Read Confessions of a Mail Order Bride - Complete Online
Authors: Kate Kent
I picked up my wine glass, swilling it around. “It’s nice that we have the whole place to ourselves.” The Big Bull Inn was closed for a few days while a plumbing problem was being fixed. It was a shame because I knew financially Vic would lose a lot of business. At the same time, it was nice he got a break from his regular duties. Vic worked way too hard.
“Yep, even Max is out for the evening,” Vic grinned. “It’s just you and me, babe. We got the whole place to ourselves.”
“Really? Max is out?” That surprised me. Vic had mentioned to me before that Max rarely went out. Except to make the occasional run to the store or pick up take out at Kane’s, he was a homebody. “Is he on a date?” Somehow, the thought of Max on a date bothered me. I wasn’t sure why; he deserved every happiness.
“I think he went for a long run in his bull,” Vic replied somberly.
“You
think
?”
“I don’t know.”
I raised my brows. “Your brother goes somewhere every Friday night and you don’t know where? I thought you two were close?”
Vic’s shoulders slumped and I could see anguish in his eyes. “We’ve always been tight—like this.” Vic held up his hand and crossed his two fingers together. “We practically read each other’s minds. But after mom was killed, he rebuffed me.”
“He was there when she died, right? Trying to defend her?”
Vic nodded. “He’d stopped by her place to visit one day and a gang of shifters were robbing her. Two of them were guarding the front of the house in their wolf. He could hear our mother screaming in the kitchen. He tried to get to her, but he never had a chance to transition into his bull. Of course in his man form, he was no match for the thugs in their wolf. He fought them as hard as he could, but they worked him over, knocking him out cold. When he woke he ran into the kitchen, but it was too late.” Vic shook his head sadly. “Our mother was dead.” They never caught who did it.
“That’s so awful.”
“Yeah, and because he was knocked out he couldn’t transition in time to fully heal…”
“…so he has those scars on his face,” I said, running my hand lightly along the soft skin of my cheek. “It’s all so sad.”
Vic took a deep breath. “After mom died he just…withdrew. I tried to coax him out of his shell but he pulled back. Being accused of starting the fires around town hasn’t helped.”
“Yeah, I bet.” There had been a number of fires set in Shifter Villages and I knew that Max had been thrown in jail more than once by Deputy Bob as the primary suspect. But there had never been enough evidence to keep him locked up.
Vic grunted. “I just left him alone and hoped he’d snap out of it. For a while there I thought he was doing better, but for the past few weeks he’s been even worse.”
“I’m sorry, Vic. He must be in a lot of pain—you both must be in a lot of pain,” I touched him lightly on the shoulder.
“I know he’s lonely too. I tried to find him a match on the ‘Luscious Lads and Ladies’ site,” Vic frowned. “He didn’t get any responses.”
“That’s crazy. He seems like such a sweet guy.”
“I guess women don’t like his messed up face.”
“I don’t get it,” I shook my head. “I don’t really even see the scars. Sure, I noticed them at first, but after I got to know him a little bit—I just never see them anymore.”
“That’s because you’re an angel, Bree,” Vic said, giving me a light kiss on the lips.
“You know,” I pulled away from Vic, “that makes me so mad.” Just thinking of the women who passed on Max because of his scars made my blood boil. “People can be so shallow sometimes.” I spat out the words, thinking of how stupid people could be; wrapped up in how someone looked on the outside—not what they were like on the inside. “They should think about how he got them. He was defending his mom. Max is a very brave man to fight a pack of shifters unarmed. Those scars are badges of courage and strength.”
“I know,” Vic slammed his hand down on the table. “I just wish he’d talk to me again—like we used to.”
“Time will help,” I replied softly.
Vic threw his hands in the air helplessly. “I hope so. I miss my baby brother.”
I could see Vic was struggling and decided to change the subject.
