Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (33 page)

The guests left finally at the stroke of midnight. Charlie
decided that was the perfect time to call it a night. His employees cleaned up
just enough before he dismissed them to. And when he and Cora were alone, he
swept her up in his massive arms and dashed up the winding stairs.

He practically tossed her on the massive Eiderdown mattress
in their master bedroom. They both worked furiously to free her from the
imprisoning party dress. He finally unfastened all the hooks that ran up the
back of her dress.

“You’re wearing sack frocks from now on. A man could die
trying to hold his wife,” he complained.

He peeled off the dress. He regarded her with the strangest
expression. It was pained and tormented. Cora understood it completely. 

“You are so beautiful,” he remarked, trailing his hand along
the corseted lines of her body. 

He tweezed her nipple, peaking over the cup of her corset.
Cora lurched; the pleasure went straight between her legs.

“Cora,” he whispered.

He hovered over her as she lay flat on the bed. She looked
up at him.

“I’ve been wrong,” he said. “I punished you for keeping a
secret from me and now I have one for you. I cannot take you until I tell on
myself if you will have me after that.”

Cora was afraid.

“What?” she asked.

He took a deep breath. “I got some unsubstantiated word
about your sister.  That she had passed. That’s why I didn’t show. I was there
in town just as a coincidence. The driver of the coach came and fetched me. 

But when I saw you and saw that you matched her description
in every way I figured I had been mistaken. The person giving me the news made
me pay for it that’s why I was a bit skeptical. I was way hard on you. I am so
sorry –”

She could see that it pained him to say out loud what he had
done.

“This is our wedding night, Charlie Halverson. Let’s
celebrate our new life together,” she said.

Charlie stood like a mountain out of the earth and took off
his clothes. Cora rolled over so that he could unlace her. 

“Oh my goodness, that feels so much better,” she exclaimed.

“I’m going to forbid you to wear these things too. Maybe,”
he growled.

And while she was on her belly, he got behind her. He drew
her back against him. He reached around in between her legs and toyed with her
there. Cora lifted her thigh and rested it up and on his. She felt so delicate
against his large brawny frame.

He cupped her breasts as he pushed his rigid erection into
her. He was tender for she was sore from the night before. But she was wet and
ready for him. She had gotten herself all worked up by thinking about him
during the whole day.

He encouraged her to fan her thigh, up and down as he moved
in and out of her.  He was a brilliant lover for that indeed made her pleasure
stronger. He pressed his mouth to the ticklish base of her neck, toying with
her with the devilish tip of his tongue.  She whimpered with the pleasure of
it. She did not hold back. She cried out with the pleasure he gave her.

“Mmm,” he purred. He moved his mouth to her earth and
pleasured her there.

Cora arched down against him. Driven by timeless instinct,
she rocked against him in wild rhythm, chasing the ecstasy that was building
within her. 

“Let it come baby,” he encouraged her. “Let it come.”

His voice was an aphrodisiac to her and it was her response
to it that pushed her over the edge. She tumbled into a canyon of rapture. Her
body spasmed with the pureness of it. No part of her was spared. It pushed out
through the top of her head out through her toes. She was a tingling, quivering
mass and still he drove into her.

Charlie wound her round him, while staying inside. He coaxed
her to her back.  He brushed the hair away from her face and looked deep into
her eyes. She was helplessly bathed in ecstasy. She felt him tense. His head
tilted up and his eyes fluttered. He was finding his pleasure too. He was like
a magnificent beast.

He roared as his pleasure hit. It was so magnificent. So
perfect. Cora loved him completely. He crumpled onto the bed, spent. He took
her into her arms and held her the whole night though. He loved her twice more
before dawn. Charlie loved her completely too.

By: Karen Summers

Falling into Bed with a Billionaire Cowboy

© Karen Summers, 2015 – All rights reserved

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I stood at the window and watched as children raced their
bikes up and down the quiet, gravel road.  It was almost four o’clock, and the
school bus had just let the last of the kids off at the top of the hill.  I
smiled, wondering what they were all going to do if snowed tomorrow like the
weather forecast was predicting.  It was one of the few highlights of my day-
watching the children as they raced off the bus.  The rest of my time was
usually spent under the covers, wallowing in my sorrow.

“Alyssa, you can’t just stay in bed all day.”  My sister,
Rebecca, had come over after work a few minutes after I watched the last of the
kids make their way over the hill.  “You really need to get out and try to move
through this.”  She handed me a cup of tea and then walked quietly out of the
living room.  I could hear her chopping vegetables in the kitchen and I knew
that she was making me something for dinner.  She knew that I wouldn’t eat,
otherwise.  My despair had taken way any interest that I once had on food.

