Amelia tightened her legs around him. “I want you inside me, your cock, your seed.”
Silas smiled and when he reached orgasm, when Amelia’s back was arching up, her soft belly pressed against his, he pumped his cum deep into her abdomen and Amelia sighed happily.
Later, as they talked softly, Silas took her left hand. “You know, there is one thing we could do which would make this whole thing go away.”
“What’s that?”
Silas smiled at her, but his eyes were serious. “Marry me. Tomorrow. The next day. By the weekend. I want you to be my wife, Amelia, I want to be your husband. Why wait? We already know it’s right.”
Amelia said nothing for a few moments then slowly, a smile spread across her face. “Yes,” she said simply, then laughing as Silas whooped and tickled her, kissed him until they were both breathless.
Hannah was sprinkling kitty litter on the icy side walk outside the coffee house when Silas pulled up outside. She grinned at her brother and leaned into the window of the car, passing him the large cup of coffee she had ready for him.
‘You look smug,’ she teased him, ‘How’s married life?’
Silas grinned. ‘Oh, y’know, perfect, blissful…’
‘Dirty.’ She said with a leer and he laughed.
‘Pretty much. I’m just going into the city to buy her a wedding gift, even though she insists she doesn’t want one.’ He waved his cup at her having emptied it almost straight away and she rolled her eyes. ‘Reminds me, Amelia asked me to tell you your presence is required on Christmas morning. She said to tell you that you’re moving in that whole week and she’s going to spoil you like you’ve never been spoiled before. You and Milo. Also, to bring pants with an elastic waistband.’ He grinned.
Hannah nodded, chuckling. ‘Deal.’
Silas squinted out of the window. ‘Sis?’
‘Yeah?’
He coughed, embarrassed. ‘Could you call Amelia in an hour or so? Just to…y’know. Check she’s okay.’
Hannah rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, yeah. She’ll know, you know. And it’ll be me that gets into trouble instead of you, so thanks.’
Silas grinned. ‘No problem, it’s the least I could do.’
‘I’ll rat you out.’
Silas laughed. ‘I’m not worried. I’ll just use sex to distract her.’
Hannah snorted with laughter. ‘Don’t think I won’t try that too, bro.’
She waved as Silas, still laughing, drove off towards the ferry port. As she walked back into the coffee house, she glanced over to the bookshop, waving at her new sister-in-law. When Silas and Amelia had told her they were getting married, and soon, very soon, she had been one hundred percent behind them. “This was meant to be,” she had declared and they all laughed, excited about this new phase of their lives.
Silas and Amelia had married at City Hall, in a ceremony that lasted only a few minutes but was so full of joy that Hannah had cried throughout. Her brother and her best friend looked radiant, and so in love it made Hannah’s heart ache.
The day afterward, Silas had moved into Amelia’s home on the sea shore and put his own home up for sale. Amelia had delivered the news to her lawyer that she was now a married woman, and to all their relief, Kirk’s lawyer had written to say Kirk was dropping the case.
Amelia had been so relieved, and hadn’t heard from Kirk again. Hannah closed her eyes now. Crisis averted…and a whole new life ahead for them all.
Amelia couldn’t stop looking at her platinum wedding ring. She was married, and to her best friend in the world. Every day with Silas, she fell more deeply in love with him, his sense of fun, his intelligence, his gorgeous, gorgeous face, that smokin’ body. Sex with him was a revelation every single time and Amelia felt any and all inhibitions slipping away as they got adventurous. He’d fucked her on the kitchen table this morning, then again in the backroom of the bookstore before he left for the city. Her vagina still ached from the pounding he’d given it in his feral need for her. Amelia grinned to herself as she dusted the bookshelves and put out a new delivery of books. The way he looked at her, all the time, was thrilling to her. Even this morning as she pulled on her gray marl tee, and her blue jeans, his gaze was full of lust and she’d laughed at him.
“Really, this outfit is turning you on?”
Silas had come to her, cupping her breast then sliding his hand over her belly. “Do you not see how it clings to your body? Damn, woman…”
He had an innate way of making her feel so feminine, so sexy…god, when she thought about it, he always had. For the millionth time, she wondered how the hell they hadn’t done this years ago.
Amelia stacked the books and pushed her cart to the deepest part of the store. She hadn’t opened the store yet because she’d had a big delivery in anticipation of Christmas, but when she heard a step behind, she turned.
All the blood drained from her face. Kirk stood at the end of the aisle, blocking her escape.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
Amelia found her voice. “Kirk, you need to leave. Right now.”
Kirk smiled. “Only when I’ve taken what’s rightfully mine.”
“I am not a possession, Kirk. This is crazy, just give it up. It was a drunken joke a decade ago. We haven’t even seen each other in those ten years.”
“You may not have seen me, Amelia, but I’ve been watching you. I’ve always been close.”
Amelia’s entire body was trembling and when Kirk drew the knife from his pocket, she knew it was over.
“Please, Kirk…don’t do this.”
