by Alice Raine
She bit down on her lower lip as my blunt words sunk in, and my cock lurched even further as an embarrassed blush coloured her cheeks at my deliberately blatant word choices. Then she nodded. ‘Yes. I know. I love you, Oliver.’
‘I fucking adore you.’ I crashed my lips down onto hers and kissed her until she moaned into my mouth and went limp against me.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Robyn
‘I fucking adore you.’ His words made my heart swell, and I repeated them over and over in my mind until I was almost frantic with the need to have him inside me. It had been way too long, and now I was over the shock of finding out everything that had occurred between him and Alex in the past three days – well, almost over the shock of it – I desperately wanted to reconnect with him.
Our relationship wasn’t just about sex. It might have started that way, I suppose, with my research mission at Club Twist, but that definitely wasn’t how it was now. However, the physical side of things would always be a big part of who we were as a couple – we just clicked when we were together, and that connection was even more potent during sex.
‘Let me put you down while we undress,’ he muttered, sounding irritated that he had to separate us, even if it was only for a few moments. Oliver lowered me to the floor, and as soon as my feet touched the carpet I ripped off my clothing in record speed. I sunk to my knees and pushed his hands aside as I began tearing at the fly of his suit trousers.
My fingers were shaking from the mixture of lust and adrenalin in my system, but finally I succeeded in ripping the fabric apart and dragging his trousers and boxers down his legs in one go.
Oliver kicked them aside, and as his cock sprung free I froze in my kneeling position and just stared up at him. What a sight. From down here he towered over me, looking even taller and more muscular because of the angle. His thighs were right in front of my face and so gorgeous, all muscled and broad, and then there was his cock… It was already fully erect and bobbing around as if daring me to touch it.
The sight of him, so hard and excited because of me, did nothing to cool my lust, and as a bead of pre-come escaped from the slit I couldn’t help but descend upon his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could until he bumped against the back of my throat.
‘Dios, Robyn!’ His breath escaped him in a hissed curse as I set about sucking on him as if my life depended upon it. He was solid but got even harder when one of his hands slid into my hair and grasped at the long strands before guiding my head back and forth along his shaft. I smiled around him, finding it amusing that regardless of the situation he always felt the urge to be in control, and that I always wanted it that way, too.
‘So deep… Fuck…’ he groaned, and I smiled around my mouthful of him, pleased to be having such an effect. My tongue teased the thick veins on the underside and swirled around the broad top until he gripped my head and attempted to pull me away.
‘I need to be inside you.’ His commanding tone always sent desire and lust shooting through me and I instantly stopped my movements and looked up at him, wondering if he planned on taking me against the wall – it was one of his favourite positions.
Oliver smiled down at me, but behind his expression I could see tension in his jaw and shoulders showing just how much he was currently struggling to hold himself in check. He wanted me – badly – and that realisation thrilled me to the core.
I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly slid them up his body as I stood, making sure to tease him plenty along the way and trail my fingers over all the spots that I knew drove him wild. Once I was standing, I found Oliver watching me in delighted fascination, as if seeing me so affected by him was reassuring to him somehow. Perhaps it was; he might have been worried that I would be angry with him for what happened with Alex, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The stuff with Alex was done now, and I was just so bloody relieved to have him back in one piece.
He took my hand, dragged me towards the sofa, and then laid himself down on the leather before patting his lap. Grinning, I practically leaped onto him, straddling his body and immediately moving myself into position.
I lifted my body, lined up the tip of his shaft with my opening, and prepared myself for something seriously special. I could feel it in the charged air around us, but even if I hadn’t been able to, I just knew this was going to be good because we never went this long without something physical occurring between us.
The thick head of his erection began to enter me, pushing apart my sensitive flesh until I had to pause, my leg muscles quivering with the attempt at holding myself up. As much as I was tempted to drop down onto him, I knew from experience that he was always a tight fit, and with nearly a week since he’d last been inside me I was going to need some stretching. I edged him into me a little at a time, absorbing the delicious stretch with a low, drawn-out groan.
