Accidental Hero: A Marriage Mistake Romance

by Nicole Snow

  And I do.

  I come beyond words. Beyond my wildest imagination.

  Somewhere in the inferno, I feel his release, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

  I'm coming so hard I see stars. And feel them, too. Everything is light and heat.

  My toes curl and my fingers pinch his skin. Pure liberation. Spreading through my all.

  He grinds against me, milking our climax until there’s nothing left to give.

  Trying to conquer.

  Trying to mark me.

  Trying to give and take every single bit of us.

  As my delirium slowly subsides, he stamps a parting kiss on my lips and pulls out. I whimper at the sudden emptiness. He laughs, climbing off the bed.

  “That good, huh?” There's a smug look in his eye I can't even fight. I just nod.

  A moment later, he returns to the bedroom. The condom, gone.

  I sigh. “Too bad they're only single use.”

  He plops on the bed next to me. We're both laying spread eagle. He takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine. “You think I only brought one?”

  “Four. I counted,” I say, deadpan, trying to act disappointed.

  “That’s not enough?” His eyes go wide, and then he laughs. “Shit, Blue. We'll pick up more first thing in the morning.”

  10

  While It Lasts (Brent)

  The sunlight filling the room almost seems as bright as the light in Blue’s pale eyes.

  Fuck. It wasn't just a dream.

  I plant a quick kiss on her lips. It's been ages since I had a night like we’d just experienced. Actually, I’ve never had one quite like it. Not like this.

  Fucking her doesn't leave me wanting to get up and leave the next morning. Doesn't make me want to get on with my life. This woman, in my bed, naked and glorious, is it.

  “Morning, Sunshine,” I growl, watching her eyelids flutter open.

  Her giggle includes a little sigh.

  I run a hand across her silky stomach. “How you feeling? Sore?”

  I’m still on cloud nine knowing I'm the first man to touch her.

  First to show her peaks she never even knew existed in her own skin.

  First to make her call my name, coming loud, raking her nails down my back.

  Fuck again.

  I’d never even thought about stuff like this before, but she's got my brain stuck on it. She also brought me to some heights I’d never seen before – primal satisfaction like no other.

  Hell, I blew three times inside her and a fourth time in my hand, spattering her tits. I'm still ready to go again. But I don’t want to wear her out.

  “What are you going to do if I say yes? To being sore?”

  Damn, but she makes me happy. “Kiss you, Crazy. Then go make us some breakfast.”

  She runs a single fingernail across my chest, which makes my morning wood throb like mad.

  “And if I say no?” she asks.

  “I’ll kiss you.” I run my fingers through that strip of hair tucked above her sweet cunt. “Fuck you, and then go make us breakfast.”

  Smiling, she thrusts a knee between my legs, rubbing my hard-on against her thigh. “Only one condom left.”

  I slide a finger inside her. “Maybe we’ll go to town for breakfast. And grab more.”

  “I love eating out.” Her tongue slides across my bottom lip. “And no, I’m not too sore.”

  Best damn words I've ever woken up to.

  We use up our last condom. I put her down in front of me, on her belly, then draw her hands behind her back. I mount her from behind and fuck like a bull in rut.

  She screams after a minute or two of me crashing into her, holding her wrists together, moving my free hand to her hair. Tugging that blue-blonde mess in my fist brings me over after a couple more minutes of rodeo tier thrusting.

  I come right in her tight little pussy clenching for dear life. Through the condom, at least, but fuck, of course I imagine what it'd be like to go bare. My seed has an animal need to be inside her.

  Someday.

  For now, I just come. Come hard, still fucking, not wanting to let up even when my dick softens.

  Finally, we take a shower together to save on hot water. Which is all gone by the time we're done. She's still riled up, the little minx. Can't keep her paws to herself. I’ve never had a woman jack me off before, but hell, I'm more than willing to let her try it.

  Anytime.

