“I love you, J,” he said in a voice choked with tears. He took my trembling hand in his and slipped the ring on my finger.
“I love you, too,” I whispered before sliding his ring on. “Always.”
I’m sure the guests at our wedding would have been shocked to learn it was the first time either of us had said those words to each other. When Mark had proposed, it was to keep me from going back to my apartment. I’d been on my way out the door, and he’d asked me not to go. I can’t just move in here, I’d said, to which he replied, Marry me, then.
In a way, it was more romantic than any flowery words he could have come up with, because he’d meant it. No discussion, no doubt, just marry me. And I’d said yes.
And now it was done. No turning back now. Not that I’d want to in a million years. This was my dream come true, and I was damn well going to spend the rest of my life appreciating it.
After the ceremony, we climbed into the Porsche, which someone had thoughtfully decorated with magnetic penis decals, and drove to the Gaylord Hotel. It was the fanciest place in town, and Mark had reserved a killer suite for us. We’d opted not to leave town for our honeymoon because we wanted to be fucking within an hour of getting married. Shallow, yes, but we’d waited long enough for what Mark had in mind.
He was on me as soon as I closed the door. We ripped each other’s clothes off in record time, and Mark threw me roughly onto the bed. “Have I earned it?” he growled, falling on top of me with a bottle of lube he’d stashed in the Porsche.
“Yes,” I gasped, spreading my legs wide and wrapping them tightly around his waist. “I can’t wait to feel that big cock inside me. God, I’ve waited so long.”
“Why do you think I was in such a hurry to marry you, babe?” He popped open the top of the lube bottle and coated his fingers. Then he pressed one inside me and grinned wickedly when I started squirming on it.
“You didn’t have to wait,” I said. “As I’ve pointed out a hundred times, I’ve been ready.”
Mark looked deeply into my eyes as he moved his finger in and out of my tight channel. “I didn’t want to rush it, J. You have no idea what this means to me. To know that this is all mine.” He twisted his finger, eliciting a decadent groan from me. “And to know that I earned it makes it even sweeter.”
“You earned it a long time ago, as far as I’m concerned. You’re a good man, and— Oh, God…” I hissed and bucked my hips up off the bed, chasing his finger, begging for more. “What you’re doing to me down there. It’s fucking amazing. Don’t stop.”
With a low chuckle, he dipped his head and nipped gently at the sensitive flesh of my throat, my jaw, my bottom lip. “I’ll never be good enough for you, J. Don’t you get that? Nothing I do will ever be what you deserve. You deserve perfection, and I’m just… me. The spoiled rich brat. The guy who was such a coward he couldn’t even be honest about who he was with the world. If you hadn’t come along, I might have stayed hidden for the rest of my life. You saved me, J. And now, from this day forward, I’m going to do everything in my power to prove how much you mean to me.”
He leaned up on the bed and watched his finger move in and out of me, smiling at my unbridled moans and at the way I was coming undone beneath him. And then he slid a second finger inside me, and I arched up off the bed in pure ecstasy. He continued to torment me with his fingers, eventually adding a third, and soon I was a writhing, begging wreck.
“Enough,” I moaned. “It’s been twenty-eight years, Mark. I need you now. Wanna feel you inside me.”
“But I thought the buildup was the best part,” he teased. “So many guys just want to fuck, but you and I? We’re deeper than that.”
“Speak for yourself. Right now, I just want to get fucked.” I clamped down on the three fingers that were still inside me, hoping to tempt him in. “Please, Mark.”
He knelt up over me and locked our gazes. “You are so gorgeous. Do you know that?” He leaned down and stole my lips in a heated kiss that had my cock throbbing. He pulled back with a naughty smirk. “Especially when you beg for my cock.”
“Oh, God, Mark,” I reeled him in with my legs and tried my best to work him into me, but he refused to let me take control. “Pleeeease…”
Finally, he showed me mercy and slowly pushed the swollen head of his cock against my hole. A needy groan rumbled up from deep in my chest.
“Yes,” I gasped when he pushed a little harder, and I could feel the beast between his legs working its way inside me. It sent a shiver down my spine. “I want you so much. I want you to claim me. I want to be yours forever.”
Tears gathered in his eyes as he pushed, and the head of his cock popped inside. “You’re already mine forever. You just don’t know it yet.”
I let out a long, tortured moan at the feel of him inside me. “So big,” I finally managed to choke out, and then I was moaning again as he thrust all the way inside. It felt like he was cleaving me in two. I was both physically and emotionally raw, bared to him in every way possible—my ass offered up for his cock to plunder, my heart beating only for him. I didn’t even know anymore where pleasure ended and love began. They were one and the same that night, and it was the most glorious thing I’d ever felt.
I leaned up and kissed him while he gave my body time to acclimate to his ridiculous size, and then when the initial sting of pain started to subside, I started to squirm on him. He took the hint and rocked hard into me, causing me to suck in a breath.