But he didn’t listen. Advancing, trapping her in the corner, ignoring her desperate scream for help, he plunged the knife deep into her belly again and again, merciless, brutal. The pain was overwhelming and as she passed out, bleeding heavily, she heard him laugh. As unconsciousness swept over her, he bent over her, stabbing her one last time and leaving the knife embedded in her body, he whispered. “I was always going to kill you, Amelia, whether you were married to me or not. That’s what I’ve been dreaming about for ten years. This moment. Goodbye, beautiful girl.”
Amelia dragged oxygen into her lungs but nothing could stop the darkness from coming.
Hannah saw Miriam knocking on the bookstore and frowned. She checked her watch. Amelia never opened later than nine am. She told her assistant to watch the coffeehouse and went over the road.
“Miriam? Is Amelia in there?”
Miriam looked upset. “I was here a few moments ago, and I could have sworn I heard a scream. Now I can’t see anything. Amelia’s never late, Hannah.”
“I know.” Hannah’s heart was beating unpleasantly in her chest. “Wait here, I have a spare key.”
Hannah returned to the coffee house and grabbed her keys, walking back and opening the bookstore door. Inside, it was eerily quiet. “Am? Amelia?”
No answer. Miriam and Hannah exchanged a worried look. Together they began to search the store. Miriam gave a scream when they saw Amelia, slumped unconscious, half-sitting, half-lying at the darkest corner of the store, in a pool of blood.
“No!” Hannah dashed to her friend’s side. “Amelia! Wake up, please…no, no, no…Miriam, call 911.”
Hannah held her dying friend in her arms and pleaded with her to live. When the paramedics finally arrived, Hannah watched them load Amelia into the ambulance, then took out her cell-phone and made the worst telephone call of her life.
Silas sat hollow-eyed and desolate. “She can’t die. No, no…”
The doctor looked at him in sympathy. “Mr. Wolfenden…I’m telling you we’re doing everything we can but your wife was stabbed thirteen times. She lost half of her blood volume. I’m just preparing you for the worst. I promise, we will do everything in our power to save her life.”
Silas remembered those words like they were yesterday. He turned now and saw her walking down the aisle towards him, the Italian sun giving her hair caramel highlights. Five years. Five years they had
been married now and Amelia was even more beautiful than ever. Renewing their vows had been his idea, planned as she went through her long recovery and now as she walked towards him, the floating white dress not hiding her luscious curves or the swell of her pregnant belly, pregnant with his twins. She had survived and they had only had good days since that terrible one.
Kirk was arrested and found guilty of attempted murder. He was serving a life sentence now in a mental health facility. He had shown no remorse for what he had done but Amelia didn’t care. “He’s gone and he’s never coming back,” she’d said to Silas after the trial. “He’s done. Let’s look forward, not back.”
After renewing their vows and sharing the party with their friends and families, Silas whisked her away to a very private, very luxurious villa, and they spent the next few days, naked and in bed. Her pregnant body was even more a turn-on to him, and she giggled as he tumbled her back to bed every time she tried to get up.
“Dude, I need to pee. Your babies are playing drums on my bladder.”
“In a sec.” He was kissing her bump, still small at four months. “God, your body, wifey…made in heaven.”
“You say that, but I’m about to pee on you and I’m not really into that.”
Silas reluctantly let her go and she clambered off and skittered to the bathroom. In a few moments, she was back, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him. She stroked his cock into a rock-hard state then impaled herself onto him, sighing as he filled her cunt.
Silas gazed up at her, his eyes shining. “Have I told you how much I freaking love you, woman?”
Amelia, her full breasts moving with her, grinned back. “Only about a hundred times, baby.”
“You and me forever, right?”
Amelia gazed down at her husband, her gorgeous, adoring husband and knew in her heart the truth. “Forever.” She said simply and they made love long into the night.
The End.
The Star Series: A Christmas Romance Series
Aussie rocker and billionaire, Kip Dixon, has been wrestling with the idea of being a rock star while finding a woman to settle down with. The match is won as he decides there is no room for a relationship for him anytime soon. The future is about work and some play as he can find company for his bed with the snap of his fingers after all. That is until a pretty, little, country girl catches his eye and she can’t seem to stand him. From the get go, Peyton Reed is anything but impressed with the rock star. During his performance, he sings a song to her, making her think a little differently about him, but as he takes her backstage, she sees what he’s really after, proving to herself she was right about him. Peyton leaves the billionaire with an invitation that she’s sure he won’t take her up on.
Part 1 Star Struck
Peyton
The shade of a large oak tree does little to cool us off as we practice Yoga beneath its massive branches on the last day in May. San Marcos, Texas gets hot in the summer months. This will be my last time to practice Yoga on the college campus of Texas State, I’m graduating tonight and ready to get my future started as a writer.
I’m in the downward dog position as the instructor tells us to go into a high lunge. I rise and move into the position as a young man with spiky, black hair, eyeliner, and lipstick walks in front of me.
He looks like that guy who’s going to play at the charity event this evening. That Australian rocker.
An entourage of similar characters follow him. His band no doubt. His bright, blue eyes look right into mine as a smile spreads over his face.
“Hey there, beautiful,” he says with a thick Australian accent.
I’m sure he’s used to girls falling all over themselves for his attention!
