BAD BOY ROMANCE: A Wifey for the Bad Boy (Contemporary Alpha Male Romance Book) (New Adult Alpha Male Romance Short Stories) (45 page)

“Okay. Then we need to get proactive here. I promise you it will be okay.”

“I know it will. I have faith in all of you.”

“Your dream team,” Keith told her, stunned when she kissed him right there at the table in front of her folks. He was even more stunned when they didn’t react outside of Jim rolling his eyes.

They would figure this out together. Jan was going to be okay.

Four Months Later

“Honey, I’m home!”

Jan smiled as Keith did his best, read very bad, Desi Arnaz impression. She was on the couch, looking through a lesson plan.

The last few months had been full of ups and downs. Jan’s school had been closed, and several of the staff members had been sanctioned, though Jan had been ruled to be in the clear. Still, given the situation, she’d taken some time off, to try to regroup. Jan had intended for there to be a break of a few months, while she got used to being Mrs. Gordon, but that hadn’t happened.

Not the Mrs. Gordon part. That had happened three weeks ago, in a quiet, beautiful ceremony. It would have been a whirlwind courtship, except they’d finally faced the relationship they’d been denying all this time. Their romance had been explosive, but the feelings and care behind it had been nothing but the truth, and they’d built upon all the time they’d known each other to create a life together.

Keith had wanted Jan to be a typical doctor’s wife, and had suggested she stay at home for a while before seeking work. Part of that was probably to protect her, she’d realized.

When a mother of a former student had called Jan, only two weeks into her break, she hadn’t known what to think. And then, when the other had explained they were investigating an educational co-op, home schooling a dozen children, and asked if Jan would be interested in teaching them, she’d been astounded. With the situation with Brody still being so hot, she’d thought nobody would hire her.

She was a natural fit for the position and the kids--six to nine year olds--adored her. It had given Jan new purpose and a career trajectory she hadn’t expected, but it was a great fit.

“How are you, sweetheart?” Keith asked, dropping onto the couch beside Jan. It was so nice that they had this personal synergy as well as the sexual. He was her best friend, the one she trusted with all her secrets, and even more than that, the one she trusted never to betray her confidences. A friend, a lover, and an incredibly hot man who had made her his bride. How had she gotten so lucky?

“Good. How was your day?”

“Quiet. Only seven patients, nothing too horrible.” He gave her a wink. “You busy or you want to um...mess around?”

“Is that a proposal, or a proposition?”

“Whatever it is, honey, I just want to fuck you.” Keith stood and reached for Jan’s hand.

Keith’s rough language turned her on, and Jan slipped the papers off her lap. He could turn her on so much with a look or an appraising expression, and Jan thrilled to his gaze, the need in him that he so easily displayed.

And that beautiful hard cock of his that was already straining his button fly. “I love this aversion to underwear you have,” she told him, fingertips brushing over his bulge.

“Easier access,” he said, his voice going raspy and sexy. Jan unbuttoned him with deft hands, stroking her hand over his length. She kissed the head, sucking it into her mouth with just the right amount of suction to drive him crazy. It had been amazing learning all of his hot spots, the way he groaned when she bit lightly under the head, and the way he loved it when she ran her fingers over his balls, and sometimes even over the ridge that ran further back. And he was just as good, learning the exact pressure that drove her crazy when he licked her pussy, his tongue pressing into her G-spot as if he had a map telling him every one of her hot spots.

The small things turned Keith on and Jan loved giving him all the satisfaction she could muster, sometimes getting him off three or four times in a night. There was a wealth of power there, a give and take that she found utterly amazing. She wouldn’t have it--or him--any other way.

“How ‘bout we wait on this one, Jan,” Keith said, lightly tugging on her hair. “I need to be buried inside your pussy.”

“Oh god, please!” It was a Pavlovian reaction to be sure, but her entire body came alive at those words, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening.  Sucking his cock was amazing in and of itself, but when he combined that with the promise of a deep, hard fuck while her mouth was on him, that was all sorts of incredible.

“Then maybe later I can fuck your breasts and you can swallow.”

“I always swallow,” she told him with a wink. She loved it when he fucked her breasts, her generous tits holding him secure, his pre-cum lubricating his way. And when he got close and looked down at her, the electricity in his eyes was enough to make her come just from pleasing him.

Jan patted his cock gently and stood before leading him into the bedroom, her hand wrapped around his hot length. He loved this as much as she did, and his panting, ragged breaths tore through the hallway, and then their bedroom. She squeezed and pumped him a few times, assuring them both that he would be kept on the edge as long as possible. While slow, lazy fucks had their place, she enjoyed the faster, harder ones the most, when he slammed himself inside her and owned her every reaction. Their give and take of power was so seamless, so perfect.

So beautiful.

