by Mia Barrett
Shuddering with lust, she winces and pulls my hair. “You’re so damn cocky. You’re the one who begged me to marry you.”
“You have no idea how cocky I’ll get, my love.”
Her gorgeous breasts heave as I flick each nipple, outlining her tight flesh, inhaling it deep, until she purrs and trembles in my arms. I was wrong. I don’t think I can wait one more night.
This is fucking torture.
Eager to taste her, I trail kisses and lick a long line down her abdomen until I reach her panties... her canary yellow panties that resemble that damn bikini she wore all those years ago. They’re beautiful. Perfect. And do absolutely nothing to hold back her gushing arousal.
“Damn it, Charlotte. You did this on purpose.” My cock throbs and leaks cum in my boxers.
She’s confused. “What? What happened?” She startles from her lusty daze and watches in horror as I tug them down with my teeth, tearing the seams as I go.
“Duncan, what are you doing? Those are new!” She giggles and squirms.
“These fucking panties... you know what you’re doing, don’t you? You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head and pouts. “I thought they were pretty. I love yellow. They match my bouquet tomorrow.”
Narrowing my eyes, I gaze at her longer. She’s full of shit. She knows what she’s doing. Or maybe these blue balls have driven me insane. Lowering my head, I part her wet lips and examine her. Singling out her clit, I stroke it in small circles and watch her jump, biting her lip as she waits for more. Licking down her soaked slit, I lap up her honey, relishing her taste, dipping my tongue deep in her pussy, while I watch her arch her back, whimpering with every stroke.
“Baby, I need you. We’re marrying in this house, in sixteen hours. What does it matter now?”
I groan while I suckle her clit, and she clenches from the steady vibrations, grinding her hips into my face. This is too much. Losing all control, I fuck her with my tongue, giving her a taste of what I know she needs.
Screaming in a fit of ecstasy, she explodes as she howls, trembling, bucking her hips, as her body writhes in back-to-back orgasms.
She’s shameless. But my methods are effective. She caves almost instantly.
“Duncan...I don’t want to wait.” Clawing at my shirt, she pulls it over my head and reaches for my belt.
I’m so in love with her. I think she loves me, too. But she hasn’t said it. What the hell is she waiting for?
Slowing her down, I take her wrists and smile. Try to smile. I’m afraid to ask, but I want to know the answer either way. It’s not a question of if she does, it’s a question of if she’ll admit it.
“Do you love me, Charlotte?” Each word is deliberate. Each word pains my heart to utter.
She freezes. Lashes flutter. Eyes mist. Wringing her hands, she looks around the room before finally looking up at me.
“Do I have to say it?” She whispers.
I can’t keep from sneering. “Why don’t you want to?!”
Her bottom lip trembles just before she bites it down to keep it steady.
“I wanted to save it for tomorrow. You’re ruining my moment, Duncan. I’ve had this planned out since last week.”
My scowl fades. Pulling her up to her knees, I gaze into those big blue eyes and my heart twists with remorse. Not for ruining her plans. That’s nothing, really. I’m an impatient man. She should get used to it.
“You can wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry I pressed the issue. I know you worship me.” I bring her into my arms before she can fight me off.
“Duncan McAllister, you just want to give me a big I told you so and you know it.” She pushes away but I pull her back to me, kissing her forehead to calm her down.
I need to tell her about the will. It’s not right to have this between us. I need to say something, and yet, I don’t want to.
I want to marry her tomorrow.
Caressing her face in my hands, I gaze into her eyes and finally ask what I should have asked all along.
“Charlotte, will you be my wife? Will you marry me tomorrow?”
Chapter 12
Charlotte
His soft green eyes melt my heart.
Daddy said he’d cancel the wedding. Mom said once he found out he was in the free and clear, someone like Duncan McAllister wouldn’t want to be tied down. He didn’t have to marry me. He didn’t have to marry anyone. At the very least, he’d ask to postpone, let us fizzle out in the new few weeks and continue with life as usual. Why would he need mousy Charlotte weighing him down?
