Authors: Aisha Brooks
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Aisha Brooks
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: An Indecent Marriage Proposal
Chapter 2: A Reputation To Follow You Home
Chapter 3: The Man He Could Be
Chapter 1: An Indecent Marriage Proposal
Debbie switched the bar's sign to open and settled in with her magazine. Her father's bar had opened religiously everyday at noon except for Sundays. Upon inheriting it three years ago, she had kept with his tradition despite the fact it was normally empty until three. These long quiet hours were her solace in a busy world.
She was about halfway through the feature article when the bell above the door chimed. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she put it aside and stood up. In walked Jessie Bridges, cowboy heir of the one of Montana's wealthiest families. That would have been more impressive in his home state, but even here in NYC, it had aided in his well known escapades with beautiful models, actresses, and woman of less repute.
“Isn't a bit early for you?” Debbie asked. “Or are you using my bar as a rendezvous point with another married woman?”
“Can we skip the crap today, Debs?”
“Maybe,” she said placing a beer down in front of his usual spot at her bar, “are you going to quit calling me that?”
“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart,” he chuckled.
His laugh vibrated through her as he took a long swig of his beer. It was easy to see why ladies seem to fall over themselves for the chance to be his next mistake. Jessie was easily one of the best looking men Debbie had ever met. He stood tall and years spent working on the ranch back in Montana had left him with a sculpted figure with muscles that hadn't faded due to the NYC lifestyle. Sure, his boots and hat looked a little out of place, but to women who grew up in New York's well-to-do families, it offered a sense of exoticism and the unknown.
Debbie herself might have been attracted to him if she hadn't become immune as she watched him take woman after woman home. Among the ladies, he was legendary for being a lady's man when he was with them. She had heard their claims about his skills in the bedroom and how he had made them feel like the only woman in the world during their time spent together. It always ended though and usually with Jessie going missing for a few days until the sobbing woman in question quit coming to look for him.
Debbie wanted a man in her life that would make her feel like the only woman in the world not just until he grew tired of taking his pleasures from her body, but forever. If a man wasn't in it for the long haul, he could take his pickup lines to another bar.
She picked up her magazine and settled back onto her stool behind the bar. She could feel Jessie looking at her, but tried to ignore it. He had checked her out a hundred times before and had even attempted to make her swoon. It had never worked. She looked at him over her magazine and met his gaze. His blue eyes didn't look quite as bright as they normally did.
“What? Did one of your ladies break your heart for a change?”
“You must believe in miracles,” Jessie chuckled. “It's well known that the only place my hat hangs indefinitely is my own.”
“Then why the sour look like there's a fly in your beer?”
“Money.”
“What the fortune run out or are you being sued for child support?”
“Damn, you make me sound like some sort of frat boy who doesn't know how to keep his seed to himself.”
“I'm sure plenty of women have met your seed, Jessie,” she laughed laying aside her magazine. Years of working in the bar had given her an ear for gossip and as a strong believer in what goes around comes around, she knew Jessie's luck had finally ran out. It was written all over his face.
“Keep your day job, Debs,” he laughed. “You suck at being a comedy and your psychic powers are lacking,”
“Well, I don't need to be a psychic to know that something isn't going your way.”
“Eh, I'll figure it out. I always do.”
“What's on your mind?”
“Awww,” he mocked. “I didn't know you cared.”
“I don't, but I don't want your depressed cowboy syndrome spreading through the rest of my patrons when they start arriving.”
“You have the thickest skin of any woman I've ever met. If you were nicer, you'd be married by now.”
“What? Married to a man who was only happy when I was stroking his ego or he was screwing around with a woman who wanted to stroke his much smaller ego? No, thank you.”
“You’re a beautiful woman. You could have been married by now if you were nice.”
“Screw being nice. I'm real and if a man can't handle that, then he isn't much a man is he?”
“Don't you get lonely?”
The question stung. Sure, she got lonely from time to time and she wasn't against having the occasional one nightstand when the mood hit her. She was always more discreet than Jessie was and the mood hit her few and far between. Most of the time, she didn't need a man around.
“Did you really put on that sappy cowboy face to try to pick me up? Jessie, I wouldn't even throw you the dead bone of pity sex. So you can cut it out.”
“Sweetheart, as much as I'm sure that you'd be a wildcat in the bed and I'd never forget you, I don't give puppy dog eyes to any woman. It's them that come begging for my attention. If you really want to know what's wrong, my Uncle George died last week and I finally received a copy of the will today. It's not officially going to be read until next month, but it confirmed what I always thought about Uncle George.”
“And what's that?”
“He hates me.”
“What? Did he write you out of the will?”
