Marrying the Marine-epub

by Sabrina McAfee

  She nodded. “Back to me starting a business,” she changed the subject. “I’m horrible at technology. Not to mention, I don’t have any money to start a thing like this.”

  “I’m a master when it comes to technology so that’s where I come in. I’ll teach you everything you need to know in order to run a successful business. Once you learn the ins and outs, it’ll be a piece of cake.” He dragged the mouse up to the top of the business plan. “Did you give any thought while I was gone about what you’d like to name it?”

  “I tried, but nothing seemed to stick.”

  “Hmmm.” His index finger shot up in the air. “How about you name it after your parents?”

  “Huh?”

  “SugarKanes Bakery & Sweet Shop,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, stroking the pads of his fingers over the computer’s keypad.

  “SugarKanes Bakery & Sweet Shop,” she said. “That’s it! It’s perfect! Just simply perfect!” She clapped her hands in front of her face. She then cupped his jaws. “You’re a genius!”

  “I’m far from that. I’m good at designing websites, but we can work on that tomorrow or the day after.”

  Suddenly, her eyes misted. “I love the name you came up with. You’re so creative, and I just know my brothers will love it just as much as I do. As soon as I get my first order, I’m going to pay you something for helping me.”

  “You don’t have to pay me, Sandella. You deserve—”

  She put a finger to his mouth. “Shhhh.” She pressed her tongue into his mouth and started kissing him feverishly.

  A groan sounded deep inside his larynx. “I can think of better ways for you to repay me, baby.” My dick can, too.

  She giggled, then nipped his bottom lip. “I’m going to make you so proud of me. SugarKanes is going to be a hit.”

  Speaking of hit…if you just let me hit that pussy that’ll be more than enough for me. He fisted her hair and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. As he savored her tongue, he noticed the inside of her mouth seemed rather hot. His mouth stilled, and he placed a hand to her forehead.

  “My sweet baby, you’re hot.”

  Hanging on to his gaze, she blinked sexily at him, then twirled the ends of her hair around her finger. “Why, thank you, cowboy,” she teased.

  “No, I’m serious.” He touched her reddening cheeks. “Your skin is burning up. It’s time for you to get back in bed.” He grabbed her palm and led her toward the bedroom.

  “But I just woke up.” She pouted. “And I’m not sleepy.”

  “You don’t have to go back to sleep, but you do need to lie down. If you feel up to it, I’d be more than happy to try and eat that fever right on out of you like I did last night. How does that sound?”

  Shit. He had to do something to get his jollies off. If he didn’t, he was going to burst all over the damn place. Licking her was the only answer from where he stood. Of course, he’d love to fuck her. But the last thing he needed was to make her temperature rise even higher by pounding her into a fulfilling orgasm.

  When they reached the room, Sandella lay back on the bed. “I’m all yours,” she cooed, spreading her legs, and sounding better than she really was.

  He pushed her panties to the side and drove his tongue into her sweet cherry entrance. The tip of his tongue traced the circle of her hot sex. She squirmed, fisted the sheets. As her aroused whimpering filled his ears her slick wet heat dripped onto his probing flesh, filling his mouth with her powerful orgasm. Fuck! This is the best tasting pussy in the whole damn world. He drank the feverish liquid squirting on his tongue like a tall glass of wine.

  “Oh, Braylon.” She sang his name like a gentle love song.

  Chapter Six

  Braylon stood at the mirror inside his bedroom buttoning up his long-sleeve dress shirt, cursing himself for falling so hard for Sandella. He hefted the bottle of cologne and squirted both sides of his neck. How in the hell did I let this happen? Wouldn’t it be nice if the reflection staring back at him could figure the question out?

  Over the last few days he’d taken great pleasure in helping nurse Sandella back to health. He’d done his best to take care of her every need. During the time she’d been ill, they’d shared several intimate moments together. But they’d spent majority of the time talking and cuddling. His behavior had surprised him because he damn sure wasn’t the cuddling type. Until he’d met her, he’d never even imagined engaging in such sensual behaviors.

