Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  Chapter 8

  Eventually everyone got cleaned up and dressed, and they headed back to their separate rooms one by one. Megan fell onto the bed, her long blonde hair flowing crazily over the sheets. She was dead-to-the-world in no time. The next thing she knew she heard an insistent knocking on her door.

  Megan looked down at the mess she was in and shrugged. She padded over to the door barefoot, and could see Mac’s rugged face through the peephole. She took a deep breath as she slipped into her robe, tying it carefully at the waist. When she opened the door, she was startled to see Matthew standing beside him.

  “We’ve been talking,” Matthew began.

  She nodded and stepped aside to let the pair in.

  “Yes? And?”

  She rubbed her eyes and flipped her hair behind her back.

  “Holy hell,” Matthew interrupted himself.

  “What?”

  “Where did all that come from?” he gestured to her flowing mane.

  She laughed. “My head.”

  The two men sat next to each other on the couch while she curled her legs under herself on one of the chairs.

  “Yeah, we’ve been talking,” Mac dragged the conversation back to the main point.

  “I see,” Megan replied nervously, “and what all did you discuss?”

  “You,” they answered simultaneously.

  She raised an eyebrow at the pair.

  “We think you need both of us,” Matthew blurted out.

  “What? Need? I don’t need anything or anyone.”

  “We disagree,” Mac chimed in.

  “You need us, both of us.”

  “How do you figure?” Megan’s arms were now crossed over her chest defensively.

  “We both offer you something. Stability. Passion. Caring. Excitement. All of it.”

  She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and waited.

  “Do you think you would be able to pick? Stability and caring over passion and excitement? Or vice versa?” Mac questioned.

  Megan shrugged, “I still don’t see need in there.”

  “You need all of that. You are not a robot. You went nuts with us down there; you’re missing something. Look, I don’t know if I can give you that raw animal thing; that’s not me,” Matthew was being honest.

  Mac added his two cents worth. “Not sure if I’m much of the stable or caring type. It’s just not me. But you shouldn’t have to sacrifice one for the other. At least not at this point.”

  She looked from Matthew’s kind face to Mac’s intense one and back. They might actually be right.

  “But I also can’t be sleeping with all of my executives,” she countered.

  They laughed. “We want to see you with Bob from Accounting or Susan from HR.”

  She laughed, “Yeah, I know. But still...”

  “What if you didn’t have to choose? Not right now?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You know, see both of us. Neither of us is willing to let you go, but we also don’t want to force the issue.”

  “I’m not a puppy, you know. This isn’t joint custody.”

  “Come kiss us both and tell us you can walk away from one of us.”

  Megan unfurled her slender legs and walked over to them. She kissed Matthew first, out of respect for their history, and his kiss was as it always was – warm and caring and almost loving. She kissed Mac second and it was the opposite – it was hot and needy and demanding and passionate.

  “No, I don’t think I can.”

  She squeezed in between them on the couch. Mac rested his palm on her bare thigh while Matthew wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

  “But I can’t see you both. That’s not how I’m built.”

  They both sighed heavily.

  “We thought you might say that,” Matthew said quietly.

  “Look, I’ll head home after dinner to think it through on Sunday, and you will have an answer by Monday. But whoever I decide will probably lose their job as well. If we are going to this extent, I can’t be seen dating openly.”

  They nodded in agreement.

  AT THE LARGE, ROUND dinner table in the dining roomone could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Megan giggled to herself when she realized that Bob and Susan were playing footsie under the table. Leaving her staff to visit in the relaxed atmosphere one last evening, she packed up after dinner with the excuse of an emergency and headed back down the mountain.

  All day on Sunday she contemplated her choices, Matthew or Mac? Her heart and body were torn between the two. On Sunday night, she texted both of them. Meet me in my office at 7:00, before anyone else arrives.

