Roll Play (Second Helpings) Page 3

  Her round breasts were devastatingly beautiful. Her waist curved at the perfect angle, sending a command to my soul. Her long legs looked as if they could wrap themselves around me and hold me in place for the rest of my life.

  Smiling to myself at the sheer pride that flashed through me, I slowly started to kiss her stomach. And then her breasts. This couldn’t go on much longer I realized. A demanding need had been created inside of me. A need that had to be answered.

  Looking up, she pulled the pillow away from her face and glanced at me, Our eyes locked then slowly, her cheeks grew pink as she bit her lip.

  I held her stare as my fingers slowly probed, sliding in and out. She continued to stare until her eyes rolled back and she thrust herself, demanding more.

  That was all I needed. Pulling out a condom, I rolled it on and positioned myself between her legs. Pausing for a moment, I looked at her, silently asking if she was sure.

  She reached up and pulled me to her as her hand took me in her grip and positioned me at her opening.

  “Please, Eric,” she demanded. “I need you.”

  A sense of happiness flashed through me as I slowly entered her. This was Ash, I thought. The girl of my dreams. I had thought this moment would never come again in my life. Yet, here it was.

  Her soft warmness engulfed me, tight, yet welcoming as I continued to slide into her. A fear of hurting her bubbled at the back of my mind. But she shifted and I sank even lower, burying myself inside of her.

  “Yes,” she said as we met fully. “Yes.”

  I pulled back, then slowly thrust into her again. Heaven, pure heaven. The one place I always wanted to be. A need began to grow inside of me. Demanding that I thrust. Demanding that I pound myself into her.

  Over and over I pushed myself into her as I rose higher and higher. My toes grew numb, my mind went blank. All there was was Ash and me coming together as one. Over and over, until a force grew and grew until I could hold it back no longer.

  My body went rigid as I thrust one last time and exploded inside of her.

  Ash wrapped her legs around me, grinding until she too exploded, clenching down around me. Holding me in place, refusing to let go as the two of us found what we had always needed.

  I continued to thrust into her, milking every last part of me. My body acting without thought. Just demanding more until I could do nothing but collapse onto her as I fought to catch my breath.

  Ash’s arms wrapped around me as she held me in place. The both of us lost in our own world.

  Finally, I rolled to the side and pulled her into an embrace. I slowly caressed her shoulder as she ran her hand up and down my chest.

  Life was good. Life was like it was supposed to be, I thought as I slowly let myself relax.

  .o0o.

  Ashley

  I woke to sudden fear. Eric? Where was he?

  I twisted to see his suitcase still sitting next to mine and was able to finally relax. He hadn’t abandoned me. Hadn’t gotten what he wanted and snuck out.

  Of course not, this was Eric. One of the good guys. Also one of the big, hard guys, I thought with a smile as my cheeks flushed.

  Glancing over, I saw the three empty condom packs and smiled even wider. The man was also quite resilient, it seemed.

  Sighing heavily, I thought back to the night as I took inventory. I was sore and tired, and it was wonderful. That special feeling a woman gets when she has been ravished and loved every minute of it. That feeling of being wanted, needed.

  Sighing, I sank back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling as a sudden fear filled me. What did Eric think? What about tomorrow. Or today at dinner. How could I sit across from him and not blush so strongly that everyone would know what I was thinking about?

  And him? Would he treat me like just another girl on a long list of girls? Nothing more than a happy thought in the rearview mirror.

  A wave of depression settled over me as I realized how much it was going to hurt to say goodbye again. How, once again, my heart would be broken as he walked out of my life.

  Biting back a tear, I turned over and hugged a pillow to my chest as I tried to push away the despondency that threatened to overwhelm me. He had a life. His own life. A glorious future that I was not going to be a part of.

  I sighed heavily and tried to force myself to just enjoy the moment we had. There had been a hole in my life that for a short time, I had filled. A question that had been answered. At least I would have that. And of course, memories. Wonderful, tender, sweet memories. They would not be enough, but at least they would be something.

  The steps coming down the stairs pulled me back to reality. I glanced at the door as Eric stepped in with a smile and two coffee cups from the local barista.

  “I hope you still like Hazel Nut and Mocca?” he asked as he gestured with one of the cups.

  “You always were a genius,” I said as I sat up, pulling the blankets up to my chin. Holding my hand out for the cup of coffee.

  He smiled as he handed me the cup and sat down on the edge of the bed. The both of us took a long sip of coffee and stared at each other as a thousand thoughts flashed through our minds. I was going to miss this so much, I realized. The comfortableness of Eric. The one person with whom I could be myself. No hidden agenda. No secrets to be denied. Just us.

  “We have a problem,” he said, “In fact, we have several problems.”

  My heart sank, here it comes, the end. He was going to come up with some excuse to get away. I just knew it.

  Swallowing hard, I nodded, unable to speak.

  “One,” he said with a smirk. “We are going to have to figure out a way for me to keep my hands off of you during dinner.”

  My insides squealed with delight as a sexy urge flashed through me to my very center. I didn’t want him keeping his hands to himself. I never wanted him to leave me alone again, ever. But I couldn’t tell him that. No, all I could do was continue to stare at him and ask, “And?”