“Well, thank you for the meal. It was delicious,” I patted the corners of my mouth with a cloth napkin. “You shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble.”
“The pleasure was all mine, I love cooking for you,” Vic murmured.
I smiled. Vic was such a sweetheart. Over the past weeks that we’d been dating he had treated me like a princess; taking me out for dinner, giving me little gifts, and now cooking this scrumptious meal for me.
I shook my head. “I can’t believe I ate so much.” I surveyed the table. “I loved the maple glazed chicken. What was that spice in it?”
Vic gave me a wide smile. “Rosemary.”
I rubbed my belly. “It was so yummy.”
“You like it, huh?” Vic pointed to the little piece of chicken left on his plate—there was no food on mine. “You just rub a little rosemary, pepper, and salt on boneless chicken breasts and boil a mixture of maple syrup, orange juice, and white wine together. Sautee the breasts in melted butter and then pour the maple mixture over the chicken and cook through. The sauce will turn into a rich, coppery glaze. It’s easy-peasy.”
I shook my head. “Easy? I can barely boil water.”
Vic laughed. “But you work at Kane’s Bar and Grill?”
“Yeah,” I smiled impishly, “but I’m a hostess, and I plan parties and help brides with their wedding receptions. I tell
other
people what to cook!
“Hasn’t your brother Kane taught you how to cook?”
“Ha…he’s tried, but I made such a mess in the kitchen he gave up.”
“Well, if you like I’ll teach you how to cook. I don’t mind a mess…” Vic shot me a sexy look, “…if
you’re
the one making it.”
“Hmm, that’s a sweet offer, Mr. Harris. I may take you up on it. But I do love it when you cook for me!”
I looked around the table. In addition to the delicious chicken dish, Vic had made fluffy white rice and asparagus roasted with cracked black pepper, parmesan, and garlic. He’d even made homemade honey butter rolls. But there was very little left of any of the food, since I’d scarfed most of it up.
“Eeks, I think I ate a lot!” I motioned to the rice dish where a few solitary grains speckled the bottom of the bowl.
“I love that you enjoyed it,” Vic grinned.
A little shiver of pleasure ran through me as he reached out and ran his fingers along my lips.
“I really enjoy cooking. But it’s not something I have a lot of time for anymore, with running the inn. Oh…I have something else for you.”
“What is it?” Vic was such a doll. He was always giving me little surprises.
“Let me grab it.” While he disappeared into the kitchen I looked around the room. We were in a small private dining area. The Big Bull Inn was such a beautiful building. I knew it had to be a lot of work to take care of it. Vic had told me that tight finances prevented him from hiring any help. It was time consuming, but he and his brother Max did the best they could. Max...he seemed so sweet, but unlike Vic, who tended to be confident and outgoing, Max was painfully shy. He used to stop in at Kane’s to get take out and I’d eventually gotten him to open up and talk to me. But lately he hadn’t been in to the restaurant at all. When I saw him at the Big Bull, it seemed like he would go out of his way to avoid me. He would duck quickly into another room or walk in the opposite direction. It seemed like he was going out of his way to distance himself, but I wasn’t sure why. It really hurt me…it surprised me how much. But there was just something about Max that drew me to him. I’d always loved our chats, and I had thought he felt the same way.
“What do you think of this?” Vic asked, entering the room.
My eyes widened. “Oh my God, that looks amazing!” Vic was carrying a huge chocolate layered cake and a can of whipped cream. “Did you bake it?”
He smiled. “Uh huh. It was made from scratch by me…haha, just kidding. I bought it at the Crazy Cakes Bakery.”
“Mmmm, it looks delicious!”
“And of course,” Vic winked, “I got whipped cream to go on it.”
I licked my lips and made a smacking sound. “Yum! I can’t wait to dig in.”
“I got something else you can eat, too,” Vic joked as he patted the front of his pants, “and I’ll be happy to put whipped cream on it for you.”