  They were both already there when she arrived at a quarter to seven. Matthew sat anxiously in a large, leather chair, his fingers quickly tapping the ends of the arm-rests. Mac lounged by the window, his expression serious and unreadable as he looked with apparent interest at passers-by outside.

  Megan cleared her throat, feeling her insides flutter. “I wanted to do this honestly, and tell you both together. That seems only fair since you’ve both been fair with me.” She looked at Matthew, then to Mac. Her face was white, and under her eyes were dark circles. “Look, I’ve had stability all my adult life. I have been driven to succeed and I have accomplished that. My company has afforded me quite a lifestyle. I’d welcome the challenge of starting yet again.”

  They both nodded.

  “Matthew, I appreciate your attentiveness and your patience over the last year.”

  “Mac, I was overwhelmed by your passion and power.”

  “But,” Megan continued, her voice shaking a little, “I can’t keep both.”

  “Matthew, if you are willing, I will sell my interest in the company to you and you can have it. If Mac will have me.”

  THE DAY WAS WARM AND sunny. Megan strode along the sidewalk, ponytail bobbing. She wore stylish, comfortable sandals, a cotton tee-shirt and shorts. The papers for her new business venture were in order. She and Mac were heading to the Bahamas to begin operations on her new REIT company there.

  She greeted the doorman to her building with a smile and a wave. “Beautiful day!” she agreed.

  As she entered her luxurious condo, now filled with boxes and suitcases, the phone rang.

  “Hello,” she chirped cheerily.

  “Hey, Babe.” It was Mac. “It’s all arranged. The movers have picked up my stuff, and are on their way for yours. They’ll take it right to storage. I’ve got our plane tickets, and soon we’re off! “

  Megan smiled. She loved how he took over. In every way.

  Glancing around the apartment to make sure she had everything she needed, Megan stood before her bathroom mirror. She carelessly slid the band off of her pony-tail and let her hair down.

  THE END

  Annabelle’s Angst

  CHAPTER 1

  Charlie took a deep, satisfied breath and looked around at the tree-lined street and the crowds gathered there. The sky was a clear blue, a light breeze brushed his cheeks, and a crispness hung in the air. Finally, he’d made it! The Boston Marathon! He was really here!

  As he joined other athletes at the starting line his heart raced in excited anticipation. Enthusiastic runners surrounded him, eyes staring intensely ahead. They crouched, ready. Then, BANG! The gun went off, and a surge of bodies gushed forward. Charlie felt his legs moving, his feet thumping on the pavement. But it was all so surreal. His test of endurance had begun.

  After the first five kilometers or so, Charlie made an intriguing observation. He had been jogging alongside the same female athlete for a while now. Turning his head slightly, he tried to steal a closer look. Man, she looked good! She had long, shapely, tanned legs, and flashing green eyes that glistened deliciously naughtily, even as they moved side-by-side. Her face was heart-shaped, and her long, blond hair was tied back in a pert pony-tail. She stared back at Charlie, and they continued running at the same pace, occasionally smirking as they moved together.

 
; “You know, you can pass me if you like,” she called over to him.

  “Thanks! I’m good. This rate feels comfortable. You're free to pass me,” he shouted back.

  The woman smiled as she panted, eyeing Charlie’s long-legged, chocolate-colored body, “No, it’s good for me too.”

  They continued their jog alongside each other, occasionally passing other athletes and then being passed themselves.

  Charlie was surprised when the woman spoke again. “Your accent is a little different. Where are you from?”

  “I'm from Canada. I take it you're a home-grown girl.”

  “Yep,” she replied, “though I'm not originally from Boston. But wow! Canada, huh? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

  “You should. It's great. I'm Charlie by the way. Charlie Newman.”

  “Annabelle West. But you can call me Anna.”

  They continued running as they rounded another corner following the blue guidance arrows.

  “So,” Annabelle persisted, “did you fly in just for this event or do you have other business in the States?” She snagged a bottle of water that was being handed out, watching Charlie’s muscles contract as she drank.

