Hang Em' Up: A Bad Boy Sports Pregnancy Romance Page 10

  “Till morning is all you get.”

  Ashlea nodded her head and was quickly back to sleep, almost exactly as he had found her. He stared down at her for some time before pulling his clothes back on and finding a maid to bring them some food. He had no desire to bring her in front of the family just yet. It was a bridge he was not ready to cross. He wanted to get a stronger hold on his new mate, before unleashing her to the new world she was in. Conrad didn’t want to overwhelm her with the family, but he was very much interested in overwhelming her in other ways. He took one last look behind him, before he shut the door.

  The Alpha Lion

  A Paranormal Shifter Romance

  Chapter 1

  I had just stepped off the bus, nearly gagging on the acrid odor of exhaust coming from the buses lined up at the terminal. I knew I won’t be here long. I couldn't hide from him forever. Anytime that I've gotten away in the past, he has always found me, and I've had no choice but to run in the opposite direction. I don’t even know how I had gotten myself into this mess, only that I had taken the advice of a good friend to explore my options on the Internet.

  I’m not exactly the "Barbie doll" type; I have plenty of curves in all the right places. Still, I don’t think it’s my big-boned stature that keeps me from finding love. Instead, I think it’s this wall that I've had to put up to protect myself from those that would ridicule and belittle me. I think I have the entire package and, if I do say so myself, I have beautiful natural D-cup breasts that definitely get the attention of those around me. Even on the bus, I saw one man clearly enjoying the view. At first I thought he was looking at the spit of a thing across from him, but then I noticed his eyes lingering on me. His hand was moving feverishly, and his shoulders were showing telltale signs that he was putting his fantasies into action. I admired how open he was with his sexuality, but doing something like that on a bus was a little risky at best.

  I decided to play it up a little bit and bent over slightly to give him a good look at my cleavage. I heard him gasp and I had to smile, knowing that I was the cause of his arousal.

  Then I walked by him and placed my hand lightly on his shoulder. He shuddered as he shot ropes of semen all over the back of the seat in front of him. I leaned down and whispered, “I’m glad that I could be your inspiration, but maybe next time you should try to find a more private place to please yourself.” He looked up at me with glazed eyes, his face sweaty from the exertion of jerking off. “Believe me, I’m flattered, but I don’t think that you could handle a woman like me in real life.” It was a moment of reprieve from my own life, but now I was back to thinking about what I would do when he found me again.

  Anyway, my best friend had told me that there were men out there who craved a little more meat to the bone and the Internet was the way to reach them. I had no idea what I was getting into. Before long, I was inundated with replies from men who all had the desire to climb my mountains. I didn’t even show any skin, except for some risqué photos of me in a halter top and a pair of tight jeans. This apparently got the attention of many a man and they began asking for one night stands. I was tempted to try something like that, but I was looking for something with a bit more substance--not just pictures of their junk.

  I can’t say that some of those images weren't appealing. I actually found myself throwing a lot of those photos up on the screen at the same time and using them to satisfy the itch between my legs.

  I had dark hair at the time, but now that I was on the run, I wore it lighter and a little shorter. I have no idea how he finds me every time, but he seems to get some kind premonition that I'm nearby and comes to collect his prize.

  When I first met him, I thought he was a good man, but I started to see signs that he was a little too possessive for my liking. He would come over and we would fuck for hours, but then he wouldn’t let me out of the house. He would always draw the drapes, and he showed just how possessive he could be by making sure that anybody who saw me out and about knew that I was his.

  It wasn’t until I broke it off that I found out exactly how dangerous he could be. I found a dead skunk on top of my car, and the word "slut" scratched into the doors. Then, one of my closest friends got hit by a car. I knew it was all his doing and I tried to get the police to intervene, but they didn’t have much to go on.

  Six months went by, and I tried to get away by moving, but I couldn't stay in any one town for more than a week before he raised his ugly head. I hoped each time would be different, but deep down I knew that he would never let me go.

  I walked down the street, away from the bus terminal. Passing a small diner, I spotted a "help wanted" sign in the window. If I was going to stay around for a while, I needed cash; credit cards left a traceable footprint. I was determined to keep myself off the grid as much as possible, even though it hadn't done a lick of good before.

  I stepped through the door, the bell over the door frame announcing my presence. It was an old time diner that really did look like it had come out of the 1950s. Nostalgia was everywhere, with pictures of James Dean and Elvis hanging on the wall. The waitress moving from one customer to another wore a pink and white outfit from the 1950's that gave new meaning towards going back in time.

  “I’ll be right with you, Doll,” the waitress said with a smile, and I suddenly found myself wanting to work here.

  She came over, and I saw from her nametag that her name was Sharon. “Now, what can I do for you? Are you here for dinner or did you see something in the window that caught your eye?” It was an interesting technique instead of asking outright if I was looking for work.

  “I guess I could use a bite, but I'm also looking for a job and a place to stay.”

  She looked me up and down and I was almost certain she was going to tell me that I wasn’t the right fit for this place.