  Watching romance movies, Lord help me. Talk about boring. He’d even sat his ass on the sofa with her and watched the freaking soap operas, something he’d only done for the sake of making her happy, and just to spend time with her. This damn woman had made a move on his heart, and after breaking up with the snooty Madison, he’d vowed he’d never be vulnerable to a woman again.

  As he raked the comb one last time through his hair, he cursed. Sandella had him hooked. He adjusted his collar. And now it was time for him to hook her, brand her, and take things to the next level. He hoped she liked what he’d planned for her this evening.

  Yesterday he’d placed an invitation in the mailbox for her to join him in the backyard of the estate for a romantic dinner. As soon as she’d retrieved and read the invitation, she’d found him in the cottage and had run up to him, kissing all over his face as if he were taking her to an upscale expensive restaurant or flying her somewhere like London. She’d been impressed by his willingness to take time to actually print the invite out on the computer, too.

  Simple things excited her, not his wealth or lack thereof, and that’s what he liked about her. So often the women he’d dated in the past had wasted no time to jump on the computer to Google him and the history of his family. And when they’d found out he was the son of a very wealthy attorney, who along with his brother had established Wexler & Wexler Attorneys at Law—a large firm out in Texas with branches in the southern states as well—they’d seemed to become even more interested. One chick even had the nerve to tell him he was stupid for being a Marine when he could go work for his father. As if his father thinking he was stupid wasn’t enough.

  His cell buzzed. “Hello,” he answered, before looking at the screen.

  “Oh good. You answered,” Madison said.

  “How are you, Madison?”

  “Good.”

  “And Drayton?”

  “He’s not doing too well. And that’s why I’m calling. Ever since he met you and knows you’re his father, he keeps crying for you at night. He misses his daddy. Is there any way you can come see him?”

  Trying to keep a level head, he suppressed his raging fury with Madison. She’d known all along that Drayton was his, and should’ve never kept this precious boy from him. And now she expected him to just jump into the boy’s life and start playing daddy? While he’d love nothing more than to engage in a fatherly role, he wasn’t about to until she agreed to a paternity test.

  “Have you scheduled the paternity test yet?”

  “Yes. It’s slated for three weeks from now.”

  “Then I’ll see Drayton when I arrive at that time.”

  “Would you like to speak with him? He’s right here.”

  “I can’t right now. I was just on my way out the door.”

  Madison released an agitated breath. “Fine. Good night,” she said, disconnecting the call.

  Shit. He spied the alarm clock to find it was fifteen minutes before eight. After he slid his black trousers over his hips, he stuffed his shirt inside his pants and zipped them. He gave himself a once-over in the mirror, walked through the living room, then stepped outside into the cool evening air. He’d made every attempt to make sure his first time with Sandella was going to be a memorable night for her.

  His eyes scanned the landscape of the backyard. The rental company had done a great job setting up for his personal event. Five torches lined both sides of the concrete and blazed with orange fire. And up under the tent were a small circular table and two chairs overlooking th
e river. I can’t believe I did all of this. Shit, she may think I’m about to ask her to marry me. Oh hell no, I ain’t whipped. Can’t be. Ain’t even had any pussy yet.

  As Braylon stood beside the garage, Sandella’s rattling car rolled up the driveway. He walked up to the driver’s side and politely opened the door for her. When she slid out of the car and stepped onto the pavement, his heart thudded in his throat. His dick pulsated. The sight of her stole his breath.

  She wore a thin, ivory sweater dress stopping right above her knees. A strand of pearls draped elegantly around her slender neck. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight low bun with curly bangs falling down on both sides of her delicate face. And a light pink gloss painted her kissable lips.

  Inhaling the enticing peachy fragrance of her body, he kissed her cheek. “You look stunning, Sandella.”

  Her lips curved up into a blinding white smile. “Thank you. You look nice, too.”

  “Thanks.” Maybe I should’ve said hi to Drayton.

  Her gaze roved over the backyard. “Oh my goodness.” Both her hands pressed flat to her chest. “Is all of this for me?” She tilted her head back, looking up at him.

