Mr Right Stuff

by Sophie Brooks

  After treating the other breast to the same process, I let go of her hands so that I could support myself as I worked my way lower. Her fingers immediately went to my short hair, clutching my head… and urging me down the bed.

  I was happy to comply. I’d dreamed about this, too—the moment when Kate would be completely open to me. The moment when I could make her scream with pleasure. The moment I could make her eyes roll back in her head.

  I kissed a circle around her navel, and I sat up, kneeling between her spread thighs. God, the way she looked right now… her long wavy hair disheveled, her mouth open and wanting, her breasts heaving—suddenly it all hit me. She was truly mine now, and I was hers. There wasn’t anything keeping us apart. I didn’t have to wait any longer—and neither did she.

  Leaning back, I ran my hands up her smooth legs. When I reached her knees, I lifted them, one at a time, folding them up to her chest. “Can you hold these for me? There’s something I need to take care of.” I winked at her.

  Blushing, she wrapped her hands around her legs, keeping them parted. Trusting me. Wanting me. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  I leaned down and blew warm air over her soft, pink folds, and she shivered in anticipation. With one long index finger, I traced along her moist seam, feeling the heat radiating from her body. And suddenly feeling it wasn’t enough—I wanted to taste it.

  After tilting her hips upward, I licked along her warm seam, a long lick that made her squirm in anticipation. When I slipped my tongue inside her folds, finding her clit and circling it, she moaned. “Oh god, Ethan, please don’t stop.”

  “Wasn’t going to,” I said, directing my words directly at her core, my warm breath gliding over her even warmer skin. I resumed circling her clit, endless circles that her squirming and begging for more. And I gave her more—but not what she was asking for. I parted her folds with my finger and circled her entrance, much the way I was circling her clit with my tongue.

  “Yessss…” she hissed, and I pushed my finger inside her tight channel at the same time I flicked my tongue directly across her clit. “That feels so… so…” Her words ended in a groan as I flicked faster with my tongue and slid a second finger into her.

  Stroking deep inside her, I found the spot that made her thrash around on the bed, and I had to use one hand to hold her steady as I worked her clit faster and faster.

  Her legs were trembling, and I could feel how close she was. Plus, I could hear it.

  “Yes… god, yes… yes…”

  She was so close. I wanted more than anything to push her over the brink.

  “Yes… please… yes… no.”

  No? I stilled my fingers inside her for a moment and listened to her panting, her body still trembling.

  “Please, Ethan,” she said, her voice desperate. “I want you inside me. I want to come together.”

  “We will,” I murmured against her folds. “After I make you come once. Or maybe twice.”

  “No,” she said, still close to the edge. “It’s our wedding night. Please let’s come together.”

  Who was I to argue with that? My cock was rock hard and definitely unhappy about the lack of attention it was getting. With a final stroke of her g-spot, I withdrew my hand and sat up, reaching for the foil packet I’d placed on the bed.

  Kate immediately put her feet up on my shoulders, and I positioned myself at her entrance. Now I could see her eyes, see the desire in them, and I was glad she’d wanted to finish like this. “You are a goddess,” I told her as a plunged inside her, making her cry out.

  Her back arched as she welcomed me inside of her. She felt amazing. So warm. So tight. So right. I filled her with long, slow thrusts, but she didn’t want that.

  “Please, more. I need you so badly,” she begged.

  I was happy to oblige. I thrust into her faster, feeling her tighten around me, as if she never wanted to let me go. God, she felt good. Hard to believe that this gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman wanted me as much as I wanted her. Loved me as much as I loved her.

  Smiling down at her, I reached between us and found her clit again. Her immediate gasp showed me how close she was, and I sped up my thrusts.

  “Ethan…” she cried out, squeezing me even harder, her legs trembling again.

  “Come for me, Kate.”

