Marry Me Now: An Arranged Marriage Collection

by Wylder, Penny

  “Wait for me,” he orders, his voice a low murmur against my ear. “Don’t come until I do.”

  I hold my breath and dig my nails into my palms, trying to contain myself. But it’s hard. I’ve been teased all day and tormented up in the room just before we got here. My body is aching, dying for a release. Still, I clench myself tight, holding it in. I can feel him shuddering beneath me as he thrusts a little harder, a little faster. The water churns slightly around us, but I’m too far gone to notice, to care. He’s nearing his edge too.

  “Come in me, husband,” I breathe, tilting my head back so my lips brush his. “I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”

  He grits his teeth and groans, low enough that nobody else can hear it over the music. Then he whispers, “Come now,” and I can’t hold it back any longer.

  The orgasm hits me hard, making my whole body shake as I gasp for air. At the same time, I can feel him release too, shooting his cum deep inside me, pinning my body tightly against his with both hands. I hold myself there, shuddering with the aftershocks of ecstasy, my eyes half-closed with pleasure.

  We hear voices coming closer, and we both glance up to see Paul and Meghan returning. Luke tugs me back against him, voice hot against my ear as he whispers. “Don’t let anyone know. And don’t let a single drop of my cum slip out of you into the water,” he breathes.

  Then he releases me, and pulls out of me, at the same time letting his fingers release my bikini bottoms so they snap back into place. I clench every muscle in my body, forcing myself to act normal, to flash a smile at Paul and Meghan as I climb out of the tub on shaking legs. “Bathroom run,” I explain with a jaunty wave, before I start to hurry across the grounds. My breath is still coming fast, my cheeks flushed. It’s a good thing my bathing suit is already soaked, so nobody will notice the cum that starts to leak from my pussy, dribbling down my inner thigh as I cross the pool deck to the bathrooms.

  When I finally make it into a stall, I practically collapse against the door, my whole body trembling. My pussy feels so sensitive that even just cleaning myself up makes sparks of pleasure jump through my veins. I wait until my breathing has steadied before I venture back out of the stall and try to plaster on a normal expression, to return to the pool area.

  Fucking hell. I’d always imagined sex with Luke would be hot, but I had no idea it would be like… well… this. So hot that I’ll be ruined for fucking anyone else after this weekend.

  I push the thought to the back of my mind. We still have a whole night, and tomorrow together, too. I don’t need to think about how temporary it is yet. I don’t need to worry about what happens when this ends.

  For now, I promise myself I’ll just enjoy the ride.

  8

  We stay at the pool party until it winds down. Luke toasts me with champagne, but I barely drink even half the glass. I don’t need it. My head is already swimming with enough endorphins to make me dizzy, especially after we finally climb out of the hot tub at the end of the night to make our way back to the rooms. We bid Meghan and Paul farewell at our doors, with them heading into the room beside ours with one final wave.

  The moment the door closes behind us in our room, Luke turns back to me, grinning. “That was very impressive, earlier.” He reaches up to brush a strand of hair back from my forehead. “I had no idea you were such a naughty girl, wife.”

  “Well, you must have married me for a reason,” I reply, smiling back. There’s a flash in his eyes for a moment, some kind of emotion I can’t read. It makes my cheeks flush, suddenly worried I said the wrong thing. “I mean, fake married, of course.”

  “Of course,” he replies, his expression still dark, inscrutable. Then he drops his hand from my shoulder, only to take my hand instead. “Come on. We’d better get you dirty again.” He tugs me toward the bathroom.

  I grin, trailing after him. “Don’t you mean clean?”

  He flashes me a heated look over his shoulder. “Not at all.”

  Inside the bathroom, he strips me down. I pull his trunks off, too, and it’s immediately obvious that he’s already hard again. Damn. Man has stamina, I’ll grant him that. He notices me notice, and smirks. “I must admit, you have quite the effect on me, Celia.” He steps closer and slips one hand between my legs to cup my bare pussy, still dripping wet from the pool, and probably from renewed lust, too. After all, we spent a whole elevator ride up here in proximity to one another. Apparently just his scent is enough to make me horny now.