“I’m going to pick up Cherry at seven, but I have two hours
to spend with you until then.”  She called out but I remained motionless,
standing like a frozen statue, listening to the last echoes of the children as
they faded over the mound in the distance.  I knew she was worried about me. 
I’d overheard her telling her husband, Manfred, that she thought I should get
counseling.  I didn’t take offense to it.  She was probably right.

“Thanks, Rebecca.”  I moved like a tortoise into the
kitchen, my hands plunging deep into the cotton pockets of my robe.  “I
appreciate all that you’re doing for me.  I really do.”  I pulled my long hair
away from my face and realized that it had been days since I’d showered.  I
watched as Rebecca chopped an onion and then a pepper.  She slid her hand down
the cutting board and I watched as the vegetables made their way into the pot.

“You know, Alyssa.”  Rebecca set her knife down and then
poured a cup of broth into the pot.  “There are ways out of this.”  She gave me
a wry smile and then reached for a few potatoes.  I was grateful for her
culinary leanings because there was no doubt in my mind that all of my
groceries would have rotted by now if it weren’t for her coming in and making
use of them. 

“I just can’t believe it happened, Rebecca.  I just can’t
accept that he’s really gone.”  I pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat
down at the table.  A small mason jar with daisies beamed at me as I buried my
head in my hands.  I was amazed that there were still tears left because I
thought I had cried them all out.  Rebecca stood quietly as I sobbed, then she
sat down across from me at the table.

“Alyssa, I’m here for you.  I know I can’t make you feel
better, and I know that it hurts, but I don’t want to see you fall…”  Her voice
trailed off and she frowned.  “I don’t want to see you fall into a depression
that you never get out of.”  She nodded her head and then got up.  I could hear
her stirring the pot and I lifted my head.  The aroma of her home-cooked
goodness seeped through the walls of the kitchen, then drifted above the
curtains and up toward the ceiling. 

“It’s just going to take time.”  I gave her a wry smile and
then reached across the table for a tissue.  She sat back down and smiled. 

“You know, the day that I bought you those daisies, there
was a man standing in line at the register.  I was over at Remi’s Supply.” 
Rebecca looked fondly at the flowers.  “He turned around when he saw me holding
them and said ‘My wife used to grow daises in our yard.  It was the one thing
that kept her going while she battled cancer.’  I didn’t want to pry, but I
asked him how long they were married, and he said sixty-five years.  He said
she passed away last year, and that he buys daisies every week in her memory.” 
Rebecca nodded slowly and then sighed.

“That’s a nice story.”  I forced out a weak smile and then
blew my nose.

“You know, I told you that for perspective.  They were
married sixty-five years, and he’s still out there, getting through life.” 
Rebecca shrugged.  “I don’t know, Alyssa.  I wish I had a way to fix it all for
you, to make the pain go away.”  She shook her head and then watched as I
crumpled up my tissue and gazed out the window.

“What would I do without you?”  I got up and threw my arms
around Rebecca.  Of all my siblings, she was the one I appreciated the most. 
Her generous, kind nature always amazed me and she had always been there when I
needed someone.  When Joey was killed in a construction accident only two
months earlier, Rebecca had come to my aid.  She was the truest friend in every
sense of the word.

“Let’s eat some of this food before I have to rush off and
get Cherry.”  Rebecca took out two bowls and a ladle.  She served us both bowls
of piping hot soup, then sat down and smiled.  “You’re going to be okay,
Alyssa.  It’s just going to be…”  She spooned a mouthful of soup in her mouth. 
“Different.”  She nodded her head and then swallowed.  What I didn’t know,
right then and there, was just how different it was really going to be.

The next morning, I woke up feeling nauseous.  I assumed
that it was just from lack of sleep and emotional turmoil. I sat on the edge of
the bed and glanced out the window.  The sky had an ominous sort of glow to it,
and I could sense that a hard snow was about to fall.  The winters in Bozeman
could get pretty rough and I didn’t even want to think about how I’d brave
through this one without Joey.

I trudged into the bathroom and splashed some water on my
face, then sat back down on the edge of the bed.  Rebecca had told me that
she’d come by in the morning for breakfast, and sure enough I heard her rapping
on the door at exactly eight o’clock.  I fumbled around for a pair of
sweatpants and threw my hair into a pony-tail.  Then I squeezed into a pair of
slippers and walked down the hall. 

“I brought you your favorite.  The red-cherry cheese Danish
from McCormick’s.”  Rebecca called up from the landing.  I smiled.  She was
always right on time.  The sun attempted to squeeze out from behind the clouds
but was soon pushed back under the heavy cloud cover.  I wondered how long it
would be for the first snowflake to fall.

“Good morning.  Sorry it took me forever to get down here. 
I’ve been feeling kind of sick to my stomach.”  I frowned at Rebecca and she
cocked her head to the side.