  “I came for the marathon. Couldn’t believe I finally qualified! I’ve been trying for a few years”. He smiled at her.

  Annabelle looked straight ahead, trying to hide her grin, “This is my third year. I love the adrenaline.” She wiped a bead of perspiration from her forehead.

  “Ah,” Charlie remarked, “a seasoned competitor. I’m happy just to be here . . . Still, I hope for a strong finish”.

  Anna smiled to herself and licked her lips, looking at him with those saucy eyes of hers. “Yeah, I'd really welcome a strong finish...”

  Annabelle and Charlie continued their tandem sprint. They found themselves talking easily and laughing with one another, so engrossed in conversation and playful banter that the winding, hilly roads didn’t seem that bad at all!

  Before he knew it, Charlie spotted the yellow and blue finish line just ahead. He glanced across at Annabelle, and with a final push he increased his speed to beat her by a hair. Crowds cheered the runners as they crossed the finish line. He’d done it! Sweet victory!

  He stood, stretching, his hands on his knees. “Was that... really twenty-six miles?” Charlie breathed heavily. “It kind of felt like five.”

  “I know, right?!” Annabelle was equally out of breath.

  He extended his hand toward her. “Accidental though it was, it was great partnering up with you.”

  She grasped it, shaking heartily up and down, laughing and bouncing on her toes. “It was fun, wasn't it?”

  “Yes, it was.” He hesitated, looked at the ground a moment, then back into her face. “I'd hate it if I had to wait until next year to see you again.”

  Anna giggled, “Are you flying straight home?”

  That sounds promising. He smiled a playful grin. “No, I’m sticking around for a week or two to see a little more of Boston. Any chance . . .”

  She clapped her hands, a look of joy on her shining face. “We could meet meet up in at the Visitor Centre in Boston Common tomorrow. 1:00? I’ll show you around.”

  Charlie beamed. “That would be great.” He extended his hand again.

  Anna reached forward and shook it, “Good. I guess I'll be seeing you around then, Charlie.”

  “I guess you will.” He stared at her beautiful, innocent-looking face.

  Their hands lingered there for a while and so did their smiles.

  Chapter 2

  When Charlie arrived at the Visitor Centre next day, he cupped his hand over his brow to shield his eyes from the sun, looking for Anna. It was a beautiful park. People strolled casually through gardens of bright red tulips, and lounged on green grass. When he’d left home the snow had only recently gone. Seeing greenery again was wonderful. Soon he Anna her signaling him in the distance madly waving her arms. The girl was certainly a lively character! Quickly he ran over to her. Face to face, they hugged briefly.

  “Hi,” Anna cried. The girl absolutely radiated energy. She looked great in a short, yellow t-shirt and tight jeans. Her long, blonde hair, sexily tousled today, hung down her back.

  “Hi!” Charlie grinned. “It's good to see you.”

  She jutted out her hip, and smiled saucily at him. “It's good to see you too. What would you like to see?”

  “Hey,” replied Charlie massaging his chin, “they're selling kites over there. Maybe we can go fly a kite!”

  They bought a pair of kites, large, colorful ones, and sent them up wafting in the wind. As they watched the kites in flight, they chattered enthusiastically about their lives. Charlie explained that he was computer technician with an interest in being a professional musician. A musician! Anna liked that. And she loved it when Charlie spoke passionately of his two golden retriever dogs, Baron and Buttons.

  “Ohmygod, I love dogs!” She pressed a hand to her heart.

  Annabelle revealed a few things about herself as well. She had moved to Boston from Iowa when she was six, later studied Biology at Boston University, and was currently between jobs. She spoke about being the wild child in her family, though she personally felt she wasn't wild enough. She and Charlie found themselves laughing, hand in hand, watching their kites and each other. When they had finished their kite flying, they sat in the grass and quietly watched people go by. Suddenly, Annabelle looked Charlie straight in the eye and held his gaze.

  “What is it?” he asked curiously.

