Sex, Vows & Babies: Surviving Harley (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by K. Webster

  “I like you,” he says with a wicked grin before dragging his finger down south.

  “I like you, too.” I gasp when his finger rubs against my clit. My eyes close as he begins massaging me in a delicious way. His mouth presses against mine and he kisses me with barely contained need. With each swirl of his tongue and rub against me, I slip further and further down the slope. I’m picking up momentum so that when I finally crash, it will be the hardest fall yet.

  “Yessss….”

  His hot breath tickles my face. “You like how I make you feel good, don’t you?”

  “Don’t stop,” I order, my breath exhaling sharply.

  He doesn’t stop. Somehow he massages me faster and faster until I’m screaming out his name in the secluded wilderness. And the moment I come down from the high he gave me, he spreads me apart and enters me with one forceful thrust.

  “Ahhh!” I cry out.

  His body stills and his mouth hovers over mine. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I assure him, my entire body begging for more. “I like you there.”

  He smirks as he begins a slow rhythm of thrusting into me. I’ve never been with a man as big as Harley. He’s huge everywhere.

  “Babe?”

  “Mmm?”

  His thrusting slows and he regards me with a tender expression. “You’re mine now.”

  My fingers dig into his shoulders as another orgasm steals my mind away. I jolt and quiver beneath him until I feel his own heat mark me from the inside. Being out here in the cold Wisconsin woods, I feel like our lovemaking is feral and territorial. We’re both staking a claim on the other.

  “You’re mine now, too,” I tell him.

  With our bodies still conjoined, despite his softening cock allowing the essence of our passion to escape, he relaxes on top of me. He snags the other sleeping bag and covers us up. I’m then rolled to where I’m straddling him. His dick flinches inside of me, but he doesn’t do anything about it. Just holds me tight against his chest. I fall fast asleep in the best bear hug I’ve ever gotten.

  I mean, who doesn’t like falling asleep while being hugged.

  And with a nine-inch cock buried deep in your silk purse.

  Nobody, that’s who.

  * * *

  I wake to the sound of rain. Thunder rolls in the distance, but we’re currently experiencing a torrential downpour. I’ve been so exhausted from our long day of travel that I must have slept through the start of it. I can tell it’s morning because I can see a little inside the tent.

  When I look down, messy strawberry-blonde hair covers my bare chest. My dick is hard and awake, but she’s no longer on it. Taylor has slid to where she’s tucked up against my side, her thigh and arm draped over my body for warmth. I tug the sleeping bag further up her shoulders so she won’t be cold as I contemplate our next move. I’d like to stay right here with her in my arms, but my gut tells me we need to get back on the road.

  Thunder cracks louder and I let out a groan. It’ll be hell taking down this tent in the pouring down rain. Perhaps we’ll let it pass before we pick up and move on.

  I look down at my watch and see that it’s just after seven. For weeks, I’ve gotten up around three in the morning each day with Taylor. When she wasn’t going into the studio to record, she’d hit the gym as if not to lose her schedule. It feels nice to sleep in for once. She’s exhausted and needs the rest.

  Stroking her hair away from her face, I plant a kiss on top of her head. Two days ago, I was counting down the days to our inevitable divorce. It was clear she hated my guts despite agreeing to the ninety-day marriage. Nothing I could say or do would change that. I knew the very first day that it was doomed. My mind flits back to our wedding day.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” my brother Bentley questions on the other end of the phone line. “You can back out. It’s not too late.”

  I lean against the pillar that goes into the chapel, my eyes flicking to the cameraman that has a camera pointed at me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this, but it is what it is. I signed up for this. Subjected myself to the scrutiny of America for a chance at love. It all sounded good on paper. Three months of marriage. I get paid a healthy sum. If we don’t get along, we divorce at the end of the show. No big deal. And my momma never raised a quitter, so I plan to make this marriage work. Barb, that fucking bitch, broke my heart, but it doesn’t mean I don’t get to try again. The thought of having someone to hold and claim as mine is comforting.

  And she won’t cheat on me because it will be televised.

