by Lindsey Hart
“Jesse, please,” she panted, because he shifted, seating himself at her entrance. She could feel him throbbing there, right along with her, and she wriggled her hips, trying to take him inside. “Please, get inside of me already.”
“I thought that maybe you were right about the marriage thing…”
Her eyes flew to his face in time to see his teasing grin split across his face. “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
“Yeah. I know.”
He flexed his hips then, pushing the tip of his cock inside her teasingly. She let out a gasp, because holy hell, even that part of him was thick and glorious and amazing. Her entire body turned into an inferno, burning so hot that it pretty much cooked her brain, because rational thought was no longer an option.
She rubbed against him, rocking her hips, locking her legs, and grinding her heels into his ass.
“Should I continue?”
“Yes!” She hissed right next to his ear. She dug her fingers into his shoulders for emphasis.
She loved the way his forearms flexed right next to her face and his body trembled as he forced himself to go slow. He pushed inside of her so gloriously slowly, filling her up, stretching her, that she felt the burn to her toes. She mewled and rocked her hips again, taking all of him. He was impossibly long and thick, just like she remembered, and that twinge of pain jumbled up with all those hot shards of pleasure ripping through her, felt so amazing.
God, he didn’t just have a regular cock. He had one of those crazy cocks. Like… like a superhuman cock. That’s what it felt like, at any rate. Yeah. She’d been lying to herself that she didn’t remember what it felt like to have him inside of her, because she did. It was freaking impossible to forget.
She nearly cried at the thought of having this for the rest of her life. Not just good sex, but amazing sex. Amazing sex with an amazing man that she loved so freaking amazingly much.
He pulled out slowly and filled her again, letting her enjoy each glorious inch of him as he slid home. She was so full that she gasped, but it was more than that. She felt… whole. Completed. Because he was her missing piece and he’d been missing for a damn long time.
“God… Syd… feel so good,” Jesse ground out, his breath hot against her neck, where he dipped his face.
“Yeah,” she panted. “Pretty much sums it up.”
Her legs tightened around his waist and she dug her heels into his toned ass a little harder. He flexed his hips, pumping into her harder, thrusting faster because he couldn’t hold back and she couldn’t hold back and neither of them wanted to hold back.
Sydney closed her eyes and savored the sensations that every single one of those long, glorious thrusts created inside of her. She loved the way he hit spots that she didn’t even know existed. That it hurt a little, but that the pain was soooo good. He was delicious, each hard, hot thrust building the heat inside of her, banking the flames until they were roaring, tearing through her, burning her up. He took her to the brink, thrusting harder and harder, wildly, his body flexing and curling above her, all those impressive muscles bunching and flexing.
Having Jesse so close to her, inside of her… it didn’t just drive her mad with lust and want and the crazy pleasure that was spiraling out of control inside of her. Being there with him, wrapped up in his arms, their sweat mingling together as they worked towards their combined climax, his breath heavy in her ear, hers hard little pants… it made her heart so full she felt like it was going to burst.
Sydney’s legs clenched up, the tingles blooming from her toes to her thighs. Her stomach felt like an explosion wanting to detonate. Her limbs were heavy and languid, and still, she managed to thrust her hips up, forward, in time with the punishing rhythm Jesse created. She managed to bite and suck at his ass, dig at his shoulders, grind her heels in… in short, act like a wild animal below him.
He drove her to the edge, his hips thrusting just right, his cock hitting all the right spots. She knew she was close, but she expected there to be some warning between close, and holy shit, yes, my god, yes, but there wasn’t. That coil inside of her exploded, sending wave after crazy wave of pleasure pulsing through her.
Jesse captured her mouth, swallowing her cries of pleasure. He stroked her tongue hotly, echoing what he was doing down there with his cock, right before he thrust hard into her one final time and shuddered above her. She drank down his groans, swallowing them the same way she’d swallowed hers, letting him flood her with heat and pulse inside of her.
They came down from their highs together, the aftershocks ripping through their bodies, echoed in each others.
It was perfect.
That night back in college… it was good. Okay, it was amazing, but it was nothing compared to what she’d just experienced.
She felt… connected. One. At peace. Like everything was actually going to be okay.
And yeah, of course it also felt perfectly amazing.
Jesse licked and nipped at her mouth, drank and sipped from her until their passion was spent and their sweat grew cold in the room’s air conditioning. He rolled off of her, carefully untangling their limbs, so that he hit the bed hard beside her, but he didn’t let her leave his arms. He wrapped them around her and tugged her into his hard side.
He didn’t pull the sheets over them and she was cold, but she wasn’t going to move. Not when her head was tucked up onto Jesse’s chest, her ear pressed above his heartbeat, her fingers splayed out on his abs. She loved the rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his body flooding hers. She loved the safety she felt being there, all wrapped up in him.
“So…” Jesse panted. “Did I manage to convince you to stay?”
“Stay?” she squeaked. “Like? Here?”
He laughed. “Anywhere you want, just as long as it’s with me.”
“I…”
His cock throbbed between them and she looked down, shocked. How the heck is it possible that he’s still hard? I mean, like, that hard. Like, really hard. Like what we just did didn’t even happen?
