Double Pleasure: Alpha Male Taboo Forbidden Romance (9 page)

“So what. We’re adults now, right?”

“I guess.”

“Give me a month. Let me prove my love. You’re going to be graduating soon.”

“In a month.”

“So, yeah. Let me help you and see if this could work.”

“Okay.”

I was closer to sober than I had been earlier, but when it came to Mark my mind was always clear. While I’d never said anything, my crush on him went back a long way. We kissed again, cementing the agreement. Just as it was getting good, I heard someone rattling the doorknob. A moment later, they banged loudly on the door.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” a guy yelled.

Both of us jumped up and got dressed.

“What are we going to tell him? I asked.

“I’ll handle it. Just get ready to run.”

“You don’t think it’s going to come down to that, do you?”

“No, but you never know. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Aww, you’re my hero, my knight in shining armor, my…”

“Okay, smart ass. Let’s go.”

He unlocked and opened the door with one hand while he held one of mine in the other. As soon as it opened, he tossed my costume on the guy. With the tie-dye sheet under his arm and holding my hand in his, he took off past the guy toward the stairs. We made it downstairs before the dude figured out what the hell was going on. A moment later, we were outside and headed toward his car. I was safe.

Six

Mark

“Do you know what our friends are going to say about this?” Mom asked from the head of the dining room table.

Dad paced back and forth behind her. Every few seconds, he looked over at us as if he was about to say something important, but nothing came out of his mouth and he went back to pacing the floor.

“Mom, it’s not like we’re blood related,” Carissa said.

“Carissa Mae Jones, it does matter.”

We both knew when she used our full name she was extremely pissed. Two weeks had passed since the big party. A single night had not passed without me sleeping next to Carissa. It was a little awkward for her at first, but the more we made love, the more we both realized we were meant for each other. I put my arm around my stepsister’s shoulders.

“We’re in love. There’s nothing you can do to stop us from getting married.” I looked up at my father. “You know how I was so down the other week? Well, it’s because they diagnosed me with cancer. I thought I was going to die.”

He stopped pacing and stared at me. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Does it matter? All you two think about is you. We’re our own people.”

“Yeah,” Carissa said, jumping in. “We make a great team. And we’re happy together.”

“Thinking I was going to die changed my entire outlook on life. I’m tired of hiding and being afraid. I want to live before I’m too old to live a life worth living.”

“Any life is worth living,” Dad said with a scowl.

“You’re going to cause us so much grief,” Mom chimed in.

“No, we’re not,” Carissa countered. “We’re going to change our last name so nobody knows.”

“People will still find out, and…”

“Even worse,” Dad interrupted Mom. “They want to change their name. My name!”

“Why can’t you guys see it from our perspective,” Carissa pleaded.

“It’s no use,” I said, standing up. “Let’s go.”

My fiancé stood up. I took her hand in mine. We looked at our parents one last time, hoping to shame them into doing the right thing. Both of them turned their backs to us. I walked out of the dining room and toward the front door, Carissa at my side. Once outside, we got into my car, A Chrysler 300 that was nicer than the one she owned – a Chevy Malibu.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her as we drove away.

“We’ll start our own family.”

We began our planning for the wedding on the ride home that night. A lot needed to be done to pull it all off after I graduated, but we were both up to the challenge. She was right when she said we made a good team. My life suddenly seemed limitless with my soulmate next to me day and night. Part of me worried she would change her mind at the last minute, but even if she did, I would still love her.

Seven

Carissa

I was amazed when Mom and Dad declared they would be coming to the wedding. While I was prepared to go through it without them, both Mark and I wanted them to be there with us as we made the biggest decision in our lives. The party where we hooked up was just a spark that lit the love between us. We were perfect for each other. Happiness was a daily occurrence.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. At the reception, a couple dozen friends and family members drank, ate, listened to our toasts, danced, drank some more, and so on. Around midnight, Mark took me by the hand and let me through the kitchen of the banquet hall we’d rented. Out back, we got into his car and drove to the nearby hotel where we had the best room available.

As soon as we made it through the door and shut it behind us, we embraced and kissed. Our clothes were soon spread across the floor. His hands moved over my skin, touching all the right places. I grabbed his limp cock and tugged at it. When he was hard, he bent me over the edge of the bed. I expected to feel him enter me, but instead I felt his tongue on my tender pussy lips.

“Mark…” I moaned.

He pulled apart my ass cheeks and ate my pussy as if it was his last meal on Earth. Once I was wet, he positioned himself behind me. His hard cock slipped inside me effortlessly. When he started thrusting in and out, my breasts pressed against the mattress, teasing my nipples. We had already fucked at least a dozen times or more, trying all sorts of kinky positions, but each time was still unique and exciting.

We cared so much about each other that it made the physical pleasure that much better. My mind connected with his seamlessly. Many times, we could understand what the other was saying without uttering a single word. As you might imagine, that made our sexy times in the bedroom infinitely exciting and pleasurable.

I came with him deep inside me. As my muscles clenched around him, he cried out in pleasure. His orgasm was just as big as mine. After he pulled out, we both went to the bathroom to clean up. A warm shower with the man I loved was the best possible ending to the happiest day of my life. Everything had a meaning suddenly. Love was all we needed.

