Love Unbound

by Cassandra Dee

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” Naomi replied slowly. “I mean, there’s so much to think about.”

  “I’m with you on that, too,” was my rueful grunt. “Maybe we should just withdraw all the money from our trusts. I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go. I’ve always wanted to see California.”

  “I like California,” she said softly, shooting a soft smile my way. And my heart turned over then because the brunette really meant something to me.

  But everything has to end at some point. I was long done with my food, and I watched Naomi finish up her meal, even enjoying how she chewed her food. Was it stupid to think that that was cute?

  “I’m glad I finally had you in the shower,” was my low grunt, eyes fixed on the curvy form.

  She giggled. “That was really hot.”

  “Where should we do it next?”

  The brunette shot me a delighted smile.

  “Oh, we’re going to do it again?”

  “Yeah, why not?”

  She paused for a moment, lips pursed like she was thinking. It was real cute, and my heart flipped over again.

  Finally, Naomi spoke.

  “It sounds like you kind of like me,” she said.

  “Are you kidding?” I replied. “I’ve been addicted to your body ever since I saw it on that first day.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t have sex on the first day.”

  I grinned. “Right. And?”

  Her brows furrowed.

  “Well, what do you mean you ‘saw it on that first day’? I don’t get it.”

  I remembered how I’d told her about my honesty policy. I couldn’t undo it, so I decided to tell her the truth.

  “I… I sort of saw you naked in the bathroom on our first day here.”

  She became instantly pissed. “What?”

  “The bathroom door—let me explain—”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?! Were you spying?”

  “The door was open!”

  “Bullshit,” she huffed.

  “It wasn’t closed all the way,” I said desperately. “Naomi, I swear, I wasn’t trying to creep on you. I promise I—”

  “Get the hell out of my room,” she said stiffly.

  “You’re not letting me explain—”

  “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!”

  I leapt up off the bed and did as she asked. The brunette slammed the door shut. Truthfully, I was flabbergasted by her assertiveness. Where had that come from?

  “Naomi, what’re you doing?”

  I could hear her making shuffling noises in the room with some muffled banging.

  “Naomi,” I tried again. “The door wasn’t closed all the way that first night. I was going to use the bathroom myself. It was an accident.”

  She kept making noise. I pressed my ear to the door, trying to figure her out. What the hell?

  “You were naked when I looked in,” I continued. “But I didn’t like, stare or sit around and watch you like some pervert. Okay?”

  The noises stopped.

  “Come on, Naomi! I’m a guy! I’m gonna look, you know?”

  Finally, she threw the door open. The brunette was carrying all of her luggage, red-faced and flushed. She’d managed to get everything packed in those short few minutes.

  “That’s the problem,” said Naomi. “You’re a guy. You’re not a man. To think I was going to go along with my parents’ stupid game. I’d rather die alone.”

  She stormed past me, knocking me with one of her bags.

  “Hey!” I yelled. “Come on, Naomi. You’re overreacting!”

  “I’ll walk home and accept my fate,” she spat angrily, brown curls flying. “I was right about you all along. I can’t believe I let you convince me otherwise. You’re the same guy you’ve always been. Nothing’s changed.”

  “What guy is that?” I asked, insulted.

  “You’re a pig.”

  I chuckled, but was actually hurt by the comment. “Oh yeah?”

  “You’re disgusting,” she said.

  “Oh, I’m disgusting,” was my sarcastic reply. “So, if you’d walked by the bathroom, and I was naked, you wouldn’t have taken a quick look?”

  “I wouldn’t have looked,” she said primly. “I would have averted my eyes.”

  “Now, that’s bullshit, sweetheart.”

  “Don’t call me sweetheart, you ignorant asshole!” she snapped. “Fuck you. I’d rather marry a homeless guy than ever touch you again!”

  “That’s not true either, sweetheart.”

  “Stop fucking calling me that!”

  “I’ll call you whatever I want,” I growled, inching closer to her.