“Maybe you need some more convincing,” he said darkly, before swinging her up on top of him, so that her legs straddled his waist, his cock pressed between them.
“I think I do,” she panted, but she grinned down at him and winked.
He stared up at her for a second, in complete and utter, rapt adoration, but then be winked back, and it was the most beautiful wink in the world, because that wink…
That wink kind of looked like forever.
EPILOGUE
Jesse
“Do you think it’s weird, packing and flying across the country for your own wedding? I mean, I feel like we didn’t actually plan any of this. Like we slacked off and let everyone else do it for us and we’re just kind of showing up like any other guest.”
“Well, if you count any other guest as your parents and my mom and your super annoying brother and our really close friends…”
Sydney’s hands still on the suitcase that she was trying to zip closed. It looked like it was going to burst. He should have told her to pack two bags, since the airline was going to ding them for that crazy overweight bag as it was.
“I can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow.” Syd’s eyes danced as she looked up.
Jesse tensed. “Like in a good way, or a bad way?”
His own bag, a suitcase a quarter the size of hers, sat already packed on the edge of their bed. They’d decided to stay in Houston, since, it turned out, Sydney was a complete and utter marketing genius and loved what they were doing. Her mom moved out a month after they’d found a house, into her own condo. In a move that shocked everyone, she started dating a man who was divorced and had two kids, twelve and ten. They’d decided to take the plunge six months later and make it official. Two years after that, they were still going strong.
He and Syd decided to wait a little longer. Three years after he’d walked into her interview with that photo album, they still hadn’t killed each other yet.
He’d taken the chance of a lifetime and bought a ring and after a lecture about how they didn’t need to be married to be happy, Syd had broken down into happy tears, thrown her arms around his neck, and said that yes, she’d be honored to be his wife.
She turned to him, a sweet smile lighting up her face. “A happy way of course. I just- I mean, you said when we were kids that you wanted to get married in your parent’s backyard. I just feel like they’ve gone to all this work and we haven’t really done anything.”
“You bought a dress. That’s all there really was to do. They just have to set up lawn chairs and make sandwiches.”
Syd hesitated again. He hated the speck of doubt he saw in her eyes when they flicked back up to his. “Do you think that- well- that if anyone gets a photo of Philly’s most eligible bachelor getting married like a hobo in a tiny ceremony with ten people as guests that- that people will- think…”
“I don’t care what people think.” He stalked over and dropped his hands to her waist. “And we live in Houston now, so I’m not Philly’s most eligible bachelor. That title has shifted onto some other poor bastard. This- you- this is everything that I want. It’s everything I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, so no, if some photos get leaked or someone says something, I don’t actually give a shit, because you, Sydney, are going to be my wife. The most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, smart, caring, kick ass marketing woman in the world.”
“Kick ass marketing?” she giggled. “Seriously, I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Oh, it’s a thing. I should also add, sexiest on that list.”
Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she looped her arms around his neck. He marveled again that she’d chosen him. Him. It had taken a damn long time for them to get their stuff figured out, but when they did, even they were surprised at how strong they were going. At how everything just kind of fell into place and it just seemed… easy. Turned out people were right when they said having a solid friendship as a base first, really helped.
“Looks like your parents are going to get everything they want.”
Jesse stared into Syd’s face, because her smile was kind of weird, a little lopsided, and her eyes were really glowing. Like they did when she had a secret.
“Uh- I- like… like the wedding?” he asked, confused. “Because they want us to move back to Philly and that is definitely not happening. We have to keep working on them to come out here. The winters are so much better.”
She giggled, higher pitched and more girlish than normal. Which was also confusing.
“No, like everything, everything.”
And then it hit him. Because it wasn’t like they hadn’t been trying. She’d been off the pill for six months after they both decided that being parents would complete the happiness that they’d found in each other. She’d always said she didn’t know if she wanted kids, but half a year ago, when he’d asked her again, he was surprised to find that her face softened and she got this far away look in her eyes, and she said that maybe, just maybe, she could imagine herself as a mom.
“Syd… really? Because if you’re not, you shouldn’t make jokes like that. I might have to hand you my man-card, because seriously, I feel like I’m going to faint here.”
She nodded, her smile faltering. “You’re happy, right?”
“Happy?” he laughed, astounded. “Are you serious right now? I’m happier than my mom will be, and I’m sure she’s going to do a triple backflip when we tell her.”
“Just a triple?”
They stared at each other for a second longer, letting the shock sink in, and then he scooped her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her breathless.
After he came up for air, panting, a huge dorky grin splitting his face no doubt, he glanced from the woman he loved most in the whole world to her suitcase on the bed. “You know, if you take half that stuff, we’ll make it through the airport in double the time, which means that we might have time for five minutes of pre-marital bliss…”
She snorted, but her eyes trailed to her suitcase. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. There is seriously no science backing that up.”
He arched a brow. “No?”
She hesitated. Looked at the suitcase again. Looked back at him. Her hands came up to cup his face and her eyes darkened with hunger. “Yeah- on second thought, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I don’t need half that stuff anyway.”
