Three Wishes

by Reana Malori

  “Fine. Since you’re being all bossy about it. Hold on a second.” Placing the phone between her ear and shoulder, she opened the garment bag. As the dress was revealed, she was speechless. When the material of the gown caught her eye, she felt tears well-up, threatening to fall. Her breath hitched in her chest as she stared at the beautiful gown in front of her. It was ankle-length with a front split that would stop just above her knee. The gathered bodice was highlighted with, what she hoped, was a faux diamond brooch. Short shoulder-sleeves would hold the dress up on her arms. Modest enough for his parents’ annual holiday dinner, but so damn beautiful she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

  “Do you like it?” his smooth voice called out from the other side of the phone.

  “You know I do,” she answered breathlessly. “Why’d you get this?” Her eyes immediately looked in the direction of her bedroom. Her hastily crafted wish list was still in its hidden place. There was no way he could have seen it. Biting her lip, she turned her attention back to Jordan and heard the last of his sentence.

  “…Just put it on, baby. I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

  “Okay. See you tonight.”

  Once they hung up, she gently placed the dress back in the delivery bag. Walking to her bedroom, she shifted the books and papers on her small night table. Pulling out the piece of paper she’d placed there three weeks ago, she scanned the words staring back at her. There’d been nights she’d referred to it again, hastily returning it to the hiding place when her mind started to go down a path it shouldn’t.

  The words were so ingrained in her head, she didn’t really need to read the paper, but did it anyway. “What were you thinking when you wrote this, Leticia?” Reading the words out loud, she cringed at the first ‘wish.’ “Meet someone and fall in love (so I can fall out of love with Jordan). Find someone who wants me so bad, nothing else matters but being balls deep inside me every night. A man who’ll give me my first real orgasm that doesn’t come from my own hand.”

  Wait, hadn’t Jordan given her that the other week? No. It was more than just the weekend at his home. He gave her multiple, scream-inducing orgasms every fucking time he got her naked. Or close to naked. With a smile hovering on her lips, she recalled that one time he’d merely lifted her skirt above her waist when they’d returned to his place after dinner. Hiking her legs up around his body, he’d taken her hard and rough against the door. She moaned as the visual memories replayed in her mind. He was fucking insatiable. His dick and her pussy were on a first name basis. If he came within ten feet of her, she immediately went into heat like a damn dog. Her face warmed as she thought of all the ways he’d forced her to scream and moan his name as she took her pleasure. God, she wanted him even now, and the man wasn’t even here.

  Turning back to the paper, she read the other two bullets. “Dance under the moonlight in a long silver gown, with only me and a man who looks at me as if I hung the moon sitting in the sky. All I want is one night to feel as beautiful as the women who never fail to pull Jordan away from me on a regular basis.” Looking in the direction of her living room, her brow rose in confusion. The dress Jordan purchased and had delivered to her was silver. Hands shaking, she placed the piece of paper down on her bed. “Maybe he found it. He had to have found it. There’s no other explanation.”

  If he had discovered the piece of paper, would she be upset? Yes. Thinking about it again, she knew that wasn’t the right answer. Recalling Cassie’s words to her the other day, she needed to think about what she wanted. If he’d found her wish list, and was making an effort to give her what she needed, why be angry about it? Things were so good between them right now. She didn’t want to be angry and upset. A beautiful dress was waiting for her to put on, a pair of gorgeous shoes needed to be worn, and a sexy as sin man was waiting for her to arrive to be his date for the night. Nah, she wasn’t mad. But she was curious about what else Jordan had planned. Setting the note on top of the books and papers where she’d once hidden it away, she got up from the bed. It was time to get dressed for her night out.

  “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Jordan’s deep voice broke through her thoughts.

  “You did.”

  “Well, I’m telling you again. We never should have waited so long.”

  Taking a sip of her champagne, she nodded. “I agree. There’s enough blame on both sides for that one. I was too stubborn to think you were serious about dating me.”