  And she did, seeming to explode, her body thrashing around, almost as if she was trying to buck me off. But I held firm, pushing into her one, two, three more times and then holding myself deep inside her, filling her as she spasmed around me.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as I came hard. Somehow, I managed to keep my finger on her clit, prolonging her orgasm. The way she was milking my cock for all she was worth was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt.

  Which made sense—she was the most amazing woman I’d ever met.

  After our mutual cries died out, I collapsed on her chest, both of us breathing heavily. Kate wrapped her arms and legs around me as if she wasn’t planning to let me go anytime soon. Which worked out well because there was no way in hell I was leaving.

  For a long time, I held her in my arms, unwilling to let go. She was warm, and open, and loving, and she was all mine. In a few hours we’d say ‘I do’ and it would be official.

  Kate seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “I can’t believe we’re going to be married—for real. Today.”

  “It does sound pretty unreal when you think that yesterday I was afraid I’d never see you again.”

  My fiancée was quiet for a moment. “Are we crazy?”

  I ran my hand down her flat stomach, stroking her like the cherished possession she was. “Because it’s so fast?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe. But these past few weeks, I kept thinking how much I wanted more time with you. I knew we could work things out if only we had more time before you vanished to the other side of the world. And before our fake cheating scandal meant that we were supposed to have nothing to do with each other going forward. But now we have all the time in the world.”

  The look on Kate’s face told me she felt the same way. “Leaving you at the rehearsal dinner yesterday was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. If you hadn’t come after me… I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed a single moment of the trip. I just kept thinking that you should be there. With me. I realize we haven’t known each other for that long, but… it just feels right. Even though it started out fake, it feels real now.”

  “Sometimes you just know. Did I ever tell you that my grandparents only knew each other for six weeks before they got married?”

  “Really?” Kate twisted around, settling on her side. I tried not to get distracted by her gorgeous breasts bobbing as she moved. “And everything turned out well for them.”

  “More than well. They ended up with a smart, handsome, and not-at-all-conceited grandson. Now, they’ll have an amazingly beautiful, intelligent, and talented granddaughter-in-law. Though I’m pretty sure my grandmother already thinks of you as the daughter or granddaughter she never had.”

  Kate’s smile was lovely to behold. “I was almost as upset about hurting her as I was about leaving you. She’s wonderful. I mean, they both are, but with all the wedding planning, I’ve spent a whole lot more time with her.”

  “She loves you already—but not as much as I do.” I planted a kiss on the tip of her nose while gliding my hand up and down her hip. We still had hours before we landed, and I intended to make the most of them.

  But Kate wasn’t ready to succumb to passion again just yet. Instead, there was a contemplative look on her face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I was just thinking how none of this would ever have happened if your grandmother hadn’t thought I matched that description you made up.”

  Huh? “What description?”

  “Remember how she said you lied and said you were dating someone, and you described a woman who had wavy brown hair? If you’d said you were dating a blonde or a redhead
, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

  “Oh.” I chuckled. It all seemed so long ago now. “About that…”

  “What?” Suddenly, her expression darkened. “Were you describing a real woman? Oh my god, were you seeing someone back then?”

  “Yes,” I said, a smile playing at my lips. “I was seeing someone—you.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you. I kept finding excuses to be in the lobby at exactly ten thirty when you showed up to get your chai tea latte. I didn’t know who you were or what department you worked for, but you were—and are—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  Kate’s mouth had dropped open. “That’s why I kept seeing you there? I thought maybe you got better reception in the lobby. You always seemed to be on the phone.”

  I winked at her. “Most of those calls were fake so that I could watch you without getting caught.” For some reason, I was absurdly pleased that she’d noticed me back then, too.

  “But why… why didn’t you come talk to me?” She smiled. “I’d have bought you a chai, too.”

