The Runaway Mail-Order Bride

by Alexa Riley

  “Are you going to tell on me?” she asks.

  I look down and the little vixen winks at me as she finishes her drink and puts the empty glass on a tray.

  “I’m no snitch,” I answer.

  Her hands tug mine and I’m surprised to find myself smiling as she pulls me toward the dance floor.

  “What are we doing?” I ask, even though her intent is clear.

  “I’ve never been to a dance before. Shouldn’t we take a couple of turns? For the cameras, of course.” She adds the last line and then realizes what she’s said. She straightens up and looks around. “Or maybe we should blend in. I’m sorry. I keep forgetting what I’m supposed to do.”

  “No, I think you’re right,” I say, pulling her out onto the floor in the middle of the crowd. “Let’s give them a show.”

  I could see the excitement in her eyes when she brought me over here, and I couldn’t stand to see that light dim. Something inside me wants to keep that flame alight and as I wrap my arms around her waist and twirl her, I can see it shining bright.

  We dance through four songs before Willow is gasping for breath and laughing uncontrollably. I don’t realize it at first, but my cheeks are aching from smiling so much. Watching her pure happiness has been my own pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop.

  I stand there as the song changes to something slow. Somewhere onstage a woman begins to sing “Our Love Is Here to Stay.” I catch sight of my mother on the edge of the dance floor. She raises her hand slightly to me, and I nod in acknowledgement. She looks beautiful tonight, and the way she’s watching us makes me think she’s been there for quite some time.

  Willow brings her hands to my chest as she looks into my eyes. Her smile softens into something more serious. I place one hand at the small of her back and with the other I trace her cheek.

  “You’re different than I expected,” I say, and it’s the truth. Her eyebrows draw together in question. “I mean that I had this all planned out. Everything. It was all set down to the dotted line. But then you walked in.”

  She’s silent for a moment then reaches up to touch my bottom lip. “Then you walked in,” she says back to me.

  “I don’t know what the rules are anymore,” I admit. “And I’m not sure I want any.”

  She shrugs and leans up on her tiptoes and whispers, “Isn’t it more fun to break them?”

  I move my hand to the back of her neck and lean down so my lips are just a breath from hers. “Careful what you ask for.”

  When my lips connect with hers, the music and crowd fade away. My grip on her hair tightens as my hand on her lower back moves even lower to cup her ass. I feel her fingers on the nape of my neck as her mouth opens on a gasp and my tongue sweeps in. She tastes like sweetness from the drink she had earlier, and something warm. Something addicting that’s all her own flavor and I want to devour it. Right there in the middle of the dance floor I maul her like a mountain lion that’s just pounced on a juicy doe. Instead of remembering where I am, and that I’m surrounded by dozens of watchful eyes, I kiss Willow like it’s the last time I’ll kiss her. Like the world is about to end and the only thing that can save it is my mouth on hers.

  I don’t know how much time passes before I hear someone loudly clear their throat beside us. I angrily pull my mouth from Willow’s and hold her close to my chest as I notice my mother standing next to us. It’s then I notice everyone is staring, and though I’m happy everyone can see that she’s mine, this might not be the best place to make love to her.

  The music changes and an upbeat song begins as my mother pats me on the shoulder and walks away. There’s a mysterious smile in her eyes, but I choose to ignore it. Right now, my focus is on getting Willow out of here.

  I pull out my phone while I wrap my arm around her and move to the edge of the dance floor. The crowd that was watching us goes back to watching the other dancers on the floor as I wait for a text back from my driver.

  “Damn it,” I mutter as I read his reply and scan the room.

  “What’s wrong?” Willow asks, and I tug her to the other side of the room.

  “The car is stuck in valet. It will probably be another twenty minutes before he can get us.”

  “We’re leaving already?” Disappointment is clear in her voice.

  “No,” is all I say in response.

  When we reach the end of a dark hallway, I find a side door and enter it. I glance around the dark room and see it’s a small library. Pulling Willow in behind me, I close the door and flip the lock.

  “I can’t wait that long,” I say, pressing her against the door and going down to my knees in front of her. “I’ve got to taste you.”

  “Dane? Are you serious?” There’s mild panic in her voice, but she isn’t trying to stop me.

  “How many layers of this goddamn stuff is there?” I say, trying to push the frothy material out of my way.

  “Here, there’s a slit up the leg,” she says, and pushes away the material from the side. Her shaky hands reveal the length of her smooth leg and I immediately run both my hands up it. “What are you doing?”

  “I need you,” I say as I push the material over to reveal her other leg. I see the lacy pink panties that block what I’m after and I growl at them. “Take them off.”

  Her fingers wiggle down and grab the edges as she pushes them off her hips and down her thighs. Her bare pussy is right in front of my mouth, and I can see her damp lips glistening for me.

  “Hold on to the dress while I eat.”

  She barely has enough time to grab the material before I’m putting my face between her legs and licking up her nectar. The sweet flavor that was on her tongue is on her pussy, and I want to drown in it.

  “Keep it down, sweetheart. Those sounds are only for me.”