I threw them out.
A teensy part of me feared they might be right, but something told me they weren’t. We’ve known each other for most of my life, but we’ve only been close these past three weeks. And yet I trust him. He was a horrible womanizer, but I know those days are behind him. He assures me they are, but he doesn’t have to make me any promises. I know they are. I know things are different now. For both of us.
Any lingering doubts that he’d call off the wedding dissipated when he threw our bags in the car and made a last-minute call to confirm the judge for tomorrow. I thought I wanted more time, but now that it’s just around the corner, I realize I don’t need it. It’s Duncan. I love him.
And I guess he kind of saved my life. So, he says.
Unable to resist, I smirk and sigh. “All right, all right. Stop begging me. You’re embarrassing yourself. I said I’ll marry you.”
His eyes narrow. “Do you know about the will?”
I clutch imaginary pearls. “Me? Do I know you made up this will stipulation from the start so you could manipulate me into marrying you?”
I nod. “Yes, I do and it’s sad, Duncan. You could have just asked me out on a date. I might have said yes.”
For the first time, I hear him gasp.
“Charlotte Travers, you little jerk! Are you marrying me tomorrow, or not?”
My mouth slacks. “Yes! But that’s a horrible way to propose.”
“I proposed earlier and you know it.” Lifting me over his shoulder, he carries me out of the bedroom.
“Dun! I’m naked! Where are we going?”
“To the kitchen. You’ve ruined sex with your smart mouth. Let’s get something to eat.”
Chapter 13
Charlotte
My dress is white and slinky, like a long silk slip, but with Thanksgiving a week away, I bought a small wrap to wear over it. It’s pretty and simple, like our wedding. A few of Duncan’s close friends come to witness the ceremony and he surprised me by having my best friend from college flown in to be at my side.
The living room overlooks the ocean and with a string of tall heaters outside, we can mingle on the patio when it’s over.
I thought I’d be nervous, but I’m not. I just can’t believe I’m marrying Duncan McAllister. He’s such a pain in the ass, but goddamn he’s beautiful. And no one makes me laugh more than him.
Standing by the judge, he smiles when I walk into the room. My throat clenches as I gaze at those stunning green eyes, his powerful, statuesque physique, still visible through his navy-blue suit and that gorgeous smile that first won my heart when I was twelve years old. He’s so handsome. Too handsome. But he’s mine and I’ll deal with it.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” He leans in and kisses me on the cheek.
“Thank you. So, do you.” I smile, struggling to hold in tears that promise to make an appearance before we say I do.
Our vows are quick. Faster than I imagined, but Duncan takes his time reciting each one. He chokes up towards the end. I almost lose it before I can recite mine and then there’s the kiss.
My beautiful man gazes into my eyes as his mouth closes over mine. Sliding his arm around me, he pulls me close, claiming my lips as his tongue intertwines with mine. The world falls away.
It’s just him and me.
While we’re lost in another world, I hear guests clear their throat to end their awk
ward torment. We’ve kissed too long. Brought back to reality, we part and catch our breath.
“I love you.” I whisper, under my breath.
“Not as much as I love you.” He kisses my hand.
“When can we get these people out of here?” I bite my lip and run a finger down my cleavage.
His eyes widen. “Give me thirty minutes and I’ll clear the room.”
Chapter 14
Duncan
“What are you wearing?”
Charlotte licks her lips and exits the bathroom dressed in a lacy yellow bra and matching panties.
“This? This is for you.” She tiptoes to me and helps pull off my shirt.
“That’s deliberate, isn’t it?” I cup an ass cheek, massaging it roughly until she squeals.
Shaking her head, she unzips my pants, and tugs them down with my boxers. “It’s all in your head, baby. This isn’t a bathing suit and I’m not sixteen anymore.”
