by Eva Luxe
I felt his cock swell inside me and I knew it was time.
When he started to pull out, I said, “No, this time I want it inside me…” I breathed heavily and squeezed hard to keep him within my domain. I had a good grip down there anyway.
He arched an eyebrow, but didn’t otherwise protest.
Soon, he jammed his masterful cock all the way into me and blasted his cum inside my aching pussy. Shot after ropey shot streamed from deep within his balls into my belly.
He groaned into my mouth as I screamed into his. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this. And without protection. But fuck, this man had me good. Plus, I was still on the pill. And for times like this? Thank God.
We held each other in a passionate death grip as our bodies melded together. I had never been more satisfied by a man in my entire life.
***
I woke up a mess.
A happy mess. And that hadn’t happened in a long time to me. Usually when something like this happened, the guy was gone, or I was gone.
But this? Rolling over to see Gordon still peacefully asleep, clinging onto me? Yeah that was different. It was new, refreshing…and I kind of liked it.
I warned my heart not to get the flutters, and not to get silly, but that ticklish tingle still crept up into my chest and I began to embrace it slowly but surely. What was with this guy?
I slid out of Gordon’s strong arms and got up. Reaching for my phone, I checked the time. I had an hour and a half to get ready and time was ticking.
“Lindsey, you’re up… early,” he mused, sitting up in bed. The sheets fell off his body, and I dragged my eyes over his muscles, and the hints of his thighs that were showing. Oh damn.
I had to stop myself from fanning and shake my head back into the right mind space.
“I am. Stacy’s getting married in an hour and a half. You need to wake up too.”
I walked into the bathroom and fiddled around with the shower. These damn fancy things make it so hard. What was the point if it was going to be more difficult.
Finally, I managed to get the shower on and jumped in. My mind was still fuzzy from being filled by Gordon that my usual rhythm was off. Way off.
Gordon was busy rummaging around the room. I listened to all the sounds he made as he walked around and opened closet doors and such. Wow, I was paying way too much attention to him.
“Damn, what am I doing?” I asked myself. I grabbed a cloth and lathered it up. The soft soothing bubbles slid down my arms and thighs, and a delightful airy aroma of citrus filled the air. I breathed in deeply, trying to find my gravity.
This was it. After the wedding it’d be over—
The door to the shower slid open and I jumped.
“Are you okay? I scared you…” Gordon pointed out, giving me a concerned and apologetic look.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I reached to pull on his arm, so he could get in and take a shower.
“Well, thank you for inviting me in,” he chuckled, stealing the cloth out of my hand to wipe his broad chest down with.
I turned around and pouted. Taking the cloth, I said, “Hey, I think I can manage that for you.”
Broad strokes, I cleaned his chest with wide steady eyes and a racing heart.
“Thank you,” he said, stroking the back of my head. My heart fluttered around my chest like a lost and blind butterfly.
“Hey, it’s a sexy chest.”
Gordon opened the shower door and reached out for something. “You’re still soaking wet with soap dripping off of you, you know?”
His hand came back in and with it was a small black box.
“Yay,” I sighed, “more jewelry?” I leaned on him and pondered. “Let me guess, earrings.”
“Wrong.”
“Hmm, then what is it?”
He opened the box and stared me in the eye.
“Woah. That…that’s a…it can’t be. Is that a diamond?”
“A diamond ring, indeed.” Gordon’s face was still serious as stone.
“That’s too big to give to me.” I closed the box and he opened it again. Now the shower felt hotter than it was when I first got in here.
“I want to marry you, Lindsey. No other woman will do. Ever,” Gordon grunted.
My cheeks felt warm and ticklish, and for a moment there? I forgot how to breathe. I made the water cooler and rubbed some stray hair out of my face.
“Gordon, you know why you’re here. This was supposed to be a—”
He placed a finger on my lips to hush me. I was going to melt from such a dominating move.
“A fling. I know. But both you and I know it’s not going to end here.”
Damn him and his truth. This wasn’t supposed to be me. I wasn’t supposed to be reaching for that ring.
“But first, I need to be forthcoming about something else as well,” Gordon said, shedding a bit more light on the situation. Ah-hah I knew this wasn’t all lovey dovey stuff.
“What is it?”
“I need to get married to keep everything I have. My company, money, hell, my reputation. It’s my father’s will. That is another long story in and of itself.”
Money. Huh, why was I not surprised.
“So, you think I’m the perfect match—”
“The only. I didn’t want to marry just anyone.”
“Even though there was so much of your life at risk?”
Gordon placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. “Lindsey, I have feelings for you. Deep ones. That’s why you’re the only one. Say no and I’m a poor man with a wrecked reputation. Say yes, and I’ll have something money could never buy.”
“A better reputation?”
“No, silly. You.”
Gordon washed me over with some soap with his free hand and I gave out a slight giggle.
Really…
What was the harm?
I could help him out. It’d be fun. Plus, it wasn’t like I didn’t have feelings too…
“Slide it on then, rich guy,” I said, winking. He lifted me, and we shared a kiss. We had to be careful though, because his cock brushed up against me, and we had a wedding to go to.
