Romance: Luther's Property (50 page)

Leila walked down the aisle in Bob’s arm. Susan had
gracefully agreed to loan Leila her husband to walk her down the aisle. Through
her veil she smiled at familiar faces of people she had worked with and friends
from California. Most of the crowd though was made up of Jack’s huge family.

She thought of her parents and wished that they were here.
Her father would have been so proud to walk her down the aisle. As for her
mother, Leila knew she would have been in tears throughout and missed the whole
ceremony. Feeling low, she pushed the memories of her parents to the side with
the comforting thought that they were watching her from heaven.

She admired the Christmas decorations on the sides of the
church pews. It was crazy getting married on Christmas day but it had been the
only time where all Jack’s relatives would be gathered in the same place. For
Leila it was perfect. The perfect Christmas.
 
The perfect Christmas present and one she always cherish.

Finally she got close to the altar and she looked at Jack.
He looked stunning in a white tuxedo and so did Aaron, his best man. Susan was
Leila’s maid of honor and Helen, Jack’s sister was a bridesmaid too. As she
passed his parents, they smiled at her warmly and she returned the smile. They
were good decent people and she felt honored to be part of the family and to be
accepted by them.

Jack took her hand from Bob’s and his eyes told her exactly
what he felt about her. Leila had never thought that this day would come. After
that disastrous dinner at Jack’s parent’s house, they had returned to the house
where Clarissa had gone on to throw tantrums and issue more threats. Jack had
stood his ground and when she realized that he would not back down, she had
flounced upstairs, packed her bags ad announced that she was leaving. She had
waited at the door for Jack to go after her and when she realized he had meant
it, she had left but not before giving Leila one last nasty look.

Leila just felt sympathy for her. She seriously doubted her
claims and women like Clarissa could not be trusted. Whichever way it turned
out, Leila had dealt with it in her mind. Of course she would have loved to be
the one to give Jack a child. In the meantime if Clarissa allowed she would be
happy to play a part in the baby’s life.

They had not heard a peep from her since then, though Leila
knew she would talk when the baby came. She and Jack had spoken about the issue
at length. Leila had told him that she had no problem with the baby being part
of their lives. In fact she preferred the child to grow up knowing his father.
Jack had turned to her in relief, happy that she was willing to have the child
in their house.

The preacher went through the ceremony and then at last,
they said their vows. Facing Jack, Leila gave a silent murmur of thanks. She
was glad that she had signed up for the online mail order bride agency. Who
knew how fate worked or anything really, she was glad that she and Jack had
found each other.

She said her vows and slipped the ring onto his finger. She
had promised herself that she would not cry but now she found her eyes filling
up. Jack reached out to her and wiped her cheeks with his hand, gently rubbing
the tears away. He looked as though he was in tears too.

Jack repeated his vows and the preacher declared them man
and wife. He invited Jack to kiss his bride. Leila winked at him. They had
practiced the previous night and each time Jack kissed her she had erupted into
giggle and pushed him away.

‘You can’t kiss like that in church and in front of people
Jack. Let’s do it properly,’ Leila had told him.

Again he had kissed her with so much passion that they had
ended up in bed. Jack winked back at her and Leila stifled a giggle. He brought
his mouth to hers and gave her a soft lingering kiss that left her in no doubt
how he felt, but it wasn’t too much as to make Leila uncomfortable.

‘Mr. and Mrs. Farley, ladies and gentlemen,’ the preacher’s
voice boomed and Leila grinned at Jack and squeezed his hand.

As they walked out into the Texan sunshine, Leila felt at
peace and sure in the knowledge that they would face whatever lay ahead as long
as they were together.

By: Samantha Connors

Dominated by the Outlaw Biker

© Samantha Connors, 2016 – All rights reserved

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“I’m glad you finally got your head out of your ass,” Glenn,
Austin’s slick talking, slick haired, agent, said. “There’s only so long that you
can play the field.”

“Is that right?” Austin said skeptically.

As the wedding drew closer, he could feel his entire body
filling with doubts. Was he really making the right decision? Was he doing this
for the right reasons? Those were the questions that had swirled around his
head for the last several days, weeks, months.

So many people had pushed him into it, at least that's how
he felt at the time. Everyone in his life had said that getting married would
be the best thing for his career and for his life outside of football. It was
time to settle down. That's what they’d said. Time to finally grow up, leave
his bad boy, playboy ways behind. He was sick of hearing it.

“Listen, I'm not going to lie to you,” Glen said.

Austin frowned and groaned. He hated when people said things
like that. In his experience, “I'm not going to lie to you,” was always
followed by a lie.

“Don't give me that look,” Glenn said. “It’s not like you’re
going to jail or anything. You're getting married to a beautiful…”Glenn's voice
trailed off and he turned his eyes away.

A wry smile formed on Austin’s lips. Yeah, he's not sure
what she is either, he thought. Every week it seemed like she was launching
herself into some new creative career: modeling, acting, photography, dance. She’d
dabbled in all of them, flitting her wings from one project to the next,
leaving all of them half finished, quickly losing her enthusiasm once she
realized how hard she would have to work. That's how it had always been with
her. Hard work, sacrifice, dedication, and commitment just weren't in her
blood.