  “Because I was an idiot. I thought it would be opening a can of worms to pursue someone who worked for me. And… I don’t know. My grandparents harped on the idea that marriage was the only path forward for so long that dating felt like a duty, not something to actually enjoy. I went to restaurants with grandparent-approved socialites, and it felt like the chores they used to assign me when I was a kid. So watching you was the one thing I did for myself. It gave me something happy to focus on during the day, wondering what your voice sounded like, what kind of person you were. I don’t know, maybe I would’ve made a move eventually, but then fate—or Grandma—stepped in.”

  Kate giggled. “I think your grandmother would like that description. She’s kind of an inevitable force like fate.”

  “Well, now she’s got two people’s lives to try to micromanage, not just mine. Think you can handle that?”

  “I do,” Kate said with an impish grin. “Because I love you. And I love her. But I love you more. Think you can handle that?”

  “I do.” I smiled at the amusement on her face. “We really are doing this all backwards. Having our wedding night, then saying ‘I do,’ and then having the ceremony tonight.”

  “That’s okay,” Kate said. “Nothing about this has been normal but it’s all worked out in the end.”

  “Indeed it has. And… we still have another hour or two before we land. Wanna make the most of our unorthodox wedding night?”

  “I definitely do!”

  Kate was magic underneath me, and magic later that evening in her stunning dress. Somehow, some way, it had all worked out. Kate and I were meant to be together—and now there was nothing stopping us. No lies. No fake engagements. No pretending to love each other—because now we really did.

  Finally, it was real.

  Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Kate

  Six Months Later

  Dan, Julie, and I had been in Japan for two weeks. That was long enough to know certain things about the culture. Don’t be loud in public. Try to blend in with the crowd. Be respectful of other people. Propriety in public was the name of the game.

  All those thoughts exited my mind the second I saw my husband striding toward me in Narita Airport.

  “Hey, Ethan!”

  The greeting had come from Julie. I was too busy running at him to speak. When I neared, he dropped the handle of his suitcase and opened his arms. I all but launched myself at him, and he caught me in his big, strong arms, swinging me around before setting me on my feet.

  Or trying set me on my feet. But I somehow couldn’t help clinging to him like an octopus.

  His lips met mine and instantly, I was home. No matter what part of the world I was in, when Ethan was there, I was home.

  Ethan broke the kiss long enough to look down at me and smile. “Did you miss me?”

  I smiled back. “What was your first clue?”

  “The fact that you’re attempting to climb me like a tree.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, that. That’s a traditional Japanese greeting.”

  “Oh really?” Ethan raised an eyebrow in that maddeningly superior way of his that always made my panties dampen. Then he glanced to the side. I followed his gaze, and we watched as a Japanese man walked up to a woman who’d just arrived. They bowed deeply before the man took the woman’s suitcase. “Funny, I thought that was a traditional Japanese greeting.”

  “Shh,” I scolded. I was going to put my finger over his lips, but then I realized I could accomplish the same thing with my mouth. And so I did.

  If it had been up to us, we would’ve stayed that way for hours, but Julie and Dan, not to mention the steady stream of passengers pouring out of customs, seemed to have a problem with that. “Guys,” Julie said, for about the fifth time. “We’ve got to catch our train.”

  Reluctantly, I let go of my husband—probably about two seconds before Julie and Dan attempted to pry us apart with a crowbar.

  “You two act like you haven’t seen each other in years,” Dan observed.

  “It feels like it,” I said honestly.

  “You were together in Egypt,” Julie added.

  “That was only for a few days.” Surely she understood that didn’t count. She and Dan were in love, they should get it.

  “Well, you’ve got a whole month together this time,” Julie said, grinning at us as we walked arm in arm.

  “Yeah,” Ethan agreed. “That means that by at least the fourth week we might be ready to leave the hotel room and do some sight-seeing.” He winked at me and I smacked him on the arm.

  Besides us, Dan laughed. “You two are going to be in for a surprise. It’s a whole different world when you’re doing it on a straw tatami mat with sliding paper doors separating you from the next room over.”

  I gasped. “Is that way you guys keep playing music so loud?”