‘Fuck, Robyn. Yes. Take me. I’m all yours, baby.’ As I neared the end of him the fullness became almost too much. There was a hint of pain, but it was mixed with exquisite pleasure. Pleasure and pain, but it was the exact perfect balance for me.
Our eyes were joined in a burning stare that seemed like it would last for eternity, and as I sunk down onto the final inch of him I felt so connected to him that my emotions nearly overwhelmed me.
Oliver’s hands were flexing repeatedly on my hips, which I knew was his way of holding himself back from taking over the control, so I began to move to give us both the friction we were craving. I circled my hips over and over again, feeling his length inside me hitting against all the right places and quickly driving me towards an orgasm.
This was incredible, but my slow movements obviously weren’t enough for Oliver because he gripped my hips and I found myself turning and being flipped onto my back. In a mere millisecond, I was caged below Oliver as he let out a lusty growl and plunged back inside me again.
‘Mine,’ he stated, his expression filled with possessive desire as he reared back. From the dark look on his face I knew this was about to be some of his rougher, harder sex, and oh God, was I right. His entire body jacked forward on a plunge that was so hard and so deep I could barely deal with the intensity of it. He’d managed to rub my G-spot and slam against my clit with such perfection that my vision blurred for a second and a yelp flew from my mouth as pleasure sliced through my body.
I clung to him as he continued to relentlessly slam in and out of me, and the feel of us reconnected in such a base way suddenly triggered me to climax, the pleasure rushing at me so intensely that my whole body tensed for several pulsing moments as I came and then went limp below him.
His hips slowed, but the depth of each of his thrusts continued to send aftershocks of my climax rushing through me, making my internal muscles clench around him on each one. A growl escaped Oliver’s throat as my body clutched at him like a fist and triggered his own release, his cock throbbing within me, jerking and filling me, until his head fell forwards and rested on mine.
He continued to roll his hips lazily against mine, his cock still buried deep within me and seeming to want to stay there for the foreseeable future. This was just fine by me – I was pinned below the weight of the man I loved more than anything in the world, surrounded by the smell of his clean sweat and the feel of his reassuring closeness, and there wasn’t a single place in the world that I’d rather be.
Finally, he stilled his hips and rolled us over so I was collapsed and panting on top of his body. He snuggled me to his chest and I felt his hot breath whisper across my temple as he placed a kiss on the top of my head. ‘You’re fucking perfect, Robyn. I love you so much.’
Grinning, I leaned up so I could look into his eyes. ‘I love you, too, Oliver.’
He was gazing at me as if I was the only woman on earth, and I soaked up his attention like a sponge, allowing it to calm all the anxiety and worry that I’d gone through over the last few days.
We’d always had such a strong connection; right from the firs
t day we’d met it had been electric between us, and that bond hadn’t dimmed in the slightest during our time together. I suspected it would always be like this between us, even ten years down the line. No matter if we had children running around our feet and pets getting in the way, there would always be Oliver and I and our unbreakable chemistry. When our eyes met I felt complete, and it would seem from the glow in his gaze that Oliver felt exactly the same.
‘So, now we’ve sorted out all the crap of the last few days, how do you feel about marrying me tomorrow?’ he asked with a playful smile tweaking at the corners of his lips.
‘I’d love to,’ I said, my words becoming lost as he pulled me into him for another deep kiss.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Oliver
Today was the day, albeit our second attempt. After sorting out all the shit from last week I was finally marrying Robyn, and I’d barely been able to keep a smile off my face since I had woken up a few hours ago. It was so bad that my cheeks were aching, but in less than an hour I wouldn’t care about that because my sweet girl would be standing before me and we’d be exchanging our vows.
I’d finally get to make her mine, once and for all.
