by Alexa Riley
Her pussy is like a ripe peach, slick and sweet as she falls over the edge of pleasure. I lap at her like a kitten with cream and don’t miss a drop. She purrs and I smile against her, thinking how appropriate that response is.
When I look up I see her playing with her nipples and the sparkle of the ring on her finger catches my eye. She’s mine now and I’m going to make certain of it in every way possible.
I jerk open the front of my jeans and push them down just enough to free my cock. It juts out thick and proud between us with the rounded head dark and desperate. I grab the base and slide it through her honeyed lips, feeling the heat of her pussy wrap around it.
“I need you,” I manage to choke out as I slide in just a few inches. Her tight channel barely lets me in and I groan, making her take more. “Please.”
“It’s too big.” Her hips struggle against my hold and I slide out a little as she tries to back up.
“It’s not too big, I’ll be gentle.” I hold her hips steady as I sink back into her and feel her hot sheath squeeze me. “That’s it, good girl.”
She moans but doesn’t fight me, and I keep going a few more inches at a time.
She cries out just when the barrier of her virginity breaks and I thrust all the way inside. When I do, I gather her against me and pull her to my body. I kneel down on the floor so she can straddle me as I wrap her in my arms. She pulls at my shirt and I take it off so we can be skin on skin in every way imaginable.
I kiss her everywhere my lips can touch as she settles onto my cock. I hold her ass and rock her slowly and gently until she can get used to it. I had a feeling my sweet angel would be just as sweet and innocent as she is and my cock is bigger and harder than ever before because it’s inside her.
“I love you,” I whisper against her neck as I lift her a little and then slide her back down. She might be on top of my cock, but I’m still the one in control. I can tell from the way she moans and the way she grips me tight that she doesn’t have a problem with it.
She cries out as I slip a finger around the back of her and against her ass. I press it there and tease her as she wiggles on my cock. Her pussy tightens and I swear to God if she does it again I’m going to lose control. It’s taking everything in me to not cum just like this and she’s making it more difficult by the second.
Her breath catches as I lift her and then slide her back down. I make sure my cock glides over her clit with every thrust, and before she knows it, she’s riding me.
“It’s so deep inside me, I can feel you everywhere.”
I kiss her breastbone then lick my way up her neck. I pinch her nipple and bite the shell of her ear at the same time and she cries out.
“I’m not going to last but you keep on going, sweet girl. He’s not going anywhere any time soon.”
I hold her against me just as the dam breaks and I can’t hold back any longer. She wiggles her hips as my heat floods her body and a rush of hot pleasure shoots through my veins. It’s heavy and even though I know my cock is drained, the feeling of cumming goes on and on.
It’s so hard that I see spots on the edge of my vision and I’m glad I’m already on the ground or I might have hit the floor. Her tight wet heat grips me and her own orgasm is triggered by mine. I hold her steady as I thrust into her, unwilling to let her take over. It’s my honor to make her cum and I’ll be damned if she takes it from me.
I’m still hard and throbbing inside of her even when the last of her orgasm has run through her. I move my hands slower now that we’re both not in a frenzy of need, but I don’t want her any less than the second I walked in this room. I don’t think there will ever be a time when I don’t ache for her like this.
“Now this time I want you under me,” I say, standing up with her still on my cock.
“Again?” Her eyes widen in surprise. “I thought you’d need a second, or…” She looks down to where we’re joined as I flex my cock inside her.
“I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 14
Pippa
I let out a small surprised scream when my feet leave the floor as Timber picks me up and sets me on the kitchen counter. It’s probably the only empty space at the moment since the food is over-following in here and everyone is getting ready for tonight.
“Got you,” he says with a grumpy look on his face. “You move fast for someone so tiny.” I laugh because I don’t think I’m tiny. Short maybe, but not tiny. Besides, to Timber everyone is small.
“I’m busy.”
I’ve been going since my feet hit the floor this morning. Time is ticking until not only the party, but until my sister gets here. I want her to see that I have everything under control. That we are ready to rock and roll and all she needs to do is ready herself. I’m sure she’ll be wound up because she wasn’t able to be here to make sure everything is perfect. She can be a bit of a perfectionist and I want her to relax for once and enjoy herself tonight. She’s been working too much and I’m going to have to bite my tongue so I don’t say something to her boss.
“I miss you,” he whispers against my neck, and I melt into him.
I thought he was grouchy because he’s going to have to go to a party tonight. Nope, it’s because the party was keeping me too busy to shower him with attention. How quickly things have changed in such a short time.
“I miss you too,” I sigh, enjoying his warmth and how easily this came for us.
He wasn't joking when he said he wanted me and that he was sorry for pushing me away. He’s spent every moment proving that. He’s even been pitching in with helping with the party. He has to because he's usually distracting me and I forget what I’m doing and end up back in bed with him. Okay, it isn't always a bed but it’s always with my back pressed up against something while we find pleasure in each other.