  That shouldn’t calm my nerves as much as it does. The fact that she’d have no choice but to be faithful to me.

  “Mr. Harrison,” the producer named Declan interrupts. “We need you at the front of the chapel. Taylor is ready to come out now.” Irritation flickers in his gaze when he darts his eyes over to the door she’ll be coming through. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume he likes Taylor. That jealous gleam in his eyes unnerves me.

  “Gotta go, bro,” I interrupt Bentley. “Tell Blondie and the kids Unkie Har says hi.”

  “Harley…” he trails off.

  “I’m in this,” I tell him firmly. “For better or worse.” I bite back a chuckle at my joke, but my brother isn’t amused.

  “We’ll talk soon.” And then he grits out his words. “Congratulations, man.”

  I thank him and hang up. Declan’s soured face is pointed at me, a slight curl to his lips. Straightening my back, I ignore his attempts to make me feel less than. I’m taller. Broader. And a whole helluva lot better looking. My dick’s probably bigger, too.

  In fact, I can take one look at him and know for sure he’s got a tiny pecker.

  This makes me smirk. He grunts and ushers me into the chapel. Many people, probably Taylor’s friends, line the pews. Nobody is here for me. My brother and his family couldn’t make it because their youngest has been sick with whooping cough. Traveling from the Canadian wilderness out to bustling New York City would be too trying on their young family. I’m not phased. I can do this myself.

  As I wait up front, I keep my gaze locked on the doors into the chapel. Per part of the show requirements, Taylor and I weren’t allowed any contact. It’s a married at first sight type of deal. We’ve been matched by the panel of experts and been deemed a perfect match. She’s to come in, we’re to marry, and in another hour’s time, I’ll have the cute little pixie of a woman I’ve been staring at for weeks on the computer in my arms.

  They never said I couldn’t Google her.

  Sure, I had the picture they sent me, just like she had mine. They’d even sent a video of her congratulating me on winning. She was artfully made up and definitely cute. A little on the tiny side, but I liked the idea of taking care of her.

  Unlike Barb.

  Barb was too independent. She never seemed to need me like I needed her. Maybe Taylor will be different. If not, this will be a long three months.

  Music begins playing and the doors open. A stunning strawberry-blonde with bright green eyes and rosy cheeks walks hesitantly into the chapel. Her eyes dart all over the room before briefly landing on mine. Those crimson cheeks blaze impossibly redder before she drags her gaze down to the floor.

  I’m solely focused on her as she starts down the aisle. I ignore how a cameraman follows her and one off to my right seems to zoom in on me. She appears to be nervous—stiff shoulders, faltering smile, shaking hands. And when she finally makes it to the front, she jolts in surprise when I take her hand.

  “Hey,” I say, my voice a gruff grumble. “Relax, babe.”

  Her eyes lift to mine for a moment and a genuine smile peeks through. She parts her plump red lips open as if to say something in response, but the minister begins the ceremony. Taylor remains in a daze while I can’t stop staring at her. We mumble through our vows and soon it’s time to kiss her. When I’m given permission to kiss my bride, I slip my palm around her slender neck and pull her to me. Our lips mee
t for a warm kiss. She smells like cinnamon and I want to have a taste. Just as I decide I’m going to kiss her deeper, with a little tongue, she pulls away.

  And away.

  And away.

  My memory fades and I’m scowling up at the ceiling of our tent that is still getting hammered by the rain. All she did was drift away from that point. I’d wanted to give us a fair shot, but every encounter after, she’d been prickly and standoffish. Eventually, I gave up.

  Now, I wish I’d have tried a little harder. It’s just how she is. A little afraid, but mostly stubborn. With a woman like Taylor, you just have to take charge. My taking charge is what eventually brought us together.

  “Are you regretting us?” Her soft words cut like a knife through my thoughts.

  I regard her sleepy face with a frown. “Never. I was just remembering our wedding day.”

  Shame coats her features. Her eyes flicker with regret and her lips tug into a small frown. “I was unfair to you. I’m so sorry.”

