by Paige North
Hand chosen for me.
My angel of love. And healing. She’ll heal my heart, I know she will.
Grinning like she’s got me where she wants me, she leans down to kiss my chest, and when she pulls up, I see her hand sliding into her cleft, tickling and working up her clit. “Did you think of me while we were apart?” I ask, sliding my fingers through her hair.
“Every damn day.”
“Did you touch yourself like you did that first night you were here?”
“Every damn day.”
I smile but feel sad at the same time. Though I tried to masturbate in her absence, I couldn’t. Everything reminded me of her, and using porn was only a huge bust. Every thought was about her body, her face, and before I knew it, I felt too depressed to feel good. I’m glad she could, though. “I missed you, Alana.”
“I missed you more. I thought I’d lost you forever.”
My smile takes up my whole face, but I moan when her fingers rake down my naked stomach, ripples of sensation traveling through my body. My cock twitches for attention. It wants to seek and bury itself in her soft body, and she knows it. But she wants to tease me even longer, so she slides down the length of my body, kissing every inch as she goes. My brain feels like it’s going to explode. All I wanted was to come home and fuck her hard, get it out of the way, bring it home.
But this is better, as agonizing as that is.
She kisses my belly button and drags her chin lower. “Oh, God, put me in your mouth already, please.”
“Yes, sir. Happy to please, sir,” she says with a naughty smile.
“God, I love you.”
And calling her God isn’t too far from the truth. Sex and love is the closest thing I’ll ever feel to God, especially when she swallows me in and my moans fill the room. No holding back, no worries about how much control I have. I’ve relinquished it all to this woman, and she knows it. She knows I’m completely hers.
After sucking me off for a minute, putting me into a state of oblivion, she slides up and rubs her naked pussy on my cock, getting me all worked up even further. If she keeps that up, I’ll come right here. I’ll come all over her, and she’ll wonder why she ever got involved with such a loser teen boy.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb, her breaths sharpen and nipples harden under my touch. I have to have her now. I can smell her musky desire, which only turns me on more. She shifts on top of me, restless, dips a finger between her swollen pussy lips and coats her fingers with her juices. Then, like the little slut I love, she feeds me her fingers.
“Oh, yeah…” I suck on them, lapping up every drop of my gorgeous angel, stroking my cock, unable to resist touching myself, brushing my thumb over the sensitive head, and waiting while she positions herself over me.
Where did this beauty come from? How did I get so lucky?
Taking her by the hips, I ease her onto me, as I fill her so completely, her mouth opens and I feel a wholehearted completeness come over me.
“So full of your cock, Kase.”
“Yes, baby, full of my love.” It’s the first time I call her baby and that’s how she feels, like my treasure, my jewel to care for, my woman to please. Pulling out, I slowly thrust back inside of her tight sheath, starting a steady rhythm. She tightly cinches her legs against my sides, as I grit my teeth and totally take in the pleasure.
So tight and wet, so fucking unbearable.
The way she looks at me, touches me, the way her pussy clenches around my cock every time I thrust inside of her soft, womanly body, every movement pushing me higher toward my own climax and her own as well. She rubs her clit as she dances over me, taking herself on a ride with my cock as the joystick, filling her core so deep.
She’s woman at her full potential—scintillating, powerful, and fertile.
My balls pull into me, as they prepare for release. Alana can sense me getting closer, and her body responds with a pink flush climbing up her stomach like vines. “Fuck me harder, Kase. Make me yours, make me yours, love…” Though I want to sit up and turn her around to fuck her from behind, she’s so close, so I wait. Finally, after a few more grinds, she pulls herself together, her body tight and coiled, and moans out loud.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby. I love you, Alana.”
Wave after wave hits her, her nipples stiffen into hard peaks, and I wait patiently for her to come down from her high. Once she floats back to earth, I spin her around, push her into the bed, stomach down, and revel in the view. She’s flat and face down. I love the submissive position and knowing I’m going to fuck her while she’s pinned down.
Filling her pussy all the way to my cock’s hilt, I hold it there and shudder. Then, sliding out, I slam her hard once, pull out then ream her again. With each thrust, she shudders and mewls, driving me to do it again. And again. Her ass cheeks shake with each thrust from the impact, and I love feeling myself buried deep inside her, becoming one with her. With my chest rubbing her back, I lean close and tug on her hair, kissing her ear, tugging on her lobe with my teeth. “You’re mine. My soon-to-be wife. Whatever you need, you come to me.”
“I’ll come to you, my husband,” she says.
And that’s it.
That’s all I need. Just knowing I’m her man and no one else will ever enter this temple of beauty, goodness, and fertility pushes me over the edge. I spill my seed deep into her cunt, pumping and pumping my love into her, planting and securing my future. “My wife to be, my love.” My orgasm fills my brain, overcomes my body, and gives Alana full control over me.
I am hers.
