The Wright Love

by K. A. Linde

  “I want you,” he pleaded.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Now.”

  “Yes.”

  He tugged on the strings of my bikini, letting all the tiny pieces collapse onto the floor, forgotten. My hands were trembling slightly as I hooked my fingers into his shorts and let them meet the same fate.

  I took a steadying breath. Just one. That was all I needed.

  David ran his hands down my body, exploring every inch of my exposed skin. Then, he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter. He spread my legs wider before him, and then with a devious grin, he laid me back flat.

  He hooked my knee over his shoulder before dragging his tongue up the inside of my left leg. I gasped and squirmed at the sensation but had nothing further to say, except moan when he moved his tongue to my clit. Or when his fingers moved inside my pussy. Or when he pushed my leg even further open.

  I ached from my core all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. This was torture. Sweet, blissful torture. Even better than the first time on the couch. This place had none of the memories my house did. It had no consequences. It had perfect freedom. And I was riding that freedom straight to climax.

  My body bucked against him as he held me down against the kitchen counter. I was trying to escape the lavish attention as my core exploded. I arched off the counter and cried out in ecstasy at the pleasure that wrecked my body.

  “More,” I pleaded.

  I shuddered on the countertop and then sat up to reach for his cock. He groaned as I toyed with him.

  “I want to suck you off,” I told him, looking him dead in the eyes.

  His cock jerked in my hand.

  “What? No blush?” he joked.

  “Not in the slightest.”

  “Fuck.” He gripped my thigh hard and then brought his hand up to stroke my bottom lip. My body warmed up all over again at that one touch. “I want that, but I want to fuck you.”

  “Just a taste?” I asked.

  He pressed forward until the tip of his cock moved into me. I shuddered and nearly gave in to that feeling. Wanting nothing more than for him to take me just like that. But that was what I would have done before. That was what had gotten me into my first mess. I wanted this to be different. I was different. David was different. I had control…some semblance of it.

  “Condom,” I forced out between my teeth.

  He nodded and pulled one out of his shorts. Thank fuck he had one. Stopping would have been…difficult, to say the least.

  He rolled the condom onto his length, stole another deep kiss, and then thrust deep inside me. I cried out around his lips. My walls pulsed around his cock, and my body trembled with relief and exertion.

  Oh God, I wanted this. I wanted all of this.

  David wrapped a steadying arm around my back and then dragged his way out of me. Then, with his eyes set on mine, he eased back in. Slow and steady and reassuring. Watching every movement to make sure that I was okay. To see that I wasn’t going to break down and freak out and cry. Because that was the person I had been. That was the person who had never been able to separate what had been from what was now. To see that I could mourn that life and still enjoy this one. But I was not going to cry. I was not going to mourn. I was going to enjoy every single minute of this.

  “I’m okay,” I assured him.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m not going to be if you keep going that slow.”

  He grinned and then slammed back into me until he was seated to the hilt. I tilted my head back, and my mouth made an O as he did it again and again. He kissed me one more time and then leaned me back on the counter. Gripping my hips in his hands, he drove forward into me. Our bodies slapped together. I knew I would be sore later, but I could hardly care. It felt too fucking good.

  “Sutton…I’m close,” he warned me.

  “Come with me,” I pleaded.

  Then, he buried himself in me one more time, and we both came together. My body shook from head to toe. My orgasm was so intense, I was certain I saw stars on the ceiling. He was gasping for air as he lay forward across my naked body. He kissed a soft trail across my stomach.

  I stretched my arms overhead. “Remind me never to bake in this kitchen.”

  David chuckled once and then burst into full-on laughter. “You’re perfect. You know that?”

  I ran my fingers through his hair and sighed in satisfaction. “We should clean up. Then, I could use a nap. Do you know how much sleep you get with a two-year-old?”

  “Not enough?”

  “Not enough.”

  I disappeared into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up. Before I left, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked different. Skinnier for sure. Though the bakery was helping me put those pounds back on—thankfully. But also…happier. Like I wasn’t a ghost living in this body. I seemed strong again. Like this month with David had awoken me once more. I didn’t feel like I was about to fall to pieces because I’d just had sex with another man. It felt good and right.

  I stumbled into the first-floor guest bedroom and found David already under the covers. I crawled into bed after him.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

  “Like I’m ready for round two.”

  He laughed and nipped at my lip. “No, really. I know that must have been hard for you. New.”

  “It’s new. But it’s not hard for me. Not right now. I know I might freak out about it later, but right now, I feel like it was the right thing to do. I wanted to be with you. I want to be with you, David.”

  “Good. I’m glad to hear that. I want to be with you, too.” He brought my hand to his lips and started to kiss every single digit. “But I’m always going to put your well-being above my own. I want to do right by you.”

  “It was right,” I assured him and then gestured to myself. “Wright even.”

  “Ha-ha.”

  “Of course, I’m conflicted because this is like a new first. You popped my cherry,” I joked. “But I’m glad it was you. You made it perfect. I like that this new beginning is our new beginning. And I’m ready for that.”