  He laughed, “And, the stores are all closed. I couldn’t get any more condoms.”

  I giggled as I shook my head. Were we really having this conversation. “We’ll figure something out.”

  He laughed. “And, of course, there is the other big problem.”

  I held my breath as my stomach turned into a knot.

  He paused for a moment as he stared into my eyes for half of forever. The tension began to rise inside of me. If he didn’t tell me the problem soon I was going to wring his neck.

  “And,” he continued. “There is the question. Do I ask you to marry me now? Or do I wait until after the weekend?”

  My world exploded. What! Had he really just said what I thought he said.

  “See,” he continued. “If I ask you now. And you say no, that is probably going to shot down any chance for more sex. At least I think so. But, if I ask you now, We can announce it at dinner.”

  I froze as I searched his eyes. Was he being real? Was he telling me he wanted to marry me? Me!

  He stared at me, silently waiting for me to say something. As the seconds ticked by, his brow started to furrow with worry.

  Marry? Eric? I mean we had only … Eric?

  My mind settled into that zone. The one where you know what is right. What is perfect. There was no doubt. There never would be. Eric was the one person meant for me. He always would be.

  Smiling, I sighed heavily. “Well, I guess if we were engaged, we wouldn’t have to worry about the condom issue so much.”

  He laughed. “There is that to consider.”

  I laughed as an unbelievable joy filled me. Setting my coffee down on the bedside table, I pulled him into a hug that quickly led to so much more.

  My world was complete, my world would be the life I wanted. Eric and I facing it together.

  .o0o.

  Eric

  I looked at Ash across the dining room table and raised an eyebrow. The woman had answered my dreams. Even now, all I could think about was spending the night in
each other’s arms every night for the rest of our lives.

  She glanced back and blushed, she was reading my mind and enjoying the thoughts.

  “You two are silly,” Little Michelle said as she looked back and forth between us.

  Ash blushed even more. All I could do was shrug and say. “Well, that’s because we have a secret and it concerns you.”

  Her eyes grew very big as she looked at her sister. Ash nodded for me to go on.

  “Yes, We were wondering if you would want to be a bridesmaid at our wedding. I know the bride normally asks. But I think I should ask you too.”

  Michelle’s eyes grew very large as Ash’s mom dropped her fork and stared at me. She looked as if she didn’t know whether to scream or faint as the color drained from her face. My stomach turned over. I hadn’t asked her if I could marry her daughter. But I was pretty sure she was going to be okay with the idea.

  Everyone around the table froze for a moment then exploded into questions and congratulations.

  All I could do was look across the table at the woman I loved and silently thank everything and everyone for bringing us together.

  When a man falls in love with the best woman in the world. He knows he will be happy for the rest of his life. It doesn’t get much better than that.

  Epilogue

  Eric

  One year, I thought as I looked across the thanksgiving table at my wife. Ash smiled back at me. Giving me that secret look that told me so much.

  Her cheeks grew pink as she realized I was thinking about our morning together. Coming together in the heat of passion that still made my heart race.

  “You two are still silly,” Little Michele said as she shook her head.

  Ashley’s cheeks grew even pinker.

  “That’s because we have a secret,” I told her. “And it concerns you.”

  Michelle looked at her sister and raised an eyebrow.

  Ash smiled at me then at Michelle, “We were wondering if you wanted to be an aunt in about six months.”

  The table erupted in a pandemonium of hugs and tears.

  I smiled across at Ash and felt a well being settled over me. This was what life was about. Being with the woman I loved. Creating a new family, Ensconsed in the safety of a wider community. The challenges, responsibilities would lead us to a wonderful future.

  “I love you,” she whispered across the table and I knew that no man could ever ask for more.

  The End

  Author Notes

  Thank you for reading my story. I would enjoy hearing from you. What did you think, would you like to see more of these type of stories. I can be contacted at Sher.dillard@gmail.ccom. Or feel free to visit my facebook page.

  A special thanks to my critique partners. Kim Loraine, Eryn Carpenter, and Frankie Love. This story would not exist without their wonderful insights and support. They are the greatest.

  Please continue to read on and explore the first chapter to my book Dragon Fire.

  I hope you enjoy it.

  Dragon Fire

  Chapter One

  She entered the place like she owned it. As if she was simply stepping into a palace ballroom. Pure poise, grace, and beauty. Girls like that shouldn’t come into taverns like this. It wasn’t good for their health.

  Drake looked down at the rough hands holding his ale. It wasn’t any of his business. He had enough problems of his own. The last thing he needed was to get mixed up with some high born beauty slumming through the worst part of town.

  Yet, he couldn’t look away for long. Something about her drew him in. Called to his inner beast.

  Sighing to himself, he looked up.

  She was dressed in a fine burgundy cloak. The kind that screamed wealth and too much refinement. She had pulled back the hood to reveal sun-kissed blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. His stomach turned over. Pure trouble, that was what this was, pure trouble.