  “You do the same thing to me,” I whisper.

  His fingers tighten, one slipping between my pussy lips. “I can see that.” He draws his hand back and holds it to my lips. Obedient, I suck his finger between my lips and trail my tongue along his length. I can taste my own juices, sweet mingled with a hint of salt from his fingertips. I keep my eyes locked on his as I do, and swirl my tongue along the base of his finger suggestively.

  “You really are a sex-kitten, aren’t you, love?” His smile widens, his eyes taking on that dark, hungry expression that makes me shiver with anticipation. My stomach flips when he says the word love. Even though I know he doesn’t mean it, even though I know this is a temporary arrangement, I can’t help it. I’ve thought that about him too often, for too long, to miss the word now.

  “You could say that,” I reply, trying to hide the quiver in my voice, and not quite succeeding.

  Then he draws his fingertip away and turns on the shower, piping hot, enough to raise steam from the water. It begins to fog the mirrors as he tugs me into the shower with him. “At least this little kitty doesn’t mind getting wet.” He smirks and runs his hands over my body as the heated shower water cascades over me.

  I reach for him too, unable to keep my hands off of him for long. I trace my hands down across the washboard plane of his abs until I reach the V of muscles that lead my fingers down to his cock. He’s hard as a rock already, even after our rendezvous in the jacuzzi. I have a feeling Luke could keep me going for a very, very long time tonight. And I have to admit, I am not at all opposed to the idea.

  I slide my hands around the base of his shaft, marveling yet again at how thick he is, how strong he feels. There’s a solid layer of steel beneath the smooth velvet glide of his cock, and I stroke my hands along it, tracing the veins along the sides, the tight seam underneath. He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, and I smile up at him from beneath my eyelashes.

  “Do you remember what I told you about tonight, wife?” he asks.

  I glance down between us at the reminder. Don’t get me wrong, I love how even when we’re alone he still calls me that. And I love even more seeing the huge rock of a ring he gave me still on my finger, even as I start to stroke my hands back and forth, up and down the length of his shaft in a slow, rocking motion. It does something to my insides, makes me hotter than hell just imagining what it would feel like to be Mrs. Rossfield for real. Not just for the weekend, but forever.

  “Um…” I realize he’s still waiting for an answer. I think back over everything he’s said to me so far today. But it’s been a long day, and there are a lot of things I don’t want to forget, all warring for attention in my mind. Not least of which is his voice, soft and steady, telling me to come for him earlier tonight. I suppress a shiver. Then I remember what he must mean. “That you’re competitive?” I glance sideways, toward the wall that separates our room from Paul and Meghan’s.

  His smile widens. “That I’m going to have to make you scream my name, again… and again…” His hands slip down my slick sides, over the arch of my hips, and part the soft flesh of my thighs. He presses one hand between them, his fingertip parting my pussy lips to stroke me again, back and forth in a come-here motion that makes my hips rock toward him.

  I tighten my grip on his cock, both to keep up and for balance, as the pleasure starts to stir inside me. “So you want me to be loud for you, husband, is that it?” I smile up at him, sly.

  “Very.” He leans in and claims my mouth in his.
I sink into his kiss, letting him take control. He parts my lips with his tongue, at the same moment that he presses his forefinger inside my pussy. I’m a little sore already from earlier, but the soreness is quickly overtaken by pleasure as he starts to stroke his finger, in and out of me, the tip pressed against my inner walls. He curls his finger forward, and I groan into his mouth. He chuckles softly, and breaks the kiss, leaning back just far enough to study me with heated eyes. “But first, wife, my cock is still nice and dirty from our encounter earlier.” He lifts an eyebrow, suggestive, and my face flushes with understanding.

  Then again with desire.

  I sink to my knees in front of him in the shower. There’s a nice cushioned bath mat, which makes it comfortable to kneel, and I reach for his cock. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I tell him, and he chuckles again, running his hands through my hair fondly.

  “My wife is so cock-hungry. Aren’t you, kitten?”