I gasp. “Charlotte! Why would you want to torture me?”
She smiles and grips my hard cock in her hands. Biting her lip, she looks down and sighs.
“You’ve been torturing me, too. I asked you to wait. You wanted to make it hard on me and you know it.” She drops to her knees.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I stammer and run my hand through her dark locks.
“What do you think I’m doing?” She takes a long, painfully slow lick, before letting it slide down her throat. When she takes almost half, my knees weaken. I need to lie down but before I can ask, she slides it down again.
“I’ve been watching dirty movies, Dun. I hope I’m good at this.”
“You’re perfect, sweetheart. Keep going.” Her full lips stretch over my cock and she swallows me as far as I’ll go. While she pleasures my shaft, twirling her tongue on my flesh, moaning with every thrust, I lose my damn mind. Winding my fingers through her hair, I guide her lower and she takes me, giving me more, loving every minute my cock is in her mouth.
I’m in love. This girl is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and now she’s giving me head on her knees dressed in yellow lingerie. I won’t last long. The more I struggle to hold off, grunting with every stroke of her mouth, the more aroused she becomes, moving faster and harder. She’s worshipping my cock and I love watching every second.
I’m dying to come, but I want to be inside her. I want to start on our baby. We’re married now. My family is gone. She’s not speaking to hers. We’re making our own family and I want to start now.
Pulling her up, I carry her to the bed and spread her legs. I trash those yellow panties, wrap her knees over my shoulders and serve that sweet pussy straight into my greedy mouth.
Nothing tastes as good as Charlotte. I drown in her, licking and suckling as my girl, the object of both my sweetest and darkest fantasies, cries out with every stroke of my tongue.
“Duncan, please. I need you, now.” She whimpers, thrashing as she succumbs to her first orgasm of the night.
“Are you still on the pill, Charlotte?” I wet my cock in her slit and watch her expression as I play with her clit.
“No. I stopped taking it days ago.” She shakes her head, moaning as I slide an inch in and pull out.
My jaw drops. I expected some manipulation on my part. Some begging. A small fight, make-up sex, followed by a compromise. I wasn’t sure she wanted this as badly as I do.
“Are we really doing this, baby?” We both gasp when her tight walls grip my cock.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down, sealing her lips to mine. “We are, Duncan. I love you. We’re not leaving this house until you knock me up.”
“You, nasty girl. I knew you’d fall in love with me.” Easing in, her pussy gushes with juices, wetting my shaft, soaking me, driving me out of my mind.
“I can’t take your obsession anymore. Make me yours.” She teases, biting my lip and squeezing my ass.
“I love you so much. After today, you’ll always be mine. And this pussy, goddamn. This pussy will have Duncan written all over it.”
She gasps from both the shock of my words and the feel of my cock stretching her open. She’s so fucking tight, tightest I’ve ever felt, and I need more.
I love watching her lips quiver with every moan, her fingers play with her hard nipples and her breasts bounce as I thrust deeper. This girl is mine and I get to watch this the rest of my life.
A faint cry escapes her perfect lips when I break through her barrier, but it doesn’t stop her. She grinds down, meeting each of my thrusts, savoring every inch.
“Are you okay?” I check in, catching my breath, needing to slow down before I come.
“Don’t stop, you feel so good, Duncan. Give me that big cock.” Winding her legs tighter, she pushes me down and makes me sink all the way in, shuddering as I bottom out.
“You’ve been wanting this cock for some time, haven’t you?” I thrust harder, spread her legs wider, and take three weeks of sexual frustration out on her tight pussy.
She nods and whimpers. “So bad, Duncan. Don’t go easy. I want to see your cum dripping out of me.” Her nails claw my back, urging me on, demanding as much as I can give. And I give it to her.
She’s killing me. Grunting like a wild animal, I thrust without mercy, dive deeper and harder as she writhes with unleashed desire. Nothing slows her down. Her narrow walls clench my pulsing cock, squeezing it as her body experiences one climax after another.
