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.

I said, “those are

for me, love?” He asked. “I want you lying

legs now but you spent countless hours last night telling me to keep them open.” I said, “What’s wrong, Hunter? Have

“The sight of your open legs is a delightful

rolling on

you, my gorgeous

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

narrowed his eyes at me, and in a mocking demanding voice, he said, “Back in bed. On your stomach. Now. And don’t make me tell you

what?” I asked, daring

you’ll spend the rest of your day on your back letting me do wicked things to you.” He said jokingly, but the devilish glint in

do you hear

my innocent mermaid girl? She seemed to have lost her way during

you did to me yesterday,

vanished from his features. “I should feel 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

ever feel sorry for marrying me. This is exactly what I wished for, and I got

is hardly something I’d call

a busboy?”

sketching and wanted to make me moan again, but he arranged the covers over my back and went back to

your wish, Hunter?” I asked

list of wishes.” He declared with

want to hear

apart from marrying you, my wish is to have a nice lovely home and lots and lots of money so that we

“We?” I asked.

you and me,”

take me

do you want me

brother,” I said laughing

my wife now, why do I need to keep reminding you?” he was still smiling. “If I’ll be rich one day,

like being poor to me though. You’re privileged, Hunter.”

“I 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 back in town and the savings

if you’re rich or

and the playful tone in his voice was gone, his carefree expression replaced by a scowl. “I would do anything to

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 of that anger in his expressions. I should have been scared but his energy; it told me that Hunter would never hurt me no matter how angry I made

money matter to

money I could keep you happier. Buy a larger house; give you things that you

what exactly do

mean...huge freakin’ room

laughed. How ridiculous that sounded. “I don’t want any of

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

not normal, am

course not. You’re not normal because you’re a

you,”

on. I turned around to see what had caused

emotion that it made my heart beat wildly, “No one’s ever said

hope you become rich.” I said with all

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 into him like butter on a sizzling pan,

marriage was so much fun, I’d have married

there won’t be anyone else.” I said, “Promise me, Hunter, that you won’t love anyone else other than

at me with newfound love. I’d noticed that things had changed a bit this morning, I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it because I was far too deeply in love with him, and

women every time. What

that’s a promise. You have

up to touch his face with both

turned wide, “Don’t

reached for the bed-sheet wrapped around my body and threw it on the floor, so I was stranding him naked. I loosened his satin