  “You’re not going to do your alpha male bullshit on me again,” she spat once more. “You’re not.”

  “I don’t think alphas get told what they can and can’t do,” was my mild reply.

  “Joshua, I swear to God,” she said, dropping her bags. “I’ll punch you right in the face. Don’t touch me.”

  By now, I was only a few inches away, looming over that curvy form. But I kept my hands at my sides.

  “I’m very sorry,” were my words. “If I could go back and not see you naked like that, I would. It was an accident. Why don’t you believe that?”

  The brunette didn’t respond. She crossed her arms and kept her icy stare on me.

  “Besides, if you leave like this, what happens if your parents cut you off?” I asked reasonably. “You won’t get very far. And what’ll you do once you run out of money or things to sell? What if your mom and dad are serious, Naomi? Do you really want to risk that?”

  She began to cry, biting her lip. I hated seeing her like that.

  “I hate this,” she mumbled, tears streaming down those cheeks.

  “So, do I,” I assured her. “So don’t make me go through this alone. Stay with me.”

  And before she could wipe the tears from her eyes, I did it for her with big, gentle fingers. And then before we knew it, we were back in each other’s arms, kissing passionately … bound together once again.

  Chapter 12

  Naomi In Bed

  I wanted to stop kissing him. I wanted to push him away, and I wanted to run through that front door. I didn’t want him to win this one, especially after I’d finally shown him my backbone and stood up for myself.

  But I couldn’t help it. His lips were so soft, and his hands were so caring. He really knew what he was doing, and my anger dissipated with those strong arms around me.

  In between a kiss, he rasped, “Let me make it up to you sweetheart. Let me go down on you. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

  I nodded silently, and as the kissing continued, he picked me up and carried me up the stairs into his bedroom. Even though it was just the two of us, the alpha still closed the door, giving us privacy.

  He undressed me and then threw me onto the bed, pink curves bouncing. Then Joshua took his own clothes off, making me gasp and stare. He was gorgeous, his body absolutely breathtaking and the best I’d ever had. I grew wet with anticipation, wondering if he was as skilled at oral as he was at straight sex.

  But as Josh bent down, just feeling his hot breath against my skin was enough to send chills all across my body. Ohhh god, it felt good. My pussy pulsed as he teased my nub, biting that sensitive hardness before easing his tongue into my slit. I cried out, creaming as hot juices gushed down his throat.

  And with that, I came hard on his face, crying out his name.

  “Josh! Oh god, Josh!”

  But as spasms wracked my frame, Josh reached over to his suitcase and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

  “What’re you doing with those?” was my helpless pant, body still shaking.

  “I’m cuffing you to the headboard, and I’m going to fuck you until you pass out,” he grunted.

  To say I felt excited would’ve been an understatement.

  “Oh god, really?”

  “Yeah, baby,” he rasped. “Why, something wr
ong?”

  And what could I say? Everything that had happened with this man was unbelievable, and this was just par for the course. I nodded silently, giving the go ahead, and he smiled.

  The man sat over me, taking my arms, and began to bind my hands.

  “What made you bring those with you?” I whispered. “You were planning that all along?”

  He didn’t even look up.

  “I’m always prepared,” was his reply.

  I was nervous, but there was no sense in fighting what was going to happen. After all, I trusted Josh. This man had already taken me to new worlds, and I was ready once again.

  Once he had my hands cuffed to the headboard, the man loomed over my prone form, blue eyes gleaming.

  “Ready sweetheart?” he growled, kneeling between my legs. “Ready for it?”

  And then, he was really inside of me. The alpha fucked my pussy hard, going faster and deeper than he had during our entire trip. I mewled and pulled against my binds, afraid I might rip them from the headboard. But it was useless. The Dom had bound me, making me savor my submission.

