8 comments/ 66982 views/ 7 favorites The Unexpected Ch. 01 By: Sharlean Hello everyone, I found a great editor who help me revise my story let me know what you think. Kudos to my editor Kirk... Please give me lots of feedback, I can't grow as a writer without. :-) Also part 2 is coming, it with the editor as I resubmit this one...:-) * I really didn't expect to have a May to December romance. It's funny how a woman can convince herself that certain parts of her life are over at a specific age. I was so comfortable in my own skin that I didn't expect anyone else to be interested in me or anything I might have to offer. I guess that is how I felt until I met Kenney.. There he was and my life has not been the same since I met him. It started when I decided to learn how to swim at the ripe old age of forty-four. I visited the local YMCA and signed up for private swimming lessons. Why private lessons? Well, I thought that if I embarrassed myself it would be better for my ego if it were just me and my instructor instead of a group of people sharing in my shame. Believe it or not it started out innocently enough. Kenney was my instructor. I met with him one day a week at 7:00 AM. From the beginning he was gentle, patient, and very encouraging. I found these qualities so endearing especially in a younger man. I had not been touched by a man in over ten years. It's funny how you don't miss something until you experience it again. That is how it was with Kenney and the swimming lessons. With his light caresses and gentle strokes I soon found it harder to concentrate on the lessons when all I wanted to do was give in to the erotic thoughts in my mind. But the physical attraction wasn't the only thing. My attraction to him grew as we shared choices we've made, discussed social issues, talked about our lives, and things we liked and disliked. I never thought of myself as a Cougar. You know, one of those women who chase younger men, but I wanted to get to know him better and on a more physical level. My God, Kenney was twenty-seven. I was forty-four. I was old enough to be his mother. When I was twenty-three, he was just entering Kindergarten. I should have been ashamed of myself for thinking about a man that could have been my son, but I was starting to rationalize in my mind that age was just a number not a state of mind. Plus, Kenney was built right. What do I mean by this statement? Well, I like a man with a swimmer's body, firm but not bulky or overly muscular. He was supple and wiry with quick reflexes, and he proved that to me time and time again when I would panic in the pool and he would hold me and tell me that he had me. In those moments, I knew he did, too, in more ways than one. I felt safe and secure, attractive and feminine, delicate and sensual when I was with him. These were feelings that I had not experienced for a long time, and it was a pleasant surprise for me to experience them again after so many years. So my desire for him grew. I tried to shrug it off, and it was then that he increased the number of times we were to meet to twice a week. We started meeting two days a week, and I honestly tried to focus on the lessons and not seduce him. I told myself that he was placing his hands around my waist to hold me up; but, secretly I wanted him to pull me close. Every time that I grasped his shoulders it was not to pull him close for a warm embrace but to gain my balance and center myself in the water. I really wanted to know what his hands would feel like caressing my erect nipples and stroking my body. I wondered what his lips would feel like on my skin and what he would do if I ran my hands through his hair, clasping his head and pulling him toward me for a passionate kiss. I wanted to slide my hands down his chest, stroking his stomach and brushing against his aroused manhood. While all these erotic thoughts were flooding my mind, he was innocently teaching me the breast stroke, the dog paddle, and other swimming techniques. I wondered if he could see the lust burning in my eyes for him. So, I decided to test his awareness of my attraction to him. I started out subtlety. When he helped me into the water, I pressed closer giving him full body contact. I slowly slid my hands from his shoulders and down his arms at the beginning of my lessons. I thought I notice that his hands lingered around my waist a little longer than usual, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. Every time I panicked, I grabbed his forearms from behind and pressed my buttocks into his groin in a sly caress. And believe me I made sure that I panicked at least twice during my sessions. When he helped me out of the pool, I worked my way over to him and slid my hands slowly up his arms while he put his hands around my waist to lift me out of the pool. The two favorite parts of my lesson were getting in and out of the pool. At those times, I got a chance to be close to a man again and the feeling was incredibly erotic and arousing. There was just something about men that turned me on. Men are made to be worshiped by women. I think God created man first because she knew women needed something