  “Good,” he said, kissing me again.

  “Do you think there’s another condom in this house?” I asked.

  He arched an eyebrow. “I’ll scour the place if you will.”

  “We still have a couple of hours. How much sleep do I really need?”

  “Oh, I like this new beginning.”

  I laughed, and then we both went in search.

  I was the victorious one who found three condoms in an upstairs bedroom. He was the victorious one when he got to use all three.

  Twenty-One

  Sutton

  “Sutton, stop making that face,” Morgan said the next day as I lounged in the private jet.

  “What face?”

  “That I’m-so-gloriously-happy face. The young love and happy times and angels singing.”

  I tried to frown, failing miserably as the corners of my lips turned up again. “I can’t help it.”

  Morgan rolled her eyes. “It’s so disgusting.”

  “What is?” Heidi asked, bouncing from foot to foot as her blonde ponytail flounced behind her.

  “All the love in the air.”

  Heidi grinned broadly. “I think it’s great! Everyone is so happy. You’re happy, Mor!”

  “Ugh! Where are Emery and Julia? They’ll be cynical with me.”

  “Emery is going to be married in a couple of weeks. I don’t think she’s cynical about this bachelorette party,” I reminded her.

  “I didn’t even get all the dicks I brought checked by TSA because we’re taking the private jet.”

  “Are you complaining that we’re flying private?” Emery asked as she stepped onto the airplane.

  “No,” Morgan said. “But it would have been epic.”

  “Jensen was reluctant to give us the plane since he’s seeing Colton this wee
kend in New York, but I talked him into it.”

  “And how much talking was done?” Julia asked with an arched eyebrow.

  Emery smirked. “You’re the devil.”

  Julia held her hands up and then promptly plopped into a seat next to me. “I’m just saying, I know how those Wright boys are handled.”

  “Ew,” I said at the same time Morgan said, “Gross.”

  Then, we looked at each other and laughed.

  Kimber was the last on the plane. She glanced around in awe and shook her head. “What a way to travel.”

  With everyone on board, it was a quick two-hour flight to Vegas where we went through several bottles of champagne. Tipsy and giggly, we hopped into an awaiting limo and were whisked to the Bellagio where Heidi had booked us the penthouse suite. My eyes were large as saucers as I took in the massive room with four bedrooms, six bathrooms, a parlor, Jacuzzi, private sauna, pool table, and a wraparound balcony overlooking the fountains and Strip beyond.

  We spent the first day at the spa with massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, and full hair and makeup, and then the real fun began.

  I followed Morgan into the bedroom I was sharing with her and opened up the giant suitcase she’d stuffed full of penis paraphernalia. She started handing penises to everyone with delight, and I grabbed the package of name tags.

  “Okay, I already claimed the Virgin,” I said, slapping the tag onto my black minidress. We were all wearing different black dresses and heels, and Emery was in white, which was hilarious, considering she wasn’t wearing white on her wedding day. “That makes you the Bride-to-Be.”

  I pasted the name tag to Emery’s chest and glanced down at the rest. “Heidi, you’re the Slut.”

  Heidi shrugged and took the name tag from me. “I’ll take it.”

  “Kimber, I think you’re the Drunk.”

  “Me?” Kimber asked. “I’m the responsible one with two kids.”

  “And I’m wearing the Virgin tag.”

  She laughed. “Okay. Drunk it is.”

  “Julia…”

  “Bitch,” she offered.

  “I was going to go with Tease.”

  Emery giggled and grabbed the Bitch sticker. “Nope. Bitch it is.”

  “I love you,” Julia said.

  “And that leaves Morgan.” I stared down at the remaining name tags.

  Morgan groaned. “Hit me with your best shot.”

  “Hot Mess.”

  “Yes, the CEO is the hot mess.”

  “You kind of are when you get wasted though,” Heidi said.

  “Yeah, remember that time at First Friday?” Emery asked.

  Morgan’s cheeks heated. “I try not to think about that night. Thank you very much.” She snatched the Hot Mess tag and slapped it onto herself. “Fine. I accept this, but only if I get a picture of everyone holding a dick.”

  The girls laughed and scrambled together as we all held out the random penises, and Morgan took a selfie.

  “That picture does not go online,” Emery said. “If my high school students saw that, I’d never hear the end of it.”

  Morgan held up her hands. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

  “It’d better.”

  “Morgan will only use it to blackmail you later,” I told Emery reassuringly. She groaned. “Come on. Let’s head out to my part of the party.”

  Catcalls and cheers followed us as we traipsed through the Bellagio in our bachelorette attire. Our party was offered two rounds of shots just as we paraded through the casino, and by the time we reached our awaiting limo, I was buzzed. Maybe a bit beyond buzzed. Between the champagne on the plane and at the spa, then drinks in the room, and shots on the casino floor, I’d already had more to drink than I’d had all summer. And we still had the strip club to go.

  “How fucked up am I going to get?” I whisper-yelled into Morgan’s ear.

  She laughed. “You’re already fucked up, little sis. And, man, this is going to be fun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cut loose like this.”

