Buying the Bride

by Penny Wylder

  He stays on top of me, brushing my sweaty hair out of my face. He kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, my chin, my lips.

  “I’m going to be the perfect wife for you,” I tell him.

  “I know. You’re already perfect.”

  “I can’t believe this is real. I didn’t think I could every love someone as much as I love you.”

  “I feel the same way. Before I met you I was sure I would be alone forever. I wasn’t about to enter some loveless marriage like my friends. I can’t wait to start my life with you and have a family.”

  The way he’s looking at me makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst, and the mention of a family, I don’t know why, but that part didn’t occur to me until just now.

  “You want kids?” I ask. It surprises me a little. He lives this high-powered, structured life. It never occurred to me that he might want children. I bet he would be a great dad.

  “With you, absolutely. My dad wasn’t there when I was growing up. Most the time I can’t understand why he even bothered. I’m going to change that. My son or daughter is going to have all the love in the world with two parents who adore each other.”

  I tear up. I can’t help it. “I want that too,” I say.

  He gives me a devilish grin. “Maybe we should start trying now.”

  “Absolutely,” I tell him as he slips back inside of me for another round.

  Heath is full of surprises. Before the wedding he flew my parents in. They were shocked, to say the least, when they found I was getting married. Luckily Heath filled them in about everything, how it was all supposed to be fake, but then we fell in love. It didn’t take my mom long to be smitten by Heath. She’s upset I didn’t tell her, but she understands. I’m so happy to have my best friend and my family at my wedding. This day couldn’t get any better.

  But it seems it could get worse …

  As I’m walking into the hotel room to get dressed, I’m cornered by the twins and Heath’s parents.

  “What is this all about?” Heath’s mother says to the twins. She and Heath’s father both look nervous and I realize this is some kind of set up from the twins. They’re up to something. They want to sabotage my wedding and this time I don’t have Heath to back me up. Where’s Mandi when I need her? She has a knack for talking herself out of any situation. It looks like I’m on my own and I’m not sure what to do.

  “I’d like to know the same thing,” I say, even though I already know what this is about. Now I have to figure out a way to get myself out of it. These two little trolls aren’t going to ruin my wedding day or my happiness with Heath. Not if I can help it.

  “I guess if Heath isn’t going to say anything, we will,” Arora says.

  “Say what?” Heath’s dad says, annoyed. He’s a handsome older man and has aged well. It’s like looking at Heath in the future. I just hope Heath isn’t as stern, though I doubt he will be. The person I’ve come to know and love might be hard on the outside—in more ways than one—but he’s a big teddy bear within and I don’t see that changing anytime toon.

  “Sylph was married before. She’s been lying to everyone this entire time,” Theo says.

  Heath’s mom looks at her children, then at me. “Is this true?”

  I stand tall and hold my head up. I’m not going to let those punk twins make me feel guilty for a mistake I made when I was eighteen. Especially when it wasn’t my fault the marriage ended. I did nothing wrong. I tried to be a good wife, but I was hit in return. No one is going to shame me for that.

  “I didn’t lie about anything,” I say. “It’s true, I was married before and it was the biggest mistake of my life. All I’m guilty of is picking the wrong man to love. I’m about to fix that right now.”

  I look at the twins, challenging them with a glare to say more. They look shocked. They are used to me playing nice and hiding behind their brother, but not anymore. I’m going to stand up to these rich snobs from now on.

  “Shame on you for trying to sabotage your brother’s wedding,” Heath’s mom scolds.

  “Get your asses back on that lawn and stop meddling where you don’t belong,” Heath’s dad says.

  The twins look like they got spanked and I couldn’t be happier.

  Heath’s mom gives me a reassuring hug and says, “Welcome to the family, dear.”

  Heath’s dad gives me a straight-faced pat on the shoulder. I’m guessing that’s the closest thing to affection I’ll get from him. Then they leave and I feel so much better. I may never have the twins’ approval, but at least his parents are happy for us.

  My mom and Mandi help me get dressed. My hair and makeup are flawless. When I stand in front of the mirror when everything is done, I’m thankful for waterproof makeup. The end result is better than I could’ve imagined.

  “You look like a princess,” Mandi says, shedding her own tears. There’s not a dry eye in the room.

  “How do you feel, honey?” my mom asks. I can tell by the wrinkle between her eyes that she’s nervous. She hasn’t had much time to get used to the fact that I’m getting married.

