by Jamie Knight
“You’re on break, right?” Liam asked, still a reasonable distance away.
“I hope so, or I’m in trouble,” I joked.
“Funny,” Liam said, sounding genuinely surprised.
“I have my moments,” I replied with a humble shrug.
“Some of my guy friends want to meet you,” Liam said.
“The hell you say,” I replied in shock.
“Dead serious. A lot of us are vets too.”
“Iraq?” I asked.
He nodded, crossing his arms as he leaned against the printer. “And Afghanistan. Russ was an unwilling guest of the Taliban for years, and our friend, the international human rights attorney, still has a limp from a shrapnel injury.”
“The Howells have a policy of hiring broken soldiers, do they?” I asked, sounding a bit more bitter than I meant.
“Not officially,” Liam said, taking it in stride. “But it’s something I do at my company too.”
It did make sense when I thought about it. Though she seemed to have come back in one piece with her sanity intact, Ann Howell was also a vet. It was logical that she would want to give opportunities to other vets and be more understanding of the injuries of war and not hold them as character flaws like a lot of people seemed to.
“Okay,” I said, taking out the other earbud and wrapping the cord around my phone.
I had heard rumors about office water-cooler chat from friends who had been gainfully employed. I just assumed it was one of those fantasy things that one heard about but never actually saw, like the elephant in the room.
The conversation at the café ground in its tracks as the others saw me approach, as though Liam had shown up with an intact Sasquatch corpse.
“You did it,” Russ said, in sheer amazement.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Liam asked, his bravado having its own gravitational pull.
“Yes,” came the chorused response.
“Well then,” Liam said as his face fell, not used to having his ego crushed quite so thoroughly.
The expression he made caused me to laugh.
I was really beginning to enjoy my life. I had a new job, which I was surprisingly well suited for. I was starting to make friends again. Both things were happening with no small measure of help from Hayley and Liam. I still wasn’t a social butterfly, but I never really was all that outgoing to begin with. One of my primary skills in life was being alone in a crowd. In any case, it was nice to get some social contact again outside my immediate blood and legal family. I was getting along particularly well with Ann’s husband, Russ.
As good as I was feeling about life, the universe, and everything, I still wasn’t sure about being with Charlotte. She was so amazing, and I didn’t feel like I was good enough for her. I wanted to give her the best life possible and just couldn’t see her being happy with me. I really should have known better, considering most of the guys at the office, including the injured vets, were married to beautiful women.
Speaking of which, it was at that moment that my phone dinged an alert, letting me know that I had a new message on my work email — something that Hayley suggested that I do. My heart sank further as I read. I had been trying to do what was best for Charlotte. Instead, I broke her heart. The email was introducing her as though we were strangers. It didn’t feel like her to me at all.
I still wanted Charlotte with every fiber of my being, even though the negative part of my mind was still yelling that I wasn’t good enough. Excusing myself from the conversation, I went back to my cubby hole that was humorously referred to as an ‘office.’ Not that I was complaining, of course. I was glad they didn’t give me a table in the corridor.
I send a text as I sat down in my surprisingly comfortable chair. It was about ten seconds before Charlotte texted back, despite her being only one floor below me:
Hey, Jacob.
Hey.
Are you on break?
Everyone keeps asking me that! Yes, I am for another five minutes.
Good, don’t want to get you in trouble.
Unlikely, Russ seems pretty forgiving, particularly on matters of the heart.
He is pleasant, isn’t he?
Couldn’t ask for a better boss.
Me either.
Who did you get?
Ann.
Nice.
Usually, yeah.
I’ve been thinking about you.
Ditto.
I feel the same, I think.
You do?
Yeah, and I want us to be together.
Me too!
I got that impression. I want that too, but I’m not sure I’m ready.
Why?
I think you can do better, to be honest. I need to take it one step at a time.
Okay.
It was hard to admit, even to myself, at least saying out loud, but I figured honesty was the best way to go. If we were going to have a relationship, I wanted it to be based on trust as much as possible.
The rest of the day went whipping right by. It was amazing how a good mood could affect your perception of time. When the clock struck five, I was up and putting on the coat of my borrowed suit, taking my MP3 player from the pocket. Before I could blast my brains with the best and most beastly of heavy metal, however, another hand of friendship was extended. Though not before knocking on the open door of my broom-closet of an office.
“Hey.”
“Ann,” I said, surprised to see her.
“Now you're getting’ it,” she said with a wink.
I laughed. “I’ve always been a fast learner.”
“So, I’ve noticed. We’re going down to the café if you want to come along.”
“Who’s we?”
“Well, me, Russ, Liam, Hayley, and Leo.”
“Oh, okay,” I said, secretly afraid I might have run into Charlotte before I was ready.
I was glad to have gotten everything out in the open, but I wasn’t quite sure I was ready to see her in the flesh just yet. There being a real risk that I might see more of her flesh than I might have bargained for, not sure I could resist the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her where she stood. Likely safer to avoid contact just for the moment.