I pull back from kissing him and I hate that I have to, but after tonight this will all be over with. We’re not doing any more crazy party-planning because I don’t want to feel like I’m about to pull my hair out. Who knew planning a party could be so freaking stressful? If it were up to me it would be Timber and me alone to enjoy each other with no interruptions.
“I didn't come to steal a kiss.” He smirks and the look is killer. I have to stop myself from pulling him back down to me and kissing him all over again.
“Oh, I know what you want.” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully, then I hear Celia clear her throat, reminding us we’re in the kitchen with other people. There’s a full-on cooking crew around us and I swear I forgot about everyone else with one look from Timber.
“I always want that, but the flowers are here.”
I told Timber about the whole flower mess the next morning when I woke up and he told me to let him handle it. So I did. If he wanted to handle the flowers then so be it; I knew that he’d make it perfect.
He pulls me off the counter and my diamond reflects in the light. Timber hasn't brought up the ring or the fact that I haven't answered him. He still says he loves me but I find myself scared to say the words back and to tell him I’ll marry him. I think I still have a tiny fear that he could change his mind and go running for the hills. That I’ll wake up one morning and he’ll be gone even though nothing he’s done since he put the ring on my finger has shown me otherwise. I can’t believe that I’ve somehow tamed the beast inside the castle and now he’s all mine.
He guides me towards the front of the house and everyone moves out of the way. There are people everywhere and they’re all in a hurry. They’re either decorating or getting the chairs and tables set up. It’s organized chaos and I can’t believe I’ve done it.
“I hope our wedding isn't this big. I think we should do something smaller,” Timber says as we walk out the front door. I almost trip over my own feet because it catches me off guard, but his arm comes around me and keeps me from falling.
He lets out a deep laugh so loud that Simon turns around from where he’s standing to look at us. I can’t help but smile because
I adore the sound of his happiness.
“Are you excited about the flowers?” I nod, thinking yeah, we’ll go with that for now.
“I told you I’d take care of it.”
I stop and stare as thousands of beautiful flowers come flowing from a crew of white vans in the driveway. People bustle past us carrying bushels inside and every one of them is breathtaking.
“There are so many,” I say in awe. Did he get every flower in the city? He plucks one from a giant vase passing by and gives it to me.
“This one smells like you. It’s why I picked it.” I stare at the beautiful white flower before bringing it to my nose. The smell of sweet creamy peaches fills my nose as the soft petals brush against my skin. “It’s called a frangipani.”
“It’s perfect.” I tilt my head back, offering Timber another kiss.
I’m going to marry this man. I love him and I think I have since that very first day. It was too easy to give in to living with him. I gave him crap about running from me but now here I am hiding behind fear.
“Timber,” I say against his mouth. Should I tell him now or wait until we’re alone?
“Pippa!”
I turn my head at the sound of my sister's voice. She’s practically running up the long driveway since the white vans have blocked the path. She can freaking move for a woman with heels and a tight pencil skirt on. Her eyes are wide as they bounce between Timber and me.
“Hey!” I raise a hand, giving a little wave, but drop it quickly when I see my engagement ring. This might not be the time for her to learn about all that. She could blow a gasket. She has a party to focus on and we can talk about that later because I know she’s going to say we got engaged too quick. I put my hand behind my back as casually as possible. I can at least wait until the party is over. She’ll find out when she sees I won’t be coming back home with her. That thought sets me off kilter for a moment. I won't be going home because this is my home now. Warmth blooms inside me and excitement bubbles up.
Myra stops when she reaches us and I go in for a hug because she just stands there looking between us.
“You were kissing him,” she says in my ear while she hugs me back.
“Yeah, sometimes people kiss,” I tease and pull away. “Timber, this is my sister Myra. Myra, this is Timber Grayson.” He holds his hand out to shake my sister’s and her mouth falls open.
She recovers quickly like she always does because this is what she’s good at. “The same Mr. Grayson who wouldn’t bother to answer a call from me?” She raises one of her perfect eyebrows at him while keeping her voice soft.
“The one you sent me to come talk to,” I slip in, and she drops his hand. Timber only shrugs like he doesn’t have a care in the world and then she’s the one to chuckle.
“Thank you for letting us use your home for the party.” She smiles, but it doesn't meet her eyes. “If you don’t mind, I’d love a moment alone with my baby sister.”
“Of course,” Timber agrees, but he doesn't look like he wants to. “You can use my office.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder as he guides me back into the house.
I have to fight not to laugh because I know neither of them will find this funny. Timber wants me back in the house and I can feel the tension in his body. The sound of my sister’s heels on the marble floor alerts me that she’s following us.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper to reassure him. I feel a trace of tension leave his body and he kisses me on top of the head. As he opens one of the doors to his office, he ushers me in and holds the door open for my sister too.
“I’ll make sure everything is going as you instructed,” he says with his eyes locked on me.
“Thank you.” I smile brightly to try to reassure him that everything is going to be fine.
My sister might lose her cool when she finds out everything, but she’ll have to learn to deal with it. I know she wants to say something but we are in his house, a house he’s letting us use for a party. She’ll bite her tongue for now or at least until the door closes.
