Accidentally Met Her: An Accidental Marriage Romance

by Lauren Wood

  “See, I told you that it wasn't going to be so bad.”

  It was hard for me to pay attention to him and what he was saying when there was a woman up on stage. She was not young or blonde, two things that I thought were going to be a given. She was actually a little older than me and she was very skilled at her dancing. It was an alluring dance, and there were some clothes coming off as I watched her, but it was something else altogether different. It was hard not to look at the moment and to see it at an art form.

  “Why would you take me here?”

  “I don't know. I guess I thought that you would like it. Or maybe that the old you would like it, though I don't know much about this new you.”

  I smiled at him and for some reason I really liked that answer. I liked to think that he knew me well and now I told myself that I was here for divorce. Things were changing rather quickly.

  “I do like it. I don't know why, but I do. I feel like I'm at our gallery right now and this is live art.”

  Colt smiled at me and agreed.

  “I take a lot of clients here and I have not had one ever leave disappointed. That is hard to do in my world.”

  Of all the things that he had shown me today and all the places we had went, I was starting to think that this place was my favorite. The waitress was around not too long after that and I pulled my eyes from the stage. It was the first time that I had looked at the menu and he asked me if he could order for me. I wasn't that sort of girl, I did have my own opinions, but I just let him because I figured he had been here before and knew what was good.

  We sat in silence. I was happy for the steak that he ordered me. He did ask me how I wanted it cooked and he ordered an identical rare steak with me.

  “See, I knew that we had a lot more in common.”

  “Yes, apparently we both like blood and jiggly tits.”

  He chuckled at me and I was trying to figure out what I was saying. I wasn't thinking very clearly, and I was just letting things roll off my tongue and that wasn't always a good thing.

  My phone rang not too long after the waitress brought our drinks and I could see that it was Jax. He told me that he was going to call me after his meeting and by the looks of it, it must of ran pretty late. In his world, that was a good thing and I knew that I should take the call, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not.

  “Why don't you go ahead and take that?”

  “How do I know you're not going to say something and get Jax mad at me?”

  “Do you really think I would do such a thing?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  He smiled at me and agreed that he probably would.

  “I have to go to the bathroom. You take the call and then you won't have to worry about me ruining anything with the man of your dreams.”

  The way he said it almost made me feel bad, almost. There was another part of me that was sure that he was just trying to make me feel bad. Either way, I did, and I told him that I wasn’t going to take the call. He grinned at me and didn’t go to the bathroom, so I figured that he was just messing with me. I had to be on guard when I was around Colt. He had a way of messing with my mind and it was hard to know what to say to him or even how to act when I was around him.

  “Why do you keep looking at me that way?”

  Just because you don't remember that night together Candy, doesn't mean that I don't. It is hard for me to sit on the other side of this table and pretend like I don't want to rip your clothes off and fuck you until you come all over me. It is literally all I can think about and I'm trying my best to hold it in. It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

  I shook in the seat and I tried to ignore the electricity that went to my core. I know that I was with Jax, but there was a part of me that really wanted to remember as well. He made it seem like we had some of the best sex that I had ever had, and I wanted to know what that felt like. He was clear to me that I had squirted for him, but that didn't mean that we were meant to be together. All that meant is we were good sexually and we're compatible. I could have told him that the first moment I met him.

  “Wow, I don't even know what to say to that Colt. That must have been one hell of a night for you to be thinking about that.”

  “It was.”

  I don't know why, but at that moment, I wished I could read his mind. I wished I could see the scene that came to mind that gave him this glittering look in his eyes. Whatever it was, I know damn well it was good and I really wanted to be privy to it.

  “And what if we did?”

  “Did what?”

  “What if we did repeat that night? Then what?”

  Colts sat back in his chair and smiled at me in the most charming way possible.

  “Well, in that case, I would make sure that you were there in the morning when I woke up. Then I would do it all over again. Like I said before, we never did have a honeymoon and I think we deserve one.”

  He kept bringing up the honeymoon and I wondered if it was because of what happened during the honeymoon. Was he trying to make me think of us together in bed? If that was the case, he was doing a very good job of it. The whole bit about fucking me until I came all over him was certainly very clear and vivid in my mind. How could it not be?

  “So, we lay in bed for a few days and then what?”

  Colt chuckled at me for a minute and then I guess he realized that I was being serious because he straightened up.

  “You move in here and you live with me as my wife. There are plenty of opportunities here for everyone and we could start the life that we began seven years ago, but this time, we do it right.”

  I was a little gob smacked by his answer. Did he really believe that we could just carry on like that? We didn't even know each other and even though we had talked a lot the last couple of days, that didn't mean that we were supposed to stay married. I was sure a couple of weeks ago that I was supposed to marry another man.

  “We don’t even know each other, Colt.”