  “I think we could definitely use you. Our cook has really got this place jumping. He knows what he’s doing in the kitchen and, to be honest, he’s pretty nice to look at. If I wasn’t married, I would definitely take a chance and see what's under his hood.”

  I admired how blatant she was, not afraid to say what she wanted.

  “I’ll get you a menu, but if I were to be so bold, I would suggest that you have his meatloaf.” Her sly smile confirmed the sexual innuendo behind those words, so I ordered the meatloaf and sat down to wait.

  I still couldn’t get over the ambiance and how different it felt in the diner. The real world stopped at the door, and stepping inside was like going back to a simpler time. There were small jukeboxes on each table boasting a selection of songs from the 1950s. I chose The Twist by Chubby Checker and I found myself transported back to my mother’s kitchen. We would listen to all the old time favorites and even though I should’ve been into Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera, I was quite taken by the tunes of yesteryear.

  Sharon came back with the meal and I took one bite and almost had an orgasmic flash between my legs. I thought that only chocolate would elicit that kind of response, but it appeared that the cook certainly had a way with food. No wonder people were flocking to this place. It was filled to capacity.

  “Did I tell you or did I tell you? I was going to have you to fill out this form, but I don’t think we’ll have to bother with those pesky details. I get a pretty good read on people. Let me guess--you'd like to get paid under the table?”

  I nodded, but had no idea how she could have possibly known that.

  She told me that I could start in the morning and then walked me through the kitchen. I got a brief glimpse of the cook and it almost made me stop short. He had green eyes and looked like he could bench press me. I’m not usually into that sort of muscular physique, but with him it was a different story. He had this apron over his chest, but I could still tell that underneath, he could probably play a movie on his pectorals. He looked as though he could easily lift me over his shoulders, and I suddenly had a flash of him doing just that, carrying me up a long flight of stairs towards his be
droom.

  “Damn, he is one fine specimen of a man. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have him work here, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

  Sharon and I were both staring at him and I don’t know about her, but I was certainly undressing him with my eyes. I could only imagine what he would look like in the buff, and I fought off the momentary temptation to go in there to strip him bare to see for myself.

  “Connie, I think that man is the reason why most of my customers are women. They get one look at him, taste his food, and there’s no way that they can’t come back the next day.”

  I could see why and I was having a hard time walking away.

  This was the first time since I had been on the run that I'd found something to stay for. I just didn’t see how it would be possible. So, if I was going to take the chance and make him succumb to my seductive ways, then it would have to be sooner than later. Judging from experience, I wouldn't be around long.

  “I don’t mind saying that he has the kind of ass that you could sink your teeth into. I would love to suck him off while he's cooking.” I couldn’t believe I actually said something like that and I blushed as Sharon literally pulled me away and forced me up the stairs into a bedroom.

  It wasn’t much, but it was enough. All I needed was a place to lay my head at the end of the day. It didn’t hurt that Dean was no more than a few feet away from me. Apparently, he was taking up residence in the other room. Sharon said she had readily offered it to him when he was hired.

  “Connie, I don’t know about you, but with that young man across the hall from you, I don’t know how you’re going to be able to sleep at night.” She left and all I could think about was Dean and the way that his green eyes sparkled with mischief.

  Chapter 2

  I sat in my room wearing a pair of tight jeans and a sweater two sizes too small for me, trying to work up the nerve to go downstairs and introduce myself to Dean. There was no way that I was going to get any sleep--not with my adrenaline pumping so fast, causing thoughts of the dirty variety.

  I gathered up my courage, got up on to my ample frame, and walked carefully down the stairs. It was after 10:00 PM and the only person inside the diner at this time of night was the cook. He was cleaning up and I watched him for some time, as he muscled his way through the grease on the stove.

  He suddenly stopped, raised his head into the air and began to sniff it like an animal would. “I know that you’re there, so you may as well come out into the open where I can see you.” I pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen and stood there with nothing to say. This was the first time I could remember being truly speechless. He walked over to me and raised my chin so that we were looking into each other’s eyes. “I take it you're Connie. Sharon told me all about you. I noticed you were watching me a few hours ago.”

  I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I could do was stare into his eyes like some kind of crazed lunatic. I felt totally spellbound and bewitched by his obvious virile and manly presence.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Dean. I’ve heard a lot about you.” It was the only thing that I could think of, and I was lucky to get even that much out of my mouth.

  He smirked, then turned and went back into the kitchen. I could still feel his touch on my chin, as though it was imprinted there for all time.

  “I don’t know about you, but I need something to drink. I have a bottle in my room and I’m sure that I have enough for two. I’m just about finished here and if you were to join me, I think I would really like that.” Dean was clean shaven with maybe 220 pounds of solid muscle in all the right places. His hair was dark and slick and kind of reminded me of James Dean back in the day. I enjoyed those movies and again, it was all about everything old becoming new again. I snuck a glance at his crotch and could tell he was packing quite the salami.

  I licked my lips and watched as he moved around the kitchen. For a big guy, he was very agile. He finally finished what he was doing and grabbed my hand as I followed him up the stairs, feeling an intense need to drive my teeth into his jean-clad ass.