  Breakfast is an old place I remember in Flagstaff. We have big omelets with all the fixings and sausage gravy before popping by the drugstore. With a full box of condoms, we head back to the ranch, and christen the new pack with a hot roll on a blanket in the screened in part of the porch.

  For once, I'm thankful the cat isn't around. The sun peaks in the sky and starts drifting lower.

  “Shit, it's afternoon. What time's the wedding?” I ask, my chest still heaving after another extremely intense fuck. I don’t even have the strength to get up and take care of the condom yet.

  “Three o’clock,” she says, breathing as hard as me. “But we'll have to get there early enough for Natalie to change into the dress you bought her.”

  “You're right.” It’s already after one. “Shit.”

  She giggles.

  I groan.

  Snuggling closer, she lays her head on my shoulder. “Will you ever move out here? Full time?”

  A flash of darkness overcomes me. “Someday.”

  Maybe. When the Pearls are finished forever. Can't even think about it till then.

  I hold her closer to my side, rubbing her arm. Not wanting to expose her to how dark my thoughts could become if I let them, I kiss her. “When my business can run itself, anything's possible.” I smack her sweet ass lightly, loving how it bounces against my hand. “Come on. Up. Gotta get showered and dressed.”

  “Again?” Blue gives me a knowing wink.

  I should be beyond satisfied, but I swear I could take her one more time. Two more. Easily.

  Not actually doing it, that's hard. I kiss her forehead. “You go first.”

  A little pout forms on her lips. “Alone?”

  “Blue.” I laugh and roll over, pushing myself up. Taking both her hands, I pull her to her feet. “Alone. Or we’ll never get to that wedding.”

  She laughs, then plants a quick kiss on my lips, spinning around. I admire her back. That shapely, perfect ass, as she walks into the kitchen and then disappears around the corner.

  It’s different with her, the admiration. Not like anybody else.

  It goes deep. Gets inside me like venom. Like nothing really has.

  She’s too good, just like I said last night. Too damn unique and then some.

  I realize it again later, after I’m showered and dressed, putting a bowl of cat food outside the door in case Shadow shows up.

  “You really are a sweet man.”

  I turn around at the sound of her voice, nearly losing my ability to speak. Her dress is royal blue, silky, and loose fitting, yet hugs her in all the right places.

  The lacy white sweater is unbuttoned and stops above her waist. Her hair hangs in waves over her shoulders. All in all, she looks demure. Innocent.

  And once again, I’m struck knowing I’m the only man who's discovered what a wild cat she is underneath that school teacher mirage.

  I take a step toward her. It’s almost as if I have a split second ripple in my knees.

  Crazy.

  I’ve seen hundreds of good-looking women naked in the contraband passed around in the motorcycle club and the army. Bedded dozens in the flesh. But she mops the floor with them. “You're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She dips her chin shyly while shaking her head. “You’ve already charmed me, Eden.” A teasing glint forms in her eyes. “Enough. What more do you want?”

  Several sexual innuendos come to mind, but I keep them to myself. They'll only make us late.

  Besides, what I’m feeling goes deeper than
sex, as fucking ludicrous as it seems. That makes me nervous.

  I can’t have deeper. Not with her. Not with anyone. Not right now.

  She holds up a bag with one hand. “I have Nat’s things. We better get going.”

  I take the bag and open the truck door for her, stealing a kiss before closing it.

  On the way to town, she fills me in about more family members I’ll meet today. I listen, mainly between the lines, noting her tone so I’ll know the ones to keep an eye on. The ones who've given her the most grief in the past.

  She has no idea I’m picking up on it, taking mental notes.

  She apologizes, too. About how I’ve been caught up in this. If she knew the truth about why I'm here, I'd be the asshole down on my hands and knees, asking her forgiveness.

  I want to tell her that the grief is overdone. Under my protection, she's got nothing to worry about, if it were just her family.

  But the truth is, her family's antics are nothing compared to the Pearls. I’ve put her in more danger by keeping her close.

  I glance her way. “If you remember right, I’m the one who started all this.”

  She lets out a sigh. “And never thought it would go this far.”

