Scorpio

by Lauren Landish

  “Very funny,” I growl, punching him lightly in the ribs.

  Hayden clutches at his side, moaning. “Starting the abuse early, I see. Oh, if I only knew about this dark side to you—”

  “That he totally deserves,” a gruff voice says behind us. “Why did you say yes to this ugly asshole anyway?”

  I turn, seeing Hayden’s dad, a bit taken aback at the comment. It’s always seemed to me that Hayden’s had a good relationship his parents. My fears evaporate in an instant, though, when I see Hayden embrace his dad, who I have to say for a man his age is still remarkably handsome. Hayden’s mom embraces me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to the family, Emily.”

  “Thanks, Mrs. Bishop,” I say, earning a tut from her.

  “You know better than that. It’s Vanessa,” she says, correcting me. “I have to ask, though . . . a limo? Really?”

  “When you’re the nanny for a multi-millionaire, you sometimes get the good stuff.” I laugh as the driver comes around and helps Vanessa and Mr. Bishop with their bags. We get in, and Hayden’s dad leans back, impressed.

  “Well, Hayden, you certainly picked the right girl,” Gene, Hayden’s father, says. “How in the hell did you manage to pull that one off?”

  “I inherited my good looks and common sense from Mom and made sure to use as little of your DNA as possible,” Hayden shoots back, Vanessa rolling her eyes. “Other than your hard head.”

  His mom leans over, whispering in my ear. “These two have been tossing insults back and forth ever since Hayden here first picked up a baseball.”

  “Is that so? Well, Hayden, I have to say, I’m damn proud of you, Son. I have to admit, for a while there, I thought you’d end up with some inch-deep airhead who thinks slumming it is wearing only hundred-dollar shoes. So glad you caught this one here instead.” He gestures to me with a tilt of his chin.

  “Uh, excuse me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one who stood up on live TV and told him I loved him when he was still being an ass to me. Pretty sure you should be proud of me.”

  Gene laughs, glancing at his son. “You’d better stay on your toes, Son. I was gonna tell her that if she ever needed help kicking your ass to give me a call. But I think she’s got that handled already.”

  “Which reminds me,” Vanessa says, “what happened to that plan you told us when you came home all heartbroken about telling Emily how you felt on the reunion show?”

  “What can I say?” Hayden says, shrugging in an embarrassed way. “I didn’t have a chance. I was going to, but Emily went into epic fire-breathing mode, and it worked out in the end for everyone. Like Tim Gunn says, make it work.”

  The church is perfect. Again, Oliver and Mindy went out of their way to give me what’s perhaps the most epic wedding gift ever. I mean, who else has a chart topping singer perform at their reception? Sure, it’s Mindy’s sister, but it’s also the one and only Roxy, and I’m just hoping I don’t get too star-struck when I meet her.

  “You ready?” Mindy asks me. She’s serving as the matron of honor for my wedding, and maybe some folks would think it’s weird to have your boss stand up with you, but we’re basically family at this point and I’m damn proud to have her stand with me. I feel and look like a princess since McKayla and Brad flew in to do my hair and makeup—and be in the wedding party too.

  “Totally,” I reply, not nervous at all. This is Hayden, and there’s nothing I want more in the world than to walk down the aisle and join the man of my dreams in matrimony. “When it was time for you and Oliver, did you have any doubts?”

  Mindy chuckles, shaking her head. “Not a single one. Just a hint. When the doors open and you see him, don’t go running down the aisle. You’d just have the kids chasing after you, and the photographer would probably shit himself.”

  I chuckle, nodding. “Okay, okay, I’ll be all sweet and classical walking down the aisle. I’ll save the running for the honeymoon.”