I stopped the kiss and reminded him we had to go. So, we hurried along with our shower and dug out our clothes for the wedding.
That was when I noticed it.
There was a clock in the room. And the time on the clock versus the time on my phone… where two different things…
Or more like, two different country and time zones.
“Fuck!” I hissed. “We have ten minutes, oh my God. I’m such a lousy fucking friend!”
Gordon finished tightening his tie and took my hand as we ran down the hallway to the elevator. Halfway there Gordon began to laugh. I giggled too, but I didn’t know at what.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, resting by the side of the elevator doors.
“You get married at a friend’s wedding.”
“Huh, well, I’ll call that a good sign.”
“Yes, a good omen indeed,” Gordon agreed, shoving his hands in his pocket.
The elevator door bell rung, and the doors slid open. We rushed inside, and I mashed the button for the main floor repeatedly.
“You know, that won’t make it go faster, Lindsey.”
“Yeah, but it helps with the frustration.”
We ran off the elevator and into the hall where the wedding was held.
People turned around and looked at us with surprised faces. Everyone was here except for Stacy…
I took Gordon by the hand and lead him up the aisle. He squeezed my hand, and this time, I instinctively knew he was getting a kick out of a glimpse of the future. Him and I, getting married and holding a wedding of our own.
“Where’s Stacy?” I asked Grant who was patiently waiting. Though, he showed a few sparks of anxiousness.
“Morning sickness. It’s the baby. The doctors said she might have a slight delay in the start of her day,” Grant said, trying to remain calm.
“Urgh, morning sickness,” Willow groaned. She also knew what that was like all too well.
I stood in my place next to Willow and looked over at Gordon and the other men as they stood on the other side.
The double doors to the ballroom opened up and music rushed to the rescue. There she was all decked out in her wedding dress. Stacy sparkled better than a diamond studded crystal ball. She had white lace adorned all around her and the train to her dress was long as hell.
She laid eyes on Grant as she walked forward, love beaming from her eyes. It made me teary because…no matter how tough and independent I wanted to be, I wanted the same thing too.
I looked back up at Grant and we share a few glances. I could feel him asking me why I looked so sad. I shook my head to tell him I was okay, and Stacy had finally reached us, her eyes and whole-body glittering like a precious gem.
“Grant,” she said, her voice airy and youthful.
“Stacy,” Grant whispered.
He held out his hand and grabbed hers as she positioned herself in front of him.
Willow’s youngest daughter Dahlia was the ring bearer and hopped down the aisle a bit earlier than planned. The guests laughed as little Dahlia trotted down the aisle with a multi-million-dollar ring in tow.
I glanced down at my huge rock too. Holy shit, that must have meant this thing was about the same amount since it was the same size. Did Gordon…
No, not me. Love didn’t like me. Only temporary satisfaction flirted my way. Right?
“Stacy, I vow to love you here and beyond. Nothing can nor will change the way I feel about you. You turned me into a good person, from the rich asshole I was,” Grant said, taking the ring and sliding it down Stacy’s finger.
“Grant, I vow to do the same to you. To be loyal, and be there for you from here and beyond. I was afraid of love, and you changed that.” Stacy jumped, and smoothed her hand over her belly.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked.
“The baby was just kicking. I think he likes the wedding too!” Tears leaked out of her eyes.
The pastor looked at them both and nodded. “You may now kiss the bride.”
They did an epic lip lock and I blushed. Wow, love was a beautiful sight up close. Such a rare and wonderful thing.
Grant and Stacy swept down the aisle, Stacy’s pearly train of lace billowing behind her. Grant had his new wife snuggled up against him, protective of his family.
“Wow, that was so beautiful,” Willow mumbled, wiping tears off her eyes. Her hand accidentally bumped into mine, and I could feel the ring scrape her soft cool skin.
“Hmm? What kind of ring are you—” Willow held my hand up and looked at the massive rock on my finger. The left hand too no less.
The men across from us all looked at Gordon who had the biggest damn smile on his face.
People began to make their way to the other room to enjoy the after party, and I made like a bandit, disappearing into the crowd.
“Hey! Lindsey, I know you’re not big into rings, get back here!” Willow called, following me.
I went into the hallway and into the cutaway for the restrooms before I stopped so Willow could speak with me and find out about my ring.
“What was all that for?” Willow asked, staring at my ring.
“Sorry, there was so much going on in my head and so much going on period that I just…” I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. I closed my eyes and listened to the happy crowd of people making their way to the after party where Grant and Stacy would cut the cake and dance.
I wasn’t going to miss that either.
“You’re getting married, aren’t you?” Willow picked up my hand and examined the heavy ass diamond rock sitting on my finger.
“Sheesh this thing is big,” she exclaimed. “Is it the Gordon guy you came with?”
I nodded my head and straightened myself up, so I could head down into the other room to continue the celebration.
We both kicked off our heels and followed the crowd up to the next area.
“Do you love him?”
Damn, that question. Why was I even getting myself intertwined with this guy?