Jan pulled off her tee shirt and shorts, spreading herself wide on the bed. His cock bobbed as Keith yanked his jeans and shoes off, then pulled his shirt off quickly, then stood in front of her, regarding her . They were at their best in these moments, completely attuned. It was as if they’d been lovers forever, rather than this short time.

“Fuck me please, Keith. I need you.”

She had an overwhelming physical ache for him to shove his way inside her, to fuck her as she wanted to be fucked. Nobody else could compare to him, the sensations and emotions he aroused in her.

When Keith slid home, Jan cried out, her pussy walls clenching down on him. At first, she’d worried that this reaction was too painful for him, but he’d repeatedly assured her that it was okay, that he liked it as much as she did. That they were whole together and the fact that she wanted to hold him inside was a beautiful thing.

Keith started rocking, using just the right amount of forceful jabs and deep long drawn out strokes, to relentlessly careen her toward the edge. She nipped at his throat, eyes drifting over the pattern of small bruises there. She really should stop marking him, but she couldn’t resist.

“Jan, please!”

And it didn’t hurt that his neck was as sensitive as his cock.

Jan shifted, arching her back and then wrapping her legs around him so that they moved as one. They were complete. Jan didn’t need anything more than this.

“Come with me, Jan!” Keith cried out, his body shaking under her. This big, strong man was reduced to putty in her hands, while she controlled and demanded his reactions.

It was a beautiful thing and Jan didn’t need anything more.

Okay, maybe she did need just a little more. More sex, more love
.
More Keith.

The love of her life.

THE END

Tangled with the Twins

Chapter 1

A flashback of memories warmed Ronda’s heart as the rain trickled down the glass pane of her spacious living room. The night reminded her of a similar night, not so long ago. Three years, was it? Or was it four years back? The time period did not matter. It seemed like it was just yesterday that Ronda and the boys had spent the night of their lives. It was beautiful. The night was dark and sensuous. The three friends were in an Eden of their own. They celebrated their virile youth that night. They celebrated love. They celebrated passion. But above all, they celebrated forbidden freedom.

Ronda Jenkins was the neighborhood belle. She was the dream girl of many a man and the object of admirable envy to the women folk. She was a poet’s muse with her cascading brown curly hair that shone like a field of chestnuts in the gleaming afternoon summer sun. Her hair framed her face like a pretty picture. Her red luscious lips had stolen many hearts and brightened the dreams of quite a few women and men. Ronda was not one of those girls who tried everything under the sun to achieve a size zero. She was rather comfortable with her buxom curvaceous figure. The boys of the literature class in high school had secretly nicknamed her Demeter, the fertility goddess.

“Mate, have you seen her curves? They actually look like the Renaissance paintings, man.” The boys used to say.

Ronda Jenkins was sensuous and she knew it. She was an early bloomer. While most women did not experience their first menstruation until they were twelve or thirteen, Ronda knew all about sanitary napkins, reproduction and intercourse by the time she was nine. Her liberal mother felt Ronda would be better equipped to handle her early menstruation and puberty if she acquainted her daughter with the biology of it all.

“Ronda sweetie, Mamma needs to talk to you about certain things now.”

“What things, Mommy?” Little Ronda had asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“You are growing up now. You are becoming a woman. There are things you should know about your body, little one.”

Her mother was not wrong. Ronda did not just handle her puberty gracefully she had started exploring her body quite early. The little Junoesque girl grew up to have a healthy sexual appetite. She had, with time, discovered the mythical secrets of the
Kamasutram
and spent quite some time learning the art of love making. As Ronda grew up and had her first sexual encounter at the age of eighteen, she realized that love making was an art and you were either born with the skill or you acquire it. Ronda made a very conscious decision of acquiring the skills of love making as extensively as possible.

Ronda’s consciousness of her own body and her acknowledgement of her sexuality stood her in a good stead even in her own life. Her physical confidence manifested itself in her daily life. Her satisfaction helped her to concentrate on her daily life more than her peers. She was quite spiritual and her extensive research about the desires of the body had convinced her that a healthy sex life was essential for a healthy development of the mind and the soul.

“Sex can lead you to moksha if done correctly. Otherwise, you just have to depend on a dirty magazine and lots of tissues.” Ronda used to laugh and deliver her little philosophies to her friends.

She had always been at the top of her class all through school. She was also the District Swimming Champion and her opponents quaked in their feet when they faced her in a debate competition. Ronda was the apple of the eye of her teachers. She was perfect and she worked very hard to maintain that perfection. Ronda was disciplined and industrious. While most students in high school shunned her because of her popularity with the boys and the teachers, college was a very different story. Her freshman year was a year of experiments. Ronda Jenkins was the Aphrodite come to earth among the mundane human creatures. She had multiple lovers- men and women. Her peers were ready to be at her service in return for her dazzling smile. She was courteous and lady like. What set Ronda apart was that she was a beauty with brains. She could seduce someone solely by reciting Donne. Her lovers were handpicked and everybody craved to achieve that distinction. Therefore, it was not surprising that a major publishing company had offered her a position as the editor in chief of their newfangled New York City branch, even before she had completed the final semester of her degree course.