  The music starts, my father walking me down the aisle before joining Mom, who’s sitting in the front row with a good pile of tissues already crumpled up beside her. The ceremony starts, and I have a hard time taking my eyes off Hayden, who’s the most handsome man in the entire world in his tuxedo. I’m sure I mumble my way through my vows, barely focusing until it’s time for the rings. Watching the simple platinum band slip onto my finger and then putting its partner on Hayden’s, everything feels surreal. It doesn’t really set in until our kiss. Like every kiss with Hayden, it’s intense, but there’s an added element to this one that sears it into my mind and soul. We’re interrupted by the minister, who coughs lightly when I realize we’ve gone from a simple ‘wedding kiss’ to full-on snogging.

  “Sorry,” I say, earning a small laugh from the guests. Leah, Mindy’s daughter, is blushing while Mindy’s giving me a big thumbs-up. In the back, I see McKayla holding up both hands, her version of saying it was a perfect ten.

  Retreating from the church, we’re in the limo heading for the reception when Hayden turns and kisses me again. “You look amazing.”

  “You have no idea how sexy you look in that,” I reply, reaching down and cupping his cock through his pants. “What do you say we skip the reception and steer this thing right to the airport?”

  “Yeah, right,” Hayden jokes, pulling me into his lap and lifting the poufy skirt and helping me straddle him. “We’re going to the resort Oliver owns with his brother, remember? We skip the reception, and we’re going to have that whole damn crew knocking down our door twelve hours after we get there.”

  I chuckle, leaning forward and kissing my husband. Hayden trails his lips along my neck, taking advantage of the strapless build of the dress to leave burning lines of passion on my skin. I gasp, then giggle as I straddle his waist. I feel the thick bulge of his cock through his pants and my hips take over. I rub my panty-covered pussy over him, heat and wetness quickly soaking the thin silk. The limo suddenly jerks, and I stop, laughing and giggling in terror and heat. “What are we doing?”

  Hayden doesn’t stop, reaching down to pull one of the cups of my gown down and capture my nipple, making me gasp. He nibbles and sucks strongly, overpowering any resistance I have. Letting go of my nipple, Hayden reaches between my legs, tugging my panties to the side while growling in my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside my beautiful wife.”

  His deep need wipes away the last traces of hesitation inside me, and I kiss him fiercely, lifting my hips to let Hayden undo his pants. Just as I feel the head of his cock press against my aching pussy lips, there’s a knock on the divider screen, and McKayla’s voice comes over the intercom. “Hey, guys, not to interrupt, but we’re gonna be at the reception soon. How long should I tell the photographer to wait? He’s ranting on the phone about missing the sunset for your pics. So finish up. You’ve got five minutes after we get there before I snatch the keys from the driver and I’m coming in.”

  I hear the intercom click off and I giggle as Hayden looks at me. Thankfully, we’re both so close. “Five minutes?”

  “And traffic,” Hayden reminds me. He pulls me down, filling me with one long thrust until he’s balls-deep and my eyes are rolling back in my head. “I can work with that.”

  “You’d better not leave me hanging,” I warn him as I squeeze my pussy around his cock. “Your honeymoon is not going to be pleasant if you do.”

  “I promise,” he says as he lifts me up and starts thrusting. “You’re gonna scream my name.”

  There’s no time for slow strokes or tenderness, but we don’t need it. That’ll come tonight after we get to the hotel on the way to our honeymoon. This is about animal need, and Hayden’s cock hammers deep inside me with powerful strokes. I ride him like a bucking bronco, bracing my hands against the roof of the limo to prevent knocking myself dizzy.

  It’s naughty, sexy, and arousing as hell, looking down into my husband’s eyes while wearing my wedding dress and feeling his cock rubbing deep inside me. My clit rubs against the inner lining o
f my skirt as I roll my hips faster and harder, both of us gasping. “Fuck me, Hayden . . . oh, fuck, baby, it’s so fucking good.”

  Dimly, in the one percent of my mind that isn’t obsessed with being fucked silly, I’m aware of the limo coming to a stop, but it doesn’t matter. I’m so close, my fingers are clawing at the roof I so need the release. Hayden is gasping too, grunting like a wild animal as he pumps his cock up into me hard as he can. “Not much longer . . .”