I can’t hold on. My body tenses.
“I love you, Char...”
Words fail me as my cock swells and I erupt with such force, I accidentally pull her hair and yell in her ear, ruining what might have been a beautiful moment.
“Duncan!” She pushes me off her. “My hair!”
Laughing, I roll her into my arms and cover her face with kisses.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You make me fucking crazy.”
She curls into me and giggles. “I used to think you were so smooth.”
“No. All that went away when I fell in love with you.”
Epilogue
Five Weeks Later- Charlotte
There’s no sense in going out tonight. A front came in and covered the streets with snow. Instead, we have a nice evening planned here at home, making dinner and then sitting in front of the fire to watch the ball drop on television. Duncan sent the staff home early for the holiday and we spent the afternoon making love, re-christening every room in the house. He’s incorrigible. And insatiable.
That’s the best part.
I have a surprise for him, but I’m waiting until midnight to tell him. He’s not big on surprises, but I like them. This is nothing he doesn’t already suspect.
Earlier today, he gave me my own surprise. It was the best news. They kicked my father off the board of directors. He still has a job, but they have demoted him to middle management. It’s quite humiliating. The worst part is after the holiday he’ll receive the sad news that he’s on probation with the Executive Vice President of Marketing.
Yep. That Charlotte McAllister is a real hardass.
I know I hate nepotism, but it’s Duncan’s company and I’m his wife. As he likes to remind me, it’s my company too. He wants me there working with him and until certain things require my attention at home, I want to work.
We’re a team.
And you shouldn’t feel bad for my father. Not only did he mess with my career and Duncan’s company, he tried to ruin our future, too. That new will turned out to be a fake. He bribed Duncan’s father’s retired attorney into confirming that document bore his signature. But it was all lies. If Duncan had done what they predicted, and called off our wedding, he would have violated his father’s will.
Thank goodness that man is obsessed with me.
“Hey Sweet Cheeks, how’s my girl?” I walk into the kitchen and gaze at the sight of my man cooking without a shirt. Goddamn, the sight of him makes me weak.
“I’m fine. A little chilly. Why are you half-na
ked?” I hug his waist from behind and kiss his chiseled back.
“You have the heater ridiculously high in here and I’m in front of a fire. It’s almost done. I know you’ve worked up an appetite.” He kisses the top of my head and escorts me to the kitchen table.
Serving us both, he brings our plates and opens a bottle of wine. Damn it, I know he’s testing me. He’s been on to me for days and he can’t stand it when I keep things from him.
He pours me a glass, but his green eyes never break contact.
“Baby.” I pout.
“Spill it, woman.” He narrows his eyes and pulls my pregnancy test out of his front pocket.
My jaw drops. “You, cad! That was in my nightstand.”
“I was looking for gum.” He lies.
I stand to leave, but he pulls me into his lap and holds me still. “Why are you keeping this from me? This is huge! Do you have regrets?”
I purse my lips and nod. “Yes. I have regrets. I regret not hiding that better. I wanted to tell you at midnight, you dope! Why are you so impatient?”
His scowl fades and he hugs me tight, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I can’t help it. You make me crazy.”
“Well, Happy New Year’s, Mr. McAllister. After I took that test, I saw a doctor. I’m roughly five weeks pregnant. You might have knocked me up on our wedding night.” I kiss his cheek and sigh.
Thrilled with the news and jazzed by confirmation of his stunning virility, he jumps to his feet, throwing his arms over his head in a giant V-shape. When he does, he promptly tosses me to the floor on my ass.
He’s such a dummy.
“Duncan!”
“Baby!”
Whisking me off the floor, he carries me to the couch and pounces.
“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so happy. We’re having a baby! We’re starting our family. You, me, this baby, maybe a few more, the McAllister’s will be the coolest family on the block, and it all starts here.” He smiles so big, I laugh.