  “Even though I said it repeatedly? Gave every sign? Hell, even my family knew how much I wanted to be with you. You are one stubborn, beautiful, brown-skinned goddess.” Tilting his head to look back at his parent’s home, he quirked an eyebrow. “If this night weren’t for my parents, I’d have snatched you up as soon as you walked through the door. That dress would be on the floor, your ass would be lying in my bed, and your legs would be in the air as I sank inside that sweet ass pussy.”

  His heated gaze traveled up her body. His eyes told her all the things he wanted to do to her. A shiver went through her at his words. She felt the same damn way. Love for this man filled her. Everything he’d done over the past few weeks had been to show her that he was serious about them. It may have taken a push to get things started, but now that they were here, there was nothing to stop them.

  “How do you know you wouldn’t be the one with your ass on the bed? Maybe I’d be the one on top, showing you exactly how much I needed your dick inside me?”

  “Woman, I’m trying to hold back. Don’t tempt me. I don’t want to make my mother, or yours for that matter, cry when I throw you over my shoulder, kidnapping you for a night of sex and debauchery.”

  Leticia snapped her fingers, “Well, damn. I was all ready for some sex and debauchery.” Lifting one leg over the other, she leaned back on her hands, a knowing smile on her face. “Then whatever shall we do?”

  Staring at her, his eyes turned dark, a sure sign of just how aroused he was. Pushing his buttons was fun, but she didn’t want to ruin this night for his mother. This was a big deal for his parents. When she’d arrived, she’d stayed only long enough to greet them, and her mother, who’d received her first invitation last year. April flagged her down from across the room, telling her Jordan was waiting for her down in the ice palace—their name for the structure their parents built.

  “Jordan, maybe we should go to the house.” All she needed was for one of their family members, or a guest, to come down here and see her body pinned up against the wall as he deep-stroked inside her. That was a level of embarrassment she had no desire to risk.

  “Come dance with me.” Holding out his hand, he beckoned her forward. “I need to hold you in my arms.” The intense look in his eyes told her it would be best not to challenge him. Not tonight anyway. Standing from her seat, she walked over to him, her eyes never leaving his face. As he pulled her close, she heard him sigh, “I’m not an easy man to love, Leticia. Then again, you know that about me. I’m stubborn. Like to get my own way. I can sometimes be a little bossy.”

  She leaned back, staring up at him in faux shock. “Did you just say you can sometimes be bossy? Wow. That’s the understatement of the year.” Shaking her head at him, she laughed. “Ha! Sometimes bossy. You’re funny.”

  “Are you done yet?” he asked, scowling down at her. At her nod, he made a grunting noise in his throat before he continued. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—”

  “Well, I just couldn’t help it. I mean, you said you were sometimes bossy. Have you met yourself? I mean, I know we all have blind spots when it comes to—.” His lips landed on hers, effectively shutting her up. His kiss was toe curling. Leticia lifted on the ball of her feet as she tried to get closer to him.

  Enticing her mouth open, he deepened their contact. Head becoming foggy with desire, she moaned in his mouth. His answering growl had her channel slickening. There was no way they could last the entire night without ripping each other’s clothes off.

  Jord
an was the first one to pull away. He rested his forehead on hers, his breath harsh on her lips. “Baby, please. I’m trying to say something here.”

  She knew what he was doing, but she didn’t want him to. “Listen, I know your faults. I’ve been your best friend for over two years. I know the man you are, and that’s the man I fell in love with.” It was the first time she’d said the actual words. The look on his face told her all she needed to know. A soft smile came over her face. “I know exactly what I’m getting with you. And I want it all. Do you hear me, Jordan Hunt? I won’t allow you to stand here, telling me things about you that I already know. Want to know the one thing I wonder most?”

  “What, baby? Ask me anything you want.”

  His body posture gave away that he was waiting for her to ask if he felt the same about her. Well, she wasn’t going to ask that question. When he told her how he felt, he’d have to say them willingly and freely. “I recall you saying something about my ass on your bed, my legs in the air. How long are you gonna make me wait?”