“That’s the bad part Willow…”
“You’re not?” she said, frowning.
“I am…”
***
The celebration was wonderful, and even Gordon caught up with me for a dance or two. It was…romantic. But the rational side of myself wouldn’t stop screaming in fear, in caution. I retired to the room early while Gordon went with the guys to a bar to celebrate further.
Sans the strippers.
The thought of being worried some other woman would even flirt with him made me dizzy. Love.
I cared about the rich guy.
I accepted his invitation to marry him.
Look at me. I was the very thing I vowed to never become. A married woman. Soon to be doomed to the lifestyle of some rich housewife.
I laid down on the bed after stripping out of my clothing for the wedding and imagined the life of a wealthy housewife. No more stripping. I’d get the finest things…and I’d have one of the finest men.
Knock knock.
I sat up. Gordon had the key. Unless he was being over courteous.
I dragged my body along with my heavy feet and looked through the peephole and saw Samantha with tears streaking mascara down her cheeks. I flung the door open and grabbed her spoiled ass inside. She was always a drama queen. But making her cry, and even seeing her cry was a rare event. Something was up.
“Sam, what the hell? Are you okay?” I examined her body and looked for any bruises or such.
“Y-yeah. But you won’t be,” she sobbed. I sat her down on the sofa in the living room part of our suite.
“Let me get you some tissues—”
“No, please! Let me just warn you!” she cried, “you have to leave him!”
“Leave who?” I asked, leaning in.
“Gordon. Gordon Glen! He’s the man I told you about. The one that was mean and abusive to me!”
She doubled over into her knees and began to wail.
“Gordon? He was the one who hurt you?! Wait—”
“It’s true! He has a birth-mark right on the tip of his dick,” she sniffled.
Shit.
Fucking shit. Not that many men had that defining trait either. My gut felt like it had fallen off the five hundredth floor.
Fuck this. I wasn’t going to do this.
“Come on, Sam. Let’s go!”
Chapter Eight – Gordon
I was on my third shot of whiskey when I couldn’t stop thinking about Lindsey. I knew it was my cue to leave, and the other men looked like they were ready to join their ladies too.
“So,” Grant began, “Stacy heard about some huge ring you gave Lindsey. Are you serious about marriage?” he asked, sipping his cognac.
“Yes, I am. She’s the only fit for me.”
Darien added to the conversation. “That ring must’ve been in the millions. Did you get it from Fois Lure’s?”
“No, I got it from Decroix Jewelers. And yes, it’s about twenty million in total.”
“Shit, that’s a bigger rock than what I got for Willow. I didn’t know Decroix had them that big,” Darien sighed, sipping his drink. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that he wanted a new ring for his wife as well.
“During your renewal of vows, you can,” Grant pointed out.
I agreed and we all returned to our drinks for a few more silent moments.
“Ahh, well, about time to see what my wife is up to,” Grant said, hopping off the barstool.
We all made our way to the door when Grant slapped my back with his hand and gave me a warning…of some sorts.
“I have to warn ya, Gordon. Lindsey is a tough one. Be good to her. She can kick ass. I know, she kicked mine once for being late to a doctor’s appointment for Stacy. Traffic was bad, but she took no excuses. Be ready to move heaven and earth, okay?” h
e teased.
“Thank you for the warning. I’ll take heed.”
We were in a bar that was still inside the hotels, so we parted and went our separate ways.
Would Lindsey be laid out on the bed for an early honeymoon? Was she busy getting strawberries and whip cream. My cock kept knocking at my boxers, needy to touch her gentle flesh with my hot dick.
The elevator stopped at my floor and I made a wild sprint down the hall to my door. I stopped and dug into my pocket. Both pockets. No key.
Didn’t matter.
I knocked waited for Lindsey to open the door, butt ass naked and ready for me. A few moments went by and there was silence. I placed my ear against the door to hear for any sounds and knocked again.
I was sure Lindsey had returned to the room. Was she hurt?
“Lindsey? Are you in there? Are you okay?” I asked through the door.
Silence.
I ran down the steps in the stair way and up to the front desk. They gave me another room key and I sped back upstairs to open the door. Something wasn’t right. My gut was tight, and my breathing was off.
I opened the door and looked around the room. Lindsey was here. But not anymore. I looked around and saw it…
The ring, and under it a note.
I bolted over to it and read the note while I held the ring in my hand.
‘I really wanted to believe love existed.
But no man who hits my sister, or any woman at all could ever be my husband. Never contact me again. We’re through!’
The letter slipped out my hand as I reeled in the shock.
“Samantha,” I growled.
She didn’t want to see her sister Lindsey getting what she couldn’t.
If only I had told her sooner…
I rushed and packed up my shit and had my limo take me back to my jet. If I knew Lindsey just a little, I knew her fiery temper would mean a plane ticket back to the USA tonight.
Without me. And with Samantha.
Samantha wouldn’t have it any other way.
***
I settled down in my jet and took out my phone. I had Lindsey’s number on speed dial and called her. I waited while the phone rang. It rang a few times, and I ignored my gut feeling when it said she wouldn’t pick up.