  “Yet, here we are married. Just because we didn't go in the right order, doesn't mean that it is the wrong order for us.”

  I knew that what he said was true, but it was just so far out of the realm of normal, that I didn't know how to respond to it. Jax hadn’t been on my mind in a while and I wasn't even thinking about him right now. I was thinking more about the man in front of me and the problem that his eyes and lips proposed. How could I turn it down?

  Chapter 13

  Colt

  “Sorry, but I don’t have a thing to say to that. You are being very naughty Colt and you’re trying to get me in trouble.”

  “You’re a grown ass woman Candy. You can’t get in trouble. I am merely suggesting that we have some fun. Why don’t we go back home and have a drink?”

  Again, I was slipping into saying things that I shouldn’t say, but she didn’t seem to notice this time around. She looked like she was actually contemplating what I said, and I liked the idea of that more than anything else. It was hard for me to figure out what I was supposed to do at the moment. I finally just waited it all out because I wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind. There was really no telling.

  “I think we could do that, but I think I’m going to skip vodka tonight. I haven’t had a headache like that in a long time. Reminded me why I stopped drinking. I would have to wake up drinking because being drunk was always better than the hangover.”

  “Was that the old you?”

  She smiled at me and agreed. “Yeah, you know, the one that I’m not anymore.”

  I grinned at her and I knew that she wasn’t that girl anymore all of the time, but I was really hoping that she was going to be that girl tonight.

  All I could think about was getting my hands on her and I was starting to have hope again that this was going to be the time. Last night was a bust, but now, we had a chance to do it all over again. That was the only thought on my mind at the moment.

  The longer that Candy was here, the more my reasoning changed for her being
here. It was on a fluke in the beginning, just something that came to my mind. Tit was more out of curiosity, wondering why she was different. But now, now I wanted to just be with her. There was no reasoning behind it anymore. I didn't care why I was drawn to Candy, I don't think I was ever going to figure it out.

  All I was worried about now was being with her, for as long as I possibly could. The whole time that I was trying to get her into my bed though, all I could think about was the fact that she was about to marry another man. If I signed the papers that she brought with her, color coded and ready to be signed, it would be the end of us. I really would never see her again. That was something that I wasn't prepared for.

  We got to the car and the driver took us home. Ernest gave me a couple looks in the rearview mirror, most likely because he had never seen me with the same chick two nights in a row. It was unheard of, but once again, Candy with my wife. She wasn't just another woman.

  When we got home, I was starting to think that Candy had changed her mind. She hadn’t said much on the ride, even though it had been rather long. I was afraid that she had rethought the situation and wasn't prepared to be together. It didn't help that her phone kept ringing and as we were moving towards the porch, I told her that it would be easier if she just turned it off.

  “I mean seriously, if you're not going to answer it, why don't you just turn it off?”

  “You're right. I'm not going to answer it and the ringing is just driving me crazy.”

  I watched her turn it off and I don't know why, but to me it signified that I had a chance. I wanted to believe that she was going to go all the way and she was going to forget about her fiancée back home. This was the chance that I had told myself I needed.

  “We went into the kitchen and instead of making the drinks there and talking at the counter like we had before, I wanted us to be a little more intimate. I brought a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses upstairs and she followed me. We went into my bedroom and I poured the wine for her, while I got some whiskey for myself from the small wet bar that was there.

  Candy was looking around and she kept her hands to herself like she was afraid to touch anything. I don't know why, but she looked damn good doing it. I was still stunned that she was finally here with me, but I still had to wonder how she had popped into my life like she had and changed everything for me.

  “This is not at all what I expected your bedroom to look like.”

  “What did you expect?”

  “I don't know, but this just doesn’t feel like you.”

  “That's because I didn't design this. Somebody came in and decorated it for me. They actually decorated the whole house. I don't really have an eye for that kind of thing. If I had my way, there would be a bed and a TV in here and that’s it.”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t feel like you.”

  I liked that she was talking like she knew me. I wanted to believe that she felt the same way that I did. There was an undeniable pull that I felt to her and I wanted to believe that she felt the same way about it.

  “What do you think it should have looked like?”

  She giggled and told me that she had envisioned a man cave with a couple of stripper poles in the living room.

  “Why would you think that about me?”

  I was rather surprised that she saw that, even though I’d done my best to keep my real ways from her.

  “Well, I mean, let’s see. Your driver was shocked when I got in the car and he asked twice if you wanted me to be taken home.”

  “What does that tell you?”

  She smiled and picked up an earring from the nightstand. “That tells me that you don’t have many repeat nights, and this tells me that you had someone here most likely the same day that I called you. Do you remember her name?”

  She had me pegged a little too close for comfort and I felt like my collar was getting tight. Was I that easy to see through?

  “No, I don’t.”

  “But you think that you will remember mine?”