The delicious smells at the café accosted my senses and broke my resolve, forcing me to at least try one of the gargantuan cinnamon buns. My only consolation being that Ann was buying and the bun really was terrific.
“How are the kids?” Liam asked, almost as soon as we had sat down.
“Growing,” Russ gushed, getting out his phone.
That simple question set off an avalanche of anecdotes about domestic bliss. The more I heard, the more I thought about it. I knew that was what I wanted with Charlotte. I could even imagine what our kids might look like.
“You look deep in thought,” Ann said, brushing me gently with her elbow.
“Hmm?” I asked, snapping back to reality.
Ann sighed and shook her head. “Just go to her already. Put you both out of your misery.”
“Here, here,” Liam said, clapping.
“Seconded,” Russ concurred.
“Go for it, bro,” Hayley said, putting her hand on mine.
I knew they were right. I had to take the chance. I owed it to Charlotte and myself.
Epilogue
Charlotte
I couldn’t keep from fidgeting, an old habit that had come back with a vengeance. My only real comfort was that my nervous stutter hadn’t come along with it. That would have been a bit too much.
I tried to keep my mind off of things, mostly with music. Hoping I hadn’t misjudged the situation. I hadn’t seen Jacob for five days since our text exchange and was starting to wonder if maybe I should have approached him face to face. I wanted to respect his need for space, but I also ached to see him, in both my heart and my pussy.
The knock on my office door actually made me jump. Settling my heartbeat, though not daring to hope, I turned toward my closed door.
“Come in,” I sai
d, trying to keep my voice steady.
I might have been imagining things, but I could have sworn I recognized Jacob’s knock by its rhythm. Turns out, I was right, and in came Jacob with a dozen red roses. My breath caught in my throat, and I could already feel the tears pricking under my eyes.
“Charlotte?”
“Yes?” I asked, my voice already wavering.
“Will you move in with me?”
I didn’t mean to, but I nearly knocked him over. He clearly hadn’t seen the hug coming. Then again, neither did I. The passionate kiss that followed it was a lot more mutual.
“Shall I take that as I yes?” Jacob asked, beaming.
“Yes!” I nearly screamed, the tears already starting to roll, as we kissed again, this time with lots of tongue.
“Yep,” Jacob said, out of nowhere as he pulled back.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He wrapped his right arm around my waist, lifted me up, and twirled me around.
I couldn’t help kissing him again. If it wasn’t for the possibility of being discovered, I would have bent over the desk right then and there.
****
For some reason, I had assumed that when we moved into Jacob’s beautiful apartment together, it would become a sort of love nest that would see us fucking like rabbits. Apparently, he hadn’t been kidding when he talked about taking things slow. He barely touched me the first week or so, outside the occasional hug or kiss. Some part of him, apparently, was not able to give himself over entirely.
Then, one day, while setting the table for supper after a particularly rough day, he took me from behind while I was bent over the table. He yanked down my yoga pants and pounded my needy, aching pussy until I screamed with joy.
Things don’t usually go the way you plan, but frequently, what happens instead is the good stuff. I was working in my office that morning, pussy still tinging from the pumping he had given me in the shower that morning when Jacob showed up again, roses in hand.
“Again,” I asked, half joking as he lay the roses on the desk.
Much to my surprise, Jacob got down on one knee. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t asleep.
“The last six months have been the best of my life,” he said, taking a small black box out of his pocket, “and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” He opened the box revealing a gorgeous blue diamond in a white gold setting. “Will you marry me, Charlotte?”
“Say yes!” said everyone on the floor yelled in unison as they peeked in my doorway.
Ignoring them, I took out the small black box I had in my pocket and opened it in a similar manner.
“Back at ya.”
“Yes!” we both said in unison, before laughing and kissing.
****
We had been engaged about a month before I noticed I wasn’t having my period. Hoping I might be pregnant, I made an appointment with the doctor, not really trusting a store-bought test to deliver such news.
I sat on the exam table in the tiny gown, my mind swimming with a million different thoughts. I really wasn’t sure if we were ready for a baby, but I was also thrilled by the idea. Especially since we were living together and about to get married. It seemed perfect.
“I’m not sure if this is good news,” Doctor Park said, “but you are definitely pregnant.”
I smiled all the way home. It didn’t really matter if we weren’t ready because it was happening. And really, who is ever prepared for kids? All doubts were wiped from my mind, leaving only happiness and excitement for a potential future.
Jacob was still on the couch when I got home. From what I could tell, he hadn’t moved since I had left. “Well?” he asked, standing up.
Too overcome with emotion to form a coherent sentence, I just nodded, my eyes feeling wet.
“Hey.”
He embraced me tightly as I cried tears of joy into his shoulder. Jacob did his best to console me, gently rubbing my back. I settled down, and he released me holding me out at arm's length. I didn’t see the kiss coming, but it was exactly what I needed at the moment and did not hesitate to return his affections.