  I find a place to park the truck near Joe and Janice’s house. After shutting off the engine, I reach over and take her hand. “I’m not sorry it’s gone this far.”

  “You haven’t met everyone yet. Just wait. Even mom said it took her years to settle into this family. Now, she fits like a glove.”

  “Blue,” I tug her into me as I lean across the console. Nose to nose, I say, “I’m a grown boy. I can handle it.” I give her a quick, possessive kiss. “Stop worrying.”

  If only I could take my own advice.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nat running up the sidewalk. “Looks like Natalie was watching for us.”

  Blue spins her head around and I laugh at her reddening cheeks, opening my door. “Hey, baby girl.”

  “Hi, Daddy! Did you bring my dress?” Two of the girls she’d been playing with last night are with her, dressed in their best.

  “Sure did.”

  “It’s right here,” Blue says, holding out the bag she's packed. “And I brought along my hair ties so I can French-braid your hair like we talked about.”

  “Yay! Thanks, Izzy,” Nat says. “I told everyone you were going to braid my hair.”

  Blue glances up at me as I arrive at her side. I knew nothing about the hair braiding and smile at the apology in her eyes. “Go,” I say. “I’ll save us some seats.”

  “I already saved them, Daddy,” Natalie says. “And Joe says you can join him in the garage for a pre-ceremony beverage.”

  “Perfect.” A drink sounds awfully good right now, honestly.

  We walk to the house together, but the girls pull Blue onto the porch and through the door before either of us can say a word.

  I walk to the garage, where I recognize a few faces from last night, including Joe, who invites me over to a bar that’s been set up for the big day. He introduces me to several other guys.

  There are a few lifted brows when Joe says I’m Izzy’s friend. I bite my tongue to keep from saying I’m more than a friend. Totally for their benefit. Let them know straight off I won’t stand for a single word spoken against her.

  I soon discover the men aren’t as hard on her as the women. When she and Nat show up in the garage and the three of us have walked into the back yard to take our seats, the gossip mongers strike.

  Whispering and pointing. Blue’s ability to ignore them surpasses mine. I don’t give them any attention, but they have the hair on my neck standing on end.

  When the usher holds out his arm to Blue, I point to Natalie.

  He nods and holds his arm out to her. I hook Blue’s hand around my arm as we follow the teenager and Nat up the center aisle, between the dozens of chairs we’d set up last night.

  It seems much longer ago. Mainly because of the amazing time we had after leaving yesterday.

  Nat put our seats next to her newfound friends. She sits beside them. Blue sits next to Nat, and I take the last seat in the row, near the aisle. I drape an arm around her shoulders, hoping this doesn’t take long. My mind drifts back to the ranch, last night, this morning. With Blue.

  It’s typically hot out here. Not as bad as summer, but damn if the daytime heat wants to give up its grip before late October. There’s barely a breeze.

  I consider rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, but that won’t help much. A good portion of the heat overtaking me is internal, too. Last night was hotter than the balmiest 120 degree day in Phoenix.

  The little sideways glances beneath her lashes that Blue keeps sending my way increases the anticipation pumping in my veins. I run my hand over her shoulder and down her back, beneath her silky hair, and lean close to whisper in her ear. “Should we stop for another box of condoms on the way home?”

  Her head snaps my way as she puts a finger against her lips. There’s also an excited shine in her eyes.

  I lean close again. “Should we?”

  She puts a hand on my thigh. “Hush.”

  “I just want to be prepared.” I nuzzle her ear.

  “Stop,” she hisses, smiling anyway.

  I kiss her earlobe. “Let me know when you decide.”

  She shakes her head, but also squeezes my thigh.

  The shimmer in her eyes makes me wish we were anywhere but the middle of a wedding. Brutal, insistent ideas of what we’d be doing fill my head and keep on filling it as we sit through dinner later.

  I’m counting the minutes till we can leave, knowing we've got hours to go.

