Contract Bride
Ayn Amorelli
ISBN 0-9774682-6-7

Spicy Contemporary Romance
276 paperback pages
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Fallen Angel Reviews

Ayn Amorelli has written a great love story in the Contract Bride. She has told the story of child abuse and the love of two older people having a child late in life and what it can do to the children in adult life. I was moved with Bob’s life story and how he tells Kayla about it. Kayla’s life was different but still she had verbal abuse and lack of trust in her childhood. Ms. Amorelli is very talented in the way she tells the story and brings two misfits together to make a bargain. Contract Bride is a fast pace and very moving book. You will continue to read until it is finished. The sex scenes are very hot and sometimes very moving. You will fall in love with the hero and heroine and hope they can work things out and stay together. Thank You Ms. Amorelli, for a fantastic read.

Sensual Reads

Contract Bride is a good story about a man overcoming his past and confronting his future. Ayn Amorelli brings hope to the reader. Love is not easy to come by and I loved the complexities in this story.

Red Roses For Authors

Is it possible that what began as a contract marriage can turn into something worthwhile? Look out for some twists and turns! This is a book for over eighteens and is a strong, pacy read with a satisfactory ending. 4.5 red roses, but only for those who like strong sexual scenes.

Chapter Three

Kayla felt numb and disoriented, looking from Bob to the check, then back again. Was he insane? There was no way a rationally thinking stranger would want her, her, of all people, to have his baby…by the end of December. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that was only nine months away, and sometimes it took years, not just months for a woman to conceive. Add to that another nine months for her to deliver and God alone knew how long it all would take. "Do you want me to promise something like that? Because if you do, I'm sorry. I won't do it. I can't. I'm not going to make a promise I can't keep."

"I think you can do it if we get started right away. I know it's awfully soon. But we've got to at least try."

Sensing she needed a little more enticement, Bob put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently as he looked deep into her eyes as if she was the only woman on earth. "When our baby's born, you'll get all that money deposited to whatever bank you choose. That's a lot of money for such easy work. And I'll cover all doctor and hospital bills connected with the baby's birth too, since you'll be my legal and faithful wife, living here with me. Then, after the baby's born, you'll give me a divorce, keep custody of the kid, and we'll go our separate ways with me continuing to pay all your living expenses and that of our child until he's out of college, which of course, he'll attend."

Kayla's mind was spinning so fast she was dizzy. Was this really happening? To her? She'd never been lucky before. She had never won anything in her life. And now, here she was getting a check for ten thousand dollars from a man she hadn't known existed a couple of hours ago. She should've been asking questions. She should've been suspicious, or at least cautious. But…accepting this check would keep away the very real fear of being homeless and out on the street, being at the mercy of God only knew what nut, and having to walk the streets constantly to keep from being arrested for vagrancy. With her parents dead, no sisters or brothers to rely on, no family whatsoever and friends who'd moved so long ago she'd forgotten their addresses, she was terrified.

Bob could almost see the wheels whirling in her mind. Was she really that desperate for money? Her eyes were huge as she stared at the damn check. Her face was pale. And she was shaking like a leaf. Reminding him… of that little baby bird he'd taken care of a few months ago.

In her own way, Kayla was just as helpless. Just as frightened. Could he nurture her to help her reach her full potential? Would she let him? Or would she resist? It would take a lot of patience, which he wasn't sure he had. And people were a lot more complex than birds. But still…he wanted to try.

He put his arm around her shoulders, gently rubbing flesh, as soft as silk. He sniffed her neck. Her perfume was alluring too. It was a subtle floral scent but just as potent in its own way as some of the stronger perfumes some women wore.

He hated like hell to rush her at such a time. Damn Hortense to hell! But then, if it hadn't been for her will, he'd never have met Kayla and never would have had the chance to help her. There was no such thing as coincidence. He firmly believed that everything that occurred happened for a specific reason.

"Considering the fact there's so little time," he murmured, running his hand a few inches up her thigh, "that means we'll have sex at all hours, so I need to know if there's anyone who'd object to our relationship. Even though it'll be strictly business between us, another man in your life would complicate matters. Few men would understand the nature of such an arrangement."

"Is this really on the level? You're willing to pay me this much money?"

"Absolutely. If you agree."

"There's no one," she admitted, still reeling from shock, sitting back, trying to make sense of out what seemed like a miracle. "I don't have a boyfriend or even anyone I date on a regular basis." Never in her wildest dreams, had she expected this. She wouldn't get kicked out of her apartment now. She could pay several months in advance, pay off her car and credit and charge cards, and still have plenty left over.