  Suddenly, the hurricane came. Something about being tied up accelerated the sensation, and my pussy spasmed on his cock, a shriek escaping my lips. But Josh just smiled, never slowing down. And as he pumped, I started accelerating towards my second orgasm. It was unbelievable. And yet he hadn’t come yet. I thought with my body tightening more and more on his hard shaft, the alpha would be close to bursting. Yet, he didn’t. He remained hard and ruthless, pounding into my soft folds again and again.

  The longer he fucked my pussy, stretching it out more than it’d ever been before, the more I felt like I might pass out. His cock was just so good, reaching deep into my insides and making me mewl and writhe.

  “Stop!” I begged, crying out with intense pleasure. “It’s too much. Stop! Please!”

  Josh didn’t stop, but he did eventually allow my body to rest. He pulled out, cock glistening, still stroking it while staring at my heaving curves. Clearly, the man was looking me over, considering what to do next. I could tell he wasn’t done, and a shiver ran down my spine.

  In a flash, Josh knelt by my head, almost straddling my face. That huge dick brushed my lips, and to my shame, my mouth opened eagerly, trying to catch it within.

  A harsh grunt escaped his chest.

  “That’s it pretty baby. That’s it.”

  And slowly, that massive snack edged down my throat, delicious and oh so raw. There was the taste of pre-cum plus pussy juice mixed together and I loved it all.

  I’d never had anyone do these sorts of things to me before, and it was flat out amazing, like something out of a book, or something I’d seen in a porn video. Yet, it wasn’t fiction to me; it was real. His thickness between my lips was real. The jism that he shot down my throat was real and tasted divine, salty and sweet at once. I felt like a slut, but I was his.

  And finally, the big man came. Harsh streaks decorated his cheekbones as the man stared at me intently. And then with a growl, a grunt, and one last push deep into my mouth, the alpha erupted, streams of hot semen pumped down my throat. I swallowed again and again, dying for it all. Because this is my man … and yet I don’t know what we’re going to do next.

  Fortunately, it wasn’t awkward afterwards. Josh pulled the snake from between my lips and I hacked and coughed a bit.

  “You okay?” he asked, eyes concerned.

  I smiled weakly.

  “I’ll be okay,” was my confirmation. “Just a glass of water please?”

  And obligingly, the alpha got up, returning with a tall, cool drink. Thank god. I downed it, gulping furiously.

  “Sorry,” he murmured. “Didn’t realize it’d be so hard.”

  I smiled weakly again.

  “No, I loved it,” was my feeble reply. “Just give me a minute.”

  And as we lay there companionably, recovering, the alpha took my hand.

  “You ready to get married, Mrs. Myers?” he asked softly.

  My heart leapt, but I knew he was just kidding.

  “No.”

  “Me neither.”

  So where did that leave us? The ice around our hearts had thawed, but there was hardly a straight path forwards.

  “Or, you know,” he continued. “Maybe we could go through with it and just do whatever the hell we want afterward. We stay married on paper for our families, and we date other people on the side.”

  I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but my lips turned down in a frown.

  “I’m not okay with that.”

  “Just throwing out suggestions,” he said casually. “If you wanted to sleep with other guys, I wouldn’t stop you.”

  A guffaw escaped my lips.

  “You sure you’re not just saying that so you could sleep with other girls?”

  “What other girls?” he asked, blue eyes open and honest. “You’ve ruined other girls for me, Ms. Ryan.”

  Part of me was hoping he was serious about that, but other part of me knew this man was just pulling my leg. This was Josh Myers after all.

  “Or,” I said archly. “We could go through with it, and if it doesn’t work out, we can get divorced. They never said we had to stay together. Just that we had to get married.”

  “Yeah, but they want grandchildren,” he reminded me. “I don’t think I could get divorced from the mother of my children.”

  “That’s… kind of sweet, actually.”

  “I try,” he said with a magnanimous grin.

  But still, we weren’t making progress, so I let out another huge sigh.

  “So what are we going to do?”

  He shrugged. “We could just elope.”

  My eyes widened, heart doing somersaults.

