by Alexa Riley
“We could skip dancing and go home,” I suggest, wanting him to make good on his word. I rub up against him a little, not caring we’re in the middle of the street. The champagne made me a little bold.
“You said dinner and dance. That’s what I’m giving you, little fox.”
I smile up at him, getting on my tiptoes to get a kiss. He leans down, meeting me. The kiss is soft and only lasts a few seconds.
“We’re here,” he says, pulling me into a little bar.
A live band is playing, and people are already dancing even though it’s a little early.
Sean finds us a table in the corner and orders us both a drink before pulling me onto the dance floor and holding me close as a slow song fills the bar.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you, too.”
He pulls me even closer, holding me tight.
“Never knew I could be this happy. Hell, this fucking lucky.”
“You did this, Sean. You made all this happen for us. You fought for us even when I fought against us.”
“Don’t say that,” he says quickly. “All of this is nothing without you. You’re the heart of it all.”
“Kiss me.”
And he does. Until the song finally ends and a faster one comes on.
“I’m going to the bathroom, baby. Stay at our table until I get back.” I nod, making my way back to our table. I’m stopped by a young man who looks to be about my age. He’s got blond hair and blue eyes and has ‘American’ written all over him. It’s easy to spot now who lives on the islands and who doesn’t.
“You have the time?” he asks, a little slur to his words.
“Yeah, sure.” I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. “Just a little after nine.”
He steps a little closer, and I try to retreat but bump up against our table.
“How about you give me your number and we meet up later? You look like a good fuck after how you were all over that guy on the dance floor.”
“My husband,” I correct.
“I don’t care what he was. I know an easy lay when I see one.”
Suddenly Sean is next to me, taking my phone from my hand. I hear the crack of the shattered phone and see the broken pieces to the floor.
“Jesus, was that thing made of crackers?” I say, looking down at the phone.
“I suggest you take a fucking step back from my wife.”
“Hey, man.” The guy steps back, throwing his hands up like he’s going to walk away. But he doesn’t. No, he does the wrong thing altogether. “I’m up for sharing, man. She got enough ass and tits for the both of us.”
I barely see Sean move as the blond guy gets a fist to the face. He falls back onto a table before rolling to the floor.
Sean turns to me and cups my face. “You okay, baby?”
He just hit someone and he’s worried about me?
“Your hand.” I’m thinking about the shattered phone and the punch. That should hurt, right? I feel like I’d cry if that was me.
He kisses my cheek. “Told you that dress would be trouble, and now you’re in trouble,” he says in my ear, pulling me from the bar after throwing some money on the table. “Sorry about your phone. I’ll get you a new one.”
I can’t wait to get home, and for Sean to show me all the trouble I’m in.
Epilogue
Sean
Six months after that…
“Sean! Are you in here?”
I hear Tessa coming into our room, and I go to the closet to hide the bag.
“What are you doing?”
I turn around, wondering how the hell she got to me so fast.
“Nothing.”
Tessa rolls her eyes and stands there, crossing her arms under her big breasts. All it does is accentuate them in her bikini top, and I lick my lips.
“Focus, big guy. You’re a terrible liar. What’s in the bag?”
She goes up on her tiptoes, trying to look behind me, and I feel my face blush.
“It’s nothing.”
“Then why are you being so sneaky?” A devilish grin crosses her face, and I know what’s coming.
Suddenly, she’s jumping at me, and I have no choice but to catch her, dropping the bag of pregnancy tests behind me.
“What the—”
“I just wanted to be prepared,” I stumble. Feeling silly. “You know, whenever you’re ready.”
Tessa laughs and wraps her legs and arms tighter around me.
“It’s funny, because I don’t remember you asking at all last time. I just remember you putting a baby in me.”
My cock twitches at her words. She’s right. Things have grown stronger between us since we’ve been on the island, and I know I never have to worry about her leaving me. But I still want another baby with her. She’s an incredible mother, and seeing Marcus grow over this past year has been magical. I never thought I’d be the guy who got excited about first steps or first words until I met Tessa. I never realized how much I wanted to make a family until the first time I laid eyes on her.
I carry her over to the bed and climb on, laying her down under me.