  “Damn, girl, I knew you were the one for me.” Bending down, he took her lips in a deep kiss. His hands grabbed under her ass, lifting her off her feet, pressing her body close to his. Moaning into the kiss, she felt his large erection press into the juncture of her thighs, causing her pussy to weep with need. The noise of fireworks going off broke through their desire.

  “Oh my. This is new!” Her head tipped to the side, allowing her to get a better view of the skylight celebration.

  “This is for you.”

  Turning her head to look at him. “What? Wait, can you put me down?” He took his sweet time sliding her down his body until her heels touched the ground. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to a window that gave them the best view of the sky. “Why is this for me?”

  “Because I want you to have everything you wished for,” he admitted in a low voice.

  Her eyes met his, her cheeks exploding with color. “You found my list.” It wasn’t a question. She’d known the answer earlier tonight as soon as she saw the dress.

  “Yes,” he kissed her softly, motioning with his head for her to look at the fireworks display he’d arranged specifically for her. “At first I was shocked. Then I was angry. But the hurt soon took over.” She felt his chest rise against her back as he took a deep breath. “I thought I was doing everything right. Taking it slow. Giving you time. Only to discover that you didn’t need or want any of that. Baby, when I read that you thought I didn’t want you, didn’t desire you, it broke something in me. I knew at that moment that I’d fucked up. That I was going to lose you to someone else if I didn’t do something fast.”

  The fireworks were beautiful, but the only thing she could focus on were the words coming from the man behind her. “Is that why you were so angry that night? You thought I was moving on?”

  A deep exhale sounded behind her. “Yeah. My stubborn pride forced me to stay away from you. But when I saw you there that night, you were so fucking beautiful. I couldn’t believe you were in front of me. When that other guy came up to you, I lost it. I knew then that I never wanted to lose you. That I wanted you to be mine. If you never believed me before, I need you to believe me tonight.” He turned her around to face him, “You belong to me, Leticia. Just as much as I belong to you. I know your wish list is what tipped the scales. But know this, even if I’d never found it, there was no way in hell you were ever going to move on to another man. You fell in love with a flawed man, baby. Are you ready for that?”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled up at him as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ve been ready for two years. It was you who had to catch up.”

  “Time for us to go. If we don’t leave now, I don’t know what I’ll do to that dress when we get to my place.” Placing his large palm at the bottom of her back, he grabbed the coat she’d worn over from the house. Settling it over her shoulders, they exited the ice palace. As they got closer to the house, he saw the guests mingling outside, watching the colorful display still going on in the sky. “We’ll say goodbye to our parents. No more than five minutes. If you linger, trust me, I will place you over my shoulder. Do you want our parents to see me behave in such a base way in front of all their friends?”

  “You wouldn’t,” she laughed.

  “Wanna take that bet?” His eyes were alight with need, his nostrils flared wide, and his voice filled with dark desires. She knew those signs well, and exactly what that meant for her. Oh, damn. We need to get out of here right now.

  “Nope. I sure don’t,” she answered swiftly, walking faster. “Five minutes. Deal.” A growl sounded behind her, and her pussy clenched with need.

  “I’ve changed my mind. Make it three minutes. After that, you’re all mine.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  AFTER ARRIVING AT HIS HOME, they stripped each other quickly, both giving in to the desire that could no longer be denied. Lining up his thick cock with her dripping channel, Jordan slid inside her. Pressing deeper with every stroke, he hissed as his steel encased cock sank inside her. “Fuck. You feel so good wrapped around me. Squeezing me so damn tight. I knew it would be like this.”

  She gasped in ecstasy as his thick length stretched her inner walls. “Oh!” she cried, clutching him around his neck. They both trembled with desire. “Yes, Jordan.” Leticia squeezed him between her legs, feeling the slow stretch as her body adjusted to him.