I give him a slight nod. He pauses in front of me and stares at me. Which is annoying.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
This guy is something else, jeeze!
His pierced eyebrow raises, and he asks, “Really?”
The instructor wraps up the practice as the other girls in the group flock around the young man.
“OMG! It’s Kip Dixon!” one girl shouts.
I pick up my yoga mat and say, “Looks like you’re about to get mobbed, Mr. Dixon.”
I’m sure he’s used to it and loves all the attention the girls who seem to go brainless with his presence give him.
One of the bigger-breasted women moves in between Kip and me, screaming, “Please sign my boob, Kip!” She holds out a Sharpie and pulls her shirt down, exposing the top of her plump breasts for him to pick from. If he did.
I roll my eyes and try to walk away but find that I’m caught up in the crowd of girls who cluster together around the pop rocker. I try to push my way out of them but find it useless to fight against the throng.
A hand grabs my shoulder, and I turn back to find the painted boy pulling me along with him.
“Come on,” he says. “I’ll get you out of here.” His hand slides along my arm and he entwines his fingers with mine.
What the hell?
For some reason warmth creeps through me, right down to my core and I find it unsettling. I’ve held hands with guys before and this never happened.
Damn! I hope I’m not coming down with something like the idiot fever I just witnessed happening to my Yoga class over this dude.
Two burley men move in between us and the crowd of screaming girls.
“Back up now, girls,” one of the men says. “Kip will sign autographs in an hour, before he does the show.”
I flow along with the spiky haired guy and his band of merry misfits as they move along to the auditorium. One of the other guys laughs and looks at Kip. “Guess your little idea of mingling with the masses went awry,” he says.
Kip looks at me and winks. “Not entirely,” he says as he gives my hand a squeeze. “Looks like I found me a girl.”
What? He hasn’t found anything!
My head snaps his way, and I say, “Afraid you got the wrong girl, Mr. Pop Rock.” I pull at my hand but he holds it tight in his.
He snickers. “Mr. Pop Rock?” he asks as he gives me a million dollar smile. “Been called lots of things, not that though. I take it you don’t care for my music?”
I shake my head.
“It’s loud and I find the lyrics obnoxious,” I say as I tug once more for my hand to be released but he still holds it tight in his. “Tell me, do you think as highly of yourself as your songs claim?”
His songs are filled with lyrics about how big his dick and balls are. I’m sure his ego is even bigger and I doubt his dick is anything so great to write songs about either.
Like most men who have small wankers, they tend to make more out of their appendage than men with normal size penises do. The way this guy sings about how huge he is and how great a fucker he is and how many lucky, lucky females have got to taste his magic juice, well, let’s just say I bet that the bulge beneath his tight leather pants is a roll of socks.
“Well, it depends on which of the songs your speaking of, Miss, uh, I don’t believe I caught your name,” he says.
“I could throw it at you, not that you’d ever remember it,” I say as I tug hard at my hand.
He lets it go and looks at the guy with purple spikes in his hair who walks beside him.
“You ever seen anyone like her, Bobby?”
Bobby shakes his head. “No boss, never.”
Kip looks back at me and says, “Toss it to me anyway, gorgeous.”
I glance at him. “It’s Peyton Reed,” I say then look away. “I’ll let you get to your business of entertaining the throngs of screaming nymphos.” Taking the chance to get away from the group, I slip past one of them and walk away.
“See ya around then, Peyton,” Kip shouts.
I lift my arm and give him the peace sign as I walk away.
Silly boy thinking he can treat me like he treats all the groupies! I’m not one to get star struck!
Kip
Tripping over a crack in
the sidewalk as I watch Peyton Reed walk away, the stumble ignites laughter from the guys in my group. “Shit, Kip!” Bobby says with a fake southern drawl. “I think that little filly done stole your heart.”
I punch him in the back. “Shut it, Bobby!”
My heart can’t be stolen; it beats for me and me alone!
As we get to the door of the auditorium, I look back to see the girl. Her shoulder-length, blonde curls bob as she walks away. My eyes travel all the way down her curvy body and I take in a deep breath. “Such the girl next door.”
Bobby grabs my arm and pulls me inside the building.
“But those pretty light brown eyes were something huh?” he asks.
I sigh. “Yeah, they have little green flecks in them and those long, lush lashes, not a bit of make-up on and she glowed, mate.”
“Bet she’s a country girl, don’t you?”
I nod. “Probably going to be a veterinarian or something noble like that. No wonder she looked at me as if I was a drug dealer or something,” I say with a laugh. “I’m sure she’s a Sunday school teacher or some shit.”
Bobby pokes me in the ribs and says, “You’d most likely hate her if you got to know her. Which you won’t, not on our crazy tour, and she doesn’t seem the type to hang out in L.A.”
I shake my head. “Nah, L.A. and her most likely wouldn’t get along.”
But I don’t live exactly in Los Angeles. My mansion is a bit outside of town and there’s even empty stables at the back of the property, so she might like it.
The band’s manager, Silas, pops out of a side door and motions for us to come to him. “Wonder what Silas has up his sleeve for us tonight,” one of the other band members named, Troy, says.
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