to cherish. A man's body is so totally different from a woman's all muscle, sinew, firm, hard and it feels like velvet on steel. Then there are the colors from the whitest whites to the blackest blacks. On behalf of all the women in the world who love men, thank you God. Anyway I'm digressing. As time progressed, I had to stop panicking and get serious about learning to swim. I knew if I didn't he would catch on to my attraction to him, and I would be embarrassed beyond belief. Between feeling him up in the pool every chance I got, I forced myself to concentrate and devote myself to learning how to swim. Privately, I wanted to devote my lessons to seducing him and teaching him what it's like to be loved by a mature woman from head to toe and beyond. It wasn't long before I could no longer pretend to panic and grab him in mock fear. Instead I had to show him that I could recover on my own. Then it happened, something that left me momentarily speechless. We just finished the second to the last session. "Would you like to go out with me for a drink?" Kenney asked. "You're asking me out for a drink?" I asked. "Yes." Kenney's smile could melt an iceberg. "I would love to. What brought this on?" I laughed. "Well, our lessons are wrapping up, and I probably won't see you much at the Y. I really enjoyed teaching you how to swim, and thought it was a nice way to celebrate." Kenney replied. We made plans to meet at the local Applebee's restaurant at 7:00 PM. I was on cloud nine all day at work. I was smiling for no reason. My coworkers teased me about having a hot date as the reason for my unsuppressed excitement. I was so excited because now I had my chance, at least, to attempt to get Kenney in my bed or get in his bed if not for a lifetime at least for a couple of nights. I went home and prepared for my evening of seduction. I took a long bath and picked out the perfect outfit, casual but sexy. I wanted everyone in the restaurant to know that I was a woman on the prowl, and Kenney was my prey. We got there at the same time, and Kenney looked delicious. I am usually not turned on by men in jeans and muscle shirts but on him the outfit worked well. We greeted each other at the door and chatted while we waited for the hostess to seat us. I hoped my nervousness didn't show because all I could think about was how I was going to get him alone and have my way with him. After we were seated and ordered our meal, we continue to chat. "How was your day?" I asked. "I got off work at 1:00. I had the rest of the day to myself so I went home and took a nap," he replied laughing. "I wished I was the sheets that you slept on just so that I could be close to you," I thought but I said, "Now that sounds like a relaxing way to spend the afternoon." "What about you? How was your day?" "I was teased all day by my coworkers and friends because they thought I was up to something. I just laughed it off and ignored them." I replied. As the night progressed, we talked about a lot of things and time seemed to pass until the waitress came up to tell us that they needed to close. I could not believe that we sat there so long talking. Kenney paid the bill. "Wow, where did the night go?" he asked. "I can't believe we've been here that long, Kenney." I replied. "I really enjoyed talking to you. Actually I hate to see the evening end. Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap and more conversation?" he asked. My insides did a flip. I wanted to do more than talk! I said, ."Yes, that sounds wonderful." I followed him to his house. Kenney helped me out of my vehicle and walked me to the door. I was so excited and a wetness was starting to form between my legs. "Stay calm and in control," I said to myself. Kenney didn't seem to notice my excitement as he invited me into his home. It was decorated in the typical manly fashion with just the essentials and mostly leather furniture. "Please have a seat. What would you like to drink?" he asked. I said, "Rum and coke would be fine if you have it." He replied, "One rum and coke coming right up!" There was that smile again. I sat on the love seat. I did this on purpose because it would allow me to get closer to him as we talked. Kenney walked back into the living room and turned on the television while handing me my drink. "I thought you wanted to talk some more," I jokingly said. "It's just for noise," he laughed. I laughed and told him that my television was on now because I liked to have some noise when I was in the apartment. There was an awkward moment of silence as we listened to the television and sipped our drinks. I was working up the nerve to make the first move. Then it happened. Kenney reached over and stroked my ear with the tip of his finger. I was shocked, but I didn't pull away. Actually, I leaned forward and cupped my hand over his and pulled him closer. I slide my other hand up his arm and around his neck, pulling him toward me as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Our tongues were rubbing and stroking each other as our hands mimicked the oral battle. The only sound in the room was the television and our deep breathing as we stroked