ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: M.V.B. - Most Valuable Baby (Sports Secret Baby Romance) (Contemporary Interracial Pregnancy Romance) (32 page)

Amazingly, he did not stop there and he continued to administer to my oral needs. I came at least three more times and then his hands were on my hips guiding that missile to my sweet hole. They say good things come to those who wait. He was the one that was making up for the other disappointments. Men had come and gone out of my life like a revolving door, but he was the one that made them pale in comparison.

His cock was inside me and I could hear him mumbling something underneath his breath. I thought that I heard something like. “I can’t fucking believe it…so hot…so fucking wet and tight. It feels like I’m doing a virgin.” He wasn’t talking to me. He was pretty much in awe that he had found a woman that could match him stroke for stroke.

“I think you can…do better than that. C’mon Anderson…put your weight against it and give me the fucking you’ve been waiting for. You and I both know… Yes… Yes…that you’ve been teasing me and hoping for this day.” I screamed and I noticed that there was a guy walking his dog. He had stopped on the beach to watch our impromptu sex show.

He stood there squeezing his package and looking around to make sure that nobody else had witnessed any of this. I’m sure that he would have taken it out, but he didn’t want to take the risk of being found acting like some kind of pervert.

“I love the way that your pussy grabs me tightly. I’m sure that you can feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m going to give you the pounding of a lifetime and you’re not going to be able to walk straight.” It was a good thing that my leg muscles were well developed and that my stamina was ready to go the distance. I was thankful that I’d taken up jogging along with the necessary cardio from surfing. “All I see is a desirable woman that needs me in her life to complete her. Fuck…you’re doing that on purpose.” I squeezed down on him with those muscles that I had learned to manipulate. It was funny, but that same oriental young man had taught me some amazing things, before he was called back to an arranged marriage.

“Drive it in deep…make me feel it all the way down to my fucking toes.” I lost my composure. That orgasm was, so damn intense that it was grabbing me by the throat and wouldn’t let go. It strangled the very breath from my body and then I did the exact same thing to the invading presence between my legs.

He rode the wave of my climax. I thought that I was going to pop the cork from his champagne of love. He was breathing heavily, but he did not go off. He waited, until I was back within the moment before picking up speed and the pace of his thrusts.

“I think that you’ve wanted this and I’m damn well going to give it to you.” I felt his cock swelling and that vein now pumping with a life of its own. He bellowed into the sky, while pulling out and shooting all over my ass. I heard an approving chuckle and then a clapping of hands. We both looked up to see that man Doffing his hat to a show that was worth the price of the free admission.

“I’m hoping that you’re not just going to leave me lying here. Do I even dare to ask you if you intend to stay? I don’t think that you’re the kind a man that is going to let me down. I thought that I had you pegged from the very beginning, but you surprised me. Is my trust in you warranted, or have I been fooling myself?” I could feel his hot breath in my ear and the feel of his shaft nestled in between my cheeks.

“If you will have me, then you can have me for the rest of your life.” I wasn’t sure if I believed him.

We continued to date for some time, until he finally popped the question during a meal that was fit for a queen. We were going to be married and I had tamed the man. I was worried that he would cheat on me with another, but I got the feeling that his commitment to me was final and absolute.

We sealed our love with a kiss at the altar. It was a magical moment and we were about to start a new life together. There was, so much left for us to explore about each other and we had years to find everything out.

The Dragon Shifter’s Wild Mate

CHAPTER ONE

Waking up, sweat clinging to her body, Jocelyn felt her heart racing in her chest. The dream had come again. The same one she had had for the last five nights since she had been taken into holding by the Dtor and his chief advisor the Docart. A month ago, the reality of where she was would have seemed unimaginable.

Orphaned at a young age, Jocelyn’s demeanor was quiet and reserved. She always felt like an outsider, and struggled to create long-term relationships with anyone—friends, men, even her adoptive family. When she started her job as a psychiatric social worker a little over a year ago, she dreamt of making an impact on other’s lives. She hoped that through helping them she could somehow help herself. The reality was, however, that Josey’s job filled her with nothing but frustration.

The majority of the patients she saw were men. She hated working with men. They always challenged her, and never seemed to give her respect. While she tried to convince herself the reason for this was her passive nature, she knew that in reality it came from her physique. Being a curvy, voluptuous woman had always brought with it its own brand of attention. That, coupled with her round, almost childlike face and large green eyes made working with the men sent to her by court mandate almost unbearable.

Kain Connelly was like all the rest. He sat, slumped in the small wooden chair across from her, muttered something occasionally, but was more or less uncooperative. He was a large, muscular man, with shaggy strawberry blond hair, deep hazel-green eyes, and the ability to fill her with a sense of intimidation just by looking at her. His overall presence was overbearing, and his stance always aggressive.

During their first three meetings, Jocelyn learned very little about him. He had been in and out of prison multiple times, usually for petty theft. But the last charge brought against him was assault on a police officer and landed him his longest stint in jail, along with an order from the court to meet with her weekly upon being released.

The morning of their fourth meeting started like all the others. She asked him questions, and he refused to answer. That day, though, she decided to push him a little more.

“You just need to answer a few questions, Mr. Connelly,” she insisted. “At least tell me why you felt the need to assault that man.”