  “Yes. I wanted to make this night very special for you.” He took her hand. “One that you’ll never forget.”

  SANDELLA’S HEART REJOICED as Braylon escorted her between the blazing fire torches on either side of the concrete. A white tent beside her favorite oak tree sat close to the river. The cool night air fluffed against her face while the gentle wind swirling from the river prickled her scalp.

  God, this is so romantic. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. What did I ever do to deserve this? She lifted her gaze to the half-moon radiating in the dark evening sky, then turned to look at Braylon. Appreciating his hard efforts, she smiled inwardly.

  After they reached the tent, he pulled the chair draped in ivory fabric and tied with a gold tassel out from beneath the table. She smoothed her hands over the material covering her buttocks, taking a seat. Braylon rounded the table and sat across from her.

  A red, burning candle sat centered on top of the white tablecloth, but nothing else. He pulled his cell phone from his pants, tapped the screen, then placed it to his ear. “We’re ready.” He hung up.

  “Ready for what?”

  “Dinner,” he said, sliding the cell back into its clip.

  “You sure know how to make it hard for a girl to resist you, don’t you?”

  “Believe it or not, this is my first time putting together something like this.”

  “Well, you’ve done a great job, and I’m flattered. This is absolutely beautiful…just beautiful, Braylon.”

  “Since I can’t cook, I hired a chef to do the cooking for me,” he admitted.

  She tilted her head. “Ahh. You shouldn’t have gone through all the trouble. I would’ve been fine if you just picked up something.”

  A tall Caucasian man wearing a white apron appeared in the back doorway of the main house. Carrying a tray in his opened hand, he walked across the lawn then came to stand in front of them. He lowered a covered dish in front of Sandella first, then he sat one in front of Braylon. After putting the circular serving tray to the side, he took both hands and lifted their lids simultaneously.

  Sandella’s mouth watered as she inhaled the tasty-looking meal. There was grilled lobster tail, fresh sautéed creek shrimp, lemon herb roasted potatoes, and a small green salad with walnuts.

  The waiter lifted the bottle of German Riesling out of the bucket of ice perched on the stand, filled their glasses, then disappeared.

  She unfurled her napkin and placed it in her lap. “This looks delicious.”

  “I remembered you saying you loved seafood. I hope you enjoy it.”

  Just being with you is plenty. “I’m sure I will.”

  He hefted his glass to the air. “I’d like to make a toast.”

  “Go ahead,” she said, holding her glass in front of her face.

  “To friendship.” Friends? Is that all we are? He continued. “As we become better acquainted, may our friendship continue to grow stronger.” Their glasses clinked. What about becoming serious? Or perhaps lovers? she halfway wanted to ask, but didn’t.

  As she looked across the table at him her heart swelled. What a nice friend I have. “Nice toast.” Sipping the wine, the immense sweet flavor bubbled on her tongue.

  “Nice lady.” Retrieving his cell, he thumbed over the screen, hit a button, then lowered it to the table in front of the burning red candle. Smooth sounds of whimsical jazz infiltrated her ears.

  The conversation between them flowed easy and free during dinner. She carved a chunk of lobster out of the shell. “What’s the name of this song?”

  “A Mid Autumn Night’s Dream.” Holding the fork to his mouth, he bit into the shrimp.

  “Perfect title for an evening like this.” The warm lobster lay on her tongue and she savored the juicy, tender meat.

  “Yes it is. I have my own autumn night dream that I’m hoping to fulfill by the time this evening is over.”

  “And what’s that?” She wondered what her expression looked like to him.

  He extended his arm across the table and took her hand. “I want to make love to you.” Desire rushed through her body.

  Her tingly nipples balled up. “I’d like that.” Should I tell him I’m a virgin? No. The conversation alone may ruin the mood.

  His hazel eyes flickered like a Christmas tree at her agreement. Braylon wiped his mouth, pushed back his chair, and stood. His figure towered her as he reached down for her hand, gesturing her to stand. He draped an arm around her waist, drew her to him. “Let’s dance.”