  I scream, the trembles starting in the balls of my feet before rolling up my legs and through my spine before everything drops like an elevator with no brakes. I come, the explosion ripping from the very center of my body to rocket up my chest, through my swelling heart to pour out of my mouth in one long, single word. “Hayden!”

  Hayden growls my name one last time before he plunges himself all the way inside me and I feel his seed fill me. We’ve been ‘unsafe’ for a while now, but this time feels different, maybe because we’re man and wife. The power of our orgasms seem to be a testament to the bond between us and the power of what we have overcome.

  I gasp, sweat running down my face as I look into Hayden’s eyes. There’s another knock on the divider, and it’s McKayla again. “Well?”

  “One minute,” Hayden says with a laugh. “We’re coming!” The intercom clicks off, and he laughs before looking up at me. “Well, I kept my promise.”

  I lean forward, kissing his lips lightly. “That you did. Now, let’s go take some pictures.”

  We adjust our clothing as best we can and get out of the limo. As we open the door, Brad tsks us, looking me up and down. “Damn, girl, you are gonna look freshly fucked in your wedding pics. Let me touch up your lipstick at least. And you, go wash the shine off the front of your damn tux. I can’t trust my hands around that area.”

  I grin, not giving a shit about the pics as long as Hayden is in them with me. “Okay, okay, we’ll behave.”

  Hayden grins, adjusting his tux jacket. “For now.”

  Emily - 18 Months Later

  I glance at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly six thirty, but I’m not worried. Gina’s father gave me a call before lunch, and he’ll be here soon. I just wish he’d hurry up. I love my work, but tonight’s special.

  “Mrs. Bishop?” Gina asks me as I click Save on the last file I’m doing today. “When are you coming back?”

  I look down at my belly, rubbing the swelling bulge underneath my t-shirt, and smile. “Don’t worry, I plan on still coming to school. But I’m going to have to take it easy for a while. You don’t know how hard it is keeping up with you and twenty of your classmates.”

  Gina, who just turned eight and is an only child, has shown a massive amount of fascination with my pregnancy. More than once, she’s come up during breaks in class to touch my belly. “But you’ve got months before the baby comes. My mommy said it’s not coming until Christmas break.”

  “True,” I admit, “but the doctor told me that it’d be better if I kept to just doing administrative work. I’m sure Miss Richards will do a great job of teaching you guys. She taught elementary school for five years before coming here.”

  She nods and goes back to her homework. Starting a private school has been the challenge of my lifetime, and it would have been impossible without the help of my friends in town. Whether it was the generous contribution from my wealthy former employers or the support from my friend Cassie and her husband Caleb that helped me refurbish the old building near the university to bring it up to code, Blue Water Academy was just a pipe dream without their help.

  And Hayden. My beloved husband has used his own rising fame to bring in support. You’d be shocked at the amount of cookies you can sell at a bake sale when you have a man as good-looking as him pitching them. With him using his fame to only take big-money modeling contracts, he’s home more than most husbands. In the past year, he’s been away from home only three weeks total. Hard, but when I consider that we get to spend twenty-four hours a day together the other forty-nine weeks . . . I’ll take it.

  “Mrs. Bishop?” Gina asks again, interrupting my thoughts as I look around the room. We’ve got four classrooms now, a kindergarten and three rooms divided into two-year combined classes. With a small gym, a bus, and a big playground in the back, we’re already looking at having to expand in the next two years to deal with the number of applications we’re getting.

  “Yes, Gina?” I reply, turning away from the class picture on the wall. “Are you getting hungry?”

  “A little,” she admits, “but I had a question. Mommy says you are Cinderella. What does she mean? You don’t have a pumpkin carriage.”

  I laugh softly. I guess the title does fit, in a certain way. “Your mommy is just saying that she thinks I’m lucky to have found my husband. I’ll let you in on a secret . . . I think your mommy’s right.”

  There’s a knock on the classroom door and I look to see Gina’s father on the security monitor. She sees, too, and goes to the back, getting her backpack. “See you later, Mrs. Bishop.”

