  Her laughter rings out for a long time and I savor it. I’m making my woman laugh and pretty soon, I’m going to be making her cry out for release. I flex my hips and thrust into her, hard and fast. Her hand creeps between the pillows to pull and press at her clit. I pull out and slam back into her again and again until she tightens around me. She cries out and I let go, pummeling my cock into her as if it’s trying to reach her throat.

  My balls draw up and I go blind momentarily as black sp
ots cover my vision. The come jets out of me for what seems like an eon. Like the earth does a full rotation before all the pieces of me gather back into place. I collapse beside her and pull her against my sweaty body.

  “Shit, you’re a fucking good lay, Chels.”

  “I take back my compliment about you being awesome,” she jokes, trying to catch her breath.

  I kiss her lips and stroke my hand down her back over her still-red ass. “You like that, sweetness?”

  “You know I did,” she murmurs and then buries her head in my chest as if she’s embarrassed about something. With my toe, I flip up a blanket from the end of the bed and cover us.

  “I’ve got other things I want to do,” I whisper. “A whole list.”

  She snorts. “I’m sure you do.”

  “Is it too much to hope that you’ve got a list too?”

  “Maybe, but…” She pauses. “What happened tonight?”

  I sigh and flop onto my back. “I’m not stupid, Chels. I took him out to the quarry and he’s still breathing, but he’s scared as piss and he’s not going to talk to anyone. But here’s the deal—I’m tired of hiding. I’ll leave the club and we’ll go somewhere else where no one knows us if that’s what you want. Or we tell everyone here that we love each other and we’re together. Those are our choices but hiding is not an option anymore. Someone else is going to find out and you’ll never have enough money to pay all those blackmail threats.”

  She thrusts an agitated hand through her hair. “God, I know. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, except Judge.”

  “I think you’d be surprised at how supportive he’d be.” I think back on all the cues and hints he’s given to both of us but that neither of us picked up on because we were too focused on keeping our little secret.

  She glances at me sharply. “Have you said something?”

  “No. I haven’t. But give him a little credit. He loves you and wants you to be happy. You tell him getting my cock shoved inside your wet pussy every night makes you deliriously happy and it’s all good.”

  She throws a pillow at me. “Fine. We’ll tell him tomorrow.”

  The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed and cool sheets. Frustrated, I hit the pillow where Chels’s head lay last night. This is going to be the last time. Upstairs I find Chels frying bacon and making blueberry pancakes—Dad’s favorite. At my raised eyebrows, she flushes.

  “Trying to butter him up?”

  “Can’t hurt.”

  I lean down for a morning kiss. She hesitates and then gives in. The kiss in the morning light in the middle of the kitchen with my dad somewhere in the house is the sweetest I’ve tasted in a long while. I want to strip her down and take her right there on the table between the glasses of juice and stack of pancakes. Her pussy’d taste real good covered in maple syrup.

  “Stop it,” she says when I get a little too frisky with my hands.

  With reluctance I drop my hand from her tits and pull my other out from her loose-fitting shorts. The backdoor opens and Judge comes in. I might not be touching her intimately but I’m standing far too close to be considered brotherly. I raise my head and look at him in challenge.

  Chels tenses and starts to pull away but I put a hand on her shoulder and draw her back.

  “Chels and I have something to tell you,” I start.

  “About goddamned time,” he mutters and pulls out a chair. “I’m getting tired of spending my nights at the club so you guys can continue your charade of not fucking every spare minute.” He drops down and starts forking pancakes onto his plate. Neither of us move until he kicks out the chair opposite from him. I take the spatula from Chelsea and push her toward the chair. Dad smirks as she settles in, a little shell-shocked. “I might be forty-two but I still know when people are having sex.”

  “You’re not mad?” she says softly.

  “That you’re going to be Wrecker’s old lady?”

  She nods slightly.

  “I was mad that you felt like you had to keep it a secret but I figured, given the hell your mom put you through when you were a kid, you felt like you had reason to be cautious.”

  “Sorry,” she says. Her lower lip is trembling and Dad throws me a look of panic. He can’t stand to see her cry. Me neither, although I think I have a little more backbone when it comes to Chels than he does.

  “At least it ain’t drugs,” I say cheerfully and turn the pancakes.

