Marry Me, Right Now : (Marriage of Convenience Romance, Toronto)

by Haley Travis

  Everyone applauded and sipped their champagne, then it was Lauren’s turn. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous. She occasionally got a little rowdy and inappropriate after a few glasses of wine, and she had always had a deep distrust of rich people. This would be her ultimate chance to stick it to the man, in her eyes, but I was fairly certain she wouldn’t do that to me.

  “I’d like to raise a glass to Mia and Jacob.” Everyone in the room followed suit.

  “They’re a bit of a weird couple, but many of us prefer the weird to the normal, so that’s absolutely fine.”

  I was relieved to see that the rich people laughed right along with my friends.

  “Is it weird that they kept their love a secret for so long? Well, yes. But love is strange. Life is unusual. These two weirdos have found each other, and it’s a beautiful thing. Mia and I always check out each other's boyfriends, and give honest feedback. But the look in her eyes when I asked her how Jacob really treated her was a refreshing change.”

  She paused, and I found myself holding my breath, begging for her not to go into detail about our usual boyfriend questions.

  “She said that Jacob brought balance into her life, and I’ve never heard her say such a thing before.” Lauren raised her glass. “Bright blessings, Mia and Jacob. May you bring each other balance, harmony, peace, and endless love.”

  Everyone cheered and sipped their champagne as I hugged her. “Thanks so much for not mentioning the fourth question,” I whispered into her ear.

  “I almost did, but I knew you’d kill me.”

  “Damn straight I would.”

  As I sat down, Jacob leaned over to me. “What’s question four?” I couldn’t believe he picked that up. He could tell by the positively horrified look in my eyes that it was something interesting. “Okay, you have your little secrets. I’ll tease it out of you later.”

  I sipped my water, trying not to think about having that question answered. Jacob was so sexy, sweet, and really listened. There was no doubt that he was indeed “a champ” in that department. But finding out could mean disaster if things went sideways.

  And if I’ve learned anything about men, it’s that as soon as sex was involved, everything goes off the rails. No matter how romantic everything was, I had to hold myself together and not give in to my animal urges. I almost started giggling to myself as I realized I had to start behaving like a rich person – keep a stiff upper lip, and do what was right for the family.

  When people finally began to leave, I was inundated with hugs and kisses, promises that I was part of the family now, promises that we’d stay close even though I was now a fancy married lady, and endless dinner invitations.

  It was darling, but overwhelming. I was hitting a level of exhaustion that was becoming its own entity. Rayanne and Lauren appeared with my purse and giant hugs.

  “Girl, I have to say, you threw a great hootenanny,” Rayanne said quite seriously. “I don’t know how you kept it chill while being so fancy, but the mix was perfect.”

  I clasped her hand, squeezing hard. “Thank you. That’s exactly what I was going for, and I’m so relieved that it worked.”

  Lauren looked at me carefully. “Mia, sweetie, you’re really tired. You need to get to bed.”

  “You think she’ll be sleeping tonight?” Rayanne giggled.

  “At least she’ll be off her feet,” Lauren laughed.

  I felt familiar arms circle me from behind. “How’s my girl holding up?” Jacob asked them.

  “She’s exhausted,” Lauren told him with a pointed glance.

  “I’ll take care of her, I promise.” He released me, giving them each a warm hug. “Thank you for your help, ladies. You mean the world to Mia, and I’m really glad she has such great people looking out for her.”

  Watching him being so sweet with my friends was so darling that I nearly burst into tears. Wow, I was past tired and getting into a weirdly overemotional territory.

  Jacob bundled me into the elevator and had me safely on the top floor in our hotel suite in a flash, where I went into zombie autopilot. I still couldn’t believe that we couldn’t go back to his condo for the night, but apparently the honeymoon suite came with whatever wedding package Jacob’s mother negotiated.

  After scrubbing my face, brushing out my hair, and finding the tank top and shorts I packed to sleep in, I crawled into one side of the enormous bed and laid still.

  “Well, that was an interesting day,” I said softly, my eyes barely to follow Jacob around the room as he stripped down to his shorts. He brought us both big glasses of water, then got into the far side of the bed.

  I’d heard of a king-sized mattress, but this must have been emperor-sized. There was room for at least seven. I was disappointed that there would be no excuse for accidentally cuddling, thinking of that amazing night on top of him on the couch. But I was so wired I likely wouldn’t have been able to control myself.

  JACOB

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  WEDDING NIGHT

  I turned the lights down before stripping to my shorts. Being so close to Mia all day was driving me to the edge. I was nearly twitching with arousal, so I was trying to keep my distance from her. Having an excuse to cuddle her, touch her, reach for her all day long was incredible, and I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to turn it back off immediately.

  “You know, I’ve seen movies where the wedding lingerie is all that lace stuff... Looks like a complicated contraption. What you’re wearing here is far sexier.” I tried to sound casual, but seeing how gorgeous she was after all of the glamorous makeup came off was astounding.