“You want to know why I beat the shit out of that self-entitled son of a bitch?” Kain said leaning forward quickly clutching the arm rests of the chair.

Taken aback by his sudden hostility, Josey forced herself to resist the urge to move away from his aggressive gesture. “It would be a good start.”

“He was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he said in a low, almost haunting tone.

“He was a police officer. He was called to the scene because of a disturbance; a disturbance caused by you.”

“He should have left well enough alone,” Kain said. A smirk spread across his face.

“You’re proud of yourself,” she noted, reaching across her desk for a pen to make a note in her file.

Quickly, he reached out to grab her hand. In the brief instant that their skin touched, Jocelyn felt a hot almost fire like sensation run up her arm. She pulled her hand back quickly, examining it. When she looked up, his eyes were looking deeply into hers. The aggressive, defensive look he had written across his face during all of their previous meetings was gone. He looked almost as surprised as she felt. Something had happened in that moment. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something changed.

CHAPTER TWO

Sitting in her stone walled cell, Jocelyn thought back on that day. She ran her fingers along the place where she first felt his touch, and smiled to herself. So much had changed since that moment. She got to her feet and paced back and forth across the small space. The ground beneath her bare feet was cold, but it didn’t bother her. It soothed her in a sense, and as she moved back and forth she ran her hand along the stone wall, letting the cooling sensation play on her fingertips.

Since being brought to The Cave, Jocelyn always felt hot, even though the structure was hidden away deep in the mountains and the air temperature couldn’t be more than forty degrees. The heat that constantly clung to her wasn’t coming from the room; however, it was coming from inside her. The feeling reminded her of the night that Kain and her became forever intertwined.

After the exchange in her office he slowly consumed her every thought, and a feeling of familiarity began to surround the image of him in her mind. She had the feeling that she had always known him, but couldn’t figure out how.

A few nights later, when she found him in the bar a few blocks from her apartment she hoped to get answers. She had decided to go out with friends, something relatively out of character for her. When the group had finished with their night and began heading for the door, she sensed it. The air in the room became heavy. It felt like a sudden wave of heat had consumed her. Scanning the room quickly, she saw him. He was standing at the opposite end of the bar, leaning against a wooden table, his eyes on her.

Her gaze still fixed on his, Josey pushed her way past the small crowd of people separating them and planted herself square in front of him. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

He laughed heartily and threw back the last drops of the beer in his hand. “What am I doing here?” he took a step in her direction. “I’m drinking. What does it look like?”

“You’re on parole. You’re not supposed to...” she began. He moved even closer, causing her voice to trail off. He wrapped his strong muscular arms around her and pulled her close. The sensation she felt rush through her body was all consuming. Her knees went weak and her palms became sweaty.

“It seems like I’m doing a lot of things I’m not supposed to be tonight,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes filled with passion and fire. He leaned in closer, causing her body to become overwhelmed with heat.

Trying to focus on his words more than his touch, she forced herself to turn and look up at him, his face brushing against hers. “You’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered into his ear, trying to resist the urge to pull him closer.

“That’s the problem, Jocelyn.” The way he said her name made a shiver run down her spine. “I haven’t. I would love to explain away this whole thing with an excuse like alcohol. But since that day in your office, I haven’t been able to think straight. Drink or no drink, I’ve thought about you every moment since.”

His words reached down inside her and pulled up the emotions she had been suppressing. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that her feelings were unreasonable, she couldn’t deny that in the instant he touched her she felt a sort of bond with him. It was something she had never felt before, and she knew she would never be able to let go of it.

Against her better judgment, she accepted his invitation to return to his place with him. It was something she never did. She didn’t go home with men from the bar, and especially not with patients. But the longing to feel his touch again overtook her.

When they got to his house, high up in the mountains outside of the small Montana town she had lived in her entire life, the first thing she noticed was the condition of the home. It was large, but in an advanced state of decay. The air inside smelled moldy and stale, and there was a layer of dust covering everything.

He led her down the hall and into a small sitting room. All of the furniture was covered in sheets. She looked around the room, trying to make out her surroundings in the darkness. “The lights don’t work,” he explained as he walked passed her and over to the large fireplace. She didn’t see him light a match or pull out a lighter, but in the blink of an eye a roaring fire appeared, filling the room with a soft orange glow.

“It looks like no one has lived here for years,” she observed glancing around the room.

“No one except me,” he said as he took a seat on the large rug in front of the fire. He gestured to his side, inviting her to join him. “There’s no heat either. You’ll get cold,” he explained.

Carefully she walked towards him, her heart pounding in her ears. “How can you live here? No electricity, no heat,” she began once she had taken her spot next to him.

“Is that really the question you want to ask me?” he said to her, avoiding making eye contact. In the warm light of the fireplace his features seem soft. His usually defined face appeared smooth and innocent.

“No,” she began. “It’s not.”

“Then ask,” he insisted, still looking down at the ground between them and not up at her.

“That moment, in my office, what was that?” she asked hesitantly.

“That was something you can’t understand; something that shouldn’t have happened.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” she replied.

He slowly reached out and placed his hand on her leg, letting the sensation run through her body again. “That,” he said quietly, looking up at her. “That shouldn’t happen.”