  “Connie, you can imagine that it gets pretty lonely up here by myself. I’m glad that I finally have somebody to talk to.” The way that he said that was laced with sexual innuendo. I’m not sure if he meant it that way, but it sure as hell felt like it.

  Dean's room was just as sparse as mine, except that his bed was unmade. I pictured him naked under those sheets. It was like he had awakened a wild part of me that had been sleeping, and I liked feeling out of control. Soon, we were sitting on the bed together, each with a glass of wine. I took a few sips--not nearly enough to put a lampshade on my head, but it did lower my inhibitions. I reached out and touched his knee. He put his hand on top of mine.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I don’t think I want to go back to my room tonight.”

  He answered with a soft kiss on my lips, pushing me back, until I was lying on my back, watching him take off his shirt one button at a time. Before long his chest was exposed and there was no denying that this man knew how to take care of himself. “I want you, but I don’t want you to think there’s anything more here than the physical. I haven’t had a good fuck in a long time and I just want this one moment to last forever.”

  “I find you delectable, Connie, and from the moment that I saw you staring at me with Sharon right beside you, I knew that we were going to do this.”

  I had a feeling that he had his pick of the litter, that he could walk outside have any woman follow home with puppy dog eyes.

  “I can tell by the way you're looking at me that you want more. All you have to do is take it.”

  He was daring me to cross that line and I reached out to his belt and began to undo it. I pulled it from around his waist and draped it around his neck, pulling him down for a much needed kiss. It was a kiss that left me breathless. He pulled away, my lipstick marking what was now my territory and he straddled me on his knees. I reached up and unzipped his pants.

  Chapter 3

  I rose up and touched it for the first time, feeling it flex against my fingers through the blood red briefs that he wore. I could see the outline of it bulging against the fabric and I pulled down the waistband to let it breathe. The head emerged, a plum-sized knob that would surely stretch me wide open.

  “I’ve never felt so alive before.” I had my hand on the head of his penis, using my thumb to rub around the gland, and then felt a wetness sticking to the underside of my thumb. I lifted back the long string that now stretched from my finger to his cock head. I touched it to my lips and licked it with enthusiasm, moaning and closing my eyes to the pleasure of tasting his seed. “That’s so much better than your meatloaf. Then again, I see another piece of meat that needs my attention.” He actually smiled, then pushed me back down onto the bed as he began to take off my pants.

  I thought he was going to have a hard time getting them undone, but he stripped them from me easily, until my underwear hung over his shoulder. He licked up the left side of my leg, making my entire body react with an all-consuming heat.

  “I love tasting a woman for the first time and watching her reaction as I make her have one climax after the other."

  He was arrogant and cocksure of himself, but it appeared as if he would be a man of his word. “I love every part of a woman and you have so much more to offer than any of the others whom I’ve been with recently. The feel of your skin makes me want to just bend you over and take you from behind.” I was breathing heavily, my chest constricting and pulsing with nervous excitement.

  My sex was wide open for inspection and he dove in to find that I was already soaking wet. “Oh wow… Dean your tongue should be registered as a lethal weapon.” He hadn’t even touched my pussy yet, but my clit throbbed like he had. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but that would ruin the moment. I wanted him to be the one to draw that first orgasm from my body.

  “Connie, the way you say my name makes me wa
nt you all that much more.” He spread me with his fingers, his tongue finding its place, driving into the softness of my lips. I had to see this for myself and I looked down over my considerable girth to see his face right where I wanted it. He licked my pussy lips on either side, making me want to grab his hair and pull him in. I’d never felt like somebody who could be bold, but he certainly brought it out in me. I started to grind my pelvis up against his face with his fingers digging into my thighs. It gave me pain and pleasure at the same time.

  “Please, don’t make me beg for it, Dean. I need this…ahh…oh my… I need this so fucking bad.” This was nothing like the man on the bus. He had me under his spell. I loved that feeling and soon I was arching my chest and my ass off the bed. “Oh my God…oh my God… faster…harder…take my clit into your mouth.” I came, and I closed my legs around his face, smothering him, screaming at the top of my lungs. “DEANNNNNNNNNN.” My eyes were closed, and the pleasure that he inflicted caused me to float above my own body and look down from above.

  It was such an intense feeling that I didn’t want it to end. Just as I started to come back down from that incredible orgasmic moment, it started again. He had a magical way with his tongue, and his fingers, too, which were now sliding and twisting inside me. He touched on all those special spots and before I knew it, I was in the throes of my first multiple climaxes. I let it wash over me, eyes closed, savoring the moment and wondering what would happen next.

  I felt something on my stomach and opened my eyes to see him dragging his huge 9-inch stick of dynamite all the way up, until it was situated between my breasts. I instinctively folded them over his member and he started to fuck them with abandon. He was grunting and groaning and I could feel the product of his arousal now sticking to my body. Every time he lunged forward, the head emerged and I sucked it into my mouth. He was sweating, which only made him look all that much more delicious.