“I can’t believe how fucking tight you are,” he said, pulling out slowly before rocking back in again. “I’m so lucky to be the only one who will ever get to be in here.”
I gave him a saucy grin. “Planning that far in advance, are we?”
“Don’t even tease about that. You’re mine, Jason Whitham, and I’ll never let you go.”
To make his point, he slammed into me over and over until I was mewling like a deranged animal. I felt like I was drugged, high on endorphins and the delicious feel of his ungodly erection spearing my body until I thought I might die from ecstasy.
He snaked his strong arm beneath me and lifted my back off the bed, raining kisses down on my face, my neck, my chest as he gyrated his hips like a porn star. God, my man could fuck, and he was owning me like I’d never thought anyone could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung there suspended in time, so lost in the sensations I didn’t know if I could ever find my way back to reality again.
I shuddered and worked my cock against his sweat-slicked belly, crying out when the slippery friction became almost too much to handle. The feel of him pounding my ass was glorious, and suddenly the angle was just right, and the swollen head of his cock massaged that secret place in me. I screamed and humped furiously against him, feeling his cock swell and spasm within me just as my own cock spilled hot semen between us.
We clung together, coming as one in a chorus of gasps and shouts and declarations of love that seemed to go on forever.
In the aftermath, I lay there sore and sated and staring up at the ceiling with Mark breathing heavily at my side. When I finally found my voice, it was hoarse and raw and tinged with all of the wonder I was feeling. “That was— Mmmm, why the hell did I wait so long to do that?”
Mark chuckled and leaned up on his elbow to look down at me. He ran a finger through the crisp hairs of my happy trail, through the sticky remnants of our love that seemed to cover everything. “You were waiting for me, J. And I’m so damn glad you did.”
I sighed because he was absolutely right. All of the pain and confusion I’d experienced in my life, and all of the choices I had made whether good or bad, had led me to this moment in time. Against all odds, I’d waited. And at the tender age of twenty-eight, I’d finally lost my virginity to the man of my dreams.
To my husband.
Dr. Perfect.
Book 2
Single Dad’s Club
J.P. Oliver
© 2019
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1
Jonas
I stepped through the office doors, ignoring the too-loud music and smiling at my coworker Dave as I pushed my way past the requisite black-and-orange streamers, the obligatory cobwebs and rubber spiders, that declared this was a Halloween party. Groaning inwardly, I checked my watch; but it was only seven, and the party was just getting started.
I sighed. I had to endure at least two hours of small talk and dodging obnoxious drunks before I could beg off and head home. It was going to be a long night.
“Hey, Jonas!” Dave called loudly, even though I was only a few feet away. He slung his arm over the shoulder of a well-dressed blonde with a plunging neckline who was already working on her second drink of the night. “Have you met my wife?”
I nodded and smiled. “I have,” I lied. “At the Christmas party.”
Dave took a moment to think back on that night, decided that I was right, then turned and pointed at my cubicle. “Do you like your decorations? I know that Halloween is technically over at midnight tonight, but I thought you would enjoy the festive feel. The kids are going to love it.”
At the sight of my cubicle, I nearly groaned aloud. Dave had decorated my it with a gaudy skeleton on the edge of the wall, pointed so it would be looking straight down at me. “You must’ve bought out the party store,” I said with a laugh. “That’s a lot of cobwebs for you to clean up tomorrow.”
Dave shook his head. “Not me, man. When you get sick of it, you just toss it, ’kay?”
“I’m already sick of it.”
Dave laughed. “Sarcasm. I like it. That’s why you get through to the kids. Because you’re funny, and you break down their walls. I wish I could be more like that.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic, and the kids don’t like anyone, Dave. They’re troubled teens. It’s not personal.”
Dave’s wife laughed, and Dave joined in. “You’re a hoot,” he said, then looked over my shoulder and waved excitedly. “Hey! Erica is here, and she brought her wife.”
Before I could respond, he was gone, his wife stumbling on high heels trying to keep up. I shook my head and grabbed a tiny glass of sparkling cider from the table, perusing the goodies laid out on a tablecloth that was clearly meant for a child’s party.
“I’m glad you came,” a familiar voice said from behind me.
I turned and smiled at Cyrus. “It’s nice to see you, too,” I said, then stuck my hand out to greet the man beside him. “I’m Jonas. I used to be Cyrus’s mentor, before he got his big-shot promotion.”
“That’s not all he was,” Cyrus said, elbowing his companion in the ribs. “This is Steve. We’re just friends.” Cyrus leaned close to me, his voice low. “For now.”
I almost choked on my drink, but caught myself just in time.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring a date,” Cyrus said. “Surely you’re over that last guy." He paused, waving his finger in the air in front of him as he tried to remember the man’s name.
“Holden,” I offered.