  I handed her a glass of water. “Anti-champagne hangover program.”

  “Thanks.”

  She drank half of the glass, then set it down, fluffed her pillow, and snuggled under the sheets. I automatically reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear, giving her a little kiss on the forehead.

  “You were fabulous today,” I said softly.

  Her eyes were dreamily soft. “Yeah, we were the stars of our show. You were amazing.”

  “How drunk are you right now?”

  She smirked. “Not at all. I held that full glass of champagne for hours so nobody would try to force more on me. I think I had three glasses over five hours, so I’m very slightly mellow, at most.”

  “Did you have a nice wedding?”

  “Yes, it was fabulous. Did you?”

  “Absolutely.” I paused, trying not to think of those astounding legs stretching out beside me. “And what’s question number four?”

  Her eyes flew open, startled. She blushed prettily, her pupils wide with shock. “Nothing,” she said after a second. “Just a silly girl joke.”

  “So why not tell me?”

  Her lips quivered so invitingly it was torture to not kiss her. “It’s private.”

  “Ah, so it’s about sex.”

  She flushed deeper. “Stop it. I’m not telling you.”

  “Okay, I’ll guess.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.” She glared at me as if she were genuinely thinking of slapping me. Watching her get this fired up was so hot there was no way I could stop.

  “Well, let’s see,” I said, sitting up. “It’s something that girls discuss, and it’s obviously about sex or you wouldn’t be blushing that hard.”

  Her hand flew to her cheek. “Dammit.”

  “I’ll bet that you were having a conversation about how I treated you. One of those girlfriend check in things, where you have to make sure the man is good enough for your friend.” Mia’s eyes tightened. I was definitely on the right track.

  “If your friend is being treated right, that means she’s getting everything she needs. A man who listens, a man who takes care of her.” Her lips were pressed together in a straight line. She really didn’t want me to say it, but I couldn’t resist.

  “She asked if I go down on you enough and if I truly please you.” I’d obviously hit the nail on the head. Her eyes and mouth flew open, making he
r look even more like a perfect doll. Something deep in my mind snapped.

  We were in bed together, scantily clad and freshly married. Having sex right now would either be the best or worst thing we could do. Maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible if I just took care of her instead.

  My hand reached for her without thinking, running my thumb along her cheekbone. Leaning into my hand, her glare softened. “Is that what you like?” I whispered. “A man who is dedicated to your pleasure?” She was frozen, so I took hold of her chin, tipping it up and down in a little nod, making her smile. “You want a man’s mouth between your legs, driving you crazy?”

  This time she nodded on her own, pushing my hand up and down gently.

  I leaned closer, the sweet fragrance of her hair making me nearly lose control. “Mia, my gorgeous new wife,” I asked softly, “May I do that, and help you relax after a very stressful day?”

  She nodded again, with a strange, dreamy look.

  I moved over so that I was right beside her. Pulling back the sheet, her perky dark nipples were visible through the thin fabric, begging to be touched. Gliding my hand across her taut stomach, I hitched up her tank top, releasing her incredible round breasts. My blood suddenly headed south, but I tried to focus. “How about I start with these, to get you warmed up?”

  She nodded, almost looking like she was high.

  I stopped, leaning in to examine her eyes closely. “You’re sure you’re not drunk?”

  “No, not at all.” She shook her head. “Just, um, surprised. Overwhelmed.”

  My hand scooped up her breast as I lowered my lips to suck gently at the rosy circle of skin. She was so soft, so perfect. “You’re obviously exhausted,” I said softly. “If you want me to stop, please just say so. But I think I should likely make you come so that you can get a good night’s sleep.”

  “Mmm hmm,” she moaned, as I took hold of her breasts, alternating sucking and licking both nipples. She melted back against the bed as if she were falling.

  Her fingers wrapped in the back of my hair, pulling my mouth to hers, then I was lost in her lips, lying almost on top of her while she absolutely moaned for me. My shoulders were practically shaking from the connection when her sweet little tongue entered my mouth. The pull I felt from her was so intense it was like we’d been magnetized.

  I’d never held a girl so precious, and the way she was kissing me with this level of ferocity was arousing me nearly past the point of no return. My erection was pressing against her hip so hard I had to rip myself away before I lost my mind.

  I could have kissed her like this for hours. The way her lips moved against mine so naturally, so perfectly, was intoxicating.

  I moved down, pulling her shorts off slowly, down those endless legs, and tossing them to the floor. I knew this was a bad idea, but I just couldn’t stop. My lips began at her ankle bones, moving back and forth between her legs, kissing and stroking, my hands everywhere as I worked my way north.

  Her tiny gasps excited me on a level I’d never felt before. I’ve had my fair share of hot women, but none of them had ever made me feel actually heated inside, through and through. I needed to worship her. I needed to please her more than I needed air.