  I give her a roguish grin. “We figured it out before it was too late. These situations don’t come with a survival guide.” When I wink at her, she relaxes.

  “Some storm,” she murmurs. “I’m glad we’re not out in it.”

  “We really need to get back on the road. Although, it wouldn’t be wise to soak ourselves while trying to pack up. We’ll just wait until it passes through. I hope you like peanut butter and jelly,” I tell her with a smile.

  She laughs. “I’d rather eat sandwiches than get out in that mess.” But then she grows solemn. “We probably better eat that bread up anyway before it goes bad. Not sure when we’ll get more.”

  Her words have me sitting up. She follows suit and regards me with a scrunched nose. This woman is so goddamned beautiful in this moment. Her hair is an awful mess. Makeup is smeared and gross. And she smells riper than a pig farm. But it’s the hopeful gleam in her eyes. The seductive pout of her lips. The way her breasts are bared to me now that the sleeping bag has fallen to her hips. My dick lurches with excitement.

  “You stay here. I’m going to take a piss really quick and check things out.” Mostly I want my cock to settle. As much as I want to fuck her right now, I need to assess our situation. Her eyebrows furrow, but she nods.

  “I’ll fix us some sandwiches while I wait,” she whispers.

  I press a kiss to her forehead before dressing quickly. In my backpack is a poncho so I pull it out and don it before unzipping the tent. The wind howls while the rain pelts me the moment I step out into the spray. I’ll be soaked despite the poncho. Our fire from the night before has long gone out. I relieve myself and then set to pulling some necessary items from the back of the truck. By the time I’ve hauled them back into the tent, Taylor is wearing her hoodie, but she’s dripping wet. Her pale thighs have turned blue.

  “I told you to wait,” I grumble as I set the things down. I kick off my boots at the hearth of the tent as not to drag mud inside. Once I’ve zipped us back in, I scowl at her. “Why’d you get out?”

  “I had to pee too,” she huffs back.

  She sets to making the sandwiches while I rifle through the bags I brought inside. When I toss her a pink toiletry bag, she shrieks with delight.

  “My things!” she squeals, her smile breathtaking. She hands me a sandwich and abandons hers before rummaging through the bag. Bypassing the makeup I tossed in there, she grabs the hairbrush. Her eyes gleam with gratitude as she works the knots out. When I polish off the sandwich, she hands me hers. “Eat. I’ll make another one in a minute.”

  I raise an eyebrow in question and she nods. While I scarf that one down too, she locates a bottle of face wash. I hand her the gallon container of water from one of the bags I brought in and a washrag.

  “Oh my God,” she gushes. “You’re so getting laid for this.”

  Chuckling, I set to making her a sandwich. “We both knew I was getting laid anyway. You can’t keep your eyes off my dick.” When I lift my gaze to smirk at her, she’s sticking her tongue out at me. But then I dart my eyes to her breasts that are once again bare. She eagerly gives herself a sponge bath.

  “Don’t suppose you brought my razor do you?” she questions.

  I shrug and hold out the sandwich for her to take a bite. “I was in a hurry. I crammed all sorts of stuff into any bag I could locate. Once we get to the property in Montana, we can unpack it all and settle in for the long haul.”

  She chews thoughtfully as she scrubs her arm pits. Her small breasts jiggle with movement causing my cock to thicken in response. I’m already craving to suck on her tits for an after breakfast treat.

  “Tell me about this place,” she says after she swallows.

  “Expansive. Heavily wooded. At times, cold. But,” I say as I hold out the sandwich for her to eat another bite. “There’s an old farmhouse on the property. Dad and I used to shut it down after hunting season. I was out that way before coming on the show. Everything is still in order, clean, and stocked. It’s safe and we can lay low there until this AAA stuff blows over.”

  She swallows her bite. “What if it never blows over?”

  I smile despite the anxiety I’m feeling. “Then we make a life, babe. If it doesn’t suit us, we’ll travel up north to my brother’s. He’s about a seven-hour drive from there. We’ll make it work.”

