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.

“those are mine! You can’t

you close your legs for me, love?” He asked. “I want you

close my legs now but you spent countless hours last night telling me to keep them

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

I asked rolling on my stomach the

you, my

me?!” I exclaimed and sat up again. “Show

he said, “Back in bed. On your stomach. Now. And don’t

I asked, daring

your back letting me do wicked things to you.” He said jokingly, but the devilish glint in the silver of

you hear me complaining?”

happened to my innocent mermaid girl? She seemed to have lost her

gave him a sideways shy smile, “The things you did to me yesterday, after that, I don’t think

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.

should ever feel sorry for marrying me. This is

a busboy is hardly something I’d

a busboy?” I

he stood up and walked towards the bed. I thought he had had enough of sketching and wanted to make me moan again, but he arranged the

Hunter?”

a list of wishes.” He declared with

want to hear about

lovely home and lots and lots of money so that we can have everything we need and so we can

“We?” I asked.

you and

take me with

you want me to take?

my brother,” I said laughing as I

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

I’m poor too.” I completed for him, “This doesn’t seem like being poor to me though. You’re privileged, Hunter.” I said waving at the

told you. It’s my father’s. And even though I’m supposed to inherit this house, it’s not yet mine to keep. What’s mine is the little apartment

matter to me if you’re rich

carefree expression replaced by a scowl. “I would do anything to become rich, and not with my father’s help

endless and often had ended with a few people in the hospital and him in jail. I’d only seen a spark of that anger

does money matter

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

do

call, huge fucking...I mean...huge freakin’ room full of your clothing,

ridiculous that sounded. “I don’t want

on this goddamn planet would ever say no to diamonds, a big house or a dozen maids, I’d bet every cent

not normal,

“Of course not. You’re not normal because you’re a Queen. A Queen who deserves

deserve you,”

a silence in the room that went on. I turned around to see

stared at me with such raw emotion that it made my heart beat

hope that you get what you want, Hunter. I really hope you become rich.” I said with all my heart because Hunter’s wish was going to be my

of bed; the sheet was wrapped around me as I settled down on the arm of the 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 from the previous night. I melted

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

said, “Promise me, Hunter, that

this morning, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it because

Hunter got tired of me soon? He had a reputation of being with different women every time. What if he

that’s a promise. You have ruined me for every

to touch his face with

Hunter’s eyes turned wide, “Don’t even think about

my body and threw it on the floor, so I was stranding him