“Vic, you’re so bad…but in a good way.” I had to admit that sounded way better than the cake, even though I was a chocoholic. The first time I’d had sex with Vic, I’d been blown away by the size of his shaft. His cock wasn’t just big. It was
enormous
. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in my pussy, but somehow it worked just right. I loved giving him oral sex too. I couldn’t fit all of his cock in my mouth yet…but I sure as hell loved trying.
“You wanna skip the cake and just go upstairs?” he asked throatily. There’s something else I’d much prefer to eat right now.”
I swallowed. I could feel my panties creaming. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” Vic responded in a low, guttural tone as he took my hand.
“What about all this?” I motioned to the dirty plates and the rest of the mess on the table.
“It can wait,” he replied. With one quick motion he picked me up and cradled me in his arms.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and nestled next to his warm body. I loved the feel of his muscular chest, even if I was feeling it through his tee.
Vic scaled the stairs to his room, carrying me as if I was as light as a feather. He unlocked the door, kissing me at the same time. As he put me down, he pulled me tightly next to his body, and pushed the door closed with his foot.
“Mmmm, I’ve been waiting all night to feel you close to me, baby.”
“Oh,” I teased, touching his lips softly with my finger, “why is that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
I could feel Vic’s cock pressing against me through his pants. I reached down to stroke it through the fabric.
“God, what you do to me, woman. You don’t mind if I take this off now, do you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as he reached for the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Gazing directly into my eyes, he unhooked the back of my bra and pulled the straps off of my shoulders. He leaned in, kissing my skin.
“So beautiful, so soft,” he murmured, grazing his lips and tongue along my décolletage.
I was so glad I had taken the time to apply body lotion. Normally I rarely bothered, but since I’d been dating Vic I had started wearing it again. I wanted to be smooth and lovely for him. I wanted him to want me—hunger for me.
His gentleness became bolder as his animal started to surface. He reached down and massaged my breasts with his large hands, then pinched the nipples. They perked up in little buds immediately, as desire raced along my spine.
“Oooh, yes Vic, lick my tits,” I whimpered. I loved having my breasts fondled, nibbled and pinched.
He sucked one into his mouth and pulled on it with his teeth. I grabbed at his hair, clawing the strands as the pleasure raced through me. His tongue lapped along the breast tissue and down the path to the top of my jeans. My juices were flowing like crazy.
“That feels so good,” I cried out.
“Yeah, it does,” Vic moaned.
He unsnapped my jeans, yanking them down while he continued to lick the whole time. As I stepped out of them, I moved behind him to his other side. I pulled his tee up and off his head, revealing his thick, muscular back. His broad shoulders tapered down to a V and I could see the crack of his firm ass peeking out from his jeans.
“I’m gonna have to eat you, babydoll…
now
!” he growled.
“Sit here, baby—on the chair.”
Vic pulled me over to a toffee colored overstuffed chair and pushed me gently so I was sitting down in it. He positioned himself so he was kneeling on the pile carpet in front of me.
He ran his hands lightly along my tummy and down the little trail to my lacy bikini panties, then he touched the skin along my legs and thighs. In a circular motion, he traced his fingers over the lacy fabric, down between my thighs, and back up again. “These panties are getting in my way,” he grunted aggressively, eyeing my pink bikini disdainfully. “They need to come off.”
With a quick swoop he lifted my legs, pulled the thin fabric off and tossed them to the side.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. “I want to taste that sweet, juicy pussy of yours.”
I didn’t hesitate. I wanted Vic buried between my legs as soon as possible. I couldn’t wait to feel his tongue there. I parted my thighs and Vic paused for a moment, licking his lips. It pleased me to see the sheer desire in his face.
“I said wide, baby, wide. Like this…”
He spread my legs even farther apart so one leg was loped over one arm of the chair, the other leg placed over the opposite side. My privates were totally exposed to him. As much as I like my curves, I know they are not societies ideal and sometimes I’m self-conscious about them. But I sure wasn’t now. I was totally splayed out in front of Vic and it felt so good. I could see by the look in his eyes he loved what he was looking at. Being exposed in front of him was a huge turn on, and I was so fucking wet.