  “I feel happy,” I say, my smile lighting up my face as I stare at her through the reflection in the mirror. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy before.”

  Her smile mirrors mine.

  There’s a quiet knock on the door and a woman comes in. She’s the wedding planner Heath’s parents hired. “It’s time,” she says.

  I take a deep breath and we make our way to the lawn.

  I’m so nervous that my entire body is shaking. I’m afraid my voice will do the same once I’m standing at the altar, saying my vows. But once I walk out onto those stairs and see Heath waiting for me, any traces of fear I felt dissipate. He is my future, my life, my love. He’s my rock and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

  15

  Heath

  “Where are we going?” Sylph asks for the hundredth time as the driver takes us to the airport. He has instructions not to say a word so he continues to ignore her.

  I laugh as she folds her arms over her chest and she sits back against the seat. “Everyone is so damn loyal to you,” she says, poking me in the side.

  “Sit back, relax,” I say, though I know she’s incapable of it. She hates surprises. I do, too, so I can understand her frustration, but I know when she finds out where I’m taking her on our honeymoon she’ll love it.

  “How can I relax? You wouldn’t even let me pack my own bag.”

  “Mandi is fully capable of packing your bags. She knows where we’re going and what you will need.”

  “I still can’t believe she wouldn’t tell me. She tells me everything!”

  I just smile.

  We get to the airport and check our bags. When we’re given our tickets, the woman at the counter says, “Enjoy your flight to Greece.”

  Sylph screams. Literally screams in the airport with all these people standing around us. People are staring as she leaps into my arms, choking me in a bear hug. She’s stronger than she looks. We’re probably going to be pulled aside and frisked by the TSA because of her excitement, but it’s totally worth it to see how happy she is.

  She finally releases me and I’m able to breathe again. “I’ve always wanted to go to Greece. How did you know?” she says.

  “Besides all the travel magazines you leave lying around the apartment?”

  “I didn’t think you were paying attention to those.”

  “I pay attention to everything when it comes to you.”

  The smile she gives me makes everything we’ve been through worth the struggle it took to get to where we are now.

  “I love you so much,” she says. Her words are thick with emotion and I can tell she’s struggling not to cry.

  I take her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “I love you more.”

  I never thought I was capable of loving someone as much as I love Sylph. My wife. It’s crazy to think that I’m married now. I always thought marri
age for me was somewhere in the distant future, if at all. Now that I’ve found my soulmate, it’s hard to believe I was able to live without her for all these years. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with the girl of my dreams. My life finally feels complete.

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later

  The men at the country club I belong to warned me that once Sylph got pregnant the magic would be gone. They said my physical attraction to her would cease to exist. Standing here in the bathroom with her, I can say definitively, that they are wrong. I kept waiting for that day when I would look at her and my heart would stop giving that little jolt of excitement. When my dick would stop rising at the sight of her naked body. It hasn’t happened and I doubt it ever will.

  She’s now eight months pregnant and still the sexiest woman alive. If anything, I’m more attracted to her than ever before, if that’s even possible. She seems to glow from within, radiating vitality and sex appeal—and the fact that she’s always horny because of all the hormones coursing through her doesn’t hurt our sex life one bit. That baby bump of hers is evidence of our connection, our bond, our love. That little boy growing inside of her is the perfect combination of us both. How could that possibly be a turn-off?

  Sylph stands in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair while I brush my teeth. She glances at me and smiles. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  I spit toothpaste and rinse my mouth. “Because you’re beautiful.”

  She looks down at the towel wrapped around her, her belly poking out. “I’m as big as a house.”

  “You’re the sexiest house I’ve ever seen.”

  She laughs and drops the towel on the floor. I’m already hard, but seeing her naked makes me ache.

  “How about you join this sexy house in the shower and wash my back?” she says.

  She’s giving me those sex eyes. Whenever she looks at me like that, I know exactly what she wants.

  The water is on, warm and comfortable. I kiss her while slathering her in body wash. I love the way her skin feels when it’s slick with soap. I massage her round belly and make my way up to her breasts. They’ve grown huge. That’s been a fun development. They are heavy and gorgeous, her red nipples have doubled in size and have grown more sensitive. Just licking them makes her whole body quiver.

  She makes little mewling sounds and begs me to fuck her as I pinch and pull at her nipples.

