The Loyal Groom

by Alexa Riley

  When I stand up, I feel the warmth of her naked body against mine, and it’s almost enough to make me lose control. She’s soft and smooth, and I’m hard and rough, and I wonder if I feel as good to her as she does to me.

  “What about the lingerie?” she asks, placing her hands at my hips and playing with the waistband of my underwear.

  “Later.” Once again, my voice is low and commanding like I’ve been taken over by someone much more sure of himself. “Right now, I want to taste every inch of you.”

  She squeals as I lift her up and then come down on top of her in the middle of the bed. “You’re mine.”

  “Yours,” she agrees, and I slowly kiss my way down her body.

  Chapter 5

  Rosy

  My heart pounds as Darian kisses my neck and collarbone. Never in my life has something ever felt so right, with no hesitation. This is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. Together, we’re going to create a life of our own where all of our dreams come true.

  “You’re so soft.” I smile because he always says that when he gets his hands on me. “Sweet too.”

  I’ve always been a little on the shy side but never with Darian. I don’t know if it’s because my soul and heart recognized who he was to me when we met, or because of how he treats me. Maybe it’s a little of both.

  His mouth covers my nipple, and I gasp at the sensation. I never realized they could be so sensitive and achy as his hand cups my other breast. His rough thumb grazes over the tight peak, and I arch to get closer. My breasts are heavy, and I rub my thighs together to try and find relief. My clit throbs to the beat of my heart, and I’m so turned on I can feel my wet panties cling to me. My body wiggles without me telling it what to do, and god, the weight of Darian on top of me is so heavy and wonderful.

  I dig my fingers into his back, wanting to somehow pull him closer. When he releases my nipple to go for the other one, I cry out. He’s taking his time, which I love and hate, but I’m just happy that for once we don’t have to worry about anyone interrupting. I know we want to savor the moment, but I need him too badly to take forever.

  He releases my nipple and trails open-mouth kisses down my stomach. My entire body is on fire, and all I can think about is where his mouth is headed.

  “Darian,” I plead as he kisses the top of my panties and then right over the spot where I need him the most. I’ve been turned on with him before to the point that I thought I couldn't take it anymore, but this is beyond that. “It hurts.”

  “It hurts?” Darian jerks his head up.

  “Please,” I whimper, and my fingers fist the sheets.

  “I’m supposed to go slow and take my time.” His voice is so deep, and I can see in the tense line of muscles how he’s holding himself back. I have no doubt he has to be aching, too, but his worry for me has him going slow.

  “Slow later. I need to cum now!”

  At my demand, Darian grips the band of my panties and in one quick move he has them off. His hot mouth covers my throbbing clit, and when he sucks, I cum instantly. It’s so fast, but I don’t care. I was too on edge and out of my mind.

  Darian doesn't stop as he licks me up and keeps going. I feel him pumping his fingers in and out as he groans against me. The sound of his need rolls through my body, and it’s turning me on as much as his mouth. He’s aggressive yet tender, his low groans of want making me feel needed. I feel like I’ve covered the inside of my thighs with my desire, and he just keeps rubbing his face in it. Maybe it’s like this for everyone, but god, I never knew it would feel so good.

  “So fucking tight.” He thrusts his fingers harder, and I groan with pleasure. I want to feel him inside of me as his body moves over mine and to finally have my Darian in every way.

  His tongue swirls around my clit and I’m going to come again. I would almost be embarrassed at how fast I’m getting off, but I don’t care right now. There are no barriers between us as I spread my legs wider and cry out his name. This orgasm is just as intense as the last, and I feel sweat slick my skin.

  “Darian, I can’t…” I’m begging now as his tongue continues to lick, and my sex clenches around his fingers.

  Slowly he pulls them out of me and kisses the insides of my thighs. I lie limp on the bed with my eyes closed as the need inside me builds once again. I’m addicted to his touch, and the moment it’s gone I’m desperate for more.