  When she palmed his shoulder, he grabbed her free hand and leveled their clenching hands to her shoulder. Their bodies swayed sensually beneath the oak to the jazz overture in the background. Her breasts up against his muscular pectoris felt like heaven.

  As they danced she cradled her head to his chest, absorbing the breathtaking view of the fierce torches burning in the distance. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the hard contours of his body. His penis grinding against her abdomen turned to steel. Uh oh. He’s ready for me.

  He stopped swaying, cupped her neck. “I’m ready to make love to you,” he groaned, a deep longing for sex glittering in his eyes.

  She swallowed. Heat shot through her veins like slick lava. Her vagina clenched then dripped fluid into her panties. I’m melting. “I’m ready, too.”

  He yanked her off her feet and walked across the lawn toward the guest cottage. “I couldn’t think of a better dessert.” He dipped his head then placed a burning kiss on her lips.

  I’m his dessert. Oh my, my my. She’d never engaged in sexual intercourse to the point of penetration before. She prayed to God that she didn’t disappoint him.

  Her head fit perfectly in the hollow between his shoulder and neck as he carried her through the sparkly orange torches. The warmth of his arms was so male, so bracing. His woody masculine scent tantalized her.

  He pushed open the door of the cottage, stepped over the threshold, kicked the door closed behind him, then headed straight to the master bedroom.

  Coming to a stop at the foot of the bed, he lowered her to her feet. With a finger to her chin, he palmed the back of her head. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He trailed a gentle finger over her lips.

  His penis feels so heavy on my stomach. Good gracious, he’s going to split me wide open. She swallowed the insecurity bubbling at the base of her throat.

  His seductive gaze slid downward to her breasts, then his mouth covered hers hungrily. The caress of his lips gliding over hers set her aflame. He began to tenderly massage her buttocks.

  “Touch me.” Before she had the chance to respond, he grabbed her hand, slid it inside his pants, and put it on his hard dick.

  Dear Lord. Surprise shot through her as his erection jutted into her clutched palm like a humongous vibrator. He’s huge,
very huge.

  More heat oozed into her entrance. She squeezed him hard then stroked him up and down. Merging her tongue with his, she drank his groans into her mouth.

  He grabbed her dress at the hem, rolled it up over her head. Her hair fell from the up-do to her shoulders. He ran a finger over the fabric of her bra, pinching her erect nipple. “You’re so beautiful. And tonight, you’re mine. Say you’re mine,” he ordered, unfastening her bra.

  “I’m yours, Braylon. All yours,” she cooed as her bra fell from her shoulders to the floor.

  He hooked his fingers at the waistline of her panties. Rolling them down the length of her legs, he crouched. Although she was sure about her readiness to give herself to him a sense of uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach. This is the perfect man to lose my virginity to.

  With his hands kneading her bare butt, he gently circled the tip of his nose against the patch of black hair covering her hot sex, and sniffed. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Let me taste your pussy.”

  When his fingers touched her, she shivered. He parted her quivering labia and pressed his tongue inside her. Finding her G-spot, he thrashed against the sensitive nerves and licked her something delicious. Grabbing the top of his head, her head rolled backward. She bit back the harsh whimper threatening to erupt from her mouth.

  Leaving her clitoris, he rose slowly. Braylon palmed her hips and lapped his thick tongue over her navel, then flicked it over her nipple. She cried out in pleasure.

  Pinning her with a seductive stare, his fingers undid the buttons at the top of his dress shirt while she worked quickly to undo the buttons at the bottom. As she removed his shirt, he unbuckled his belt. When he rolled his pants and underwear down his muscular legs, his erect cock plopped out.

  He swept her tongue from her mouth back into his. The feel of his bare erection gliding across her belly sent shock waves of electricity charging to her brain. She wondered how much more she could stand.

  With their mouths feasting hungrily, he lowered her to the mattress. Sensation brewed inside her veins like a boiling caffeinated latte. She was really going to do this, she thought. Her first time would hurt but she didn’t care. Rummaging her fingers wildly through his hair, she circled her hips, grinding against his tool.