  “I will, but not yet,” I tell her. She deserves to feel good. She deserves special attention first. I get down on my knees and spread her pussy lips. She lifts her leg and puts foot up on the ledge, opening herself up to me. Finding her clit, I suck the slippery nub it into my mouth. I’m addicted to the taste and smell of her, a heady peachy flavor that makes me insane with desire. She lets out a loud cry as I swirl my tongue around the hard knot of sensitive flesh.

  She holds the back of my head and pushes her pussy against my face. Fuck, she’s incredible. She’s in a frenzy now, humping at my face, smearing my lips, nose, and chin with her abundant juices. It drives me wild. She’s so wet and horny and ready for me. I plunge my tongue inside of her, and then add several fingers as well.

  “More,” she begs.

  I give her more, adding fingers until she’s stretched as far as I’ve ever taken her. I could probably stretch her further still. She’s warm and pliable and likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, but right now, I’m just trying to make her feel good.

  I pull my fingers out. They’re coated in her juices and I use it to stroke my cock a few times. I then turn her around so her ass is to me. I slide my dick into her from behind, rubbing her belly and caressing her full tits. She begs me not to stop.

  Not a chance.

  “Fuck me hard,” she begs.

  My girl can’t get enough. I know that, even after we both come, it won’t be the last time tonight.

  I grab her hips, and plunge into her with all my strength. She screams and cries, “Yes, give it to me.”

  I fuck her at full force until her entire body convulses from her orgasm. She turns off the water, out of breath. I lean my forehead against her back as I start to come down from my own climax.

  She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me. “Ready for round two?” she says.

  I laugh, my breath still struggling to slow down. I pull out of her, my cum spilling out onto the tile at our feet.

  “I might need a minute to catch my breath,” I admit. “Isn’t your pussy sore after being stretched and pounded?”

  She spreads her cheeks apart, giving me a sexy view of her little asshole, and wiggles her butt playfully. “I have other holes too, you know.”

  She gives me a flirty smile and gets out of the shower. My cock is already hard again.

  She sees it and her smile widens. “I’ll meet you in bed.”

  I let out quiet laughter. I have a feeling after she has this baby, it won’t be long before she’s pregnant again.

  THE END

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  1

  You know, Mondays suck enough without being fired. I scrub the tears off my face as I step off the elevator onto my floor. Damn my speaking voice. I’ve always had a naturally loud and brassy voice, and people mistake my normal speaking tone as raising my voice or somehow being aggressive. It’s not…it’s just me. But one too many complaints about my customer service because people think I’m yelling at them, and now I’m unemployed.

  Okay, fine. Maybe sometimes I yell at them, but I swear that the customer is not always right.

  I turn the corner and wish I hadn’t. My Super is walking down the hallway towards me and I’ve been trying to avoid him the way you try to avoid STDs. AT ALL COSTS. I’m a week late on my rent because some months are harder than others, and if I have to choose between rent and food, I'd rather not starve.

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  There’s no smile from him. “I need your check, Delia.”

  “I know. My car broke down last week and I had to have it fixed so I could actually get to work. It’s coming; I swear.” I hope he buys the lie. In the years I’ve been living here, I’ve never had a car. I’m hoping that he hasn’t noticed.

  He sighs. “I can’t give you much more time. There are plenty of people waiting for
apartments in this building, and if you can’t pay then someone else will.”

  “I can. I will.” I swallow, brushing past him to my door and hurrying inside so he can’t pressure me anymore and I don’t accidentally give away that I just lost my job. If he knew that, he’d be furious, and I’d be out of time. Hell, once I get some work, maybe I should move. I’m sure I can find somewhere less expensive and without a super as overbearing as Joe.

  I drop my purse on the ground and flop down on the couch, sliding down until my neck is leaning on the cushion and my legs are sprawled out on the floor. The absolute picture of grace. My cell phone buzzes and I groan. Can everyone just go away and let me hide under a rock for an hour? Please?

  The phone buzzes again and I shimmy it out of my pocket so I can see the screen. Two text messages.

  What the fuck happened?

  Get your ass to this bar and spill.

  There’s a reason people call my best friend Fleece. First, she can be as cuddly as one of those blankets when she likes you, but she can also rip you a new one. Only she could get away with a nickname that has a double meaning. Don’t get caught calling her by her actual name—Veronica—or you’ll be getting the wrong end of that nickname.

  While I’m looking at the screen, the phone buzzes again.