“That’s right. I knew it was a weird name. It’s been a couple of months; you should get back in the saddle.”
“I’m too busy right now, and I have—”
“He’s been in the saddle,” Dave interrupted, pushing his way into our conversation. “He’s been on more blind dates in the past six months than I’ve been on in years.”
I shot him a warning glance, but he just kept talking.
“He’s so picky that every date ends in a disaster. Can you imagine, having such high standards that no man measures up?"
He patted my back in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture. “Old Jonas here is too good for an average guy, but the problem is, even the best guys fall flat under his scrutiny." He looked at his wife adoringly. “Makes me glad that I found the one, you know?”
“That’s enough,” I said, chuckling as I took the drink from his hand. “I thought this was an alcohol-free party. The work week is only half over, Dave, and we’re technically on school property.”
“The administrative building doesn’t count,” he said with a laugh. “And I’m taking a vacation day. I know my limits."
Dave hiccuped and smiled, as if that proved his point. “I’ve got everything under control. Just like you.”
He poked my chest to emphasize the last bit, still smiling. I handed his drink back to him and he immediately went back to the conversation, regaling anyone who would listen with tales of my bumbled conquests, as if I weren’t standing right there.
Cyrus looked uncomfortable, taking his date’s hand and pulling him away for a tour of the office. I humored Dave for a few minutes longer, then tensed as if my phone had buzzed in my pocket.
I took my cell phone out and swiped my thumb across the screen. “I hate to cut this short, but it looks like party time is over for me.”
“Isn’t your kid an adult?” Dave asked. “Can’t he handle things at home for a little longer?”
I shook my head. “He’s fifteen, though he acts grown sometimes. But it’s a school night, and he has a huge project due. Enjoy your day off tomorrow.”
“And Friday!” Dave quipped, toasting the air with his glass. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
I made my way through the crowd, smiling and nodding at everyone who called out to me. I was prepared to explain my early departure, but no one asked, so I made my way down to the parking lot and drove away, carefully watching the road for trick-or-treaters.
As I drove, I longed for the days when Eddie couldn’t wait to dress up and run from house to house, filling his bucket before dark and begging me to empty it and go back for more. I’d given in every time, knowing that one year would be the last year. Now that he was fifteen, he was much too old for trick-or-treat, or the babysitter I’d insisted he have when I was going to be out past dinner.
“I guess there’s no need to hurry home,” I muttered to myself, pulling into the quaint little tavern around the corner from my townhouse. I’d paid for the sitter to stay until ten, and there was no reason to rush through my night out.
The tavern was pretty quiet, even for a Wednesday, when I sat at the bar and ordered a rum and coke.
“Rough night?” Aaron said.
I shook my head. “Not really. Office parties just aren’t my thing." I fiddled with the red straw in the amber liquid, grabbing the cherry stem between my fingers and tilting my head back to eat the liquor-soaked fruit while I considered what I was going to say next.
Aaron beat me to it. “With a mouth like that, I’m surprised you haven’t got yourself a steady man yet,” he teased.
I gave him a wry grin, throwing back the rest of the drink and accepting a second one. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Do you think I’m unreasonable?”
“You’re one of my favorite customers.”
I laughed. “No, I mean dating-wise. Do you think my standards are too high?”
Aaron laughed. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“I am.”
“Come on, Jonas. You come in here and order the same drink, same appetizer, and the same meal every time. No matter how well you’re hitting it off when your blind date walks in, by the time I’m bringing out the burgers, you’re looking for a reason to leave. You don’t even give them a chance.”
“I do have
standards, and a kid at home—”
“So do a lot of people. But they still at least finish a meal before they judge every last guy unfit to date. You’re too hard on people.”
I started to protest, but closed my mouth instead. Unlike Dave and the rest of the office, Aaron wasn’t teasing me. He was giving it to me straight, and in that moment, something clicked.
My heart sank, and I let out a heavy sigh, waving away a third drink. “I have to work in the morning.”
Aaron shrugged. “I’m sorry if that stung,” he said.
I shook my head and grabbed my jacket. “No, you’re right. You must be, right? It’s only the umpteenth time I’ve heard exactly that, so it must be the truth."
I finished my drink and set it on the bar. “Can I leave my car here until morning?”
“Of course,” Aaron said.
“Thanks." I started to leave, then stopped. “And thanks for telling me the truth.”
“I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I lied about something like that.”
“You’re right,” I said. “Thanks again.”
The heavy door closed behind me as I stepped out into the night, pointing the key fob at my Audi A5 and making sure the alarm was armed. The car flashed at me, and I went on down the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, still reeling.
Dave was an ass, and he liked to joke at my expense, but Aaron and I had been friends for years, and I knew that he was being completely honest.
I was single because I was difficult. He hadn’t said it in those exact words, but the meaning was clear. If I wanted things to change, I was going to have to start with me.
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