Before she could think of any objections, Bob pinned her to the couch with his weight pressed against her and kissed her softly, slowly tasting her lipstick, deeply inhaling her clean, gin-scented breath. "What do you say?" he whispered, kissing her again, running his hand softly over her bare breast, cupping it and teasing her responsive, peaking nipple with a feathery light touch. "Do we have a deal?"

Feeling a piercing thrill shoot right through her, Kayla nodded, not trusting her voice enough to speak. Not only had all her financial problems been solved, the man of her dreams was kissing her again, making her feel loved, caressing first one breast, then the other, arousing feelings in her she'd thought had died. It had been so long since she'd allowed a man to get close to her. She'd been so intent trying to make it on her own, she'd rarely dated, much less let a man get this close. Forgetting about the checks, she dropped them and wound her arms around his neck.

"I'll take that as a `yes,'" he murmured, kissing her soft lips again. "I know it's a lot to absorb, but everything will be fine." Hugging her tightly, he felt the crush of her firm breasts against his chest as she kissed him with surprising fervor, exploring his taste with her flicking tongue.

Letting him spread her legs, she watched him slide down between them, running his hands over her back. He pulled her toward him and sucked her nipples gently, laving each in turn with his tongue. Spiraling out of control, she was lost in the wonderful haze of being made love to by an expert. Whatever else he was or wasn't, this man knew his way around a woman's body. And all he asked what that she submit to him in this wonderful way? How could she possibly refuse?

Bob glanced up at her heavily lidded eyes. They were huge. He kissed her nipples again. Both were peaked into hard little buds. He hid his smile and quickly crossed his hands over his chest, jerking off his shirt with record speed. As innocent as she looked, she had fire in her. Soon, very soon, she'd be ready for him to brand her as his by fucking the hell out of her. Once she did that, she'd be reluctant, he knew, to pull out of the deal, even if later on she was so inclined.

Stroking her thigh just above her garter, he edged his fingers into her black panties and stroked the growing, pulsating nub between her legs. Predictably, it was slick, her cum spreading over his fingers, engulfing them. Even if she did have some loser somewhere that she thought she loved, he hadn't been taking care of her. As wet as she was, as needy, it was clear she hadn't had sex in a good, long while.

Taking gentle hold of her waist, he squeezed it, kissing her breasts again, sucking and blowing, then kissing her collarbone and her creamy shoulders as he pulled her down on the floor beside him. "It's okay, baby," he murmured huskily, bracing himself on one hand, looming over her as he took firm hold of her ridiculous skirt and with one knee holding it in place, ripped it off her little hips. "Relax. I'm going to take very good care of you."

"Entwining her arms around his neck, Kayla arched her back, wanting to feel that thick mat of dark hair against her. She wanted him more than she'd wanted anything before in her life.

Leaning more heavily down on her, kissing her thoroughly again, he jerked off her panties, then his jeans as she squirmed against him. Instinctively, she positioned her body to his, her breasts teasing his nipples, her enlarged nub nuzzling the sensitive tip of his penis which was stiff and pulsating against her as it popped out of his shorts, causing him to nearly lose control right then and there.

Gently taking hold of her hands, disengaging them from his neck, he gently, but firmly pushed them over her head, causing her breasts to surge out to his warm, welcoming lips, as his penis surged deeply into her, to hell with his shorts. Why not? He'd done it all ways, in all states of dress and undress. Her little ass was so tight and so wet, it quickly clamped down around him, squeezing so hard, he was powerless to do anything but give her what they both wanted.

Bracing himself on his hands, he pumped slowly, his penis sliding in deeply, holding it as she squeezed, then edging back out, going in quickly again. Although his intention had been to bring her to the brink, then pause several times before going for the climax, his penis had other plans, and kept pumping her for all he was worth. He'd had experienced women before, but Kayla was different. Arching her back repeatedly, spreading her legs wider to give him access to deep inside her, she apparently needed all of him inside her, pillaging her, touching her in places which had been, judging from her response, too long ignored. Who was he to refuse? He'd always been a sucker for an attractive woman with firm breasts. At the moment, he'd have given her anything in the world she asked for.

He sweated heavily as he pumped. The sweet aroma of his sperm and her cum mingling, wafted around them as he continued fucking her faster and faster, losing control, reveling in it.

Despite her youth and relative inexperience, she was the best lay he'd had in years.