Glancing across at Marcus, I smiled to myself and shook my head in amusement. I was fairly sure that Robyn had bribed, ordered, or paid Marcus to keep an extra close eye on me today, because he’d arrived at my room two hours earlier than we’d planned and hadn’t left my side since. Literally. He hadn’t let me go to the restaurant for breakfast – food had been ordered on room service – and the two times he’d needed the toilet he’d gone with the bathroom door open so that I was never out of his sight.
It was now my turn to use the bathroom and Marcus was propped in the doorway watching me like a hawk, presumably in case I tried to leg it and escape out of the window. I had no intention of running again, but even if I had, the window was about the size of a postage stamp, so the chance would be a fine thing.
‘Are you sizing up my cock and wondering who has the biggest?’ I asked him with a smirk.
Marcus flushed, his eyes jerking to my dick and then back up again as he laughed. ‘No.’ He pushed off from the doorframe, crossed his arms with a grin, and wiggled his eyebrows. ‘I already know mine’s the biggest.’
I tipped my head back and laughed before finishing off and zipping my trousers back up. It wasn’t like we’d ever laid our junk on a table and measured them but, seeing as we were both members of Club Twist and had, in the past, indulged in the many pleasures to be found there – a shared woman here, an orgy there – we’d seen each other’s tackle on numerous occasions. I was fairly confident that mine was bigger, but neither of us were exactly small, so I’d let his boast go.
‘So, if you’re not eyeing my impressive dick with jealousy, then I’ll have to assume Robyn is to blame for me having you stuck to my side like a shadow today, then?’ I asked with a chuckle as I moved to the sink to wash my hands.
Marcus eyed me in the reflection of the mirror and nodded sheepishly. ‘Yeah, there’s no point denying it. Your bride-to-be has the jitters. She’s worried you’re going to leg it again.’
My teeth clenched at the idea that Robyn might be waking up on her wedding day with feelings of dread instead of joy, and I turned to face Marcus with a grim expression. ‘I didn’t leg it,’ I ground out, my mood plunging to some seriously dark depths as memories of Alex’s blackmail sprung unbidden to my mind.
‘I know, don’t look like that, Oliver. Robyn was just joking.’ He shrugged and grinned sheepishly, obviously trying to raise my spirits. ‘Well, mostly joking. She called me last night and demanded that I didn’t leave your side until you were at the altar.’ He moved closer and gave me an affectionate punch on the shoulder in an attempt at lightening the mood. ‘Considering you’re supposed to be the control freak dominant in the relationship, your girl certainly has a possessive side where you’re concerned.’
My cheeks flushed with pride as I thought about Robyn getting possessive over me, and then I nodded in agreement. My little Robyn might be the sweetest, most loving woman I’d ever met, but boy, did she have a fiery side too.
‘I’ll call her, set her mind at ease.’
Robyn
Here we were again. My wedding day, take two.
Pulling open the curtains, I grinned at the bright sun blazing outside. Perfect. It was a beautiful day, again, and another cloudless blue sky. Today I would definitely be becoming Mrs Robyn Wolfe… Now that Alex had been dealt with nothing could stop me walking down that aisle to Oliver.
Sasha was busy applying her makeup in the bathroom, and I was picking at my breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs when my phone started to ring beside me. Seeing Oliver’s number flash up, I immediately felt my heart accelerate. It wasn’t the excited speeding up that I usually got whenever he called me, though; it was a sudden pang of nerves clutching at my heart and making my pulse race. Glancing at Sasha, I bit down on my lower lip and frowned.
‘It’s Oliver. Do you think something’s gone wrong again?’ I rasped, my voice seeming to have deserted me.
I heard the noise of Sasha swearing and dropping something in the sink, and then she appeared in the doorway with a frown that matched my own. ‘No. Absolutely not. Oliver wouldn’t do that to you.’ She didn’t look entirely convinced by her words, but she came and sat at my side, and when I continued to stare at my phone as it vibrated about on the table she picked it up and placed it into my hand.
