ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories) (67 page)

She was quick to respond. “No! I mean that is great. Ok. What time should I come?”

They ate lunch laughing and they told her of stories and tricks that they had played on each other and their siblings as they grew up. She told them of her mother and father and her younger brother and sister.

“I am sorry for your loss Melissa. We have to meet your mother though.” Jase said somberly.

“Yes. She sounds like a great woman and she raised one hell of a daughter.” 

Both the men regretfully told her that they had meetings that afternoon but since it was already after 3 o’clock, she should call it a day. They gave her their address and they all agreed for dinner at seven the next night.

*****

Melissa pulled her little Ford up to the massive gates. This was the address that Matt had written down on the small paper. She saw the guard peep his head out of the little building at the gate. She rolled down her window.

“You must be Melissa.”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“Mr. Dunbar told me to keep any eye out for a hot dark haired woman. He said they would be expecting you.”

“Oh.” She ducked her head as she felt her cheeks flush. He swept his arm out as the gates opened gesturing for her to go through. As she looked through the windows she saw the gorgeous landscape and the rolling green hills. When she finally came around a bend she saw the house. Or should she say, mansion. The massive compound that sat in front of her had to hold at least 20 bedrooms. She pulled her car up to the front and got out. She had worn jeans and a simple cotton shirt. Maybe she should have dressed up a little more. As she walked to the door it instantly swung open to reveal Matt. He wore a plain white t-shirt and light Khaki cargo shorts. He smiled at her and before she said a word he gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Next she felt herself being guided into the house. Matt swept her through the many rooms and she was amazed at the elegant feel of it. They finally came to the kitchen where Jase was working chopping vegetables. When he saw her, he put the knife down and walked towards her.

Gathering her into his arms, it was his turn to take her mouth in a deep kiss. “Hello gorgeous. We missed you.” He smiled at her.

She smiled at him and felt herself relax. “I missed you too.”

“Good. I thought we could have some roasted vegetables and Matt would cook steak on the grill. How do you like yours cooked?”

“Oh, um…, medium well. Please.” She smiled at him.

“Ok. I am almost done and then I will give you the tour while Matt starts the steaks.”

“Ok.’ He quickly finished chopping and then turned back to them.

Matt walked to the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Would you like beer or wine darling’?”

“Oh, beer please.”

“Ah. One for my side. A girl after my own heart.”

“Hey I like beer too. I just prefer a good wine with dinner.” Jase exclaimed and she swore his bottom lip stuck out like a little kid for a minute. She graciously accepted the long neck bottle from Matt and followed Jase around the house.

Dinner was superb and she devoured every bite. When she had tried to only eat a third, they had both glared at her and told her that she wasn’t allowed to leave the table until she finished her plate.

“What am I, five years old?” She laughed.

“If we have to treat you like you are, then we will. Come on and eat. You are going to love dessert.” Matt wagged his eyebrows at her. She couldn’t help but crack up. She laughed out loud and then finished every bite on the plate.

When they were through, she helped them carry the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. It was amazing to find out that they had a lady who came to dust and vacuum and do general cleaning on Fridays, but their laundry and everyday cleaning they did themselves.

They decided to watch a movie, and before long she found herself sandwiched between both men on a long couch with a 70” flat screen television in front of them. The movie came on and she leaned back against the pillows.

She turned to look at Matt and saw him smile at her. His hand snaked out to draw her closer to him. She kissed him deeply and felt as Jase came up behind her. Matt kissed as well as Jase did, and she was soon swooning and leaning into him for support. Gasping for breath, she let them remove all of her clothes. They were soon all naked and this time she leaned back against Jase as Matt tasted her and held her writhing body down. He brought her to orgasm quickly and she was still panting when she felt Matt’s hands slide against her. She was dripping wet from her orgasm and his mouth. Slowly he spread her juices back to the little puckered hole in the back. She gasped as she felt first one then a second finger penetrate the dark hole.

“Have you ever had anyone here Melissa?” At her nod he went on. “Did you like it? I can tell from that look that you didn’t. Well, I promise you will this time honey.” She felt himself spreading her and preparing her for the intrusion that was sure to come. She felt Jase’s hands on her hips as he eased himself on the floor of the room he brought her down with him. He spread her legs wide and she was glad that Matt was there in front of her for her to lean on.