  Spreading her thighs slowly, I worked up, trailing my fingers along her hip bones as I nuzzled my lips directly against her dainty pink lips. She went crazy, squirming as she bent her knees upward, opening herself completely. Lapping upward along her soft folds, dragging my tongue against her skin, her little cries made my blood boil.

  My concentration focused on listening to her every noise, pleasing her as much as possible, which thankfully decreased my erection. I needed to make her mine, but not tonight. This was about pleasing the breathtaking girl who was transforming my life.

  Running my thumbs along her labia, I opened her pussy with my tongue, thrusting gently while she moaned quietly. “Oh,” she sighed softly, “Jacob, that’s so good.”

  She smelled so sweet, with just a tiny tang of salt. Positively luscious. Flicking my tongue upward, I began lapping against her clit, gliding a finger inside her. She was quite wet, and very snug. Feeling the inside of her body, so private, felt like a strange bonding I hadn’t expected. Instead of driving in and out, I massaged her in circles, opening her gently.

  “Do you like this, gorgeous?” I breathed, licking firmly against her little pink pearl as I added a second finger inside her.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  “And this?” I murmured against her skin as I added a third finger, turning my palm up so that I could press into the upper wall of her tunnel right below her clit, finding her g-spot. Once I found the slightly firmer bit of skin, I massaged that area while gliding into her slow and deep with my fingers. Pressing my tongue harder, I hoped that I was using the perfect amount of pressure on her sensitive nerve cluster.

  I loved that she was letting me be so intimate, raw. She was holding nothing back, giving herself to me completely. Hearing myself moan against her silky skin, I skimmed my free hand up to massage her hip bone, meander along her stomach, wander all over her body.

  She gasped, and I looked up as her eyes locked with mine. We stared into each other, bonded, captive, as I worked steadily to give her everything she needed. Her shoulders heaved and her pretty rosebud mouth dropped open as she panted, choking for air as everything within her seemed to clench and tighten.

  “Oh... Oh, Ja... cob...” Clutching my hair, Mia completely shattered, crying out wordlessly as every muscle shook from the force that flew through her. I licked and thrust harder, working every nerve as she came, staring deeply into her beautiful eyes the whole time.

  Finally her head fell back, and her fingers unclenched from my head. I genuinely wasn’t sure which of us was more satisfied at that moment. The thrill of watching her lose herself was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

  I gently moved my lips up to kiss her stomach until she giggled, then pulled her top back down and the sheets over us as I laid beside her. She was staring at the ceiling so intently I actually looked up to see if there was a moth or something. “Are you okay, Mia?” I whispered. A cold feeling settled in my spine as I realized I may have made a huge mistake.

  She rolled toward me, propping herself up on an elbow, grinning. “I... I feel hollow. Like I’ve just time-traveled or something. Wow.”

  My relieved chuckling filled the room. “Okay, now will you please tell me precisely what question four was?”

  Mia’s head fell back as she laughed so hard she shook. “Whenever Rayanne is checking in about anyone’s boyfriend, she asks if he eats pussy like a champ.” We laughed together, and she snuggled up into my arms.

  “Well, that was just my first try with you. It’s going to take several sessions before I know precisely what you like, and can read each little noise.”

  Mia looked at me oddly. “Jacob, no man has ever made me come before, and that was the biggest orgasm of my life.”

  “What?” I was horrified. “Didn’t they try?”

  “Yeah, in half-assed ways, I guess. But I couldn’t relax enough. I’m not really comfortable around most men. So I’d just use my fingers on myself while they… you know.” Her eyes flew open in shock. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe I just said that.”

  “I’m glad you shared with me.”

  I pulled her tank top up at the back so I could stroke her petal-soft skin. “That backless dress was driving me crazy all day,” I confessed.

  “I thought it would be perfect to make us both calm, but I didn’t mean to drive you crazy,” she giggled. Then she looked at me intently. “Oh,” she said, trying to sit up but I held her down.

  “Tell me, but stay right here.”

  “Well, um... Don’t you want...”

  I kissed her forehead. “I just got my fill of the most luscious woman in the city. I’m good.”

  “But–”

  “Shh. Snuggles. Sleep.” She seemed reluctant, but I didn’t want her to feel obligated to retur
n the favor. If she chose to give herself to me freely someday, that would be her choice, and I’d be thrilled. But taking her right now would seem like I was pressuring her. I couldn’t feel right about having sex with her on our wedding night, even though she was wearing nothing but a semi-transparent top and a wide smile as she curled up against my chest.

  MIA

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  FIRST MORNING MARRIED

  I woke up cuddled in strong arms, feeling utterly relaxed for the first time in months. “Good morning,” Jacob whispered, kissing the top of my head.

  I stretched gently, then remembered what had happened last night. My thighs automatically clamped together, reliving that overwhelming surge of desire. Can you still have aftershocks from a wild orgasm hours later? My entire body still felt like it had been dipped in tranquilizers.