  I hear her muffled cry as I suck her clit into my mouth. I can’t eat her fast enough as I lick her lips and then move to her center. I’m overwhelmed with power as her thighs shake and she clings to me. She cries out my name as her orgasm approaches and in this moment, she is my savior. I bow down and worship at her altar. I would sacrifice myself for her pleasure.

  Her body locks tight and then explodes as her orgasm hits my tongue. I moan at the new taste and how it’s impossibly sweeter than before. How have I gone my whole life and not found her? How have I wasted years that I could have been with her, had I only know this kind of heaven was possible?

  When the last of her pleasure is wrung from her body, I stand up. Reaching down, I unzip my slacks and pull out my throbbing cock.

  “I can’t wait until our wedding night to fuck you. You’re just going to have to walk down the aisle with my cum in you.”

  Chapter 7

  Dane

  I grab her ass with both hands while I lift her up and slide her down on my dick. My cock is hard as stone and standing straight up. As I lower her onto it, I feel her pussy’s warmth wrap around me.

  Her legs tighten around my waist and I kiss her neck as I thrust in hard.

  “Fuck.” I grunt against her chest as I pull out and thrust again. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” I say as I look down and see a tiny trace of blood on my cock. “Is this your first time?”

  I look into her eyes and she bites her lip and nods. “Don’t stop,” she begs as she grips the collar of my tux.

  “I should have known,” I say, thrusting back inside. “Your pussy was so fucking sweet. I wonder what she’ll taste like now.”

  Willow moans, and I cover her mouth with mine. She clenches around my shaft when I bring her down all the way so my balls are against her ass. I hold her there and grind against her clit, and she cries out in pleasure.

  I grip her hips roughly as I move her up and down, then rub her clit. Over and over I keep her on edge, not yet wanting it to be over.

  “Fuck everything, Willow. There’s no contract. No five years. You’re mine starting now.” I slam her down on my dick and rub her clit. She’s tightening up, and this time I’m going to give her what
she wants. “You’ve never had a cock before, and look at you taking mine raw.”

  Her fingers dig into my suit as she whines for more.

  “I bet the ink won’t even be dry on our marriage license before I’ve got you pregnant.”

  Her body shakes and she gasps as her orgasm hits her. I finally let myself give in to what I’ve wanted since the second I laid eyes on her. My release is like a wall coming down and I fill her with all that I have. But the pleasure of cumming inside her is nothing compared to feeling every pulse of her orgasm on my bare cock. With nothing between us and no barrier to stop me, my cock is only satisfied for half a second before he’s ready for more.

  “I don’t want to pull out,” I say, kissing her forehead. She’s got her head on my shoulder and her body is limp in my arms. “But I want to get you out of here and in my bed.”

  She moans as I slide my cock out of her and tuck it back into my tux. I don’t like the feeling of not being inside her, but I can’t walk out of here with her bouncing on my dick, as much as I like the idea.

  “There’s enough material down there, I could probably hide you under my skirt on the way out,” she teases as I bend down to help her step back into her panties.

  “Don’t tempt me.” I wink up at her and she blushes.

  “I actually don’t know if I can walk. My legs are so shaky.”

  “You can lean on me, and then I’ll carry you home.” I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist.

  “Home,” she repeats.

  The way she says it makes it sound like more than just a word. It sounds like a dream that might be coming true.

  I help her walk as we exit the library and back through the party. Thankfully not as many people notice us as we maneuver around the room and to the front doors. I check my phone and see my driver has texted me a few times to say he’s at the front.

  “I hope our car didn’t have to leave. I might have been a bit distracted when he was calling for us.”

  “A bit?” Willow teases, and I love the lighthearted feeling of having her happy and in my arms.

  When we get outside we catch a break and find my driver right out front. I help Willow get into the back and then help her dress get in as well before I follow. When we’re in the backseat, I pull her over to my lap and press my lips to her neck, needing my mouth on her skin.

  “I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow,” she says, and though she might be nervous, there’s not a trace of it in her voice.

  “Anything you want, Willow. The world is at your command.”

  “It sounds so overwhelming,” she admits, and I smile.

  “Let’s start small then.” I slip my hand around her waist and pull her even closer to me. “When we get home, which way should I fuck you first?”

  Chapter 8

  Willow

  I look at myself in the mirror wondering if anyone can tell that I lost my virginity last night. Everything appears the same, but somehow I feel so different.

  Dane comes up behind me and twines an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. He kisses my neck and I feel so warm and safe in his arms. He’s been all over me since last night. He can’t seem to stop touching me and I don’t want him to. I haven’t been this happy in what feels like forever. I just wish I could call Bebe and tell her all about him. I wish even more that my mom and dad could be here for this wedding. At first I was going to keep it all a secret, but it feels different now.

  I want my dad to walk me down the aisle and for my mom to see her daughter in a white dress. My eyes water and Dane holds me even tighter.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  I glance in the mirror and see he’s watching me.

  “I’m just happy.” It’s not a lie because I am, but it’s only a half truth.

  “I’ll spend my life making sure you stay that way. I had no idea what I was getting into when I went looking for a wife, but you’re more than I could have dreamed of. My job now is to make sure the center of my world never knows a moment of sadness.” He says it so easily I know he’s telling the truth.