  There might be something wrong with me. Is it normal to be this wet and turned on? I have no control over my own body because all it wants is more Darian. This can’t be normal, because it feels like more than love. It’s all-consuming, and what will I do if I can’t have this all the time?

  “Out of that head, sweet girl.” Darian comes down over me, pressing his body into mine. He’s heavy and hard, and the weight of him is a comfort.

  “I’m sorry. I was so fast and…” He cuts me off with his mouth, and I wrap my legs around him.

  The flavor of my desire is on his tongue, and it reminds me that Darian belongs to me. Maybe that makes me possessive, but I want to mark him as mine. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe Darian loves me, even with our differences.

  I hear the whispers around school that no one thinks we’re going to last. They think I’m some rich girl dating the bad boy for attention, or that he’s a bad boy trying to corrupt me. People wonder why else he would be dating me, but it’s all bullshit. They would know the truth if they ever got to know him or felt the kind of love we share.

  “You getting off so fast makes me feel like a damn king.” I laugh, and like always, Darian makes me relax. “You sure you want to do this? We can stop here and wait.”

  I release my hands from around his shoulders and slip them down his back into his underwear. “You’re going to make me think you don’t want to do this.”

  This time he laughs as he shakes his head. “I’ve been ready longer than I should have been, babe.”

  I hook my fingers into his boxer briefs and push them down as much as I can. He helps me the rest of the way before kicking them free so we’re both naked now. Being skin to skin with him is like coming home as he settles on top of me.

  “You never act like it.” I stop wiggling when his bare cock brushes against my sex. Oh shit, this is happening.

  “I try to be a gentleman.”

  “I know.” When I tilt my chin up, his lips come down on mine.

  Darian is always respectful and kind when we’re alone or in front of people. Sometimes I wonder if he does it because he’s trying to prove he’s good enough for me to others or to himself. I love that he can be so good, but there’s not a side of Darian that I don’t care about. He’s grown into the man he is because of what he’s been through, and I wouldn't change anything.

  I can feel all his control melt away as the kiss becomes hungrier. We both begin to move our bodies together, and each time his cock slips further against me. When I feel the head of his cock at my opening and nudging for entry, I relax my knees and tilt my hips up.

  “Take it, Darian. It’s yours, I choose you.” He sucks in a breath as his eyes lock with mine.

  “I love you,” he says before he thrusts all the way inside of me, and the air leaves my lungs. My nails dig into his back, and I close my eyes tight, trying to breathe through the pain. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  The pinch I felt quickly fades, and my body begins to enjoy the fullness inside of me. My sex clenches around his cock, and Darian lets out another string of F-bombs as the muscles in his chest and neck strain.

  “Baby,” he moans, burying his face in my neck.

  “I’m okay,” I reassure him, because I know sometimes he can worry a little too much about my safety. “Make love to me.”

  “I don’t know what I did to get you but…”

  I kiss him, cutting him off. It’s me that’s the lucky one. He brought real love into my life, and he didn’t let me go because he was supposed to. He just loved me as I am, with no strings or rules attache
d. It wasn’t full of conditions on what I could do for him, and for the first time in my life someone saw me.

  He’s hard and thick as he pulls out and then hurries to thrust back inside. It’s slow at first until I dig my heels into his ass and he shifts. He hits a spot deep inside of me that has me moaning loudly. Both our groans fill the room as he takes control.

  “Rosy,” he grits out. “Cum.”

  His order is sharp, and it’s a tone he’s never taken with me before. It sparks something deep inside of me, and all I want to do is obey. I’m so turned on and he’s so big inside me that the sound of his dominance is all I need.

  I cry out his name as I climax and then I feel his warm release spill inside soon after. He thrusts a few more times before he collapses on top of me, and I do the best I can to wrap my limp limbs around him and hold him close.