  Julie dissolved into giggles. “Trust us, you will, too.”

  I laughed, but a sudden thought hit me. “So wait, we’re going to spend our six-month anniversary on a futon on a straw mat? Is it comfortable?”

  “If you’re worried about comfort, you can be on top,” Ethan whispered in my ear.

  Nevertheless, Julie heard him and shrieked with laughter. “That’s what Dan says, too.”

  “Men are so lazy.” I shook my head, but I knew it wasn’t true. Ethan was the most passionate, inventive, attentive lover I’d ever had. I couldn’t wait to get him alone. But first we were all scheduled to have a special dinner of Kobe beef in honor of our six-month anniversary.

  Then I’d bring him back to my tatami room and jump his bones. That thought made me shiver with delight, and I wrapped my hand around Ethan’s waist as he pulled me close. At the same moment, we both slid our hands down and squeezed each other’s ass.

  So much for propriety in public.

  A week later, we were in Kyoto. Ethan had been good natured about staying in a traditional Japanese Inn called a Ryokan up to this point, but he’d opted for a Western-style hotel for this leg of our trip. And when I woke up in the queen-size bed with the softest silk sheets imaginable, I had to agree that it was a nice change of pace.

  I rolled over, but Ethan wasn’t next to me. Instead, there was a pink rose on the pillow. Where on earth had he found that? Breathing in deeply, I smiled. It was gorgeous and smelled amazing—kind of like Ethan. Also on the pillow was a note. I recognized his bold handwriting: I ordered breakfast, sleepyhead. I’ll be back in a few.

  Sitting up, I stretched my arms over my head and slid my feet into the slippers the hotel had provided. Then my brain kicked into gear, and I remembered something I bought last night. Hastily, I threw on my robe and hurried to the bathroom.

  Ten minutes later, I heard Ethan’s voice. I took a quick look in the mirror, but I looked normal. I smoothed my hair into some semblance of order and went to the dining area. Ethan had booked a suite, naturally, and there were
several dishes on the table where he was waiting.

  “I ordered a western-style breakfast,” he said, somewhat sheepishly. Ethan loved ethnic cuisine, but every once in a while, he craved American food. So did I—usually. But not today.

  He rose as I neared and gave me a quick kiss. At least I think he’d meant it to be quick since the hot food was waiting for us. But our kisses almost always ended with both of us breathing hard and ready to jump each other.

  “It looks good,” I said, breaking away from Ethan before he picked me up and carried me back to bed.

  After one last kiss on my forehead, he held out a chair for me. It wasn’t until after we were seated that I saw the wrapped box on the chair next to his. He sat down and placed the large box in front of me.

  “What’s this?”

  “Looks like a present.”

  I rolled my eyes while smiling at the same time—a not uncommon response when I was around my handsome husband. “I mean, what’s it for—and don’t say ‘you.’”

  He laughed. “Wasn’t gonna.”

  “Yes you were,” I said and he grinned at me.

  “It’s a belated a six-month anniversary gift. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to arrive, so I had it shipped here.”

  “What is it?”

  This time he rolled his eyes at me. “Have you never received a present before, woman? Open it and find out.”

  All right, that had been a stupid question. But I was a little preoccupied this morning. Carefully, I unwrapped the shiny paper which was adorned with indigo-colored patterns. I knew right away that the present was from Japan—I’d recognize the careful wrapping anywhere. In this country, the packaging was usually nearly as beautiful as what was inside.

  But not this time. I gasped as I eased the lid open and looked inside. My present was an exquisite Japanese tea set. Gingerly, I lifted the tea kettle out. It was hand-made by a master potter, that much was obvious. The kettle was glazed a gorgeous light blue and it had a branch of cherry blossoms on it. Suddenly, it triggered a memory. “This is just like one we saw in Mashiko the week before last. I would’ve gotten it, but it only came with two cups.” This one had eight cups all nestled in individual compartments.