  I feed her the rest of her sandwich as she washes. When she finishes, I give myself a quick bath while she cleans up our food mess. She never redressed after her bath and I’m dying to fuck my wife again. Her cute little ass jiggles every time she bends over. Such a damn tease.

  “Now what do we do?” she questions as she falls back against the sleeping bag. Her body quivers.

  “First of all,” I grunt as I crawl toward her. “It’s too fucking cold to be prancing around in here naked. Get your ass under the blanket.”

  She flashes me a wicked grin. “Bossy much?”

  Chuckling, I prowl toward her on my knees. When I pounce, my teeth find her neck and I nip at her flesh while pinning her giggling body to the ground. I grind my hard cock against her thigh and breathe against the shell of her ear. “You probably shouldn’t have bathed, wifey, because I’m about to dirty you right back up.”

  Her small gasp of excitement is the only permission I need.

  The rain hasn’t let up for three straight days. And when it finally calms, we pack everything up. We’ve burned through the perishable foods and have resorted to opening some of the canned goods. I was quite amused watching her gag on Vienna sausages. When the truck is all packed up, we climb inside. The heater feels nice, but I already miss our little camp. I start the vehicle and grab her hand, threading her fingers with mine.

  I gas the truck, but we don’t go anywhere. What the hell? It takes all of three seconds to realize we’re stuck in the mud.

  “Great,” I grumble. “Just fucking great.”

  She looks up at me, a flash of fear in her pretty green eyes. It’s enough to have me calming my irritation in order not to stress her out.

  “Slide into the driver’s seat and roll down the window. We’re stuck. I’m going to try and get us out but will need your help,” I instruct as I start to climb out.

  Her hand grabs my elbow and she gives me a chaste kiss on my cheek before releasing me. The past three days have been sort of like a honeymoon. We’ve been blissfully alone. No cell phones or talk shows or cameras. Just us. I’ve learned every part of her body and quite a few things about her past too.

  While I reminisce, I hunt for a large tree branch to use under the back left tire as leverage. I’m irritated about our current situation, but I’m not giving up. We’ll get out of here and be halfway to Montana by the end of the day. Once we’re deep in the woods on the side of the mountain that gives me a view into my home country, we can finally relax and start a life. I’m not sure if all of this domestic terrorist shit will blow over or not, but I sure as hell don’t want to wait around and see.

  After a good forty-five
minutes of cursing up a storm and getting muddier than a pig in a pen, I finally admit defeat. We’ll have to think up something else. Our best bet is to wait out the rain and wait for the ground to dry up a bit.

  “Turn off the truck,” I holler.

  The engine dies and Taylor hops out wearing a grim expression. She chews on her plump bottom lip but doesn’t say anything. I lean my forearms against the bed of the truck and rest my forehead on the cold metal. My mind whirs with options, but none of them seem like they’d work. We’re just fucking stuck.

  “Should we unpack?” she questions, her tiny arms hugging me from behind.

  “Yeah. In a minute. Want to take a walk with me?”

  “Of course.”

  I open the back and pull out my rifle and some ammunition. The fact of the matter is that we’re running low on the food we brought with us. If I can scrounge up some game, we won’t be forced to burn through our store.

  We spend the afternoon walking through the woods. Luck is on our side because we find a small stream we can use for water instead of using up what we have in the truck. She seems relieved when I tell her how we’ll be able to purify it and drink it. I also explain to Taylor what different tracks in the mud mean. I show her some animal dung, telling her which forest creatures they belong to. And eventually, I kill a rabbit. I expect her to get all city girl on me and cry or some shit, but she doesn’t. She’s quiet and introspective.

  “Teach me how to skin it,” she says as we walk back to the truck. “I want to learn everything.”

  I turn my head and feel the first smile in hours start to tug at my lips. I’m stressed as fuck, but she’s so cute with her strawberry-blonde hair pulled into a messy bun and her freckled nose pink from the cold. She relaxes me.

  Stopping, I grab her hand and narrow my gaze at her. “I’ll teach you everything I know. I never want you to feel helpless.”