“I’m ready, but I’ve also come to realize we have lots of time. I just thought I’d cum in you as many times as possible and then maybe steal your pee out of the toilet and keep testing it until I get you bred.”
Tessa puts her hands over her face and I hear her giggle. “There’s that crazy love of mine.”
“Is that an invitation?” I push her sundress up, revealing her naked pussy. She stopped wearing bottoms a long time ago, and it’s made life a lot easier.
“Marcus is with Sal and Marie this afternoon. I think that’s all the invitation you need.”
Growling, I move down her body and shoulder her legs apart. I put my mouth on her cunt. I know exactly how to get her off, and I don’t want to draw it out. I plan on having her at least three times before Sal comes back with Marcus, and I want to make the most of it.
Pushing two fingers inside her wet channel, I curl them up, hitting her sweet spot and making her back arch off the bed.
“Sean,” she moans, gripping my hair and grinding down on my mouth.
“That’s it, little fox,” I mumble against her wet core. “Fucking use my mouth.”
I suck her clit as she pushes against me, begging for what only I can give her. I lay my free arm across her hips, holding her down and pulling her orgasm from her.
She cums in my mouth, shouting my name and pulsing under me. Her body is like an instrument and I’ve gained mastery over it. Strumming the right strings makes the sweetest music.
I move back up her body, pushing down my loose shorts and gripping my thick cock. I rub the head through her wetness and thrust in, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm in the contractions of her pussy.
I start fucking her hard, burying myself balls-deep. I pull her top down, letting her breasts spill out as I lean down and suck a fat nipple in my mouth. God, I miss the taste of her milk, but soon enough I’ll have it again. Thinking about it makes me harder, and I thrust roughly into her.
“Sean!” She pulls at my T-shirt, and it’s then I realize I’m still dressed. Only my cock is out, and it’s working in and out of her tight body. My shirt is the last thing on my mind.
I don’t stop moving inside her as I help Tessa remove my shirt. I’m like an animal, wanting to give her my seed make a baby.
Kissing up her neck, I bite her earlobe and lick the shell of her ear. I feel her shiver under me, and I hold her close as she tightens her legs around my waist.
“Say it, little fox.”
I hear her intake of breath as I plunge deeper, needing to be inside her body as fully as possible.
“I’m yours, Sean. Only yours.”
I feel her clench around me, and I reach between us to rub her clit. She’s already ready for another orgasm, and this time I want to cum with her.
Feeling her tighten on me again, I adjust the angle of
my hips, letting her have every rigid inch of me.
“Goddamn right you are. And I’m yours, Tessa. Only yours.”
She clamps down on my cock, exploding into her orgasm. She clings to me as her hips jerk upward, tensing and contracting as she goes off.
Thrusting into her as far as I can go, I hold myself there as her clenches pull my own orgasm from me. I spill my seed into her welcoming womb.
I feel the smile on my face as I hold myself up on my elbows and bury my face in her neck. Nothing is sweeter or more satisfying than being inside my love.
Grabbing her hips, I roll us over so she’s straddling me and lying on my chest. I can feel her trying to catch her breath as I try to catch mine, both of us spent from the quick passion.
“You’re welcome, baby,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow. “Welcome for what?”
“I just gave you a baby girl. It’s what you wanted, right?”
I feel her pussy pulse around me again as she starts to laugh.
I thrust into her, and her giggles turn into a moan as I lazily move in and out of her soaked cunt. “Why are you laughing, little fox? You know I’m right.”
“When it comes to you, Sean, I never doubt a thing you say. I guess only time will tell.” She pushes down on my cock, moving with me, then sits up to take all of me.
I hold her hips, rocking her back and forth on my cock, getting as deep as I can go.
“You love me, little fox?” I never get tired of hearing her say how much I mean to her, and I don’t suspect I will.
Pushing her gorgeous auburn hair out of her face, she looks down at me and smiles. “I love you, Sean.”
I sit up and kiss her neck, needing my mouth on her. “Stealing you was the best decision I ever made.”
I feel the vibrations of her laugh against my lips, and I smile, too. It sounds crazy saying it out loud, but I’ve never once regretted it. Taking Tessa and bringing her to the island and making a family has been more than I could have ever dreamed of.