Jase leaned her forward a little and she felt the tip of his erection against the small hole in the back. She gasped as he eased inside, passing the small ring of muscle. It was a burning sensation but the burning wasn’t bad as she stared into Matt’s eyes. His head dropped to take her nipple into his mouth as his hand caressed her other breast Jase eased inside her further until she felt his balls against her.

“Oh god!” She moaned deep as Jase began to move inside her. “Matt. I need you. Please.” Matt lied down and she felt Jase spread her legs even wider and place them on each side of Matt’s body. Matt’s legs were spread as Jase still stood on his knees behind her. Jase slid out and she gasped as she felt Matt ease inside her pussy. It was exquisite torture for a few minutes. As Matt slid in, Jase slid out. They took turns easing inside her until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please god faster. Just fuck me. I can’t take this much more.”

“Thank god.” This was whispered into her ear as they started moving faster inside her. She was jerking back and forth as they pounded into her body. Over and over, she felt them penetrate her until she saw stars. Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she would faint. She screamed loudly as she finally burst.

*****

Melissa awoke to find herself curled into a bed. There were bodies on either side of her and she smiled when she remembered what had happened. Opening one eye she looked both ways. Jase sat with a book in his hand reading quietly while Matt had the remote in his hand. She faintly heard the television in the background. At her perusal, Matt smiled down at her.

“Hey beautiful. Looks like we tuckered you out. Don’t worry, there is plenty more where that came from.”

“That was amazing. Probably the best sex I have ever had. Not that I have had a lot, but you know.”

“It is the first of many.”

“You mean you want me to stay?”

The men both laughed. “Yes my dear. Shall we show you how much we want you to stay?”

She squealed as she ran to the bathroom. “First I need a shower. Hey, who wants to wash my back?” She smirked at the doorway.

Both men looked at each other slightly before they raced to the doorway among Melissa’s giggles.

THE END

His Secret Desires

Jake didn't know what to think of Sam's insistence that he be the best man at his wedding—a wedding that was happening the very following day. His mind drifted back to when he'd gotten texts from Sam early in the day that seemed vaguely ominous; Sam told him he needed to talk to him, that it was an emergency, and that he needed to come alone.

              “I don't even have anything to wear, man,” Jake said. “I didn't plan on doing shit while home for four days of liberty.”

              It was one of those holidays that got all of federal employees paid time off, Jake couldn't remember what one. He'd decided to come home so he could see his family and maybe bang one of the girls that he'd gone to high school with. Back then he'd just been some dorky dweeb, but now he was a highly decorated Marine who'd done several tours of the Middle-east—not to mention the amount of muscle he'd put on since all those years ago when he got picked on by the jocks in high school.

              “You can wear your uniform!” Sam said. “Do you have any idea how fucking cool it would be for me to have you in my wedding as the best man, wearing your kick ass uniform and all of your medals and ribbons! I mean, think about it.”

              Jake didn't want to think about it. He glanced around the dingy dive bar they'd chosen to have their little rendezvous to see if anyone was listening. No one seemed to care that for the last thirty minutes Sam had been regaling him with the story of how he'd just severed ties with his last best man, and now former best friend, after walking in on him fucking his fiance.

              “Do you really think that it's a good idea that you fuck Sarah after what happened?” Jake asked. It was a hard question but he wanted to be sure that Sam had thoroughly thought about what he was doing. “Because from the stories I've heard, once you let cheating go then it just keeps happening.”

              The story had been one that would have been comically to Jake normally, but since he was old friends with Sam there was no way he could even so much as crack a smile. When he heard about how Sam had taken a night off of working downtown at the best insurance place in the area to surprise his fiance  with a romantic candle lit dinner, only to have her stumble through the garage door half naked while being fucked from behind by his the former best friend he had to keep from shaking his head and remarking how it sounded like something that would air as a daytime soap in another country.

              “I know, I know,” Sam said. “I get what you're saying. But she's promised it'll never happen again. You know what I mean? What else am I supposed to do? I love her, you know?”

              Jake nodded as drank deeply from his beer mug in order to hide the wince on his face. He couldn't tell if Sam remembered confiding in him that he'd met Sarah through a BDSM website, or that he had allowed her several on going relationships where she'd sometimes have sleepovers at other mens' houses. Sarah was a submissive in the most extreme sense, almost unable to say no when someone told her to do something sexual. Sam somehow didn't see this as a problem, to Sam it was all just a hot game that turned him on. That is, it had been until she'd decided to not say no to his scumbag former best friend when he propositioned her for a sexual relationship.