“Might as well have. He set some very demanding conditions and I don't think it should be legal to do that. What right does he have to tell me what to do with my life?”
“None, but then again you aren't exactly entitled to the money either.”
“It isn't just money at stake here sweetheart. It's the whole damn estate of my family. It usually passes from eldest son to eldest son, but Uncle George didn't have any children of his own. His wife couldn't have children due to a long drawn out sickness. I'm the eldest son in my family. The whole damn thing was supposed to be mine. By the time I was born, they already knew they couldn't have kids.”
“What are these conditions that are so horrible? Do you have to take over his cult or marry his favorite cow?”
“Ha ha ha,” Jessie spat. “He expects me to get married.”
“Is that so uncommon in traditional families?”
“No, but..”
“You just don't want to admit that you've slept your way through most of your options and even then, they weren't the sort of women you'd want to take home to your mama at the ranch.”
“I wouldn't have taken any of those women anywhere near my family.”
“So, I guess you can just kiss that estate goodbye. Maybe if you're a really good kisser, it'll stay on one more night to make things easier for you.”
“Are you crazy? I'll order a bride from Russia or something before I do that.”
“You really think that money can solve all your problems, don't you?”
“No, but it can solve this one. You know the old saying that you've got to spend money to make money.”
“So you're going to marry a hooker?”
“No, I'm going to find a respectable woman who has a mind for business.”
“No respectable woman in her right mind would agree to marry you.”
“Not even for a million dollars?”
“Oh, so by a mind for business, you met a gold digger. I'm catching on now, but what is said to keep said gold digger from robbing you blind during the divorce proceedings? I know you're not going to stay hitched to one woman forever.”
“It's called a prenuptial agreement, sweetheart.”
“You have all the answers, don't you?” Debbie laughed.
She would have felt sorry for most people in this predicament. If it was the normal story of I haven't found the right person or my true love broke my heart, she would have given him a tissue. This was Jessie and nothing was usual about him. His case against marriage was solely built upon the fact he wanted to continue to sleep around and sow his wild oats for as long as they kept coming.
“All, but one. I still have to find a woman who'll be my business partner. What about you, sweetheart? You've had to do more than double the income of this bar since your father died. You've a head for numbers. Just think about what you could do with a million dollars.”
“Hire a bouncer to keep cowboys out.”
“You might need to once I'm your ex-husband. I might be the jealous type.”
“What? Afraid of taking a dose of your own medicine? You know you should never leave a woman who you can't imagine seeing with another man.”
“You know I'm being serious, right?”
“About what? That I need to hire a bouncer to kick your ass out of my bar? What? Are you going to become a mean bitter drunk once you find yourself flat broke?”
“About my offer.”
“Your offer?”
“One million dollars, Debs.”
“To marry you?”
“Exactly. We have six months to plan the wedding. Make it however you like. I really don't care. Just make it big and convincing. I'll foot the bill for it. Just give my mama something to cry at. Then we'll stay married a year or two and then we'll plan for how our marriage will fall apart. While we're married I'll pay for everything, hell, at this point I'd pay for anything. Then when we sign the divorce papers you walk away with one million dollars.”
“Get real, Jessie. What would I do about the bar?”
“We'll hire a full staff to keep it running.”
“Okay, so let's say I agreed, but had one more term to add to it.”
“I'm listening, sweetheart.”
“No sleeping around until we're divorced.”
“Don't want to share me with anyone else?” he chuckled.
“No, I have no plans of sleeping with you. My time and lies can be bought. My body cannot. I just don't want to be the poor woman everyone feels sorry for, because her husband's running around on her.”
“So what we put that in the contract?”
“Nope, if I even think you're running around on me, I'll tell your whole family about this little conversation and given that your Uncle George felt the need to put it in his will that you had to be married, well, I guess they know how you are too.”
“Fine, pack your bags tonight, because tomorrow we're going to Montana. We have to be hitched before Christmas. My thirty second birthday is December twenty-sixth.”
“I'll see you in the morning, cowboy.”
Chapter 2: A Reputation To Follow You Home
Debbie pulled the blankets over her head and squeezed her eyes shut. It was still dark outside so whoever was knocking on the door could come back later. She groaned when they discovered the doorbell and began to lay on the button. The sound vibrated her teeth until she finally threw her bedding onto the floor and stomped into the living room cursing. She grabbed her robe from where she left it on the back of the sofa the night before and wrapped it around herself.
“This better be a damn emergency,” she swore opening the door.
“Rise and shine, Debs,” Jessie grinned at her.
“Go away,” she went to slam the door. He caught it easily and stepped inside.
“On the ranch we rise with the sun.”
“The sun isn't out yet.”