  The sun sinks lower in the western sky when the dancing begins. The desire to feel Blue’s body against mine has been eating at me all afternoon. I lead her onto the dance floor and pull her close. Holding someone in my arms never felt so good. So right.

  “You certainly are set on keeping tongues wagging, aren’t you?” she whispers in my ear.

  No shit. Keeping my hands wandering all over her reflects what's been in my head all day. “Can’t say I’ve noticed.” I tug her closer, pressing her hips firmly against mine as we sway to the music. “Tell me who said what and I’ll take care of them for you.”

  She buries her face in my shoulder while giggling, and then leans back to look at me.

  I kiss her lips. Gently, but long enough for her to know what later promises.

  Our lips barely part when someone taps her shoulder. It’s the bridesmaid from last night.

  “May I cut in?”

  Blue’s hand slips off my shoulder as she attempts to step back. I see the disappointment in her eyes and tighten my hold, keeping her planted against me. “No,” I say.

  Blue has more manners. “Sorry, Pam,” she says to the other woman.

  The bridesmaid walks away and Blue shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s what she expected.”

  I couldn’t care less. “Too bad. Only got one date I'm interested in tonight.” Running my hand up and down her back, I nip at her earlobe. “I didn’t want to shock her, anyway.”

  She leans back again to look me in the face. “Shock her?”

  “Yeah.” I thrust harder against her. “Tell me you don’t feel how hard I am right now.”

  “Oh!” Her brows lift. “Not surprised. Considering all the things you’ve been whispering in my ear all day.”

  “Would you rather I drew pictures? I can, and you know it. Show you exactly what we'll do when we get home.” I grind against her. “What we're going to do.” I grasp a handful of her ass. “In vivid detail.”

  She kisses the side of my neck. “I’ve seen your drawings. I know the details you like to include.”

  “But you’d rather have the real thing.”

  “So real.”

  Fuck, her voice. I’m so hard it’s torture. “When can we leave?”

  The music ends and Blue glances across the room. “Once Nat’s ready, I guess.”
/>   Since the day she was born, I’ve always put my daughter first, but right now, seeing how much fun she's having, and knowing she wouldn’t want that to end anytime soon, I clamp my teeth together to hold in a growl.

  A moment later, as I lead Blue back to our table, Cleo’s smile gives me hope. And an idea.

  Within fifteen minutes, Blue and I are heading for my truck. Alone. Both Cleo and Natalie were happy with the thought of Nat spending another night at the house. So am I.

  As soon as we arrive at the ranch, I walk around the house and start piling kindling in the fire pit.

  “What are you doing?”

  I smile at the confusion in Blue’s voice. Although I’m helpless how my body begs for release, my cock screaming for me to fuck her hard and fast, I’m holding out.

  I've got no clue when we’ll be alone together again and I'll make the absolute most of the next few hours.

  Running a hand down her arm, I say, “I thought we could sit out here for a while.”

  The bewilderment crossing her face looks adorable. “Why?”

  I kiss the tip of her nose and turn back to the fire pit. “Why not?”

  Biting my jaw tight at how she mutters, 'Why not?' I set flame to the wood, and once the fire's going, add a couple larger logs.

  She’s sitting in one of the chairs. I pat her shoulder as I walk past. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

  Excitement of what's to come puts a beat in my step as I head inside the house and collect several items. Back at the fire, I hand her one of the canned margaritas I’d taken out of the fridge, then spread the blanket on the ground and drop the pillows.

  “Plan on being out here a while, do you?” She pops open the top of her can and takes a swallow.

  I sit down on the blanket and open a can of beer. “You ever slept beneath the stars, Blue?”

  “No.”

  “That's one of the things out here that makes putting up with the Arizona heat worth it. Clear skies.” I pat the blanket beside me. “Come the hell here.”

  She kicks off her shoes before stepping onto the blanket and then sits down next to me. “You plan on sleeping out here, too?”

  I shrug. “Maybe.” Anticipation is winning. I suck a few gulps from my beer, set it aside, and kick off my boots. “That'll depend on if we're interested in sleep or not.”