              “Do you even have any idea how long it had been going on?” Jake asked. “Not trying to pry or anything. I'm just curious.”

              “Why would I care?” Sam said.

              Sam was a short fat guy, with wispy red hair that had long ago thinned to wisps, and a red face from drinking so much and being Irish. Jake started to wonder if Sam was going to put a ring on Sarah to try to have dibs on her forever since she was so hot. Because she was smoking hot, Jake had to admit that. Sarah was the kind of blonde that would have walked onto the cast of
Baywatch
back in the day.

              “I mean,” Sam continued. “She says it's over and that's that, so I'm just going to move forward.”

              “Are you still letting her fool around with other people?” Jake asked him candidly.

              It was Sam's turn to glance around the bar. He hadn't mentioned any of that when he'd been recollection how surprised he'd been to Jake just a few minutes before.

              “No, that kind of played itself out,” Sam said. “It stopped being fun when I realized how submissive she is.”

              Sam nodded and looked toward the video game at the end of the bar that had plastic shotguns resting in racks while scenes of deer and elk grazing in field. He wanted more than anything to have a few more drinks to make the game a challenge and spend the rest of the night waylaying herds of unsuspecting, digital game than try to figure out what the hell was going on with Sam. But it looked like he was going to get roped into the wedding. Sam was looking at him, knowing that Jake would let him know what he planned to do by the look on Jake's face, as old friends often do.

              “All right,” Jake said. “Fine. You want to marry her even after all this bullshit. That's your business, and as your friend I support you in that decision, so I'll be at your wedding tomorrow.”

              “Great!” Sam said, partially standing in his excitement, only to plop back down in his chair to raise his mug in a toast.

              “To you, my friend,” Sam said. “You've done so much for this country, and now you're going to do so much for me as a friend even though I know you want to get some ass instead of hanging out at my wedding with a bunch of insurance salesmen you don't know.”

              Jake raised his glass to toast, but hesitated.

              “Is there an open bar?” he asked.

              “For you there is!” Sam said.

              Jake slammed his mug into the other with a loud
*clunk*
that drew the attention of the few people drinking around them for a brief moment before their eyes trailed back to televisions.

              “All right,” Jake said. “So I show up. I do the best man thing. I leave.”
              “Nothing to it,” Sam said.
              “Do I have to give a speech or anything?” Jake asked.

              “Oh. Yes. There is that,” Sam said. “I mean, you could just do it off the cuff, no big deal. Usually the best man gives a speech and he's too drunk to really do a good job, but he tries to make up for it by showing everyone how good of a friend he is to the groom by throwing out a bunch of trivia about him and following it up with inside jokes with close friends and family.”

              Jake didn't like how that sounded. He wasn't going to the wedding to try to impress anyone. Hell, he was really only going because he knew he'd feel like a piece of shit if he told Sam to fuck off; so maybe he was, in a very round about way, doing it for himself.

              “Look, I'll stay soberish and when the time comes I'll stand and say a few words,” Jake said. “You know what, I'll keep it brief and then I'll quote Shakespeare calling brevity the soul of wit, or however he put it. I'm sure it was a lot prettier than that.”

              “Oh yeah, that would be great,” Sam said. “That would impress the shit out of people, actually. You should do that! Just get up there, say whatever you want about me but obviously keep it positive, briefly touch on the marriage and how you endorse it, then do the Shakespeare thing and call it good. Everyone will think you're deep as fuck, man. Jesus, that's fucking brilliant.”

              Jake didn't think it was brilliant, he thought it was what Sam was going to have to be OK with because it was what he was going to do. Sam was right about one thing, though. People would think he was deep as fuck when he got up there and didn't give them what they were expecting, but instead gave them what they wanted—just a few honest words followed by a hasty retreat. There would be people in the audience who'd heard all about what had happened with Sarah and the would be best man, and Jake knew it wouldn't serve his image as a Marine or as a man to stand up there and bullshit them.

              “I might not so much as endorse as acknowledge,” Jake said. “I mean, really, that's all people want anyway. They don't want to feel like they are being sold something.”

