The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

I woke up the next morning with Blue snoring softly and snuggled in the crook between my arm and neck, her delicate little hands holding me in the middle possessively. I stared at her wondering if Blue had really married me last night or perhaps it had all been a dream.

I dared a look at the grandfather clock near the hearth. It was a little after ten am. I dreaded thinking about college and all the notes that I’d have to borrow from someone to keep up. I decided to compartmentalize any discouraging thoughts about college and concentrate on the bliss I was currently living in.

I hadn’t felt so fucking sated in like forever. It was like a missing piece of me had come back. I brushed a stray lock away from her ear and kissed her there.

She murmured something under her breath, clenching me more tightly. Slowly, making sure I wasn’t going to wake her up I took her hand off my body and laid it back on the mattress gingerly. I reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed the number connecting to Steve’s room.

I spoke softly on the phone making sure not to wake up my bride, “Steve, do you have the items I told you to buy for me yesterday?”

“Yes, sir.” Came the butler’s response.

“Can you bring them to my room upstairs?”

“Certainly, sir.”

“My wife’s still asleep so when you’re here, knock only once and make sure it’s as light as an ant’s feet on wooden floorboards.”

There was a disturbing silence on the other end. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” I said. “Tell Mary-Alix to prepare a lunch to-go. Some sandwiches, mini pizzas, and sliced fresh fruits. Oh and, a nice chilled lemonade.”

“Pardon, sir, are you going somewhere?” He asked.

“We will take a small picnic by the river banks.”

“I will pass on your instructions to the cook.”

I pulled on my satin robe and settled down in the single leather chair beside the bed, and noticed the box of truffles half empty. Blue must have eaten most of it. I recalled the second time that I’d made love to her last night when I’d smeared some of the truffles over her body and licked it off her skin. I’d never loved chocolate so much.

Even thinking of it was making me hard again.

Blue had proven to be more passionate than I would have imagined. Her innocent pleas to give her pleasure made me giddy, any other normal woman would have been embarrassed but once Blue had gotten the taste of what sex was like, she was insatiable.

We had ended up falling asleep at four a.m in the morning, at the crack of dawn.

I heard some footsteps outside but there was no knock on the door. How long did it take Steve to get the things I’d asked him? I’d waited for the past fifteen minutes. Feeling impatient, I walked to the bedroom door, opened it and peered out. Steve was standing there with the bag of supplies.

“I told you to knock. What were you doing standing there?” I asked.

Steve shrugged, “you told me to knock as softly as an ant’s feet on wooden floorboards.”

I looked heavenward and snatched the stuff from his hand. “Thanks. Tell Mary-Alix about lunch.” I informed the Butler and shut the door behind me.

* * *

Blue

The bed was empty beside me. I could feel it.

Feeling panicked, I started to sit up, calling out his name when a voice stopped me.

“Blue, love, I’m sitting right here.” Hunter’s soothing voice informed me, “Lay back in bed again.”

I complied, keeping my eyes closed. I turned around in bed with my body facing the ceiling. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs, wide. Maybe he wanted to make love to me again. I loved it, the feeling of Hunter moving inside me and making those sounds.

I’d read somewhere a good wife did whatever her husband asked her to, especially in his bed. A good husband did the same as well, listen and obey to his wife’s whims. I’d realized Hunter had more of a domineering streak that I adored.

Instead of feeling him enter me, I heard the sound of laughter. My eyes shot open to find him seated by the hearth, wearing a maroon satin robe, his long legs spread out in front of him. His golden-brown hair was shining in the sunlight that was streaming from the drapes. He had a white drawing board placed on his lap, his fingers moved with leisure in graceful strokes, and his silver eyes watched me intently. His mouth was moving, oh no, he was eating something.

My chocolates.

panicked, I said, “those are mine! You can’t eat

love?” He asked. “I want you lying on your stomach, eyes

spent countless hours last night telling me to keep them open.” I said, “What’s wrong,

of sound I loved hearing. “The sight of your open legs is a delightful scene, believe me, but I’m

do what?” I asked rolling on my

you, my

sat

narrowed his eyes at me, and in a mocking demanding voice, he said, “Back in

I

your day on your back letting me do wicked things to you.” He said

do you hear me

girl? She seemed to have lost her

me yesterday, after

sorry, but it’s strange how I don’t. Stay still.” He instructed, his pencil doing light strokes on the white-board, the sound of the scrapes of the pencil was oddly satisfying. We could

you should ever feel sorry for marrying me. This is exactly what I wished

is hardly something

busboy?” I

he had had enough of sketching and wanted to make me moan again, but he arranged the covers

wish, Hunter?” I asked

wishes.” He declared with a

want to hear

lots

“We?” I asked.

and me,” He

me

want me

about my brother,” I said laughing

reminding you?” he was still smiling. “If I’ll be rich one day,

being poor to me though. You’re privileged,

though I’m supposed to inherit this house, it’s not

matter to me if

replaced by a scowl. “I would

anger in my presence, but I’d heard from Hannah the stories about his rages that when it started they were endless and often had ended with a few people in the hospital and him in jail. I’d only seen a spark

does money matter

softened as his gaze flicked from me to the drawing board, “With the money I

what exactly do

mean...huge freakin’ room

that sounded. “I don’t want any of

one normal woman on this goddamn planet would ever say no to diamonds, a big house

I’m not normal, am

mouth turned up, “Of course not. You’re not normal because you’re a Queen. A Queen who

you,”

was a silence in the room that went on. I turned

raw emotion that it made my heart beat wildly, “No

you want, Hunter. I really hope you become rich.” I said with

chair. The drawing board and the pencil dropped on the floor as he seized my hips with his large hands and brought me into his lap. His mouth came down on mine in a demanding hard kiss, deprived of all the slowness

“If I knew marriage was so much fun, I’d have married you the day I found

“Promise me, Hunter, that you won’t

things had changed a bit this morning, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it

of being with different women every time. What if he

my only love, that’s a promise.

his face with both my

eyes turned wide, “Don’t

it on the floor, so I was stranding him naked. I loosened