and caressed each other through our clothes. Soon we grew frustrated with the heavy petting. I can't remember if I pulled his shirt over his head or he did it himself, but that was all the encouragement I needed to start kissing a path down his neck and over his chest to his jeans. He smelled so good! There is just something about the musky sweaty scent of a man that drives me wild. I was licking and sucking his nipples, nibbling on his stomach muscles, and enjoying the salty taste of his skin. That's when I found out to my ultimate delight that he was wearing button fly jeans. I loved button fly jeans because it allowed me to show off my talent for unbuttoning jeans with my teeth and tongue. Kenney's hands weren't idle either. He was stroking my back. I think he was looking for my bra, but it was just his luck that I wasn't wearing one, just a tight nylon shell under my shirt. He slid his hands down and around enclosing a breast in each hand and stroking my aroused nipples. My nipples grew long and hard. I could see how amazed he was from the way he was caressing stroking them with his fingers and he tries to pull me up to kiss me, but I resisted because I wanted to taste his cock in my mouth. I grabbed his wrists and pressed them down by his side as my tongue worked first one and then another button loose from his jeans until I could feel the bulge of his erect flesh against my lips. I released his hands because I wanted his help as I pulled down his jeans so that I could get access to the object of my desire. Then I slide back into position between Kenney's legs and grabbed his wrists again, pressing them down on the cushion to use as leverage as I positioned myself to pleasure the young man of my dreams. I breathed in deeply and blew out slowly, bathing his cock in warm air. I felt him pushing up against me. "Oh yes!" I smiled to myself because blowjobs are my specialty, and I love cocks of all shapes and sizes, lengths, and rises. With my breath bathing his manhood, I looked him straight in the eye as my teeth grabbed the elastic of his jockey shorts and pulled down slowly revealing the source of my desire for the past couple of months, his rock hard cock. I could feel his hands flex, but he didn't break my hold on his wrists even though he could easily do it. This was another reason for my white hot attraction to him. He was so comfortable in his masculinity that he could allow a woman to take the dominate role from time to time. Now, it was my time to pleasure him and he was in for the thrill of a lifetime. My fingers closed around his manhood and stroked him from tip to base in a slow circular motion. I lowered my head slowly, breathing out, my breath warm on his hard cock as my wet tongue licked at the small hole where drops of body's juices slowly dripped out before sliding my mouth over the head of his cock, my thumb and index finger feeding his manhood deeper into my mouth. My lips formed a perfect O around his cock. My tongue rubbed against the base of his dick as I pushed it up against the roof of my mouth. I feed more and more of his cock into my warm wet orifice. I slid his cock in and out in a slow fucking motion as I continue my never-ending loving oral homage to his cock. His cock felt like it was made to fit my mouth as his dick slid down my throat with little effort or discomfort. The feel of the blood filled veins on his man flesh as it stoked in and out of my throat increased the wetness between my legs and my clit got harder. I wanted to reach between my legs and stroke it while I was sucking him but I refrained because I wanted to focus on pleasuring him. For me there was an erotic sense of power watching a man experience his orgasmic release that as a woman got me so hot that I could cum just from watching him. Kenney's eyes shot wide open and his breath caught in his throat when he felt my pinky finger slide stealthy into his asshole. "Ooooohhhhh!" At first I could tell by the expression on his face that he felt that this was wrong, no other woman had done this to him before I later found out. I stroked his prostate gland in the same rhythm as my mouth on his dick. He could stand just so much as he felt his orgasm building, starting at his balls and working its way up through his cock. He came hard and shot load upon load of cum into my throat. "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh!" he moaned as his cock continued to pump his cum down my mouth. I swallowed every precious drop because cum was a terrible thing to waste. I sensed his body slowly returning from his orgasmic release. That moment was the most arousing for me because it was when we've lost total control and our minds drifted to a higher plane. We were aware of our lover but we were totally in tune with our body too. I loved to see a man at the high of his release, knowing that I caused him to reach that release, sends me over the edge too. Then, I gradually released his semi-hard cock from the confines of my mouth placing one last loving kiss on the tip. I slid back up his body and reached over to grab my drink and took a sip. Then I kissed him on the lips and said, "Thank