She’d been spoiled, too damn spoiled, all her life. Parents,
boyfriends, sugar daddies, everyone seemed to beg and bow before her. It was
hard to blame them. There was something about the way she carried herself, head
held high, long blonde hair flowing down her back, emerald green eyes,
confident, imperious, alluring. She was a stunner. No question about that. The
kind of woman that oozed sexual energy, especially those eyes and those full,
pulpy lips. For all of her flaws, and they were certainly legion, Austin had to
admit that he still found her incredibly sexy. Whenever he thought about
calling off the marriage and moving on with his life, the image of her large
pink nippled tits spilling out of her lingerie, as she sauntered around the
house in the a.m., surged into his mind.

Could she even be trusted to cook, clean, and maintain the
fort while he was at practice, working his ass off, grinding to the bone,
either on the field or in the film room? Nope. It didn't take long for Austin
to figure out that there was no way that he'd ever be able to trust her to do
those basic traditional wifely duties.

His mother and grandmother had both been strong-willed women
who weren't afraid to speak their minds. Neither one would hesitate to put a
man in his proper place if he dared step out of line. But despite their strong
wills, they never raised any objection to fulfilling a woman’s more traditional
role when that was called for.

“She's out of town,” Austin said. “Another acting role.”

There was a tinge, or maybe even a little bit more than a
tinge, of bitterness and sarcasm in Austin's voice.

It wasn't that he wanted to control her, make her submit to
his will, stay in the house all day baking cookies. Nope, he wasn't that sort
of guy –jealous, weak, and insecure, constantly worrying about where his woman
was and what she was doing. He didn't have any problem giving her the space she
needed to be herself. He just wished that there was a bit more balance in her.

He wished that she was one of those women who took pride in
how well they performed duties around the house, as well as their career
ambitions and accomplishments. He’d hope that the prospect of marriage and
starting a family would help Tanya slow down her fast Lane lifestyle, just a
little bit. If she did, then it would make it easier for him to finally break
away from his own wild, over the top ways. Everything he did made the news, the
blogs, the podcasts, trended on twitter, and became a hot topic on everyone's
burning tongue. He’d always loved the attention, the fame, the adoration, and
of course the girls. Girls, girls, girls. They were always around, always
offering, tempting, promising so much with their lust filled eyes.

“I saw the last movie she was in,” Glen said, looking up and
away from Austin's piercing eyes as if he were searching for an answer on the
ceiling. “What was it called…you know the one I'm talking about.”

Austin couldn't remember the name of the film either. There
was nothing memorable about it, absolutely nothing, except for how amateurish
the whole thing seemed. He couldn't remember the name, nobody could, but he had
no problem remembering how enthusiastic Tanya had been when she came home with
the reel. She wasn't onscreen along, barely had two lines of dialogue, but the
director had made sure that she would be half-naked for the duration of the
cameo.

Austin was past the point where he would bother to get angry
or annoyed about that kind of stuff. He’d always known that she had a touch of
sluttiness in her. He knew that from the moment he laid eyes on her. He could
see it in the way she moved her hips, could hear it in her sultry southern
voice. He couldn't help himself. He'd always been attracted to those types of
women. The wrong types. That's what his mother had always told him. He loved
his mother but never spent much time listening to her dating advice.

He'd always been attracted to women who vibrated with a
wild, unbridled feminine energy, the type of woman who would scream, kick, hurl
objects and insults, and then fuck your brains out. It was common knowledge:
crazy women had the best pussy. And that's why they could get away with
unpredictable, erratic behavior. They were the kind of women that men would try
to break away from, only to be dragged back between their magical thighs by the
undeniable power of the pussy. They were the worst and the best. They were the
bane of his existence. They were also the only type of women that seem capable
of holding his attention.

“I don’t remember what it was called either,” Austin said.
“But don't worry about it. By this time, she's probably forgotten the name
too.”

“Austin, you’re becoming a little too cynical,” Glen said.
“That’s not good for your image I'm afraid. The fans want you to smile and
succeed. No sweat on the brow. Cool as ice. That's what they want. The fans and
the sponsors.”

That word sponsors always got a rise out of Austin. He
didn't need the fucking money. Not one dime of it. He hated all that image
stuff. He was sick of having to worry about his image. He just wanted to be
free.

He could feel the desire for a road trip welling up inside.
Maybe he needed to get out on the open road. He was sick of having to walk
around on eggshells, like the next wild stunt he pulled would bring his whole
career crashing down, even though that was certainly a possibility. He couldn’t
continue getting into trouble and relying on other people to drag him to
safety. He'd already done that one time too many.

“You guys are going to be a power couple,” Glen said. “I'm
sure of that.”

Austin was relieved when the meeting with his agent was
finally over. Everyone in his life seemed to be saying the same thing. There
was only so much that he was going to be able to tolerate.

He spent the rest of the day at the practice facility,
attending team meetings and watching a ton of film for the next game.