  “Starving,” I tell him, glancing up to meet his eyes as I lean in and trail my tongue along the underside of his shaft, all the way from base to tip in one long lick. I love the view from here. Him gazing down at me with hooded eyes, his hands stroking my hair as he pulls me back toward his cock again.

  And the taste…

  When I lean back in, I cup my mouth around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue against him, licking and tasting. He tastes fucking incredible. Like salt and heat and smoke, the same way that he smells but more concentrated, heady in a way that goes straight to my head, even more than the hot water still cascading over us both.

  He groans a little under his breath, and I love that. I love knowing what an effect I have on him.

  “That’s right, wife, suck my cock,” he murmurs, and draws me closer toward him.

  I part my lips, obedient, and let his cock slide along my tongue. As he inches deeper, I slide my hands around the backs of his thighs and then up to grip his ass. Damn. He has a seriously tight ass. Sculpted and perfect beneath my hands. I tighten my grip on him and it helps to balance and brace myself when he thrusts a little deeper into my mouth, his cock sliding to the back of my tongue.

  My body tenses for a second, as my gag reflex threatens to kick in, but Luke just strokes my hair again with one hand, the other still fisted in it. “Relax, Celia. Trust me.”

  So I let go. I let him have control. And this time, when he holds the back of my head and pulls me onto his cock again, there’s no shudder, no reflexive choke. The tip of his cock slides past the back of my tongue, almost hitting the back of my throat. Then he pulls back, and I suck in air, just before he thrusts back in again. This time, he does touch the back of my throat, and inches down it a little, his cock completely filling my mouth, capturing all my senses. I moan around him with pleasure and curl my tongue up against him as he pulls out to rock back in again.

  He sucks in a sharp breath, and starts to move a little faster, rocking against me. “God, I love that sexy, tight little mouth of yours,” he murmurs. “Suck my cock, wife, suck it like you’re starving for it.”

  I tighten my lips around him and keep my jaw loose and relaxed, my tongue curled up against him. At the same time, I keep one hand tight around his ass for support and bring the other around to play with his balls, cupping and tugging gently on them.

  He groans again, and I know I’m doing something right. He starts to rock faster against me, and I let him lead, using my mouth for his pleasure. I love the way it feels. Like total surrender. I moan again, and I feel another shiver go through him.

  “Fuck, Celia, you are… fucking… perfect,” he manages, his breath coming in fits now. But just before he’s about to reach his peak, he pulls back, out of my mouth, and I cry out faintly in protest. He just chuckles, watching me, as he leans down to help me back to my feet. “Oh trust me, wife, we are nowhere near done yet.”

  The heat surges back into me, especially when he grabs my body to pin me against the wall of the shower. He lifts one of my legs, then the other, holding me against the shower wall, the steam curling around us. I wrap both legs around his thighs, and cry out when he enters me fully, in one hard thrust.

  He fucks me like that, up against the shower wall, until I scream his name with pleasure, the orgasm hitting me sooner than ever, what with how much he’s been turning me on all damn day. But he’s not finished. He carries me out of the shower, and I wind up bent over the sink, my voice echoing in the tiled bathroom as he fucks me from behind.

  “Come for me, Celia,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm hits me. This time I can’t form words, sentences. I’m too lost in the pleasure as he thrusts deep into me.

  When he finally comes with a guttural growl that makes my belly clench in pleasure, my legs are trembling so hard I can barely keep upright, and my pussy feels sore and spent. But he takes care of me, gently toweling me off and wrapping me in one of the hotel’s soft robes, before he carries me to bed and tucks me under the covers. When he climbs in beside me, I curl into his side, and he wraps both arms around me.

  I fall asleep with my head on his chest, lulled by the steady, comforting drumbeat of his heart.

  9

  I wake to the scent of coffee. Coffee, and something else, something delicious… Waffles?

  I crack one eyelid to see Luke, still dressed in the hotel bathrobe with nothing underneath, setting up what appear to be trays of room service. I laugh under my breath, disbelieving, and move to sit up and join him. But he catches my eye and shakes his head.