you. I've wanted to do that to you since my fourth swimming lesson." I attempted to get up but he grabbed me around the waist, turned me over, and positioned my back against the back of the love seat, and growled in my ear. "Where do you think you're going? I have plans for you, woman." The Unexpected Ch. 02 His hand slid down my waist to find the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down along with the thong to expose my dripping wet pussy. I lifted my hips to help him remove the last of my clothes. Keeping my back against the love seat, he slid up my body. The feeling of skin on skin was so hot and extremely arousing. The stubble from his chest hair against my highly erect nipples caused an electric shock that shot straight to my cunt. He cupped the back of my leg pulling it up and over his waist as he positioned his fully erect cock against the lips of my dripping wet cunt. His other hand pulled my shirt and shell up over my head and wrapped it around my wrists, binding me snugly but not too tight. Bending his head, he kissed a path down my neck and across my shoulder blades to one breast. His lips found my rock hard nipple. He captured it and swirled his tongue around the hard nub and then pulled on the erect tip, sucking and licking it. He ended by biting gently but firmly while sucking at the same time which made me moan with pleasure. God, I loved it when a man did this. It was as if he knew exactly what turned me on. While he repeated the same technique on my other breast, I tried to angle my hips in an effort to get his cock to slip inside of me, but he was not having that. He continued to tease me with slow back and forward circular movements of his dick against the lips of my honey pot while I tried my best to pull my hands free. I couldn't see his face but I sensed that he was smiling to himself as he kissed a path from my breast along my shoulder blade up my neck to my ear where he closed his lips around my earlobe and bit gently as he whispered in my ear, "Pay backs a bitch." I was panting and thrusting against him trying to get his cock inside of me because I wanted to feel him deep in my hole, stroking and pounding me to sexual release, but it was to no avail. At that moment I finally got my hands untangled. I grabbed his head and pulled him forward for a passionate kiss. My tongue was stabbing at his tongue. My lips were firmly rubbing against his lips, trying to show with my mouth what I wanted him to do to my cunt. All the time, I continued trying to angle and thrust my hips to get his hot meat in my wet cunt, but I couldn't get his dick inside of me because of my position on the love seat. I broke our passionate kiss and looked him straight in his eyes and growled at him, "Damnit, fuck me now." My hands cupped the back of his neck as I slowly slid them down his shoulder blades. My fingers raked down his spine to his buttocks pulling him closer to me. He laughed and positioned his cock against the lips of my pussy and slowly slid his hot meat into me one incredible inch at a time teasing me by pulling out slowly only to repeat the torture. I was panting and thrusting against his body. My hand and fingers gently but firmly racked up and down his back. My lips were pressed against his forehead and I moaned breathlessly, "Damnit, please fuck me, now!" He turned me, putting me underneath him on the love seat. He parted my legs placing his hand on the back of my knee and pulling my leg up higher as he angled his cock at the entrance of my cunt for deeper penetration. He began to slide in and out slowly and steadily. I closed my eyes and locked my hands around his neck, hunching down as he thrust up against me as we engaged in the dance of love. In and out with that circular motion of his hips drove me close to the edge, but I didn't want to cross into sexual release without him. His cock was so hard and fit my cunt perfectly. I could feel every ridge and ripple of his cock as it stroked the slick wet walls of my cunt. His cock was so hard, firm, and curved up against my G-spot, rubbing against the rippled walls perfectly while he fucked me with long firm stokes. I couldn't help but squeeze my vaginal walls around his cock in an effort to keep him firmly inside my hole. My hands caressed him from his ass to neck in time to our fucking. Then, I sensed him picking up the pace as his moves became firmer and harder while the walls of my cunt tingled with the sensations of orgasmic release. I knew I was not alone in this because he was moaning with me. As he slid inside me, the lips of my cunt folded in as he pulled out. I tightened my pussy muscles to grip his cock which made it feel like he was still inside me. The feeling was incredible, hot and horny, the only sounds in the room were our syncopated breathing and faint moans as we fucked. He continued fucking me in swiftly, out quickly while I squeezed tightly and released slowly at the same time. We were in prefect rhythm, and I couldn't tell where his body ended and my body began. All I knew was that at that moment my mind and body exploded simultaneously. I reached that higher plane but he was