Taming Megan(11)

“Push, Megan,” he said. She did as he played with the plug, withdrawing it slowly.

“Jake…” she began, reaching for his hand to push it from her clit.

“Shh… You can come, Megan. More than once if it happens,” he said, taking the lubricant from his pocket and dropping his pants and underwear.

Her body relaxed at his verbal permission and she gave herself over to him as he massaged her clit with his hand while sliding his cock into her slick pussy. She called out as she came and it took all he had to keep from exploding inside her. He held still inside her until she slowly settled, her breathing still heavy and short.

“Megan,” he said while smearing some of the lubricant onto her bottom hole. She moaned when he touched her there, trying to pull away a little.

“Just a minute. It’s too much,” she managed. He imagined she’d be hypersensitive now but it wasn’t unusual for her to have multiple orgasms during sex. She just had to get beyond this point.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Meg.”

She only moaned but didn’t try to pull away when he rubbed the lubricated head of his cock against her back hole.

“We’ll go slowly, just push against me baby.”

He spread her open, watching her hole stretch to take him, giving her time to adjust until the head of his cock was in and she began to moan softly as he moved slowly, taking centimeter by centimeter. He was so close that he had to stop altogether more than once so as not to come but when he was half way in and she began to move her hips in time with his, moaning, he could no longer hold back. He took the next inches as she pushed against him, resisting for just a moment before softening again and when she called out to him to fuck her while reaching a hand to her pussy, he gripped her hips tight and fucked her hard and fast, the feel of her tight, hot hole different from her pussy as she stretched to take him.

Her muscles clamped down around him as she came again and this time he didn’t hold back, thrusting into her ass hard until he too stilled, his cock throbbing, pumping his seed inside her.





Chapter Six





The doorbell announcing the first of the party guests rang at five minutes over the hour. Megan hadn’t been able to eat a thing all day and Jake had finally made her get out of the kitchen and let Anna take over. She was barely down the stairs and still tucking a pin into her hair when she heard a woman’s laughter coming from the hall. She stopped and forced herself to take a deep breath. She could do this, it was fine. There was no reason for her to be so nervous. She wasn’t a child; she was Jake Roark’s wife.

“There you are,” Jake said as she turned the corner, pasting a smile onto her face, her nerves a jumbled mess in her belly. He put his hand at her bare low back, rubbing once before urging her forward. “This is my wife, Megan,” he said, introducing her to the older couple. “Megan, this is John Steward and his wife, Karen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Megan said, shaking hands with the couple.

Jake told her what Mr. Steward did but she barely heard it as the doorbell rang again and Jake opened it. Two couples walked in and they all seemed to know each other because immediately after she was introduced, the women began to talk among themselves and Jake with the men.

She stayed by Jake smiling politely, glad for his hand at her back reassuring her.

“Come on in, we’ll get some drinks for everyone,” he said.

The three waiters he’d hired for the night stood ready to pour drinks for everyone. Megan floated around the room on Jake’s arm feeling out of place, realizing she was at least twenty years younger than the youngest woman here. She counted heads. They were waiting on two more couples. She was about to go into the kitchen for a break when the doorbell rang again. Jake looked at her and she signaled she would answer. He smiled, turning his attention back to the conversation at hand. Megan’s heels clicked along the hardwood floor as she made her way to the front door and pulled it open. A couple smiled at her and behind them a man stood in the distance talking on his phone.

“Hello, young lady, you must be Jake’s wife,” the older man said. He stepped inside, ushering his wife in with him. Both had graying hair and were elegantly dressed. Their smiles seemed genuine and the man held out his hand.

“Yes, I’m Megan,” she said, allowing him to wrap both of his around her one hand.

“Fine to meet you. Jake talks about you all the time, you know,” he said.

His wife nudged him. “Don’t embarrass her, Gray. I’m Abigail and this is my husband Gray Manson. It’s nice to meet you dear,” she said, taking her hand from her husband’s and giving him a look. “You’ve got to watch the old men, hon,” the woman said to her, eyeing her husband and nudging him with her elbow. It was in jest and for the first time all day, Megan smiled, relaxing a little.

“You know I’ve only got eyes for you, Abby.”

“M-hmm. You’d better, old man.”

“Connelly, get your ass in here already,” Gray called out to the man who stood outside on his phone.

Megan turned, her smile disappearing as the man tucked his phone into his pocket and came out of the shadows. He too paused for a moment, recognition dawning on his face as Megan felt the color drain from hers.

“Mr. and Mrs. Manson,” Jake’s voice came as he rounded the corner and shook the older man’s hand before kissing his wife on the cheek. “I see you’ve met my wife.”

“Not all of us,” Sean Connelly said. He held out his hand to her.

She didn’t take her eyes from Sean’s for a second, remaining as if frozen in time.

“Honey?” Jake said, snapping her out of it. “This is Sean Connelly, one of the members on the deciding board.”

But Jake didn’t need to introduce him.

She looked down at Sean Connelly’s hand where he held it out to her and she slowly placed her trembling one inside it.

“Truly a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Roark. Or Megan is it? May I call you Megan?” he asked.

“Yes. Of course,” she said, feeling clammy and cold, realizing how awkward she must look, wondering if anyone else sensed the fact that this was not her first meeting with Sean Connelly.

“Let’s head inside, get everyone a drink,” Jake said, his hand on his wife’s back, turning her to follow behind the others. “You ok?” he asked.

She looked at him, at her beautiful husband who so did not need this right now. She nodded. “Yeah, just should eat something. The wine is going to my head.”

He kissed her cheek, pulling her in for a quick hug. “Take a minute with Anna, eat something, then come back inside.”

“I will.” She held onto his hand when he turned to walk back into the living room and he stopped, looking at her, puzzled. “I love you,” she said, trying to smile a small smile.

“Me too. Now hurry up.” He turned and went into the living room and she, instead of going into the kitchen, slipped quickly up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She picked up the phone and dialed, alternately sitting on the edge of the bed then standing, pacing the room. This couldn’t be happening. Her childhood was one thing, her parents a part of that. She could leave that all behind. But when Sean Connelly had walked in that door tonight, it was like the past just walked right back into her life.

“Josie?” she said into the phone, the first tear sliding down her cheek.







Ten minutes later, Megan inhaled a deep breath and walked down the stairs to rejoin the party. Jake ran into her in the hallway looking not too pleased. “Meg, what are you doing?”

“I just… my stomach was upset.”

He looked like he had something to say but didn’t and she could see the pressure he was under. Jake was usually very collected but tonight was a big deal. A really big deal. She was about to blow it for him if she didn’t get her act together.

“All right, come back inside now. I need you with me.”

She only smiled when he led her back into the living room. The light was dimmed and music played softly in the background. As usually happened at parties like this, the men had grouped together at one end of the room and the women the other. Jake urged her to join in on the conversation on the women’s side. She walked over and Abigail Manson immediately came to take her arm. She felt grateful to the older woman who must have sensed her discomfort and made a point of drawing her into the conversation even when some of the other women made quite the opposite point.

“Megan,” Anna whispered, tapping her shoulder. “Dinner’s ready to be served.”

“Ok, thanks Anna.” Megan rose to her feet and called the ladies to collect their husbands. Jake was engrossed in a conversation with two of the men and as she approached him, Sean Connelly’s hand closed over her elbow, drawing her back.

“Why don’t you walk me in, Meggie? Your husband looks busy.”

His smile was that of a piranha and it took all Megan had not to yank herself free of his grip. And that’s what it was: a grip. His fingers dug into her arm, hurting her.

He remembered her, of course he did.

“What do you want?” she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from trembling.