  I look down and watch him drop Bebe’s driver’s license on the vanity in front of me.

  “I don’t know what you’re running from, and it doesn’t matter. I’m not sure why you have two IDs, but you better marry me under your real name today. This marriage will be real and I’ll protect you from whatever it is you’re trying to escape.”

  I nod as a tear slips free. He turns me in his arms and leans down, kissing it away.

  “I want today to be perfect for you, so we’ll talk about this later,” I say.

  This time he kisses me softly on the lips before leaving the room to let me get ready.

  I apply some light makeup and curl my hair. When I leave the bathroom I pause when I see a wedding dress lying out on the bed. It’s not a simple white dress either. It’s big and full and covered in jewels. I pick it up and hold it against me for a moment before I run out of the room to find Dane.

  When I find him in the kitchen making breakfast, I run over to him and jump in his arms.

  “It’s perfect!” I squeal as he turns me in a circle.

  He’s only in his boxer briefs and I think about how I’ll get to wake up to him like this every morning. How did I go from feeling like my life was falling apart to this?

  “Why does it feel like I’ve known you forever?” I ask.

  “Soulmates.”

  His response is immediate and the smile he gives me is panty-melting. I look into his eyes and know he’s right. I can feel it. We are meant to be. I lean up to kiss him, but he’s already meeting me halfway. What starts as gentle and sweet turns passionate and heated in the blink of an eye. He lets out a grunt and then presses his forehead to mine, breaking our connection.

  “Not until we are married.” He’s out of breath and I might be, too.

  “You already broke that seal,” I laugh.

  “I know, but you need some rest before I take you again.” He takes a deep breath and I see he’s made up his mind.

  I know he’s right. I can still feel the tenderness between my legs, but I still want him inside me.

  “Eat,” he tells me, placing a plate piled high with breakfast food in front of me.

  “Always trying to make me eat,” I tease. “And I thought you couldn’t cook?”

  “Yeah, don’t look at the bottom of those pancakes,” he says, and I see a slight blush on his cheeks. “Besides, you might be eating for two.”

  I still at his words, knowing he’s right. The idea of having a baby makes excitement grow inside me. I love kids. It’s why I worked at a daycare. If it were up to me I’d have as many babies as my body could carry.

  “You want kids?” I ask, but I realize it might be a little late for this conversation now.

  “I want as many kids as you want,” he answers, kissing my hand.

  I smile up at him. How is this all happening? It feels too good to be true.

  He smiles at me. I glance away shyly to see a newspaper laid out with the front page showing. When I see what’s on it, my stomach drops. I grab it to look at the picture of Dane and me on it. There’s an article below about one of the most eligible bachelors finally being off the market and the two of us getting married.

  “I…” I trail off, at a loss for words.

  “I’m just glad they got us outside and not when we were doing other things,” he teases, but I can’t laugh. “Sweetheart, it’s fine. Once we are married we’ll be old news.”

  He doesn’t know what this means. His words are sweet, but I’m still scared. But this is just a newspaper, so it’s not like it reaches outside the city. Right? Heck, I don’t even read newspapers.

  “Eat your breakfast so I can make you my wife.” He lifts a piece of overly crispy bacon to my mouth and I take a bite.

  “You really don’t think we need a prenup or something?” I ask.

  “You’re never leaving me, so what’s the point?” He says
it with so much confidence.

  I’d brought it up last night, but he brushed me off then, too. I don’t understand how he can be so sure, but in my heart I feel it, too.

  “What if I told you I was hiding? That someone was after me?” I wring my hands. I don’t want to have this conversation, but we need to.

  His body stills at my words. “I would kill whoever was trying to hurt you.” His words are deadly, and something about the look in his eyes makes me believe him.

  I glance at the newspaper and back to him. I trace my fingers down his face. I don’t want to lose him. He makes me feel whole and happy.

  “I have a past and it could complicate things.”

  “I’m your future and that’s all that matters,” he fires back, and I hope he’s right. “Go on,” he says, helping me stand up. “Go put your dress on so I can see how beautiful you look in it.”

  I let the stress and anxiety slip away and focus on today. I’m getting married to a man who adores me and that’s the most important thing. I get ready and slip on my dress, wanting to be his as soon as possible. When I walk out of the room and see him in his tux it all becomes so real.

  “You look breathtaking,” he says and places his hand over his heart like I’ve somehow hit him there.

  Movement catches my eye and I glance over to see his mom standing nearby. She walks up and hugs me tightly.

  “I’m sorry I questioned this. You’re perfect for him,” she whispers in my ear before releasing me. “Let’s get the two of you married.”

  I smile at her and I’m thankful she’s okay with this. I know now she only wanted what was best for her son, and I can’t blame her for that.

  Dane pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly. “I can’t wait for you to belong to me in every way.”

  I can’t either. We take the elevator downstairs and as we go to the front of the building his mom steps to the side. My stomach falls when I see Ben standing there in his sheriff uniform. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days, and his eyes are dark and full of malice.