Then he lost it completely, pumping her hard. Pumping her fast. Banging those hips of hers hard, grounding them into the floor and surging down against her so forcefully, she slid up a couple of inches. But Bob was equal to the task of following her. Pushing down on her with his chest, he pinned her body tightly under his, plunging into her again and again. To hell with being a gentleman about it. His penis was in charge now. As it surged in faster and faster, harder and harder, Bob gave in completely to the earth-shattering climax which was better than anything he'd had in a long time

* * * *

Kayla bolted straight up, startled out of a deep sleep by a rip-roaring snort directly into her ear. Taking a few calming breaths to get her speeding heart under control, she turned her head, trying to focus her bleary eyes. Dear God! A strange man was sleeping beside her! And except for wearing a pair of shorts, with his penis sticking out, he was nude! And she was dressed strangely too, wearing nothing but black silk stockings!

Jumping up, she shook her head, trying to clear the mental cobwebs. Now she remembered. She'd started a new job as a topless maid…and Bob McKnight owned this house, which she'd been starting to clean until he'd diverted her attention by giving her two checks as an advance for…damn! She'd been tricked! All that talk about marriage and babies and money had been a ploy to get her to have sex with him. She'd been so dazzled by it and the man's kissing skills, she'd done exactly what he'd wanted…she'd slept with him. Hopefully, he wouldn't tell Mr. Griffin about it, but then the way her luck had been going lately, he just might, and she might get fired as a result. Damn! She had to get out of there, she had to think.

Remembering him putting her coat into a closet, she strode to it and jerked it off its hanger. Then she stilled. Dear God! She'd had sex? But she wasn't on birth control pills. She hadn't been for two years now, ever since she'd broken up with Harvey Anderson back home. What if she'd gotten pregnant just now? By a man she'd just met who had one of the most original lines she'd ever heard?

With shaking fingers she buttoned her coat up to her neck. But where had she put her keys? Feeling her panic building, she frantically searched her pockets, turning them inside out. Dear God, had she locked them in her car? Again? That made the second time this week.

Nervously smoothing her hair, she crouched down and touched Mr. McKnight's warm shoulder. "Are you awake? There's some things we need to talk about."

She sat back, waiting expectantly. But he didn't move a muscle.

Leaning closer to him, she tried again. "Mr. McKnight, please wake up. We have to talk!" Taking hold of his arm, she shook him as hard as she could. "Mr. McKnight!"

Jolted awake by a woman's anxious voice and relentless shoving, Bob slowly opened his eyes. Then he smiled, remembering her and their lucrative deal. This was the woman he'd chosen to marry and to be the mother of his child. Unfortunately, his new bride-to-be didn't seem all that pleased.

Running his eyes over her, he wasn't too pleased himself. "Call me Bob," he chided, sitting up, raising his arms high over his head, stretching. "Might as well be on a first name basis. And take off that ridiculous coat."

"What I'm wearing is the least of our worries! We've got some big problems here." She swallowed visibly. "I know I'm to blame! I shouldn't have gone to bed with you. I don't make a habit of sleeping with men I don't know. I just got carried away by the moment."

"Fine. So what's your point?"

"My point? My point is I hope you don't tell Mr. Griffin what we did. This is my first assignment for him and I really need this job."

Had she forgotten she was working for him now? There was no way he'd let her work for George too.

"Another thing," she blurted, his silence worrying her. "I really should've told you before we did anything. I … we … I'm not on birth control pills. But don't worry. If something happens, it's not your problem. I just thought you should know…just in case."

Bob suppressed his grin. She wasn't on birth control pills? That was great news. But unfortunately Kayla looked close to tears. Didn't she remember part of their arrangement was for her to get pregnant as soon as possible?

"Don't you understand? You—"

"Not really, no. I don't," he interrupted her. "I don't see any problems other than you wearing that god-awful coat. You have no idea how strange you look in it. It's not cold in here." He winced, his stiff muscles protesting the movement as he reached for his jeans. Next time, they'd screw in his bed or on the couch, not the damn floor.

"But—"

"You do remember me giving you that check for ten grand, don't you? And about my needing a wife and her getting pregnant? Does any of that ring a bell?"

"Of course it does," she said watching him get dressed. He had a great body. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. "How could I forget? But I also know a line when I hear it." She smiled wistfully. "It's a great one though. Very original."

"Original, hell. What I told you is the truth." He rotated his shoulders, trying to get the unaccustomed kinks out. "From here on though, we'll fuck on something soft."