there with me. I could sense his presence. What was even more erotic was that at that moment my cunt exploded with my first ever vaginal orgasm. The walls of my vagina spasmed so hard that he shot two rapid loads of cum as I squirted vaginal juices all over his hot hard cock unloading inside me. This orgasm was so intense that I nearly passed out. I hung on to him because he was my life line as I returned to reality. It took a few minutes for us to find the breath to speak. Then we said at the time, "Oh my God what did you do to me?" Then we laughed and kissed. The Unexpected Ch. 02 Saturday was a whirlwind for Madison. Charles tried not to work this weekend, so he had two full days to spend with his daughter. They had breakfast together with several of his betas; spent some time discussing more trivia about pack life; and walked around to see more of the campus. He introduced her to the pack by bringing them all together for a quick meeting. Then throughout the rest of the day they met with smaller groups for a more personal introduction. There were at least fifty people in the pack and the ratio of male to female was skewed toward the male gender. No one said a word to Madison about the possibility of her being illegitimate, but it was clear by the glances and hushed tones of people talking that they doubted her. Who could blame them, Madison thought. She would have a hard time believing it if the roles were reversed. Hopefully the results came today, sooner rather than later. It was really nerve racking to wait. Dinner was served one of the large dining rooms in the main house. There were a dozen betas included and sitting around the lengthy table. Food was piled high, enough to feed an army. When Charles cleared his throat and stands up, the whole room goes quiet. He again introduces Madison and then pulls an envelope out of the breast pocket of his jacket. Holding the paper up in the air, he announced that the paternity test confirms that Madison is his daughter. The room bursts into applause while Madison silently breathes a sign of relief. After dinner most everyone sticks around to help clean up and mingle. Madison is standing next to Charles when Rome approaches. He asks for permission from the alpha to ask Madison out on a date. Charles grants him permission but reminds him that it is Madison's choice as to whether she accepts. Madison find Rome attractive, I mean who wouldn't want to worship a Roman God, yet she is hesitant to say yes. Dating has not been her friend in recent years. She decides that one date can't be bad, so she accepts for the next day. Charles cuts in to tell them that it will have to wait another day because he has plans for his daughter on Sunday. The plans for the next day required Madison and a group of the betas to get up and go down to the docks. Charles has planned a group outing which consists of taking a boat ride to his private island so they can have some fun and get to know one another. All the sleepyheads pile in the fifty foot yacht and find a comfortable spot to lounge around. Charles captains the vessel to the island. The day turns out to be quite perfect. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, but it is not overly hot. Wolves by nature are hot blooded, so warm weather really makes them sweat. They play guys against girls volleyball. Since the men outnumber the women, they have to rotate in and out while the girls play straight through without having subs. Madison has always been athletic so she is able to hold her own with the other women, but the men still win. The losers end up having to run into the cold water with all their clothes on, including shoes. After the game and playing around, they have a large barbeque. Madison finds herself surrounded by men as the other women are off in their own little cliché. Rome notices her observation and tells her that women tend to stay away from the men unless they are in heat. Usually this is because the men are cranky and irritable. He tells her that they are currently talking about how jealous they are that she is getting along with the guys. Then a rock flies by and hits Rome in the head. "Shut up Rome!" one of the ladies yell. Rome laughs as he feels the fresh wound bleeding on his cheek. Madison watches in awe as his skin quickly seals up and vanishes. She always had a good immune system and healed quicker than everyone else, but this was amazing. The sun started to set and Charles announced that it was time to pack up and return home. After the boat was reloaded and all passengers were on board, Madison asked Charles if she could take the wheel. Being more than pleased with her interest, Charles gladly turns over the helm to his daughter, the Navy EOD technician. Most of the crew is sleeping in the cabin while Madison steers the vessel. The sun has not fully set so there is a low level light shining across the water. This is her favorite time of day just before dusk when the world is settling in for the evening. Gazing off toward the horizon, Madison sees another boat not far off. Her keen hearing allows her to hear a woman aboard the other boat scream. She is not able