  My whole body hums like it’s been electrocuted, and I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know I could be this happy. I want to laugh and cry at the same time because it’s a wave of emotions I wasn’t prepared for.

  “I love you.” His words are mumbled as he kisses my neck.

  “I love the feel of you on top of me.”

  “That’s good because you’re going to feel it for the rest of your life.” I let out a giggle, and Darian groans as his cock twitches inside of me. “I want you again.”

  “Then take me,” I challenge, clenching around him.

  “I shouldn’t. I’m supposed to put you in a warm bath and take care of you.”

  “Darian, did you read up on this?”

  He lifts his head and furrows his brows. “Of course I did!”

  I giggle harder at how serious he looks, but I’m not shocked. When it comes to me, Darian is always trying to make sure he’s doing the right thing.

  “You’re killing me.” He pulls out a little and thrusts back in.

  “Yes.” My laughter turns into a moan as the pleasure begins to build.

  That’s all the encouragement he needs before he’s taking me once again.

  Chapter 6

  Darian

  “You’re sweating, why are you sweating?” Allison turns to Amber and points her thumb at me over her shoulder. “Why is he sweating?”

  “Wouldn’t you be terrified if you were about to have one pussy for the rest of your life?” Amber answers like I’m not in the room.

  “True. But I think Rosy’s pussy is probably pretty great.” Allison looks like she’s thinking it over, and I roll my eyes.

  “That’s enough,” Lindsey says, and Amber whispers something to Allison about agreeing with her. “You look great.” Lindsey fixes my tie and brushes her hands over my shirt to smooth out any wrinkles.

  “Thanks for coming.” I stare nervously at the door of the courthouse, regretting the decision to meet Rosy here. We should have come together, but she said she wanted her dress to be a surprise.

  Lindsey looks at me for a long moment until my eyes meet hers. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.” Her voice is solemn as she grips my shoulder tight. “You’re the best of us, and I’m proud of the man you’ve become.” I see tears build in her eyes as she nods at me. “You’re good, Darian, and you’ll be good to our Rosy.”

  “Did you think you could go and get married without us?” Amber scoffs as she crosses her arms. “I’m not missing my chance for cake.”

  “Is there cake?” Allison looks around, and a smile tugs at my lips.

  “I’ve got the diner for the night,” Lindsey tells me with a shrug. “It’s our gift to you. It’s not much, but we planned a little dinner, and I made a cake.”

  “Seriously?” I’m so overwhelmed with gratitude for my sister as I reach out and pull her into a hug. She’s shorter than me now, and her head barely comes above my shoulder. “Thank you.”

  “Are any of them coming?” Amber asks, and we all know she means Rosy’s family.

  I release Lindsey, and she shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

  We knew this would happen, but I can’t imagine that Rosy is taking it well. When they found out our junior year of college that Rosy and I were living together, they cut her off financially. Luckily she had enough left in her trust to pay for school, and they couldn’t touch it. But by the time we graduated, the money was gone, and we were finished with our degrees.

  We got a one-bedroom studio apartment last week after living with Lindsey for a few months. We had to save up for the deposit with the money I get from interning at the biometrics lab. They wouldn’t hire me right away even with recommendation letters from my professors and graduating with honors. The only way to get my foot in the door was to go in as an intern or to move across the country. Rosy and I didn’t want to entertain that option because we knew my family couldn’t come with us, and we didn’t want to be that far from them.

  Rosy got her degree in finance thinking it would be easy to get a job, but her father has made it impossible to get an interview. He’s friends with almost every influential bank owner in town, and they’ve all but blackballed her until she leaves me. I knew they would try to keep us apart, but I didn’t know they would make it this hard.

  Right now Rosy is waiting tables at the diner Lindsey now manages, and the money isn’t terrible. I just hate that she has to work so hard for so little when I’m supposed to be taking care of her.