              Jake hoped that Sam would be able to handle that. He could tell by the way Sam took another gulp of his beer that he wasn't excited about that insistence of non-endorsement, but that it might be a comprise he was willing to make. Sam looked into his beer, holding his mug in front of him cocked at a forty five degree angle. He peered at the suds on top as if trying to divine the future, or what to say next.

              “You know how sometimes life doesn't turn out how you expect,” Sam said without looking up.

              Jake did know. Much more than Sam's understanding, Jake's recognition of the simple truth that life wouldn't work out like he wanted dawned on him between his third and forth deployments. By that time his faith in what his country was doing had started to waver, faltering in the sands, shimmering heat waves, and deserts of Iraq both existential and physical. Jake was going to say something, thought that Sam had paused so that Jake could take the reigns of the conversation for a moment, to be surprised when Sam continued.

              “One of the groomsmen is bi, by the way,” Sam said. It was about the last thing that Jake had expected to come out of his mouth.

              “What?” Jake said.

              “You know,” Sam said. “He likes to fool around with guys as well as girls.”

              “Oh,” Jake said. “Yeah. Yeah I get that. But why the fuck are you telling me?”

              “What?” Sam said. “You aren't OK with it?”

              Jake couldn't believe what he was hearing.

              “No. What the fuck?” Jake said. “How did I become homophobic when I was startled you blurted out the sexual orientation of one of your groomsmen at the bar?”

              Sam chuckled and looked around.

              “Yeah, you're right,” he said. “You've always been better at avoiding impropriety than me. I guess that's how we are different, but at the same time the same. We are both aware of it, but you avoid it. I guess I just don't give a shit, sometimes. But yeah, dudes queer as a three dollar bill but not in the flamboyant way. In the suave, might even make you bicurious way. And I'm telling you, Mr. I'm So Shocked because he's probably going to hit on you. A lot.”

              “Oh,” Jake said. “Well that's not a big deal. Guys hit on me all the time. I don't care about that kind of thing. Life is too short.”

              Sam smiled and let his posture relax in his seat, for the first time revealing how anxious he'd been about the conversation.

              “Listen, seriously, thank you for doing this,” Sam said. “I know you don't have to and I know I'm asking a lot. And maybe I'm an entitled civilian that I hear so many military people talk about, but you know what? My fiance  walked into our house a few days ago, literally, with my now former best friend's dick in her. So, please, if I seem like I'm going through a hard time, or I”m a little distant, just cut me some slack. All right?”

              “Fine with me,” Jake said as he finished his beer. “And I'm sorry about what happened. I really do mean that. That's some fucking shit I haven't heard in awhile.”
              “What do you mean?” Sam asked before downing the rest of his beer and finishing the suds with a smack of his lips.

              “In the military all kind of crazy shit happens. Not just, like, during military exercises and stuff, but stuff like this, you know? Like I knew a guy during the School of Infantry that walked into his bedroom—a bedroom, mind you, in a house that he owned—to find his cousin fucking his wife. And when he through her out on the street his mother, also living in the house with him on his dime, told him that he was being too hard on her.”

              A few of the patrons looked over at Jake to see if he'd give some indication that he'd just made the story up. When there wasn't one, they looked back down at their drinks gloomily.

              “Damn,” Sam said. “Is that true?”

              “Fucking aye right that's true,” Jake said. “Would I fucking bullshit you on the eve of your wedding? Hey! Speaking of. What happened to the bachelor party?!”

              Sam laughed sadly.

              “You know, of all the people in the grooms party who end up planning things, the best man is the one who does all the bachelor party stuff. So when he got the ax the plan kind of fell apart since he'd booked everything on his credit card.”

              “Fuck that, man,” Jake said, hopping out of his chair and onto his feet. “We can do something right now! I mean, we don't have to get hammered or anything like that. But, I don't know, what do you want to do?”

              “Oh, I don't know,” Sam said. “I . . . I just, well, I'm not sure you'd be into what I'd want to do. Sometimes what I want and what other people consider normal part ways fairly quickly.”

              “Yeah, yea, yeah,” Jake said. “What the fuck do you want to do that's so fucking crazy? Huh? Sell me some racy insurance or something?”

              They both laughed loudly at this. Jake was starting to feel the drinks he'd been downing while he'd listened to Sam. He didn't know what Sam wanted to do, but whatever it was, by God Jake wanted to do it. And right then, not a second later.