I curl into her and spoon her, kissing her neck, and wrap my arms around her. This woman tolerated me, believed in me, then saved me from my own doubt. My demons and shadows. Because of her, I have another chance at life. She deserves everything. I can’t help but wonder if my mother sent her down to take care of me. Or maybe Evie hand-picked her from the skies, connected the dots, and made things happen in heaven like she made things happen on earth. Either way, I am blessed. And because of Alana, I am, finally, for the first time since I was a child, whole again.
Epilogue
If a year ago, someone would’ve told me I’d be walking into our new ad agency office in midtown, a block away from Saks 5th Avenue, in the heart of New York City, I would’ve said, yeah sure. Keep dreaming. Like that’s ever going to happen. But here I am, after a whirlwind weekend of celebrating our little guy’s 2nd birthday at the Museum of Natural History with friends, after opening up a multitude of dinosaur toy gifts (he’s obsessed), and juggling being a mom with being CFO of Blondie Square, an up-and-coming boutique ad agency.
I’m exhausted out of my mind, but that could be several other things.
The first trimester will do that to a woman.
And secondly, it’s been a hell of a year.
Kase and I had our wedding down in Miami Beach right on the sand with a few close friends, my family, and Liam, of course, wearing a tiny guayabera and shorts. So cute! Our honeymoon was in London, because I’d always wanted to go there, and the rest of our year has been spent opening this company from the ground up, basically building an empire.
My husband is the hardest working man in this business. I can see why the old man left him everything he did—because he deserves it. And I’m shocked that he somehow found time to spend time with Liam a year ago, too. But his rule is hard and fast—he leaves at 5 PM. Anything after that will have to wait until the next day, and he’s never lost a client yet. It’s because of this balance, this respect for home life, family life, that makes him a good man.
Maybe because he never had that life as a child, because his mother was always working three jobs to care for him, and he had to take care of himself much of the time, that Kase respects private time so much. But having personal time also ensures that he’s refreshed the next day, ready to take on the world.
And he has.
There are days, like today, when I can’t stop staring at him and think, Holy
shit, that man is my husband. That man, right there in that sexy suit, working his ass off at that desk while our son thrives at home with Cassie (we offered her the chance to watch Liam after they became thick as thieves that day Kase proposed to me) is my future. He often tells me that I saved him, but I know I did nothing of the sort.
As they say, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.
He had to make the decision to love, and he did that all on his own. Because of his decision to put his past behind him and take on a new future, we are all in a better place. But my man is the smartest person in this building, and I will always be in awe of him. There’s a reason why New York Magazine just called him the Hottest Billionaire on 5th Avenue.
Not only is he sexy, gorgeous, and more handsome now that he’s married to me (cha-ching!), he’s the hardest working man I know, the most loving and serious. Some women have to worry about their men around other women, but mine has never had eyes for anybody but me. Even now, even pregnant, he’s more obsessed with me than ever, adoring my body from every angle, as I walk into his office.
“Good morning, Mr. Hardwin,” I coo, sitting on his desk.
He spins from his file cabinet and his eyes rove over me like he’s never seen me before. Every day I’m the new girl who’s just walked in, commanded the floor, and taken his attention away from the world. Every day, I’m brand new to him, and every day, he woos me like I might slip away from him if he doesn’t do his job to keep me.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hardwin. How’s my woman and my little one doing?” Kase tugs me toward him and lays his head on my small baby bump. If a man could purr, this is how he’d sound.
“Much better. No more morning sickness. I think it’s finally going away.”
“Well, that is wonderful news, because I got us something I think you’ll enjoy.” Pulling up his phone, he shows me a barcode embedded in an email.
“What is it?”
“Tickets for Hamilton. Remember you used to whine about wanting to see it?”
“Whine? I think,” I lean down and kiss him gently, “it was more like longing, yearning…”
“Like the way I yearn for you every day? Or the way I long to see you naked tonight after the show? Cassie says she can stay all day. You game?”
At first, I think about our growing business. Our clientele is everything right now. Sometimes at the beginning of a new business, you need to stay after hours, put in the hard work, but that’s the thing about Kase—he hires people to handle the overage. He never stops taking care of things, and that includes me. Besides, how can I turn down a Broadway date with the Hottest Billionaire on 5th Avenue?
“Hell, yes. That sounds perfect, baby.” I slide into his lap and kiss him.
My life is a dream come true now.
A dream I never would’ve imagined having grown up in a small, hardworking family. Having grown up in a mansion, always looking in from the outside, wishing I could live like that one day. And yet, we don’t live that way. Because we both came from humble beginnings. Doesn’t matter how much money’s in the bank, Kase and I live like a normal, married couple.
Despite the sadness and tragedy of his past, Kase has conquered all his demons and found his true calling—running his own company and taking care of his family. He’s a good man, after all. I might be the woman who saw the promise in him and waited for him to figure it out, and losing Liam might’ve been the nail in the coffin, the fire under his butt to get his life in order, but Kase made the right decisions. Because he’s Kase and he’s smart.
And he’s mine.
And New York City dreams really do come true.
THE END
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Jessa
It’s Thursday morning when I look out the window and see the only man who’s ever fucked me until I screamed. The only man who ever broke my heart. He’s dirty, dominating and sexually deviant.
