"Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?"
- No Doubt's song BATHWATER by G. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont
Gracie watched as the lone figure walked back to the house. She shuddered as she remembered his mouth and hands over her. She wanted that mouth on her body and his hands on her. She wanted his cock inside her – she would do anything he asked. She wanted to be on her knees and taking him inside her small little mouth. Oh god, what was happening to her?!
Matthew met Gracie as she walked slowly back to the house.
"Have you seen Michael?" He asked looking around the garden.
"Not since dinner." She lied easily. No need to cause problems between brothers she surmised. One would be her lawfully wedded husband while the other her brother in law.
"And what do you think of my big brother?" Matthew asked jokingly.
"He seems very nice. You have a lovely family, Matthew. You are lucky."
"And you too, now." He hugged her tightly.
The house settled in for the night and Gracie made her way to bed. She watched longingly as the sisters chatted and Michael and Jane talked quietly. They were a loving family and she felt like a viper. She had not intended nor even encouraged Michael's attentions. Now she wondered if she should just walk away and disappear from the entire family, or put Michael in his place once and for all.
She decided the later. She loved Matthew and his family and would not allow Michael's libido to interfere.
Later as the house sank into sleep as the clock neared midnight she walked silently in the house.
She knew from the chatty sisters that Michael's room was more a suite of rooms that lay on the far corner of the mansion. It suited his reclusive and moody ways. He could come and go as he pleased through a small servant's staircase and enjoyed a superb view of the gardens.
Michael lay on his bed hands hooked behind his head. He looked up into the gold gilt ceiling but could only see her hazel eyes. He wore simple pajama pants and no shirt. He relived the entire day from the hardware store to the garden. Those lovely little rosebud lips that puckered and pouted and he thought drowsily of those lips on him. He wanted her writhing underneath him and those legs wrapped around his waist. He wanted her riding him as he filled his hands with those delicious breasts. He could already see her bouncing up and down on his cock.
He groaned. He turned onto his side and suddenly saw her. When he saw her enter his room he stopped breathing for a moment. She looked too lovely, too perfect to touch.
She wore a silk sheath nightgown that looked to be of white or light colored material and a robe of the same. It was dark and he watched her pause to close and lock his bedroom door behind her.
Oh yes, he thought as she walked toward him and the moonlight shone her legs scissored again and again. He could see she was naked under the flimsy material.
Gracie could barely see for the moonlight was scant light. She made her way to his bed and seated herself in front of him. She couldn't tell if he was awake.
"Michael?" She whispered into the dark.
"Ms. Brighton." He whispered back.
She was startled and almost bolted. He smiled at her discomfort.
"I need to talk to you, Michael." She whispered.
"Oh? You didn't come here at my request, Gracie?" She almost moaned. The way he murmured her name was almost like a sigh.
"No. Your request was obscene and you know it. I needed to be alone with you to -"
He grinned in the dark. "Oh, I see."
She saw his smile and poked his chest with her finger. "You don't see anything you arrogant man! This thing is out of control and proportion! I don't know what has happened that you are suddenly so infatuated with me, but I am marrying your brother in two months and either wish us well, or go to hell."
He suddenly clasped her hand and pulled her across his chest as he stretched out. "Hmmmm. And this had to be said in the privacy of my bedroom?" He told her softly in her ear mockingly.
"Stop it!" She whispered furiously struggling against his hard body and his evil ways.
"Make me, Gracie." He mocked her again and in one quick movement pulled her underneath him as he stratled her.
"Scream and yell. Tell the servants, my mother, Matt, what you are doing here in my bed at midnight. I dare you. Tell them I told you to come here. And make especially sure about telling them how I dressed you in this silk fuck me outfit." He spoke into her hair and breathed in her scent.
"Michael, no. I did come here to talk some sense into you."
"Really? Well, talk is the last thing I want. And there's something harder and longer that I have to get into you." He spoke into her ear and his mouth tongued her neck.