Ronda was a revelation as the editor in chief. Before one could say Jack Robinson, she had made a formidable name for herself. She was the modern, unorthodox editor who actually believed in new talents and did everything in her power to promote them. She was naturally gifted when it came to choosing a quality narrative that had immense potential to generate revenues. Her superiors loved her and the writers she worked with respected her, while many of them remained forever grateful to her for assisting them to make a mark in the world of contemporary literature and receiving their much deserved credit. She was in the business for five years only when she won multiple awards recognizing her efforts in the field of publishing. Ronda had reinvented the image of the company that she worked for. When she was hired Esskay Publishers held the tenth rank in the publishing industry in United States, but with Ronda’s revolutionary outlook, they soon climbed the ladders of unexpected success and in a span of five years they had earned a spot in the top five.

Ronda was not just a workaholic.

“Working 24/7 is for idiots who can’t figure out what they are supposed to do”, Ronda used to tell her junior colleagues.

She participated actively in most social gatherings and one could often see her featured in Page 3 of the tabloids and newspapers. Every gossip column wanted to talk about her backless gown or her plunging necklines. The fashion magazines wanted to be constantly updated about her bold fashion statement. Ronda Jenkins did not follow a trend; she set the trend. She was sassy and sensuous; classy and coy; elegant and elusive; seductive and sophisticated, all at the same time. The gossip columns further wondered how a woman, so perfect and so sexy, could be single for so long. They did not take time to pair up Ronda with her dates and weave imaginary stories of their passionate love life and publish them for the readers’ interest. The columns often ran with headlines, “Is Ronda dating Rawdon?” with a blurb following that read “Editor-in-chief rumored to have been cuddling with Senior Producer”

While a part of the Page 3 was obsessed with the love life of Ronda Jenkins, the other section of it was possessed by the idea of her best friends, Matthew and Tony Dillingham. Matthew and Tony had rightfully earned the sobriquet of being the “Beguiling Brothers Grimm of the New Age”. Ronda, Tony and Matthew had been to the same school and lived in close neighborhoods. They had been good friends for as long as they had known each other. The twins, Tony and Matthew, had always been geeks. They were bullied by the class jock regularly till Ronda had put a stop to it. She had used her charms on Daniel to convince him to leave the twins alone.

“Now, now Daniel. That’s no way to hold a lady’s attention. Bullying those kids won’t get you any brownie points for this Saturday.” A wink from Ronda was enough to discourage the jock to pursue his tormenting regime.

Since then, they had often spent wonderful times in each other’s company. The twins enjoyed the privileged position of being Ronda’s special friends. Nobody disturbed them, rather they were treated with utmost courtesy by any boy who was infatuated by Ronda and wanted to be close to her. The friends had quite a few laughs at the expense of these poor and unsuspecting romantics.

“Hey Ronda, Kenneth, this senior bloke, promised to give me his bike if I can convince you to go out with him.”

“Tell him to give you the bike first. And if I like it, I’ll think about going out with him.”

Tony, Matthew and Ronda were forced to part ways after high school to start their degree program at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. They had been in touch through social networking sites and video conferencing software. During the holidays they had always made it a point to meet each other and catch up on everything that had been going on in their respective lives. The trio was inseparable and their friendship was well known in every circle.

While in Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the brothers had come up with the idea of new software that would collate a person’s search history from the Internet and their information from social networking sites to predict their consumer behavior. The software, made as a play thing, during one of their semesters, soon unveiled its true potential and the brothers realized they had invented the next most revolutionary application for the capitalist consumer. Very soon, they had patented the software and built Dillingham Innovations, a multi- billion dollar enterprise that not only profited from their initial software but had gone forward to contribute significantly to the software industry. Inspired by Ronda, they used their company to fund upcoming talents, thereby turning the lives of young innovators into fairy tales. Very soon, they had shifted their headquarters to New York and the trio was regular guests at every happening party in the town. 

The innovators turned business honchos, Tony and Matthew were no longer the reflection of their high school images physically. They had grown up to handsome young men who were desired by every woman. They regularly made it to the list of the most eligible bachelors in New York Times. Being identical twins, it was very difficult to tell the brothers apart. They both had silky dark brown hair and green eyes. Their chiseled bodies made them popular heartthrobs among all age groups of women. A rumor was circulated during the early days of their public life that the brothers were perhaps bisexual and therefore, it was not surprising that they had a dedicated male fan base that was not necessarily interested in their intellectual exploits. The brothers enjoyed the attention. Ronda, Tony and Matthew formed the Triumvirate of Desire in New York.