  The welcome home party goes off without a hitch. Dad was right to have it catered. Chelsea isn’t running around the club making sure that everyone has enough food. Instead she’s sitting on my lap inside near the fireplace.

  When we first walked in with her wearing my cut, there was a lot of silence and some shocked faces. But Judge came up and kissed Chels on the crown and slapped me on the back showing his seal of approval. Anyone who had objections after that knew better than to voice them. At least here inside the club, no censure would be thrown her way.

  We ate, joked around and I kept my hands off her as best I could so she could settle in. Oh, there were times I’d squeeze her neck or slap her juicy ass or kiss her temple but for the most part, I felt like I was doing a good job of not attacking her. But as the night wore on and people were pairing off, I dragged her over to one of the sofas and sat her down on my lap.

  Chelsea didn’t protest much. I knew she got off on watching and there was plenty to get her wet and squirmy tonight. Some guests were partaking of local women. A few guys were timing each other to see who could lick their girls to orgasm the fastest. The current winner looked to be our secretary, Pretty Boy, and some chick I didn’t know. She might have been an out-of-towner.

  “Judge needs an old lady,” she says. Her attention isn’t fixed on the floor show but beyond where Helen and another old lady were arguing about something. Chels is right. The club needs an old lady who can corral all the other women so that Chels isn’t handling stuff she doesn’t feel comfortable with, like doling out the petty cash and telling women twice her age what to do.

  “I don’t want to talk about Judge,” I say low. She shifts and presses her ass against my already hard cock. “I want to know if I slid my hand up this criminally short skirt whether you’d be wet.”

  It’s an invitation and I hold my breath as she considers it. She told me no public sex and I’m down with that but we could definitely mess around.

  “You might have to find out for yourself,” she answers. I lift her up and carry her into a dark corner of the granary where she can still see the action but where few could see her.

  I sit her between my legs and run my hand up her thighs. The moisture I find painting the tops of her inner thighs makes my mouth water. I’ll finger fuck her until she comes and then we’re finding a room upstairs where I can eat her out until she’s clawing at my shoulders and screaming my name.

  “This remind you of something?” I whisper. “Like that first time out at Thomas Eddy’s place. He was fucking his girlfriend and you were so turned on, I thought you’d explode before I touched you.”

  She squirms against me, getting aroused by the memory, by my words, by the decadent scene in front of us. I slip my hand under her panties and pet her softness. “I couldn’t wait to touch you. I couldn’t wait to get my hard-as-fuck dick inside your hot little cunt. You liked teasing me, didn’t you.”

  “You deserved it. I’d been waiting for you.” She pants.

  I slide two fingers inside her and she hitches up a bit to allow me better access.

  “First time I laid my mouth on you I knew I’d never be able to taste another. You were made for me. I love everything about you. Your shape, your smell, your taste. The fucking feel of your tight pussy squeezing me like you can’t get enough.” I pump my fingers in and out, curling them forward to find that spongy bit of flesh that sets her off like a rocket. When she jumps in my lap, I know I’ve found it.

  “I want you too much,” she moans. Her hands bite into my thighs as she uses me as l
everage to grind down on my hand.

  “No such thing, sweetness. No such thing.” I bite her neck and she goes off. My hand covers her scream, protecting her from unwanted attention. She pulses against me and coats my hand with her orgasm. I hold her as she comes down from her high.

  When she’s done shuddering and shaking I pull my fingers out and lift her in my arms.

  “Where we going?”

  “Do you care?” I grin.

  “Not as long as we’re together.” She wraps her arms around me and ignores the hoots of encouragement that follow us up to the second floor of the granary. Down the corridor I walk until I find an empty room. And then I lay her down and begin our own private party.

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  HIS MAD PASSION

  When Chelsea is mocked in the grocery store of her hometown for being in a relationship with her stepbrother, she swallows her anger. If that's the worst thing that happens, who cares? She and Wrecker are finally together and that’s all that matters.

  But police at the door of their apartment in the early morning hours shatters her new found happiness with Grant "Wrecker" Harrison--the boy who grew into the only man she'll love.

  Wrecker has spent three years in prison and now that he's out, he's not going back even if that means running from his club, his old man, and the life he thought he always wanted. But he won't leave Chelsea behind this time or let anyone or anything take her from him.