  “Oh baby,” he murmured as he began to move. She wrapped her limbs around him, pulling him in tighter, wanting more. The heat between her thighs began to grow. Delicious friction sizzled within her body, making her weak from the feel of him. The pleasure coursing through her veins caused her eyes to squeeze shut. Words failed her. Her only thought was of the pleasure Jordan was giving her. It was unlike anything she’d felt before.

  “Oh God,” he moaned against her neck. “Oh fuck, baby. So goddamned wet on my dick.” The whispered words made Leticia gasp in desire, sending a jolt of electricity straight up her spine.

  “Yes, Jordan. This is all for you.” Biting his earlobe earned her a deep grunt and an extra hard thrust in return for her efforts. She rocked her hips up against him, pushing him a little further. “Take me. I’m yours.”

  He gasped out loud, his hands grabbing her under her ass, pulling against him harder as he licked and nibbled on her neck. She clung to him, squirming.

  “Please, Jordan. Don't ever leave me. Oh, yes. Deeper. I need more,” she pleaded, the words wrenched from her throat although she never meant to say them out loud.

  Leticia’s moans and whimpers served as background music. She murmured words of love and need into his ear. Grinding her hips against his, she felt him driving deeper into her soft flesh. “Make me yours.”

  He groaned at her words. Hot breath rushed out of him, the harsh sound loud in her ear. Lifting his head, he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as she moaned into his mouth. Breaking their kiss, he looked into her eyes, “Do you know how much I fucking love you?”

  “Yes, because I love you just as much. Now fuck me, Jordan. Make me scream your name.”

  “Fuck. I knew you were made for me.” Adjusting one of his legs higher on the bed, he shifted one of her legs so that it rested over his arm. You’re never leaving this fucking bed.”

  Eyes half-closed, she wanted to fall into the abyss, but she couldn’t resist challenging him. “Talk is cheap. Harder, baby,” she begged, digging her nails into his back, arching her body into his. His deep laughter met her ears. Could this night get any fucking better?

  He grunted, moving harder into her flesh, the wet sound of their bodies coming together filled her ears as they rocked. She moaned, meeting him, feeling every inch as he thrust harder into her, the bed shaking beneath her with his effort.

  “Oh, fuck. Jordan!” She twisted and squirmed with her ache, their body’s slick with perspiration.

  “That’s right, baby. Tell everybody who you belong to,”
he groaned, fucking her into oblivion. “Come for me, baby. Come all over daddy’s dick.”

  She moaned, clutching him and arching up, grinding her hips as her climax peaked and shuddered through her, making her cry out beneath him as her orgasm washed over her again and again.

  “God,” he grunted, her soft wetness fluttered around him, pulling him deeper. She knew the feeling had to be driving him crazy. “Oh fuck, I'm going to come!”

  Leticia felt the heat of him, a thick pulse between her legs, his shaft swelling with it and then bursting inside of her, making him groan and tremble. He collapsed onto her, his breathing deep and heavy as she felt him shivering against her neck.

  RM

  “Marry me.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Don’t act like you didn’t. Marry me. There’s no other woman for me. You’re it.” Jordan pulled her closer as he spoke, shocking the hell out of her.

  “But you can’t be serious,” she challenged. This man had lost his mind. Who asked a woman to marry them after only a few weeks of dating.

  “My dad asked my mom to marry him after only knowing her one-week. She managed to put him off for an entire month. They’ve been happily married for 37 years.” At the deer in headlights look on her face, he chuckled. “Yeah, babe, you said that out loud. Plus, if you think about it, we’ve actually been dating for more than two years. Technically, I’m behind the eight-ball.”

  “Our parents will never believe it.” Her mouth may be saying one thing, but her heart was telling her something else. She wanted to shout YES from the rooftop but needed to at least try to be the level-headed one in the room.

  “Baby, this is not a game for me.”

  Snuggling in close to him, she yawned. He sure as hell hadn’t been playing when he said she was gonna be all his tonight. Looking over at the clock, she saw that it was after two in the morning. Draping her leg over his, she closed her eyes. “What does that even mean?”