He hadn’t heard from Tanya all day. He’d sent her several
texts and hadn’t yet received a response. Not a word. It shouldn't have
bothered him, at least that's what he tried to tell himself. But it wasn't
true. All throughout the film session, he’d been checking his phone, expecting
to hear from her at any moment. He was her freaking fiancé. Maybe he was
getting a bit of his own medicine. Over the years, he hadn’t been the nicest in
his dealings with women, ignoring them, getting on with his hectic, hedonistic
life, pretending as if they didn't exist, until of course he needed something,
wanted something from them again. When Austin got home that night, his two pit
bulls greeted him enthusiastically, barking, wagging their tails frantically,
and jumping up on him.

He smiled and petted them. He didn't know what he would do
if those dogs weren’t in his life. Their love, their enthusiasm, their
dedication, their commitment was unconditional. They would never betray him.
That was foreign to their nature. They were the exact opposite of the women
that he constantly found himself entangled with.

Austin pumped his fists in the air. He still had his
strength, his mojo, his fighting, warrior spirit.

Actually, he'd already started doing that, investing in real
estate in the Southwest. This was another source of tension between him and
Tanya. He would have preferred that she limit her modeling and acting and focus
on growing his business. But she didn't have the discipline to sit down and
work all day.

After struggling in his first few years in the league, most
people had given up on the notion that he would ever be successful. So many
people had ridden his coattails for so long, kept their hands out and their
mouths open, always willing to receive something.

Austin didn't know where his career was going. He had no
idea. Just a couple of years ago everything had seemed so clear to him. He was
going to be a top draft pick. Number one overall. He was going to be the star
of that night at Radio Music Hall in the heart of Manhattan. His 6 foot five,
muscular frame, and perfectly tailored suit, caught all the eyes.

There was an energy, a charisma that just seemed to emanate
from him. He was the type of guy that made women swoon and made men red in the
face with jealousy and envy.

That's who he was. The big man on campus. He'd always been
that. It was his daddy, Big Daddy Daniels, oil tycoon, billionaire, mogul, who
had given him that confidence and swagger. And unfortunately, for Johnny, his
daddy had also passed on a few vices as well. Drinking and women. And on some
occasions he would mix and mingle with some harder stuff.

In college, he’d been able to cover it up. He’d been able to
get by on talent alone. He wouldn’t think twice about staying out all night the
day before a big game. And there was no bigger game than the one against
Alabama. He was up till four in the morning, woke up a few hours before the
game with two naked women laying in his bed, their legs and arms intertwined
with his. The room reeked of cigarettes, and sweaty, stinky, hot breath
sex.
 
There was an ashtray full of butts.
The floor was covered with bottles of vodka, whiskey, beer, wine. And they were
all empty. Every single one of them. That's how he'd always wanted to do it. Do
it in style, his way. Once he’d shaken off the hangover and few bad throws in
the first half, he went on to throw three touchdowns and lead his team on a
last-minute 95-yard touchdown drive.

That was the day that cemented his legacy. He would never be
forgotten in Texas. Never. It was also the day that he locked up the Heisman
Trophy.

But now he couldn't help feeling that he’d squandered so
much. He’d wasted his time and his talent, two things that he would never get
back. He’d become a joke, a laughingstock, the biggest bust in the history of
the NFL. Ryan leaf. JaMarcus Russell. He made those guys look like
overachievers.

He couldn’t stand sitting on his couch, nervously flipping through
the channels, afraid that he may end up hearing more scathing, mocking
criticism.

He didn’t know what he was going to do next with his life.
He was without a team and the season was two weeks away from starting. Nobody
had even invited him to camp.

This was supposed to be his comeback season. He was going to
put his past behind him. He’d gone to rehab, gotten his life together. He felt
great.

Austin grunted as he pumped the 200 pounds of iron 1,2,3,4
times. He put it back on the rack. He felt pumped up and let out a loud roar.
The guys in the gym clapped their hands, hooted, and howled.

“Not bad for a quarterback,” a big burly said. “Not bad at
all.”

Austin was used to being the center of attention. Whether in
the weight room, on the field, at the club, or at the bar. He was always the
center of attention. Wherever he went people seemed to surround him. His energy
seemed to infect everybody. But that same energy also attracted a fair amount
of enemies, people who hated him without even knowing anything about him,
beyond what they’d read on Twitter, heard on the radio, or seen on TV.

Maybe they’d seen a few crazy party pics on his Instagram
account and now they thought that they were entitled to judge him. He couldn't
stand that. For a long time, he'd taken all the criticism personally. He’d
challenged journalists and teammates whenever a disparaging word was said about
him. There had always been plenty of guys who wanted to knock him out, put the
cocky blonde hunk flat on his ass.

But no one had ever dared put a hand on him. Was it fear or
respect that kept them from cold-cocking him? At the end of the day, it really
didn’t matter.
 
Every teammate he’d ever
had knew that if they did lash out at him, they’d be cut from the team within
the hour. That's the type of power that he'd wielded all his career. But that
appeared to be over.

He was still so young. Only 24. But those college days,
running around stadiums in Texas and Oklahoma and Alabama and Florida and
Georgia, all that was over. The pageantry, the wild celebrations and after
parties. Over.