  “Have a good weekend, Gina,” I reply, walking her to the door. Opening the door, I see Gina give her father a big hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks for the call earlier, Mr. Farnham.”

  Her father shakes his head, smiling. “Thank you for being so helpful, Emily. I’m sorry mine and my wife’s jobs make us late sometimes, but I know my little girl is safe while she’s here.”

  “How is Dr. Farnham anyway?” I ask. “Working night shift?”

  “Life of an ER doc,” he says with a shrug. “She’ll be off second shift in three weeks and back to days. Speaking of the hospital, you make sure you take care of that little one inside you. Have you found out if it’s a boy or a girl yet?”

  I shake my head, knowing that there’s a betting pool going around the school and among the PTA for whether I have a boy or a girl and the delivery date. “Nope, not yet. I’m hoping for a girl, and Hayden wants a boy. What can you say?”

  “You can say that I’m a monster daddy who wants a little boy who’ll play for the Yankees,” a low, amused voice says from behind Mr. Farnham. I can’t help but grin as Hayden steps forward from the parking lot. I hadn’t expected him back until tomorrow.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  I step out, hugging him as Gina and her father wave their goodbyes. I feel that stomach-dropping thrill just like I always do as he picks me up and carries me back inside the classroom. “How’d the shoot for Diesel go?”

  “Smooth as silk,” Hayden says, kissing my neck. “All I had to do was think of you, and they said I had the ‘male sex gaze’ down to a science. And everyone’s cool with the fact that I’m not doing shoots for the next six months. I’m gonna be a stay-at-home Daddy for the foreseeable future.”

  Hayden’s lips trail down my neck to suck and nip just below my jaw, sending thrills through my body. “Hey . . .” I half moan, stepping back. “Isn’t this against school rules?”

  Hayden gives me a naughty smile and turns around, locking the classroom door. “Yeah,” he growls, picking up a jar of red tempera paint that we use for art projects. “Here we go.”

  “What are you doing?” I giggle as Hayden picks up a paintbrush, his eyes sparkling as he looks at me. “Oh, hell, no. Hayden Bishop, I swear, if you—”

  Hayden stops and pulls his shirt open, exposing his chiseled torso. I know it’s stupid, and he can turn me on with a glance anytime, but when Hayden has to get a little more ripped for a photo shoot for the ‘stud’ fashion lines . . . yeah, I got pregnant after a particularly active weekend when he was prepping for a photo shoot for Under Armour.

  Now, I just watch in horny fascination as he whips his shirt off and takes the top off the paint, dipping the brush in before painting a line down his chest. I follow it down from the swell of his pecs and down over the washboard of his abs before he stops as he hits his belt. “Well, teacher? You want to help me with my art project?”

  To hell with it. There’s a few benefits t
o being one of the co-owners and administrative staff of the school, and that includes being able to break the rules when I want. I reach for the buttons on my blouse, biting my lip as my heart speeds up and the familiar but always delicious tingle starts between my legs and around my nipples. “I was thinking,” I reply as I reach the swell of my belly, “that maybe we could make this a partner project?”

  Hayden lets out an aroused growl as I finish unbuttoning my blouse and slide it from my shoulders to drop to the floor. “I think I want to paint you now.”

  I smile and reach between my breasts to the clasp of my bra. “Just one thing . . . nothing on the tender parts. They say that stuff’s non-toxic, but I don’t want to lick paint off your cock.”

  Hayden grins and dips the brush into the paint again. “So we have some fun painting, then we go home and—”

  “And have fun washing it all off,” I agree, unhooking my bra. “Think of it as your homework.”

  Hayden steps forward, his voice lowering to a sexy growl. “I love school.”

  So do I.

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  Jerk. Angry bastard. That’s how people describe me. Everyone in this small town knows to steer clear of me.

  Thing is, they don’t know me. They don’t know what I’ve seen, what I’ve done. So I’ve learned to put up a shield to protect both me and them. When everything gets to be too much, I escape on my beloved Harley, the wind in my face calming my soul.