“Mmm,” he nodded in approval. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He grinned, eyeing me sexily. “I want to taste every bit of you—
every
little bit of you.”
A shiver ran through me. I loved the way he told me what he wanted and looked at my curvy body.
Vic lowered his head and I moaned, knowing that in a moment I would feel his tongue deep in my folds. I couldn’t wait. He put one hand on each leg, pushing my thighs apart just a little bit more. His tongue swirled around the tender flesh of my inner right thigh, and in seconds it had snaked a moist path to my folds and he was lapping at my cunt. I moaned, arching my neck back, and closed my eyes halfway. He knew exactly where to lick me to drive me wild.
“Vic…God…” I clutched the sides of the chair to try and release some of the tension. My whole body felt like it was on fire.
He lifted his head, his eyes cloudy with lust. His mouth was wet and sticky with my juices.
“You taste so fucking good, Bree. I could eat you out all day.”
With one hand, he reached up, squeezing my tits as he sucked.
“Mmmm…”
He lowered his hands and pushed them underneath my ass so he cupped my butt cheeks. He drove his tongue even deeper into my folds, lapping and sucking greedily.
“Vic…oh God, it feels so good. Don’t stop…please, don’t stop.”
“Just try and make me stop. I’m not stopping till I make you come all over my face, Sabrina.”
I groaned, arching my hips higher so I was more even with his face. My clit was swollen and aching for relief.
Vic was tireless, his tongue lapping back and forth in a continuous motion. Then he zeroed in on my bud, driving me crazy with pleasure.
“You’re going to make me explode!” I cried out. I couldn’t take it any longer. My hips bucked as the full intensity of my orgasm washed over me. My thighs quivered, and I whimpered from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Vic stood up, grinning, and pulled his jeans down.
“You ready for this, baby?” he asked in a low, guttural tone, “…because I’m sure as hell ready for you.”
I swallowed. He was commando under his denims, and I could see his cock was thick and ready for me. My pussy was swollen, but I desperately wanted to feel that cock deep inside of me.
“You want to be fucked, Bree?” he asked.
I moaned with anticipation.
“Tell me, Bree. Tell me how you’d like me to fuck you.”
“I…I want you to fuck me,” I manage to choke out.
“I know that, and baby, you’re gonna get fucked alright,” Vic teased. “But I wanna know how you’d like me to fuck you? Do you want it up the ass, in your mouth, or in that sweet, tight little pussy of yours?”
“Vic, I…” I was sitting back on the chair, wet and spread, and I wanted him so badly it hurt.
“Fuck…your pussy look so juicy. I’m gonna fuck that wet pussy of yours—hard!”
I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs; I was so turned on. I loved hearing Vic tell me what he was going to do to me.
“Please…fuck me,” I begged, the words spilling out of my mouth. I wanted to feel every inch of this man.
Vic gave me a deep kiss as he pushed his dick into me. I groaned as the enormity of his cock filled me up to the brim. It hurt, but it felt so good. He thrust harder, pushing even further into me.
“Mmmph…” he grunted as his shaft stroked in and out, his balls slapping against my skin. His hips grinded against me as his cock pumped. “Fuck…you feel so good, Bree…so fucking good.”
I reached down and squeezed his balls firmly, feeling the tightness.
He buried his face in my ear as he thrust into me harder. “I’m gonna blow, Bree. You’re gonna make me fucking blow my load.”
I could feel the tension in my body too and knew I was going to orgasm again. I cried out with pleasure as my body arched, and I dug my nails into Vic’s back. This man felt so incredible…this orgasm was so intense.
Vic buried his face in my neck as he exploded. “I love fucking you, Bree…I love fucking you!”