“See what happens when you don’t eat right?  Your body gets
all confused and starts acting up.”  She gave me one of her motherly looks and
then waltzed into the kitchen with the pastries and some coffees.  I watched
her get some napkins out and then sit down.

“I’m going to speak to Peter Bailey today.”  I nodded my
head and then sat down.  “He always told me that he could help out with the
outdoor work, and I think I’m going to need it.  The fence is falling apart and
the horse trough needs to be fixed.  It’s a miracle that Lizzie is still
surviving.”  Lizzie was the horse that Joey had bought me for twenty-ninth
birthday.  One of the neighbors had volunteered to take care of her for me when
Joey passed away, and I as much as it broke my heart to think about selling
her, I sometimes wondered if that was the best choice.

“Well I’m glad to hear that you’ll be getting out of the
house for a little.”  Rebecca sat back and smiled.  Then she took a sip of her
coffee and looked out the window.  “Maybe Peter can help you figure out how fix
that gate out front, too.”  She looked at me with a compassionate eye, then
handed me my coffee.  “You look kind of pale.  You sure it’s just your stomach
bothering you?”  Rebecca had a puzzled look on her face.

“I’m not sure.  I think I might go lay down for a little.” 
I got up without even sipping my coffee.  Then I wandered down the hall and
stood with my hand on top of my stomach. That’s when it hit me.  I covered my
mouth with my hand and realized that I wasn’t sick at all.  I was pregnant.  I
stood motionless for what felt like an eternity. 

“Are you okay, Alyssa?”  Rebecca walked out to find me.  She
had a piece of her pastry in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  I
turned slowly to face her and then bit my lower lip.

“Rebecca?”  I stared straight ahead and then looked her in
the eyes.  “I’m pregnant.”  The words rolled off my tongue with a mellifluous
echo that lingered in the air.  Rebecca just stared at me.

“Are you joking?”  She chuckled and then a perplexed
expression crept over her face.  “I mean, Alyssa, are you serious?”  She
covered her mouth with her hand and then walked slowly toward me.  I looked at
her at then looked away.

“I was supposed to get my period like three weeks ago.  And
today I woke up feeling sick.  This is crazy.”  I looked at Rebecca and then a
surprising jolt of excitement coursed through my veins.  A baby?  It was almost
too much to process.

“Okay, girl.  I’m going to the pharmacy and picking up a
pregnancy test.  Finish this Danish and wait for me to get back.”  Rebecca
shoved the pastry into my hand and before I could even protest, she was out the
door.  About a half hour later she returned, waving a small, rectangular box in
my face and ushering me into the downstairs bathroom.  “Let’s go.  Pee on the
stick.”  She handed me the box, smiled and walked out.

“I don’t even need to do this.”  I shook my head, knowing
with a mother’s intuition that I was definitely pregnant.  I took the stick out
of the box, sat down on the toilet, and covered my head with my hands.  I was
still nauseas, and I wasn’t even ready to comprehend the magnitude of what was
about to become my new reality.  I leaned forward and a tiny stream of pee
trickled onto the stick.  I set it on the windowsill, then got up and left the
bathroom.

“Well?”  Rebecca stood outside the door, her hands on her
hips. 

“I didn’t look at it.  I don’t need to look at it.”  I
swallowed hard and then stood motionless.  “But I’ll double-check.”  I spun
around and peered at the windowsill, then inched closer and picked up the
stick.  It was as pink as a pig.  I picked it up, held it out for Rebecca to
see, then bit my lower lip.

“Congratulations!”  Rebecca threw her arms around me and
kissed me on the cheek.  I smiled, and for the first time in two months, I felt
like life was something worth living for.  She backed up, her hands on my
shoulders.  “This is incredible.  I’m so happy for you!  I have to tell
Manfred.  He’ll be so excited.”  Rebecca smiled and then nodded her head. 
“This is good, Alyssa.  This is exactly what was needed.”  I smiled back,
knowing in my heart that she was right.

After she left to pick up Cherry from school, I sat alone on
the couch and tried to get my head straight.  I was pregnant, and I was alone. 
What was I going to do now?  I had heard all kinds of stories about women who
were single that went on to raise successful children, all on their own.  I
wanted to believe that I’d be able to handle the pressures that would come with
being a single parent, but I didn’t know if I would really have what it took.

What if I couldn’t do it on my own?  What if I failed
miserably and my child went on to become some sort of dysfunctional member of
society?  I could feel my mind wandering with all sorts of imagined, negative
outcomes.  Then I heard a tiny voice inside, coming from the last corner of
hopefulness in my heart, tell me that I could do it.  I could have this baby
and still make it.  There was hope, if I only allowed myself to believe.