to focus in on what the woman said, but she can tell that it was a distress call. She calls a lower ranked man to take over the helm. Before he has even put his hands on the wheel, Madison jumps ship. The man freaks out and yells out "Woman Overboard!" Charles is instantly there looking to see which idiot fell out of his boat. He is shocked to see Madison in the water and she is swimming away from the boat. "What happened? What did you say to her Alex?" Charles demands from the young man that is steering the boat. "Nothing sir, honest. She called me over and asked me to take the wheel for a second. The next thing I know, she dives overboard and starts swimming." Alex responds with a shaky voice. Charles again looks off at Madison and sees that she is headed in the direction of another ship. Not knowing what is going on, but trusting that his daughter would not just up and leave, Charles radios the U.S. Coast Guard. He focuses in on the other boat and can hear that there are several people arguing with each other. It sounds like a hostage situation. He relays this information to the USCG and they inform him that they have a boat nearby charting a course toward them. Every pack member on the boat is now watching Madison in action. She pulls herself up into the other boat and moves stealthily around the deck. She sneaks up behind a man who is standing on the bow alone. Tapping him on the shoulder, when he turns she punches him with a hard right knocking him unconscious. She pulls the deadweight toward the anchor locker and covers him with a tarp found folded up on the deck. Then Madison maneuvers herself around the starboard side and she slips into the cabin and out of site. Charles is listening intently since that is all he can do from his vantage point. He is not happy about his little girl risking her life but he realizes that this is what she does. The USCG finally shows up a few minutes later and then embark on the vessel. Most of the men head into the cabin while two circle round to the bow. There is a gunshot and a loud scuffle. Several people are yelling loudly and a woman screams. Charles doesn't think the scream was his Madison, but he focuses on trying to get to the other boat as quickly as possible. By the time he nears the other two boats, Charles sees Madison comes out of the cabin covered in blood. She appears to be walking under her own power, but he jumps on the boat and grabs her up. She insists that she is fine, but warns him that there is a large silver fishing dart sticking out of her right calf. He is careful to stay away from the silver as he gingerly moves her to his vessel. Two men are handcuffed and escorted to the USCG vessel while a third man, the one Madison knocked out, is carried aboard. The captain from the USCG yells over that he will be in touch with Madison to fulfill all his paperwork requirements. She may also be needed to testify if there is a trial. Madison nods as Charles guns the boat and they quickly depart. Everyone on board is a buzz. They are asking Madison about all the details about what happened and how she got shot and how she knew there was a problem. When they find out about her day job, some of them start asking about bombs and explosions and other things she has encountered. Madison tries to answers the questions, but she is losing a lot of blood and is getting very light headed. Charles has Madison in his arms as the boat approaches the dock. He jumps off before it is even tied off and runs Madison to the infirmary. Doc is prepared for her since Alex called ahead with the news. Madison is still conscious although barely. She is laid on her left side on top of the steel table. Doc takes some surgical pliers and pulls on the dart. It doesn't budge. Madison is gritting her teeth in pain. Charles asks her if she wants pain killers and she shakes her head. "Just get it out!" she grunts. "I'm trying to get it out but it is in there pretty solid." Doc replies. "If I pull it out, can you fix me then?" Madison asks impatiently. Doc tells Madison that if she can get the dart out of her leg, he can easily take care of the internal damage it has caused. Madison grabs the dart with anger and pulls it out of her leg while a large scream permeates the room. As soon as the dart is out, Madison passes out and drops the dart to the floor. A slight pinch wakes Madison and she opens her groggy eyes. In a chair beside the bed, Charles is sleeping. Madison gently nudges him and he smiles when he sees she is awake. "Hey there little warrior, how are you feeling?" Charles asks in a husky morning voice. "I've been better." Madison jokes. "Did Doc patch me up?" "Yes, he put quite a few stitches in your leg but said that you were healing as he worked. Looks like you did inherit a little something from me after all." He tells her proudly. "I have always healed pretty fast, well not as fast as I saw Rome heal the other day, but fast for humans. How long was I out?" Madison asks while pulling her leg out from under the covers to investigate the damage. "Just a few hours." Charles replies. He looks down at his watch. "It is 5AM now." "Oh." Madison says as