“Give me a kiss,” I say to Timber as I tilt my head back and rise up on my tiptoes. After he does as I ask, I pat him on the chest. “I’ll be out in a few. I still need to get ready.” I wink at him, letting him know he can help me get ready. He lets out a long sigh before stepping back and letting the door close. When I turn to face my sister she’s got her hands on her hips.
“Is that a ring on your finger?” she asks.
I look down at my beautiful engagement ring, knowing now that Timber put it there, it’s never leaving. I have no idea how I thought I was going to hide it since it’s unmissable. I shouldn't have tried to hide it to begin with and it’s probably what put Timber on edge. He doesn’t miss anything when it comes to me.
“Looks like we’re planning another party!” I smile at her at my desperate attempt to lighten the mood. She shakes her head no. “Myra.”
I walk over and grab her hand and then pull her onto the sofa. I’m going to have to talk her down.
“I’ve only been gone a few weeks and you’re getting married?!” she shouts.
I don’t know if she’s trying to reason with me or process the news herself. I want to tell her I love him, but Timber will be the first person who hears that. I should’ve said it the first time we made love.
“When you know you know.” I nudge her shoulder with mine.
I was never one to date and knew that when I found the one I’d likely fall head over heels. It’s how I am and I know that about myself.
“You always lead with your heart. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She reaches out and grabs my hand.
It’s too late for that. The man already has my heart whether we’re married or not. I have a feeling my sister knows that too and it’s why she’s not totally losing it. There’s no going back.
“I’m happy here. This is what I’ve been searching for.” It’s the truth. I was drifting with no idea what I was going to do with my life. Now I feel at peace inside and I’m no longer looking for what’s coming. Timber is it.
“Okay.” She lets out a long sigh. “We have a party to finish getting ready for before my asshole of a boss shows up.” She smiles as she says it and I laugh and hug her.
“You should quit,” I tease her.
“I’m going to.” Now I’m the one to stare in shock. “I think I’ll live it up tonight and go out with a bang.”
She smirks and I know she’s not joking. She’s got that look in her eyes. The one she gets when she’s done. For the first time I actually feel bad for that jerk. He’s not going to know what hit him.
Chapter 15
Timber
I’m on the stairs near my office waiting for Pippa to come out. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but maybe it’s because she still hasn’t said I love you back. I know she does, I can see it in her eyes, she just has to be brave enough to say the words.
There’s a noise behind me and I turn around thinking I must have imagined it. But after a second I hear something again. I glance at my office one last time before curiosity gets the better of me and I climb the stairs away from Pippa and towards the sound.
The last time I saw Simon he was dealing with the florists. He’s the only one besides Pippa and me allowed up there and the sound has the back of my neck tingling.
“Hey, in here,” I hear someone hiss.
My brows furrow as I climb the stairs faster. Did someone sneak in here without us knowing? I shove my phone in my jeans and hit the number on my cell. It sends a signal to the security who have been watching the outside of the house all day. I don’t know how long it will take them to get here but I’m not taking any chances.
“There’s got to be something we can grab,” another voice says from the end of the hall.
I slow my approach, the carpet cushioning my steps, and get closer to the bedroom I put Pippa in when she first got here. Most of it has been moved out and it’s in my room now. The one we call ours.
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br /> “This place is a fucking castle. There’s probably gold bars laying around.” I hear a shuffle and then someone else talks.
“She must not suck dick because I don’t see any jewelry.”
My vision turns red and I ball my fists up as I move right outside the door. I raise my foot and with one swift kick, the ancient dark wood splinters and it disintegrates. The air is filled with dust and debris as I stand there fuming and waiting for it to clear. Once I can see through the cloud of wood, I see two young shitheads standing in our bedroom with wide eyes of terror locked on me.
“You two fuckers are dead!” I bellow and I can hear it echo off the walls. That’s when I hear the pounding of footsteps behind me as my security team no doubt got the page.
“Oh shit!” one of the little bitches cries as he’s frozen in place.
“Mr. Grayson?”
I hear the security guard behind me as I walk slowly towards the guys who are wearing shirts that have the logo for the chair rental company on them. I grind my teeth knowing they should have been long gone but must have stayed behind to snoop.
“We’re sorry, mister, we were just—”
“Lost,” the other guy finishes, but he knows I’m not buying it.
“Take the young men into custody. I’ve called the authorities,” Simon says in his cool calm voice. “Just as they were leaving the flowers were delivered and the headcount was miscalculated. These were the two that were unaccounted for.”
“Please arrest us,” one of them calls over my shoulder to Simon as I stalk closer.
“You’re smarter than you look,” I growl low in my chest.
I want to beat on these little shits for breaking into my house and thinking they could take something. I want to turn them into pulp for disrespecting my woman and coming anywhere near her possessions. I want to get out all of my fears and frustrations on them, so that I can feel better.
I grab the closest one by the collar of his shirt and lift him off the ground. His face turns white as a sheet and I toss him over to where the security is standing and he crumples to the ground, moaning.