She’s given me a life I don’t deserve, and I spend my days worshiping her and taking care of our son.
One day I’ll tell him the truth about what I did and how we came to be here. He deserves to know when he’s older, but not today.
No, today is for making love to my perfect goddess and creating a new life inside her. Today, like every day, is for happiness. Today I hold my angel in my arms and tell her over and over how beautiful she is and how lucky I am that she chose me.
Even if I never gave her a choice.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Layla
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.
I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.
I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.
“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.
“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.
“But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.
“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.
Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.
Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.
In three long strides he’s in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his shirt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the passion and fervor I’ve felt all these years, but I don’t exactly have any experience to guide me. I’m twenty and I’ve never been kissed. But this doesn’t feel like any kiss I’ve ever imagined. It feels like he’s devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravishing my soul.
Going to an all-girls’ school kept me sheltered. I even took all my college classes online after I graduated. The only dick that was ever near me was hired by my father. His men were either deadly scared of him or had too much respect for him to touch me—probably a little of both.
I follow Carter’s lead and return his kiss. I’ve wanted this for years. Before he was taken away, I used to try to get his attention and shamelessly flirt with him. I think I was terrible at it because never once did he touch me. I never cared that he was ten years older than I was. I wanted him. I even had this silly idea that if I waited for him, he could be mine. That’s why I wrote him those stupid letters that he clearly didn’t give a shit about. Feeling my anger rush back at the reminder, I go to push at his chest, but we’re ripped apart suddenly. A guard has me in his arms and my feet are still off the floor. It takes three other guards to wrestle Carter down onto one of the tables.
His hands grip the side of the table, his white knuckles betraying his iron grip. “Fuck, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” he says, his voice rough with a touch of fury and possession. “Until you.” His glare moves to the guard holding me. “Now get your fucking hands off her.”
I’m stunned by his words. He’s pinned to a table by three guards and he’s giving orders? I guess some things never change.
“Get. Them. The. Fuck. Off,” Carter barks again as he starts to rise from his position, even as the guards try to push him down.
“This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding me says as he places me back down on the floor.
“I just came for answers,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch on to my lie. I want answers, but I want him more.
“I got no answers for you here. I don’t want to see your little ass in this place again, Cherry.” ‘Cherry’, the name used to make me smile. Now it’s starting to piss me off.
“Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” I shoot back, feeling my anger boil over. Hell, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want him to know I care, but how can he not after receiving all those stupid letters? Letters th
at had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary. I sent him my every thought. But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him. Maybe he doesn’t know what they contained. Maybe he threw them out before reading them. I’m grasping at straws. He may not know it, but he is all I have left.
After my mother disappeared, my father turned as cold as she had been. I had always been a silly child who just got in my mother’s way. She was too busy going to events and maintaining an image to devote any time or attention to me. I can still remember her offhand comments about my weight and frenzied red hair. I just always seemed to be in her way—a disappointing nuisance. Now my father can barely look at me. Does my father love me? Yes, I believe so. Family is everything to him. But does he show it? Can I feel it? Not anymore. Now I’m put away on a shelf, having to sneak away to come here.
“I haven’t felt a woman’s body in years, can’t blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise,” he says cockily as the guards slowly let him up. He drops down into a metal chair. He seems completely unfazed by what has just happened. I guess that was all it was to him—a man needing a fix. He didn’t possess my mouth, my soul for those few moments because he needed to touch me. No one touches me.
“I see I don’t have anyone now. Looks like I can go,” I say flatly, all emotion leaching from my voice. Hell, if no one else wants to show me any tenderness, why should I give any?
“Good. Get gone,” he snarls through clenched teeth, but I see his eyes soften for an instant before being replaced by his usual stoniness. Or maybe I’m trying to convince myself and it was never there.
Pulling the picture I have from my pocket, I let it drop to the floor and I take one last look at the man I’ve been thinking about every night for the past four years. I don’t want the reminder of him anymore if he doesn’t want me.
I’m done living in a world that seems to feel nothing while I feel everything.
I have the quarter million I took from Daddy’s safe before I gave the guards the slip. I’m starting my life over, a life with no more holes in it, a life where I can find people who want to feel with me.