  “Lie back,” he commands, and I can’t help but obey. It doesn’t hurt that my limbs feel pleasantly sore, my pussy tight and used from last night. Everything throbs, but in a way that reminds me just how much pleasure we found in each other last night. How fantastic he made me feel.

  I pull over some additional pillows and adjust myself so I’m sitting up against the headboard. Then Luke brings me over a tray, with a waffle on one side piled high with fruit, and on the other, a cup of coffee and an orange juice. He settles it across my lap before leaning in to kiss me softly. “I wanted to bring my wife breakfast in bed,” he tells me, still with the ever-present playful tone in his voice.

  But there’s something in his eyes that tells me he’s getting more than just sexual pleasure out of this. He’s actually enjoying this, spoiling me. For whatever reason, I can’t quite fathom.

  Still, I’m not about to complain. I pick up the coffee, smiling at him over the brim, and then hesitate, glancing at it with a slight frown. “Oh. Is there milk in this?” I’m judging by the coffee’s paler-than-black color.

  But Luke just grins, anticipating my hesitation. “You don’t do lactose, right? I got you almond milk instead.”

  I blink in surprise. Yes, I know Luke’s coffee order off by heart. But I’m the office assistant, and I normally wind up doing the coffee runs for everyone. I didn’t realize he remembered my order too. Or why I drink almond milk normally. I smile and nod. “Thank you.”

  “Of course.” He winks. “Anything for my wife.” He picks up a tray of his own, and settles himself onto the foot of the bed, across from me.

  “I didn’t know you’d remember my coffee order,” I add, after a moment of hesitation.

  He laughs. “Why not? You’ve got mine memorized.”

  “I know, but…” My cheeks flush. I shake my head, losing my nerve. “Never mind.”

  When I look up again, I find him watching me more intently, that strange expression back in his eyes. “You know, Celia, I remember a lot of things about you.”

  “Oh?” I arch one eyebrow, smiling. “Like what, for example?”

  “Like that you have two younger siblings, who both live up in Seattle now. You grew up in the Bay Area before you moved down here. Your parents are retired and live in San Diego. Your mom used to work in the forest services, and your father was a chef.”

  My eyebrows rise higher than ever.

  But he isn’t finished yet. He curls one leg under him
self and starts to gesture with his fork like he’s conducting a PowerPoint presentation about me, getting into it. “You used to have a cat named Buttons, but you developed allergies, so you gave him to your sister. You miss having pets but you want to wait to get a dog until you, and I quote, “have the little white picket fenced house to go with one,” and you look so goddamn cute when you blush and smile like that,” he adds, winking at me again.

  I burst into laughter. Mostly to hide the stupidly happy smile that’s burgeoning on my face. “Luke…”

  He shifts closer to me on the bed. His blue eyes are so close I feel like I could trip into them at any second, fall into his gaze and forget the rest of the world. “I remember a lot about you, Celia. More than you think.” His gaze drops to my lips, as he tilts a fraction of a foot closer. I mirror him, until our noses are almost touching. “You’re the kind of woman who makes me want to pay attention.”

  “Oh?” I can feel his breath on my lips, and I’m sure he feels mine on his. I bend a little closer, so my lips brush against his as I speak. “Why is that, exactly? Just because I’m irresistible?”

  “Exactly.” He grins, and then he kisses me, and fireworks explode in my belly, curling outward toward my fingers and toes, until every nerve ending feels electric. When we break apart once more, he smiles at me, softer this time. “And, because I’m the best husband ever,” he adds, and I laugh again as he leans back over to pick up his fork once more.

  We eat for a few minutes, me watching him out of the corners of my eyes and pretending to look away whenever he catches me. He shifts topics, talking about the day ahead of us, the spa we should check out in the hotel and the sunset drinks he’s planned for us later. All the while, I can’t shake his voice from my mind. You’re the kind of woman who makes me want to pay attention.

  All this time we’ve been working together, all the time that I’ve been secretly crushing on him and writing fanfics about an imaginary dream I never thought could happen in real life… Has he been doing the same? Has he been thinking about me like that too?