She dragged his face back to hers and kissed him hungrily and he kissed her back. Their life wasn’t perfect but… actually, no. Their life, problems and all, the occasional fight they had, the morning breath, the growing pains… all of it was pretty damn perfect.
“Did I ever tell you that I love you, Mr. Samson?”
“I think so. Maybe a couple of times. I can’t wait to tell you that I love you. As Mrs. Samson.”
And it was all about to get that much better.
Because she’d picked him, and he picked her. Right from the start. It had taken them a while to get on the right track, but he’d keep picking her and she’d keep picking him right until the end.
The End
ALPHALICIOUS BILLIONAIRES
Married by Mistake
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What do you do when you wake up in bed next to an Adonis god with a wedding band on your finger and no recollections of the night before?
And, you sure as hell do not agree to stay married to the Greek God and be his wife!
I mean what if he had a crooked dick or something. There was bound to be a catch, right?
PREVIEW MARRIED BY MISTAKE
CHAPTER 1
June
Holy mother of Hannah- whoever that was. Waking up with a splitting headache compliments of an epic hangover next to a burly, handsome, ash-blonde giant of a stranger was one thing. Waking up with a hangover, no memory of the night before, a stranger, and a simple gold band glistening on her left ring finger was quite another.
June Lashinsky bolted upright, which was hangover rule number one mistake. She never took her eyes from the glistening ring, not even when she leaned forward and dry heaved nothing but glistening lines of spittle onto the white hotel sheets.
The beast beside her stirred and let out a caveman worthy groan. “What the fuck?” he mumbled sleepily, confused. He stared at her until she managed to get her rolling stomach under control. Thankfully nothing came up. The sour taste in her mouth lingered disgustingly. Obviously, it was the least of her worries.
The caveman with the strong brow, the square jaw, the straight nose, full lips and piercing dark midnight eyes, ran a hand through his long, already disheveled ashy blonde hair. Even half sitting up, it was obvious that he was over six feet of pure jacked sin. He was bronzed. Bronzed. He probably had dimples when he smiled.
Even through the pain knifing through her head, the gut twisting tornado she had going on and the wall blocking her memories, June realized the guy was handsome. Not just handsome. Total fuck worthy material. Which was… well… obviously the case. She didn’t even need her drunk goggles to want to jump his bones. He was the kind of guy that could walk into a room full of women and up the estrogen production tenfold. What the heck am I doing in bed with a guy most women would give their left tit to have a baby with? He probably causes spontaneous pregnancies just by breathing.
A jolt of hot electricity burned its way shamefully up her spine. June gripped the sheet and tugged it up when she realized the beast was eyeing her naked breasts. Oh god. Oh god. Is that what we did last night? “What the hell?” she asked harshly. Unfortunately, the sheet slipped down, revealing an already pert dark bud. “You are a pervert or something?”
The guy ran a meaty hand through his hair again. His flawless bronzed brow crinkled in confusion, pulling his brown eyebrows closer into the bridge of his nose, which was a nice nose, solid and straight and strong. “Uhh… honestly, at the moment, I don’t know. I hope not though.” He looked
her up and down and June burned under the frank inspection. “Judging from the fact that we’re both naked and this is Vegas and my head is splitting, and you look to be in the same boat, I would say it was consensual.”
June let out a low moan. “Why on earth would you say that? Do you ever have non-consensual sex?”
The guy’s frown deepened, and something knifed through his azure eyes. Eyes the color of a dark abyss you could get lost in. What the hell. Seriously? I’m already Grade A pathetic. I don’t have to make it worse.
“Never. Why would you even say that?”
“Because of what you said!”
“I thought you might be an escort or something, okay!”
“An escort!” She choked. “What- that would still have to be- consensual.”
“I’ve never had any sex that wasn’t consensual!” The guy barked. “Jesus!”
“What does he have to do with it?”
The guy rolled his eyes. “I’m hung over as hell at the moment. All I have is a blank sheet in my mind about what happened last night. I have never, ever, ever forced a woman to have sex with me.” He nailed her with a direct stare. “Do I look like I need to?”
“Oh, that’s just great!” June threw back the sheets and exploded out of bed. “Not only did I just spend the night sleeping beside some kind of pervert, I also picked the most humble man in all of Nevada.”
“I’m sure they’re in abundant supply here in Vegas. And I’m not a pervert.” The guy’s icy eyes raked down her body, her naked body, appreciatively. “None of that was what I meant to say. I meant instead of consensual, I meant- god, I can’t think of the word. Mutual, that’s what I meant. And I don’t know where the escort thing came from. I guess I just wanted to see what you’d say. You never know…” He had the nerve to flash her a charming, witty smile. A smile! As if it was funny!
June gasped and hurried over to the black puddle of material on the hotel room floor. She glanced around the room as she picked it up. It was nice. Obviously, a suite. It had a hot tub style bathtub, whatever they were called, in the corner, a huge TV mounted on the wall above a bar with a mini fridge and actual cupboards, a leather couch, a desk and chair, a small table, and a huge king-sized bed. The carpet was black, the bedding was black, though the sheets were white beneath. Everything looked new and expensive. It smelled new and expensive.