  “I have for all of this time. You’re not someone that can be forgotten.” The woman that had went before her was not the same. Maybe she was to a certain man out there, the one for her, but she wasn’t for me. I had already found my ‘one’ a long time ago.

  “And what happens next?”

  I told her not to think about it. “Let’s just see how tonight goes Candy. I’m too lost in the moment, to worry about tomorrow.”

  I leaned in and gave her a kiss that surprised us both. It wasn’t what I had meant to do, but it couldn’t be helped. I was tired of beating around the bush. The tension was there, the look of need in her eyes was there and there was nothing more that I could do at the moment but kiss her. I was passed the point of caring how it all turned out. All I knew for sure was that I wasn’t going to make it another moment without her.

  Chapter 14

  Candy

  I saw him going in for the kiss and I should have stopped it. He was coming at me and I had so much time to move or to tell him to stop coming, but I didn't do either one of those things. The fact of the matter was that I didn't want to end. The longer it took for him to get there, the worse it was. Not only did I not stop him, but I actually leaned in it to make it a little quicker.

  His lips were soft, and they moved against mine almost tentatively at first. It didn’t last very long like that, but it was hard for me to deny that I was probably the one that increased the intensity of it. He was just feeling really good and I wrapped my arms around him. We were sitting on the edge of the bed together and because of my actions, we both were laying on our sides, holding each other.

  From that position, it didn't take long for him to take the advantage. He crawled on top of me, pressing my body down with his own. It was easy to feel the hardness that was waiting for me and I couldn’t stop the shiver that went through me and went right down to my core. Fuck, I wanted him so badly and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to tell him no.

  It was only then that I realized how big Colt was. It wasn't just his height, but his body as well. He was heavy and thick and solid. Every part of him was pushing against every part of me and even though he was holding himself up, it was overwhelming and almost suffocating. I had never been so completely covered before and just before I put my hands up to his chest pushing back, his wayward hand found its way between my legs and I wasn't able to think anymore. It was just a simple.

  Once his fingers were on me and his lips were on my neck, I closed my eyes, but just before I did, I noticed the ceiling fan. It sent me into a flashback from before and it was the first time that I actually remembered something from that night. While I wanted to think that he was just talking shit and trying to get to me, the truth was that he had please me in all sorts of ways. I can see it and feel it now as if I was there again and soon trembling not from the memory, but from the way he was touching me at the moment.

  His teeth were nibbling down my chest and somehow, I wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. It took me a minute to realize that he had pulled it off of me. I didn’t want to believe that it was true, but I had been so sidetracked that I hadn’t even noticed. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. All I knew for certain was that I was ready for more than just a finger. I wanted him inside of me. I was already sinning, so it seemed only right that I do it fully. If I was going to pay for this, I wanted to make it worth my while.

  “Come on Colt, I don't want to wait any longer. You know what it is that I need, so just give it to me.

  He looked rather surprised by my words and instead of rubbing on my core, looking at that tiny nub that was so full of nerves, instead he pushed the finger inside and made me call out his name. It was all that I needed to come as hard as I could. It felt better than it did when Jax was inside of me. I didn't want to compare the two, but it was first thing that my mind thought of. Good or bad.

  “Look at me baby. I want to see your face when you come.”

  I was trying to hide my face, but i
t really was no use. He pulled the arm and hand away from my mouth and kissed me like he had the first time. I didn't know how to feel about everything but being in my husband's arms was something that I remembered now. It was hard to believe that I had forgotten at all.

  His fingers kept pumping inside of me, even though I was coming. I remembered him not giving me a break before and I finally had to push his hands away. He relented after a moment, but it didn't seem like he wanted to.

  Instead he rolled off of me and sat up, and then got off the bed all together. I could tell that he was rock hard by the knot in his pants and it just so happened that he was right at eye level. Well, he was more like mouth level and I started to unzip his pants before I really even thought about it. He was there, and I wanted to see what I was missing all these years. I can only imagine what else he could do to me, if you could give me so much pleasure with just a finger. It was going to be amazing at the very least.

  I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, enjoying the texture against my lips and my tongue. He felt so hot, kind of hard, but yet smooth at the same time. It jerked when I sent him in between my lips and he made one of the sexiest sounds I'd ever heard. It was between pain and pleasure, and I loved the fact that I was one that made him sound like that. It gave me a little bit of a rush, to know that I was the reason that he was feeling so good all of a sudden. It only made sense, since he had made me feel so damn good moments before. I felt like I had to even the playing field a little bit.

  Suckling him into my mouth, as deep as I can go, another growl came out of him and it made me even wetter. I didn't have to check to know that my panties were wet and even though they were pretty much the only thing left on, we still had to do with his clothes and getting him ready. We had both long since forgotten about his pants as soon as his dick went in my mouth.