she looks over the large bandage around her leg. She can't see anything without unwrapping it and she doesn't want to ruin the doctor's work. "You didn't have to spend the night here on that chair. I am sure your neck and back are killing you." "I don't mind. I wanted to make sure you weren't alone. Consider it makeup for all the years that I missed." Charles said and he squeezed her hand. "You were quite impressive yesterday. The whole campus is talking about what you did, including taking that dart out of your leg. Good thing you are not allergic to silver. That could have killed you." "Mom had me tested for every known allergy when I was younger. I didn't understand why at the time, but I still remember all the scratch marks up and down my arms and legs. I am officially not allergic to anything on this earth." Madison said. "Mind telling me what happened out there?" Charles asked with a slight bit of hesitation. "Three pirates were trying to hijack the vessel. They had bound and gagged the husband and were in the process of raping the wife. I got to one on the bow and took him out easily. The other two were slightly harder. I was able to get a few good hits in on both of them. I heard four bodies board the vessel and was hoping it was the USCG. Switching my focus on the meaner looking guy, I started pounding on him. That left me open. Before the USCG could get to the second guy, he had the dart gun in his hand and had fired it. It nearly pinned me to his partner. That would have been fun, eh?" Madison said. "Impressive. You are a remarkable young lady. Of course, if you ever do anything like that again, I will have to ground you to your room for life." Charles chuckled. Part of him was kidding, but the other part was serious. He did not like watching her writhe in pain when the dart was in her leg. His wolf nearly came out and killed everyone in the room around her, but no one would ever tell her that. Doc came in and checked on his human patient. He was pleased with her progress and agreed that she could leave the infirmary. Charles carried his little girl up to her room and made sure she was all situated and comfortable. She refused any pain killers but agreed to stay in her bed until Charles' business day was over or call someone if she needed anything. After work Charles went back to Madison's room. She was sitting up reading one of the wolf history books. Her coloring looked much better and she said that she was feeling better too. Charles asked if she felt up for having dinner with the gang. Madison told him she would do anything to get out the room because she was going stir crazy. At dinner time, all the betas made a point to swing by and say a few words to Madison. Some wished her health and some congratulated her. Most of them just wanted to see how she was feeling. Both Madison and Charles appreciated the efforts and sentiments. Sometime during that night, Madison wakes up and decides she is still hungry. She considers calling someone for help but decides that she can do it on her own. She hops down the stairs and makes it as far as the living room where she collapses on the couch to take a break. While resting, she flips on the television and ends up watching the movie "Commando", one of her favorites. It is an action flick, so she mutes it to avoid disturbing anyone. Rome is coming back from a run and sees Madison on the couch. He asks if he can join her but then teases her when he realizes there is no sound. He assures her that the bedrooms in the main house are far enough away that no one will be bothered. Plus, most of the betas are out hunting so that leaves very few people actually in the house. When the movie is over, both get up to leave. Rome offers to help, but Madison's pride won't allow it. He heads off to his bed as she hobbles off to the kitchen and finds a popsicle. She has not had such a treat in months since she has been on active duty with the Navy. Also coming back from the run, Aaron finds Madison in the kitchen and reprimands her for not seeking help. The alpha will skin someone if he sees her. Aaron insists on helping her return upstairs to bed, but again her stubbornness won't allow it. She hops up one step at a time with Aaron following behind her trying not to laugh. After the first flight of stairs, Madison finally concedes and allows Aaron to carry her up to her room. When they reach her door, she tells Aaron that he can put her down and she can make it from there. He ignores her and proceeds to enter her suite. She needs to change her bandages so she asks for him to take her to the bathroom. He sets her on the counter and grabs the first aid kit. She lets him change the wrap on her leg. It is still oozing blood from the stitches and is still swollen. Once the wound has been cleaned and rewrapped, Aaron lifts Madison to take her to bed. She insists that he not put her on the bed because she does not want her wound to ruin the sheets. Aaron sees that on the far side between the bed and the wall, Madison has set up a make-shift bed on the floor. He is not happy but agrees to set her down on the floor. Aaron is surprised to see that Madison