  The lab I’m working at has so much potential that I know all I need to do is work hard and I’ll get us where we want to go. It’s just going to take time. In the meantime, we’re saving every penny and doing what we can to make ends meet. Which is why we’re getting married on a Wednesday at the city courthouse instead of having the wedding Rosy deserves.

  I didn’t tell her that before I asked her to marry me, I called her father. When I told him my intentions, he said he never wanted to speak to either of us ever again and that we’d ruined his good name. He hung up before I could form a response, so I let it go and never said a word to her.

  We didn’t have money for a ring, but when I asked Rosy to marry me, she barely let me finish the sentence before she was jumping on top of me. So here we are, without rings, and me in my work clothes as I wait for my bride to arrive.

  “She’s here,” Amber says after she looks out the window and then moves into place at the front.

  Rosy asked the twins to be her bridesmaids, and I asked Lindsey to be my best man. As the doors open at the end of the aisle and I see Rosy standing there in a simple white dress holding a bunch of daffodils, my heart swells. It doesn’t matter that we can’t afford better, because the way she’s looking at me is enough. Our love is enough.

  Without thinking, I rush to her between the rows of seats and take her in my arms. I can’t let her walk down that aisle alone, and as her husband I’ll make sure she’ll never be alone again. So arm in arm we approach the judge, and he begins to read from the paper. After we both say I do and the judge asks for rings, I tell him to skip that part.

  “Wait,” Allison says as she digs in her jeans and then pulls out a simple gold band. “We got these since you’re broke and all.”

  “Thank you.” Rosy smiles as she takes it from her and then looks up at me. She looks like she’s going to cry, and I reach out to stroke my thumb over her cheeks. Not only do I vow to love her until the end of time, but I vow to give her all that her heart dreams for.

  “Thanks,” I say to Allison as Rosy puts the ring on my finger.

  “And one for you,” Lindsey says and then shrugs. “The best man literally has one job. Give her the ring.”

  I know they’re trying to make light of the situation, but having them here, my makeshift family, to love us and support us means more than a chapel full of strangers.

  As I repeat the words the judge says, I slide on the plain gold band that fits her perfectly. I look down at it, and although it’s small, it holds all the promises in my heart.

  “You may now kiss your bride,” the judge declares, and my sisters begin
to cheer.

  I’m so full of love that I sweep Rosy up in my arms and spin us around in circles, kissing her with all the love I have. It’s a moment I’ll never regret and I’ll never forget. Especially because later that night, the twins drink too much champagne at our reception and make us do karaoke on the counter. Rosy and I sing along to “You’re the One That I Want” from Grease at the top of our lungs, and we’re happier than we’ve ever been.

  I never thought we’d have a bad day between us, but we were young and maybe a little naïve to what lay ahead.

  Chapter 7

  Rosy

  I check over the numbers one more time before I close out the accounting system and yawn. It’s time to get out of here and home to my husband. Every time I think of Darian as my husband I smile, loving that I get to call him that. Without thinking, I rub my finger along the gold band on my finger, a reminder of what matters.

  Darian thinks I should have a giant rock to not only warn other men away, but because he thinks I deserve one. When he brings it up, I explain that his sisters being a part of it meant my ring was worth more than any diamond.

  “Dr. Pepper with extra ice.” Lindsey sets the cup down on the desk next to me. “I tossed in a few cherries.”

  “You’re a saint,” I manage to say around gulps as I enjoy the burn.

  “You’re the saint. It takes me five times longer to do those numbers.” She rolls her eyes at herself.

  “That’s why I do them for you. Gotta do something with that fancy college degree,” I tease even though this is accounting work. It’s not a far stretch from finance, and bookkeeping here is child's play.

  I’m not sour about my degree even though finance wasn't a dream of mine. When I got to college, nothing grabbed me so I picked something sensible. The crazy part is that I make way more money serving tables than I do at any other job I’ve found. Well, the ones my father wasn't making sure I was strong-armed out of. For now, I’ll keep waiting tables and picking up small accounting jobs here and there.