  The woman was looking for something. Her eyes searching the room. A dozen eyes were examining her in return. Cataloging every curve. In fact, almost every man in the place was evaluating his options and opportunity. Drake well knew what they were thinking, knew what they wanted. The thought roused a part of him that had been dormant for too long. His protective instincts naturally grew as he grumbled in the back of his throat.

  No! He reminded himself. This was not his problem. Do not get involved in their petty issues.

  But still, something about the woman called to him.

  As he watched, her eyes finally came to rest on him in the far corner. They opened wide in surprise, then narrowed as she inspected what she saw. He noticed a hint of disappointment mixed with a smidgen of interest.

  Smiling to himself, he shook his head and focused on his ale. Maybe, if he ignored her, she would go away. And if she hurried, maybe she’d be allowed to leave.

  But, no such luck.

  The woman started walking towards him. Every man in the room followed every step. Their eyes devouring the subtle swing of her hips, the bounce of her golden hair, and the sparkle in her eyes.

  She came to stop at his table, looking down at him. Her look dismissing him like a scullery maid late in her duties. The woman had no idea who she was dealing with.

  “Mr. Drake?” she asked.

  She was probably about five years younger than himself. Maybe twenty years old. But, her eyes held a maturity that surprised him a little. This woman may be young, but she knew what she wanted, and had a confidence well beyond her years.

  “Just, Drake,” he answered.

  She hesitated for a moment, obviously surprised he had not risen.

  “May I join you?” she asked as she began to remove her kid gloves. Not hearing an answer, she sat on the wooden bench across from him, her eyes letting him know she was not amused.

  Drake leaned back and studied her for a moment. The woman was beautiful, no doubt, but there was something more. An inner strength that surprised him. A strength that did not hide her femininity. He was impressed. Not an easy accomplishment in one so young.

  Emily, the barmaid, approached hesitantly, as if afraid of waking a fearsome beast. She glanced at Drake, then back at this strange woman.

  “Water please,” the woman said with a soft smile.

  “You don’t drink the water in this place,” Drake said, as he shook his head. “Get her ale, and get me another.”

  The beautiful woman stopped for a moment as she studied him. Then, nodded her head to the barmaid and finished removing her gloves, placing them neatly on the worn table between them. Touching them, probably afraid she might lose them.

  What did she think? That he was going to steal her gloves and run out of the tavern? The safety of her gloves should be the least of her concerns at the moment.

  She continued to look at him, most likely trying to decide whether she should continue, or change her mind and run. He well knew what she saw. A man, larger than most, with thick black hair and a scar that bisected his eyebrow. A man who only knew how to scowl.

  Her eyes took in his forest green jacket, then lingered on his hands around the ale cup. His long fingers were rough and not as clean as they should have been. They would tell her of a man who used those hands to make his way in the world.

  At last, she seemed to come to some kind of decision. Her back straightened, and her eyes narrowed on him.

  “I am Elsbeth Beaumont,” she said.

  “I know who you are, Princess. Every man in the place knows who you are,” Drake answered as he took a long pull on his ale.

  She was nonplused for a moment. Obviously surprised. She didn’t get out much, he realized. Especially not to taverns such as this.

  Pulling herself together, she said, “I need your help, Mr. Drake …”

  “Just, Drake,” he said with a smirk. He knew that the fact that he insisted on using only his first name disturbed her. It gave him license to call her by her first name. Something that not many people in the Kingdom did. The fact that she found it di
sturbing pleased his soul for some reason. He liked making her uncomfortable. Heaven knew, it was probably a rare occurrence.

  Dipping her head in acknowledgement, she continued, “Very well, Just Drake, I am in need of your assistance.”

  “Isn’t that what your servants and advisers are for? What about the King’s Guard? From what I hear, they are very efficient in obtaining results. Regardless of what they have to do to get them. Your dungeons are full of men who failed to provide what was needed. Be it gold, or simply following instructions.”

  Her back stiffened, he had touched a nerve.

  “THE King’s Guard is why I need your assistance,” she said. - Drake noticed the absence of the word ‘My’ in reference to the Kings Guard – Interesting.

  He chuckled as he leaned back. “What? You want me to destroy the King’s Guard for you?”

  She studied him for a moment. “No, I want you to take me to a man who can.”

  Now, it was his turn to be surprised. He hadn’t expected that. And, who was this man she needed?

  “Why me?” he asked her. He thought it might be best to get as much information as possible before he turned her down. You never knew what might be valuable at a later date. Besides, he liked sitting across from a pretty woman. It made the ale taste better.

  “I was told that you were the only man who could get me across the Forbidden Forest.”

  He scoffed, “There’s a reason they call it forbidden.”

  She smiled back at him, as if he were a little boy. “Surely, you don’t believe in dragons?” she said. “A man such as yourself? I heard that you regularly go into the forest. And so far, you seem to return unscathed.”

  He shook his head, “And, why do you need to go into the forest?”

  “I need to cross it to get to the Kingdom of Sinstra,” she said. Her expression let him know how important this was to her. A hint of fear crossed behind her eyes. His insides bunched together at the thought of anything causing this woman fear.

  No, he reminded himself. He would not go down that path.