"Surely you don't mean this thing's on the level? It's not just a line?"

"That all depends on whether you take off that damn coat or not. If you insist on wearing it all the time, the deal's off."

She hesitated, then started unbuttoning the dang thing. "How much time do I get to decide?" she asked, following him out to the kitchen. "I realize you want my decision quickly, but you'll give me a few days to think about it, won't you?"

He laughed. "By going to bed with me, you already gave me your decision. You've got to give birth by the end of this year. We don't have time to waste and play games."

"But you haven't proposed. And I need time to plan a wedding."

"I'm not going to propose, Kayla. We have a business arrangement, nothing more. As for the wedding ceremony, that's no big deal," he shrugged, measuring out coffee grinds and pouring water in the pot, "We'll work it in soon, after one of my daily meetings with my new clients. We'll go to a justice of the peace downtown and say our vows. The important thing's getting you knocked up, and the most efficient way to insure that is getting you moved in right away. How much stuff do you have? Do you think we can get it in one trip using both cars?"

Kayla's heart sank. All her life she'd been dreaming about a big church wedding. "Dammit! What about love? What about—?"

Taking hold of her shoulders, Bob jerked her damn coat off. "First things first. I'm burning this," he said, holding it high, keeping it out of her reach. "Second, your job description is fucking me, getting pregnant, marrying me, then giving me an uncontested divorce after the kid's born. Mine's giving you and our future kid my last name and fucking you. Love doesn't enter into it."

"But, marriage is a big step," she hissed, jumping up, trying to swipe her expensive coat out of his hands..

Raising her coat high overhead, Bob watched her breasts jiggle as she jumped again, trying in vain to get her stupid coat. They needed to get her moved in tonight. A single girl who lived in an apartment shouldn't have much, he reasoned. Unfortunately, his penis was fully erect, watching those bare breasts shake again as she jumped. But what the hell? They had plenty of time. The night was still young. Chances were it wouldn't take more than a couple of trips at the most to get her stuff. "I'll give this to you after you give me something I want," he murmured.

Kayla stilled. She didn't like the look in his eyes. The way he was staring at her breasts instead of her face, unnerved her. His green eyes had darkened and glittered like emeralds. And the planes of his handsome face had hardened.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked, backing away.

Tossing her coat over his head in back of him, he grabbed her waist as she ran for it. "These," he softly growled, pulling her close, rubbing his face on her breasts, kissing them, licking them, nibbling her nipples which were hardening quickly. "You give me these every time I want, and we'll get along fine."

Before she could protest, Bob seared her lips with his own, his tongue darting and exploring every inch of her mouth. It differed from his earlier kisses, she realized as he picked her up bodily with one hand, letting her feet dangle several inches above the floor, cradling her skull with the other, keeping his lips on hers. This kiss was forceful to the point of being harsh and much more possessive than his earlier ones. She wasn't afraid of him. Exactly. But his change took her by surprise as he pinned her against the wall, keeping her body in place with his weight.

"Put your arms tighter around my neck and your legs around my waist, sweetheart," he whispered, coming up for air and unzipping his pants. "I can't wait any longer."

Dear God! He wanted sex standing up? She'd never done it like this before.

"Do what I said, Kayla. Now!"

Hesitating for another few seconds, she finally put one leg around him. "Don't let me fall," she pleaded as she felt his hand on her bottom, steadying her as she wrapped her other leg around him, holding on for dear life. Sex was supposed to be fun. This way, it wasn't. Not only did it feel strange, it was awkward as hell.

Feeling his other hand slide between them, guiding his penis inside her, she wobbled precariously until he put his other hand on the other side of her bare ass, pushing her closer against him.

His penis slid in deep. "Comfortable?" he asked, glancing down into her eyes.

What did he expect her to say? No? She nodded, hoping her fear of falling wasn't apparent.

"Relax," he murmured, his penis starting to move more inside of her, setting up a rhythm. "Sex is great, no matter where or how you have it."

Did he really believe that? she wondered, still holding on tight.

But as he continued moving, teasing her clitoris by pushing his penis deep inside her, stopping, then continuing, her fears started to vanish as her body began to respond. This way of having sex would take time to get used to, she decided. As he started pumping her faster though, rubbing her slick clitoris harder, she found herself concentrating on his movement and forgetting her fears. This way of being fucked wasn't half bad. In fact, it felt pretty damn fantastic.

Feeling his hips slam repeatedly into hers, her body took over and her ability to think vanished. All that mattered now was getting that intense release they both craved.