Answering a question I’d had for a while, Jacob hoisted me up fireman style onto his right shoulder and carried me into the bedroom. I couldn’t help but giggle.
My jeans and panties were off as soon as I hit the bed. Jacob dropped to his knees and buried his head between my thighs. It felt so good to have him down there again and not just because of the pleasure that went coursing through my body. It seemed right somehow, and I had really missed him and what he was able to do to me. He licked me to a screaming orgasm.
I helped Jacob back to his feet and carefully undid his pants, hauling out his hard cock, already warm and rigid in my hand. Giving it several long loving strokes that made him moan long and deep, I slipped as much as I could take into my mouth and gently began to suck. Closing my eyes with relief at the warm comfort of his hard, hot cock in my mouth. Working his shaft with my hand and my lips, making sure wet both before starting, I rotated my tongue around his head, making him want to cum in no time. Though as I had learned, with Jacob, wanting to cum and actually doing it were two very different things. I perceive right, however, and eventually, he gave up his cum, unloading a massive torrent into my mouth, which I swallowed down with pride.
My pussy was already taken care of by his beautiful tongue, but there was something else that I knew he liked and was eager to try again. Without a word being said by either of us, I turned over on to all fours, making it clear what I wanted.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Please,” I begged, wanting it with all my heart and soul.
Using his tongue to get my asshole ready, fingering my pussy at the same time actually making me cum again, Jacob got knelt on the foot of the bed. The end of the mattress sagged with his added weight. He pressed the hot head of his cock against my relaxed asshole.
Carefully, he eased it in, getting in just past the head before he stopped. Leaning over to kiss the back of my neck, he put a hand on my hip and started to move, making me vibrate with pleasure for the second of what would turn out to be thousands of times in the coming years.
He started to move faster, pulling in and out of my ass. The rippling sensations made me shake and pant. Each of his movements made me feel tighter until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I came, my whole-body quivering. My ass milked his cock, making my love come as well. He grunted and leaned forward, not so much as to crush me, but enough to let me feel his comforting weight.
We were fully connected at that moment, and I knew it was fate. We were meant to find each other. Our relationship was meant to be real and last forever.
THE END
Bad Dog
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Sam
The sleek chrome machine gurgled low and deep, the meticulous German engineering working its magic. As the coffee brewed, I tried, not for the first time, to make a slightly bigger dent in the novel I’ve been reading.
The trouble with a one-thousand-plus page book like that one was that by the time you get to around page 800 you’ve forgotten most of what happened before page 500. The thing could seriously double as a blunt-force weapon.
I had actually resorted to taking chapter notes as a refresher. I was just reviewing my notes when she came slinking out of the bathroom, already dressed for the day and carrying her shoes, trying to be stealthy.
“Good morning,” I said, not turning around.
“Jesus!” she yelled, almost jumping out of her skin.
“Not even close,” I said with a low chuckle.
The machine dinged, as though chiming its agreement.
Without a word, I dispensed two cups worth of the fancy European coffee. A mug for me and a li
dded take-out cup with a heat sleeve for her.
“T-thanks,” she said, a stunned expression on her face.
“Have a good day,” I said, before kissing her gently on the cheek.
“Thanks,” she said, a bit more confidently and headed for the door, “Um, you too..”
I had met her at the pub the night before. April was the name she gave me, but whether it was her real one or not, I couldn’t say. Neither of us were drunk. I actually made it a point to stay sober, rare for one in my profession, and could spot intoxication from across the street through a thick fog. I made it a point never to bed anyone who was drunk.
I loved women and could even be considered a ‘player’, but there were limits. A general moral code that kept things on the up-and-up. I would have asked her to stay for breakfast but she was clearly in a hurry.
Properly caffeinated, I popped a multi-vitamin and slipped into the costume required by my employers. I still had room to play of course, and took every opportunity I was afforded. My suits were all in respectful, subdued shades of blue, grey, and black.
But to bring a little life to it, I coupled these with bright paisley shirts and nearly neon checkered pocket squares. It attracted looks of course, though fortunately most of them were of interests or admiration as opposed to distaste.
Easing my Jeep out into the winding snake of the L.A. morning traffic jam, I aimed in the general direction of downtown and clicked on the radio to my favorite. The pounding drums and wailing electric guitar filled the built in speakers, and the blaring music is almost as much of an energy boost as my morning coffee.
There were legends among the White & White ranks about space in the parking garage dedicated to select members of the firm’s staff. Not only the partners, there being only two of them: Jim and Ann White who had built the company to a billion dollar enterprise out of nothing, but you had to be fairly high ranking before such a gift would be bestowed.
A situation most likely rooted in circumstance rather than design. When the spots were first rented, the firm only had eight employees, including assistants, so eight was the number of spots they booked, with no way of knowing how big the firm was going to get. I wondered at first why they didn’t just book more but apparently the garage was full by then. So instead the coveted spots remained a mysterious prize, and the rest of us scrounged downtown parking where we could.