‘Answer it, Robyn.’
Taking a deep breath, I connected the call. My pulse was thumping so loudly in my ears that I was worried I wouldn’t be able to hear Oliver over the sound of it. ‘Oliver? Is everything OK?’
‘Good morning, cariño.’ The rich warmth of his voice poured down the line, and even from those three simple words I could hear that he was smiling. Instantly, my shoulders relaxed. ‘Today I get to marry you, so everything is wonderful.’
At his words my smile turned to a full-blown grin and beside me I saw Sasha flash me a wink and stand up. My expression obviously put her at ease because she headed back to the bathroom to continue with her makeup, leaving me to my call with Oliver.
‘I was worried when I saw you calling. I thought maybe something had gone wrong.’ I refrained from adding “again” onto the end of my sentence, but we both knew it was hanging there in the air.
‘I just wanted to hear your voice. Nothing is wrong at all.’ Oliver chuckled down the line and I relaxed back into the sofa while cradling the phone against my shoulder. ‘Well, apart from the fact that Marcus is stuck to my side like a shadow and has just watched me take a leak for the second time this morning.’
I laughed, and my cheeks heated guiltily. ‘Really?’
‘Hmm, yes. I believe that may be your doing, my love?’
Oliver had never called me “my love” before, and I had to say I rather liked how it sounded rolling from his tongue with his slight Spanish accent. The endearment didn’t stop me giggling, though, as I realised that Marcus must have grassed me up in the little reconnaissance mission I had tasked him with. ‘Sorry. I was just nervous.’
‘It’s OK, cariño. I find it incredibly hot when you get all possessive over me.’ Oliver almost purred his words down the line this time, and I grew warmer and had to squirm on my seat to try to settle the sudden arousal bubbling in my system.
‘And just so you know, I’m not going anywhere. In fact, if it were possible to bring the wedding forwards to right this second, I would. I can hardly wait to have you as my wife.’
I took a moment to let his affectionate words sink in and grinned, wishing that he were here with me instead of being down the other end of the phone line. ‘Me, too, Oliver. I can’t wait.’
‘So, is that all settled, or do I need to come over there and put you across my knee to remind you who you belong with?’
His low, teasing words took me completely by surprise and I sucked in a shocked breath as arous
al ignited in my system and licked through my veins.
Erotic images of his hand reddening my backside and warming my skin filled my mind. As my fingers started to tremble, I found myself completely incapable of replying.
Down the line, Oliver let out a deep laugh. ‘As tempting as that idea is, I was just joking, Robyn. So, are you at my parents’ house yet?’
I was so turned on now that his abrupt return to normal conversation took me a second to adjust to.
Oliver’s parents had invited me to stay with them last night, but in the end Sasha and I had opted to stay in a hotel so we could relax with a spa and some champagne. It had worked a treat, because I felt well and truly rested today.
Shaking off the remnants of my arousal, I nodded. ‘Yup. Me and Sasha got here early so we could take our time getting ready. Your mum has been amazing, and my parents should be arriving soon.’ I wandered over to the window as I spoke and looked out at the orchards and the valley beyond. The setting here really was stunning. It was still relatively early, so the gardens behind Oliver’s parents’ house were empty except for a few people tweaking the flowers for the day and primping the dinner tables inside the marquee, but I still got an excited tumble in my belly as I looked down upon the wedding preparations taking place below.
My wedding preparations. Our wedding. Me and Oliver. An excited giggle burst up my throat and I turned away from the window with a happy sigh.
‘Hmm. I love it when you make that noise, cariño. I love it even more when I make you make that noise… like I will tonight… over and over again…’ His tone had dropped lower and was now just a rough, seductive rumble down the line, promising all sorts of delicious wickedness to come later.
I fanned my face and bit down on my lower lip as I grinned. ‘Stop it, Oliver! You’ll get me overheated if you carry on like this.’