♥ ♥ ♥

Eleven months later, our first child arrived. We named her Amy, which thrilled my roommate to no end. Mark was just happy to have me in his life full time. Together, we made it through the pregnancy. As for being parents of our own, we had a lot to learn. Luckily, we worked well together. My faults were countered by his strengths and vice versa.

After I graduated college, we started our own company so we could both work from home and raise our family the right way. The business centered on costumes. We had a website that generated a ton of cash – three months during the year. Luckily, we made enough during those three months to support ourselves for the rest of the year without having to work too hard.

I watched as Mark played with little Amy on the floor. They both looked adorable. Sometimes I wondered if my stepbrother would’ve said something to me eventually even if he hadn’t been told he was going to die. The answer scared me enough to not ask him the question out loud. He stood up and looked over at me on the couch.

“I’m putting her to bed. You want anything on my way back?”

“I’m fine. Thanks.”

He picked up Amy and carried her to out of the room. When he returned, he sat down next to me on the couch, resting his hand on my knee casually.

“I love you, babe. I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll be in in just a bit.”

We kissed before he stood up and walked to our bedroom. I smiled. My life couldn’t get any better. Cupid’s arrow had hit the right “Mark.”

Bonus Story 3

Little Secret

Ever since I graduated college, I've been stressing about how to pay my student loan bills. The rude people calling never stopped trying to make me feel like shit for not having enough money to pay my debt. While I'd gotten a week after I got my degree, it was an entry level position and I was barely making enough to survive. My life was shit.

As I sat on my couch and stared at the blank television, I realized how much I missed having cable. I didn't have money to party or do anything really, but that was about to change. The job I'd managed to get was a decent one, but I didn't feel like I was making as much money as I was worth, especially considering I was saddled with so much student loan debt.

I knew I never should have taken the money from work, but it was so easy. After just a week, I had an extra hundred dollars. If I was smart and continued messing with the books slightly, I'd be able to finally send the debt collectors some cash so they would just leave me the fuck alone. The moment I took the money the first time – just twenty dollars – I'd felt horrible.

That feeling had passed when I realized I could keep taking twenty dollars day after day without being noticed. For a full week, I'd been taking a little money each day and it was finally starting to add up – the amount as well as my feelings of doing something wrong. Throughout college, I'd never cheated a day in my life. I just figured with all the work I'd done, I'd be able to get a better job.

After I drank the last of the rot gut wine, I took the glass into the kitchen and set it in the sink. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I had no other means of entertainment, but I really felt like touching myself. Working so hard in college hadn't given me any time to experiment sexually as I'd originally planned. I was still a virgin at the age of twenty-one.

“Why is my life so shit?” I asked the empty room.

When I didn't get an answer, I headed into my bedroom and got into bed. As I laid on top of the covers, I started to think about my life. Had I been making the wrong decisions? The money at work wasn't as much of a concern as the fact that I'd not had a lot of sex (or any sex) during my college years. I thought of myself as a very sexual person even if I hadn't made love before.

The more I thought about all the hot guys who had lived around me, the more turned on I got. My hands moved to my breasts. As I started to massage them, the rest of the world, including all my problems, began to fade away. Feeling them through the material was soon not enough, and I sat up and pulled the shirt off. Then I laid back and started touching myself again.

My fingers twirled around my nipples, teasing them. As they got hard and even more sensitive, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine some hunky guy was feeling me up. I knew it was just a fantasy, but it made me feel less dirty when I was playing with myself. With one hand still gently playing with a nipple, my other hand slipped lower on my body.

Just as I was about to slip it into my sweat pants so I could touch myself, I heard a knock at door. I stopped instantly and sat up in bed. Had I imagined the sound? Who the hell would show up after eight in the evening? A moment later, I heard the sound again. After I got out of bed and threw on a robe, I headed to the living room.

When I looked out the peephole, I was surprised to see Cain Jackson from work. He was in the accounting department and the person that handed out the paychecks every Friday afternoon. What was he doing at my house? I took a deep breath and tried to relax for a moment. I'd gone from pleasuring myself to freaked out in record time.

“Can I help you?” I asked through the door.

“Open up, Mandy. We need to talk.”

“Hold on a minute,” I said then glanced around the room.

Slowly, I unlocked the door and opened it slightly.

“I think it's better if we have this conversation inside,” he said.

As a much older man, he had some sort of authority in his voice. The way he sounded made me want to obey him. I swung the door open and motioned him in. Before shutting the door, I looked around to see if any of my nosy neighbors had noticed. Luckily, it appeared as if everyone else was asleep or getting ready for bed. I shut the door and turned around to face Cain.

“Can I help you? It's a little late.”

“I know about your little secret,” he said, confidently taking off his jacket. “You have somewhere to hang this up?”

“Excuse me? I don't think you're staying.”

“I'm staying for a bit. Don't be rude. It's not going to help your cause.”

What did he mean? I wondered as I took the jacket from him then hung it up in the closet next to the front door. When I turned around, he had walked further into the living room and sat down on my brown leather couch. His arms were stretched out, and he had one leg crossed over the over. What concerned me the most – and made me a little hot – was the expression on his face.

He looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary, very full of himself. The confidence he exuded was powerful. I tried to hide my hesitation and nervousness and walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down. His eyes crawled all over my body. I pulled on my robe to make sure I was covering everything.