  But Anna didn't respond. She simply got up and grabbed his big black arm. “Follow me. I want to show you something.”

  Running his hands through his hair, Charlie got up, “All right.” He followed her lead. Annabelle pulled him over to an area with tall shrubs. She led him behind the shrubs and playfully, both hands now on his chest, pushed him to lean against a tree.

  Opening his palms, Charlie shrugged. “Anna, what's this about? What were you going to show me?”

  Anna simply inclined her head and giggled. “A good time,” she replied.

  Falling on her knees, Anna slowly unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled down Charlie’s pants. He gasped. “What are you-!”

  “Relax,” she whispered playfully. “No one will see us. Besides, you look to be built like a race horse . . . and I’m curious. Is it true what they say about black men?”

  She pulled down his boxers and gazed at his manly length, smiling wickedly. Without another word, she placed his manhood in her mouth. Running her tongue around the small opening of his cock and around its crown, she moved her head, licking and sucking.

  Charlie was hard instantly. He couldn't believe that this was happening. And in public no less! What would happen if someone discovered Anna as she was swallowing him? The thought was short-lived. Her mouth simply felt too good. He quickly rationalized that if someone did, in fact, pass by, the worse-case scenario was that they'd think he was relieving himself, Anna being hidden by bushes. So, he let himself enjoy the moment. With his back slouched against the tree, Charlie finally gave into temptation. He gripped Anna's head and began thrusting himself gently in and out of her mouth as she held onto his thighs. Finally, after a good while of this, hot liquids sprayed inside her mouth. He collapsed next to her behind the wall of shrubs. Best first date ever, he thought.

  Anna looked at him and smiled, her face glistening. “Well that was fun. But I wish you had waited so I’d get my share.”

  “SORRY!” HE BLUSHED, and bit his lip. “I didn't bring a condom. But thank you for that. It wasn’t fair, I know . . . ” Public sex was a completely new thing for him, but this woman made it seem so natural.

  “You're welcome,” said Annabelle cheekily. “But make sure you're ready next time. I'm sort of a kinky girl.”

  Charlie laughed, “So I've noticed.” He got up, pulled up his pants, and dusted his jeans off.to find himself staring intriguingly into Annabelle's bright green eyes. She stared back and licked her lips. Fee
ling the charged atmosphere, Charlie stepped toward her, put his arms around her, and heartily kissed her mouth.

  “YOU ARE ONE INTERESTING woman. I'll make sure you get yours next time.” He whispered this as he ran his hands up and down her back.

  “Oh I'll make sure of it!” she chided him, “Still, I'm glad I came today.”

  “Me too.” He chuckled. “I'm definitely glad I came.”

  Staring into each other’s eyes, laughing in unison, they agreed to meet again and went their separate ways.

  Chapter 3

  Charlie looked in the mirror, checking his reflection. Turning to look at his side-view, he rubbed his rugged chin. When he felt satisfied he reached for the comb and, in one move, swept it through his hair. He was ready. Annabelle was due any minute. He had already explained to the receptionist that he was expecting a visitor and that said visitor was to be directed to his room. Now he paced, looking out the window, unable to control his excited restlessness. Finally, there was a knock on his door.

  Struggling to appear cool, calm and collected, Charlie opened the door. What he saw captivated him. There in the hallway stood Annabelle in a form fitting dark blue dress and pearl earrings. She had on a slight bit of red lipstick and held a conspicuously large purse under her arm. The two stared silently at each other.

  “May I come in?” Annabelle asked, leaning against the frame of the door. She looked serene and this intrigued Charlie. He had no idea what to expect from her. With her big, green eyes and blond hair, pink cheeks and cherubic face, she looked like a little doll. An innocent one. He knew already that she was far from that!

  “Yeah, sure. Come in.” Lightly, he placed his hand in the small of her back as he escorted her inside and closed the door behind her. “You look lovely in that dress. It's almost a shame to take it off.” As she turned around to look at him, he smiled.