  “I mean,” he added. “You know, if you wanted. Our parents want to be the masterminds of all this stuff. We could just say ‘fuck you,’ go to Vegas, get married, and that’ll be it. We’ll show them we’re in control of our lives.”

  It was a dangerous suggestion, but also incredibly enticing. I liked it.

  “My parents would hate if we got married in Vegas,” I said.

  “If we left first thing in the morning, I could get us there by Monday.”

  I bit my lip, pondering his deliciously devious idea. Was this the right thing to do? Or more accurately … is this what I wanted?

  Chapter 13

  Joshua Gets Hitched

  We were in the Mustang, driving like speed demons down the highway. Our parents had been calling and texting us all morning, but we ignored it. Vegas was in our sights and revenge on our minds.

  Because it was oddly fitting, the idea of getting hitched in a chapel with no one else around. It would fuck with everyone in our lives, and it would ensure that no one would fuck with us ever again. Naomi and I were bound together with a common purpose, elated beyond reason. I was completely convinced that this was right.

  “Woo hoo!” Naomi yelled. The windows were down, and the wind was blowing our hair back. “Vegas, baby!”

  “After the wedding, we should go gamble on the Strip,” I chuckled. “Spent those trust funds while we still have it.”

  “I like the way you think!” the brunette laughed, agreeing with me. My heart flipped over, looking at the beautiful brunette.

  “But what do you think your parents will say when they see the ring and realize what we did?” I asked.

  “My mom will probably have a heart attack.” She laughed. “I don’t know about my dad. I don’t really care.”

  “I don’t care, either. Fuck them.”

  “I mean, can you believe our parents?” Naomi asked. “Seriously! They just sprung that shit on us like it was no big deal. They really have lost their minds. This is going to be good. Maybe they’ll apologize and gift us the beach house as a wedding present.”

  “Sounds good sweetheart,” I rumbled. “I’d love to take you there again.”

  She giggled.

  “At least we know we’re sexually co
mpatible,” my curvy girl said. “Even if we don’t like each other, at least we’ll have a good sex life. Most marriages don’t even have that.”

  “We don’t like each other?” feigning shock.

  “Well, do we like each other?” she asked.

  Oh shit, she’d caught me off guard.

  “I—well,” I stammered. “I—you know—we’ve been—I’ve liked spending time with you. And I know we don’t know each other that well, but I like the person I’ve gotten to know this week. I wouldn’t go on a trip like this with just anybody.”

  The brunette sat back in her seat, looking out the window. What was she thinking? Did Naomi have similar feelings?

  “I’m sorry,” was my low grunt. “I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

  “No, you didn’t make things weird,” she assured me. “I don’t know. I’ve had casual flings before, and I’m like you. I wouldn’t just do what we’re doing here with any guy. I like spending time with you, too. But are you sure we’re not just sexually attracted to each other? I mean, do you have, like, serious feelings for me?”

  That was a good question. The million dollar question in fact.

  “What if I did?”

  She stared at me, mouth agape. “Well… I…”

  “What if our issue isn’t that we don’t like each other,” I suggested, “but rather that we just didn’t meet under the right circumstances? What if we’ve just had years’ worth of sexual tension all along? What if it was always meant to be ‘us?’”

  Naomi cocked her head to the side, playing with those brown cursl absentmindedly.

  “Well,” she said. “If you have feelings like that…”

  “Maybe we shouldn’t go to Vegas,” I finished. “Maybe we shouldn’t do a quickie wedding on impulse. What if we actually like each other, and regret this?”

  “I don’t want to go through with it then,” she said quickly. “Let’s not do it.”

  “Okay,” I quickly agreed, pulling over to the side of the road. “The city’s not too far back from us. We haven’t even left New York yet. So, what do you want to do?”

  “Let’s go back to the city,” she said. “We’ll go to your parents’ house.”

  “Are we getting married, or are we getting poor?” I asked her, stars dancing in my eyes.