is not taking advantage of her new found father's fortune. When she showed up everyone thought she was just seeking his wealth. Even after the blood test confirmed her as the daughter of Charles Chase, everyone including Aaron, believed she only showed up to take her inheritance. The Unexpected Ch. 03 Kenney picked me up and took me to his bed. "Oh my God, the one place I've wanted to be for weeks now!" I thought. We kissed and he lay me on the bed. I slid over to make room for him. Kenney takes me in his arms again and I lay my head on his chest as we fall sleep. The next morning I woke up to find that Kenney was not in bed with me. I got up and found one of his T-shirts at the foot of his bed. I pulled it on and went to the bathroom. I freshened up and decided to go in search of my lover for another session of sex. I found Kenney in just his boxers sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee sitting next to his elbow. I walked over to him and leaned down to kiss him. He kissed me back and I said, "Good morning, how are you?" "Great" Kenney said between mouth fulls of food. There was that sexy smile again. I picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip before setting it back down. Then I walked behind him as he continued to eat and put my hands around his neck sliding them down his chest slowly. My lips rested against his ear and I kissed and gently bit his ear lobe. "I did not come in here to watch you eat cereal for breakfast. I came to have you for breakfast," I said. Kenney put down the nearly empty bowl of cereal, and turning he pulled me into his arms. Slowly sliding his hands underneath the shirt, he pulled it up exposing my breasts. My nipples were erect and he lightly traced them with his finger tips followed by his lips. Kenney took my right breast in his mouth and sucked on it as my fingers raked through his hair pulling his head closer. I loved the feel of his tongue running over my engorged tip. I moaned my pleasure at his oral homage to my breast, but I wanted my breakfast, and while being devoured by Kenney was so very hot, I reluctantly broke our embrace. "I said I came for my breakfast." I kneel down between Kenney's legs, running my hand slowly up his legs as I bent forward to grab the elastic band of his shorts with my teeth, pulling them down slowly revealing his rock hard cock. God there was just something about that morning boner. My hands grabbed the hem of Kenney's boxers, pulling them off the rest of the way. As my lips rubbed against his cock head, my tongue flicked back and forth at the slit where drops of pre-cum glistened on the tulip shaped head. I moaned as I licked slowly around the head as one hand lightly caressed his balls that had tightened as they filled with cock juice. Ken stretched his legs out as one of his hands grasped the back of my head, pulling my head down as I opened my mouth to swallow his cock into my warm wet orifice. I continued allowing him to feed his hot member into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat invoking my gag reflex. I backed off and slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth as my hand lightly stroked and pulled at his nut sac. Kenney's hand was still on the back of my head guiding my mouth up and down his cock as my mouth and tongue fucked his cock. Slowly in, down, down, until it hit the back of my throat. I continued mouth fucking his cock enjoying the feeling of his body tensing up as he got closer to his orgasmic release. I took his cock out of my mouth and slapped it lightly against my lips and face. Then I ran my tongue up and down the length, sucking and coating it with my saliva as I slid it back inside of my mouth. He leaned up and looked down at me. I looked him directly in the eye as I slowly swallowed every inch of his rock hard cock. I could feel every ridge and smooth firm skin as it slid into my mouth to the back of my throat. His head fell back on the table as his hands gripped my head and pulled my head up and down on his cock. I knew that he was getting closer to his release because I felt his thigh muscles tense up. I just held my mouth open and let him fuck my mouth with his cock. I knew my lover was going to shoot a big load of his cock juice into my mouth. My mouth watered at the prospect of tasting that creamy salty liquid. Then it happened his hand clamped down my head as he arched up, and his body exploded with cum. "Hmmmm," I moaned as I swallowed his first squirt which was followed by another and another. I swallowed every drop and milked every last drop of his nectar. I got up, looking down at him. His eyes were closed, breathing heavy trying to catch his breath. I took another sip of his coffee. "Thank you for breakfast. I'm going to take a shower and dress. I lean over and kissed him, and then walked out, heading to the shower. I picked up my discarded clothes from the night before and headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, stepped in, and began to take a quick shower. Suddenly the shower curtain opened and Kenney stepped in with a sexy grin and nothing else. I knew this day was going to get better...