The only good thing that’s ever come from me knowing Cole Frost is my three-year-old daughter, Lucy.
And she doesn’t even know he exists. Or vice versa.
And I intend to keep it that way.
“Damn, check out that ass,” says Chrissy, the receptionist, as the two of us peer out the window, watching.
Outside the Morningside Valley Vet Clinic—where I work—is Cole, his tight ass, and a film crew.
“What the hell is he doing?” I ask, more to myself than to Chrissy. My heart is racing at the sight of him—and only the backside.
“Me, hopefully later,” she says.
“Chrissy!”
She cackles a laugh. Chrissy is old enough to be my grandmother but fun enough to grab the occasion beer with after work.
“I can’t help if I like what I see,” she says.
“He’s a cocky prick.”
“I’d love for his cock to prick me,” she says, and I bump her with my shoulder. “Oh, I’m kidding, sugar!” The phone rings and she goes back to her desk. “He’s probably come to ask me to be the star in personal film. I’ll play the seedy girlfriend!” she calls, laughing again.
I stare back out the window, my heart pounding in my chest.
Three years. It’s been almost three years since I last saw him—all of him, every beautiful inch of him including that ass which, by the way, is tight and perfect and fit nicely in my hands. I feel the old stirring in me just thinking about it. That last time. It seems like I was so much younger then, definitely more naïve but so willing to give him everything, all of me. It was the most incredible experience of my life.
But it left me jaded about men, that’s for sure. And one man in particular…
Cole turns and the golden sun washes over his face, framing him perfectly. He’s laughing at something someone has said, and his blue eyes shine and the deep dimples in his chiseled face practically wink at me. And then his eyes catch mine through the window. I stop breathing completely. The last time those eyes looked into mine…
I turn on the heel of my boot and punch through the door.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, not caring that a dozen or so people with headphones, clipboards and various all-black attire stare back at me. I come up on Cole, back straight, standing my ground.
His eyes travel down me, appreciating the curves and, frankly, tits he so loved to…
I stop myself. Cross my arms over my chest. Why did I wear a tank top today? I’d had a flannel button-down over it but working with a fiery golden retriever, trying to draw blood from him, had made me anxious and sweaty, so I’d discarded it. Now I feel totally exposed.
“Hello, Jessa,” Cole says, that smile playing on his lips having turned into an arrogant smirk. He leans in and kisses my cheek before I know what’s happening. I jerk back. “It’s okay,” he says, holding his hands up. “Just saying hello.”
“A little pretentious, don’t you think?” I mean, really. The hello kiss? What is this, Paris? There are more livestock in Morningside Valley than people. We don’t kiss hello.
“Maybe a bit,” he admits. “City habits die hard, I guess.”
“But not country habits?” I say.
“Not at all. Those are easy to break. Thank fucking God.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously, what are you doing here at my clinic? You can’t be filming here.”
“First off,” he says, “it’s not your clinic. If memory serves, it’s Dr. Johnson’s clinic.”
I scoff. His memory, my ass.
“Don’t try to get all technical…” Not to mention the dig he’s probably making at the fact that it’s not my clinic. I’m just the lowly vet technician.
“Second,” he adds, “I’m not at the clinic. This here,” he says, gesturing to the sidewalk, “is public property.”
“Which
just happens to be right outside the clinic.”
“Just happens to be,” he says, that smart-ass smile back on his face.
I’m sure my cheeks are all pink and bright and it’s not from the morning’s rising heat.
“Cole, stop messing around,” I say. “What are you doing here? You haven’t been around for two years and, if my memory serves correctly—and it does—you were all too happy to get the heck of here for the big city.”
“I wasn’t that happy,” he says.
“You called Morningside Valley a town full of shit-kickers, hicks and dreamless souls.”
“Come on. I didn’t say that.”
“Verbatim.”
At the time he’d said it, I hadn’t thought he’d meant me in any of those descriptions. But then he left so suddenly, without a word, and I realized that maybe he did see me that way. A dreamless hick, kicking the cow shit in the fields. Country bumpkin. He never could see the beauty of this town, this land. He always thought he was too good for it. But now here he stands, acting like he’s a damn celebrity gracing us peasants with his presence.
Which, in a way, he is. And that pisses me off even more.
He pushes his hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocks back on the heels of his boots. He gazes out across the gentle slopes of the fields beyond as if he’s thinking about his whole damn life instead of answering my simple question.
“So?” I prompt.
“We’re shooting a short documentary about—well, about me. I don’t know if you heard but I started a little company. Peak Expedition. It’s a little boot and clothing—”
“Yeah, Cole. I heard of it.” Everyone knows about Peak Expedition.
This guy bails for a couple of years, leaves me totally high and dry not to mention his own father and his father’s farm, and what does he do? He starts a clothing company. Like, outdoor gear. As if begrudgingly working on the family farm made him a bona fide cowboy. “Those yours?” I nod to the flashy boots on his feet.