  “Just every weekend in high school and college. You must have missed it.”

  “Oh,” Morgan said with a frown. “How did I miss that?”

  “Life,” I offered with a shrug.

  “Well, I won’t miss it this time. It’s long overdue. You were always the baby. Now, we can get wasted together.”

  I giggled and leaned into her. “This is the best.”

  Our limo dropped us off out front of the place I’d chosen. It had been interesting, to say the least, to do the research for this. Most of the big male strip shows in Las Vegas had several hundred women inside, and the guys danced for you. I’d found a place that was much more exclusive where the male dancers came to dance for you at your table, onstage, and in private rooms. I knew Emery would probably be so embarrassed, but I’d been to one of these before in college, and it outweighed the shows any day of the week.

  We were seated in a VIP booth with bottle service, and as soon as we had drinks in front of us, guys flocked to our table. A waitress popped open a bottle of Patrón, and the table—dancers and all—did shot after shot.

  I was spinning in a circle—or maybe that was just my head. Everything was lights and sounds and dancing. I was laughing and falling into people in my high heels. Nearly naked men in banana hammocks were grinding up on everyone, and I couldn’t stop giggling.

  “Private dance!” I cried, tossing money at the cutest dancer.

  He tried to grab my hand to take me back to a room, but I shook my head.

  I pointed at my name tag. “I’m a Vir-gin. Virrrr-gin.”

  He laughed. “Not for long, honey.”

  “Dance is for the bride.” I stumbled a step forward, tried to clear the blurriness from my eyes, and pointed at Emery. “Her!”

  “No, no, no, no, no,” Emery said. She waved her hands in front of her. “No private dances for me.”

  “I’ve already…p-paid!”

  “You take the dance then.”

  “I’m a Vir-gin, Em. Vir-gin.”

  Someone snorted behind me. And I whipped around fast, nearly falling over. I was laughing my ass off, too, because, nothing had ever been so funny.

  A hand landed on my waist to try to help me up. I turned to the cute dancer I had bought a lap dance from for Emery and leaned in close. “Want to know a secret?”

  He arched his perfectly manicured eyebrows. “What’s that, love?”

  “I’m not a Vir-gin,” I whispered. Or I thought I’d whispered.

  He laughed. “I’m shocked.”

  “I’ve had a lot of sex.”

  “Congratulations. Me, too.”

  “I had sex yesterday!”

  “Nice!”

  The guy high-fived me. I missed.

  “Oh my God, try again. I’m so white.”

  He was really laughing at me now. “You’re adorable. We should do a shot to celebrate you having sex yesterday.”

  “Wait, what?” Morgan said. “You had sex yesterday?”

  “I had sex yesterday!” I cheered.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Morgan grabbed my hands and jumped around in a circle. I teetered around with her, feeling like I was going to topple over at any moment. “You got laid!”

  “I got laid!” I cried.

  Then, suddenly, all the girls were in on it, cheering me on for having had sex yesterday. I felt no judgment. Or fear or ache about it. I felt like I was on top of the world. It didn’t matter that I’d imbibed nearly enough alcohol to kill me. This was right. This was perfect.

  I was jumping around and deliriously happy with my girls.

  Even the strippers were crying out with us, “She got laid!”

  This was a feeling I’d never forget but probably a night I’d never remember.

  Twenty-Two

  Sutton

  My head felt like it had been kicked, been run over, and then had a ton of bricks dropped on it. Opening my eyes made the entire r
oom spin.

  “Up and at ’em, sunshine,” Morgan said, slicing the curtains open.

  I groaned and turned away from the blinding light. “Why did I drink that much?”

  “Because you’re young, and that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

  “Shh,” I grumbled. “Lower the volume.”

  “Oh no. Last night, I got way more details than I’d ever thought I’d need to know about David. You do realize, I have to work with him still. Like, next door. Every day. You could have left some details out.”

  My eyes flew open, and I shot up in bed. “I did, what?”

  I then immediately regretted that decision as my hangover carved through my brain and incinerated me from the inside out.

  “Yeah. Yep. Uh-huh,” Morgan muttered.

  I covered my face with my hands. “Oh God. Well…shit.”

  “That’s about where I’m at, too.”

  “You cannot repeat any of that to him.”

  “Yeah, as if I’m going to bring up the exact measurements of his dick in regular conversation,” Morgan said with a dramatic eye roll. “I’m a CEO. I know when discretion is necessary.”

  “I am so sorry that conversation happened. And, wow, I don’t remember any of it.”

  “You should be so glad you don’t remember the rest. Now, get up. We’re getting brunch.”

  “Ugh, what time is it?”

  “It’s already one, and I’m starving.”

  I nodded and then slowly rolled off the bed. After I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, I started to feel a little better. A semblance of myself at least. I still couldn’t believe that I’d told anyone that David and I had slept together, let alone the depth and breadth of information I’d apparently shared.

  Those drinking business meetings really must have helped her. I’d tried to stay away from alcohol since Maverick’s passing. I’d worried I’d end up like our father, and that had done enough not to let me wallow in a bottle. Even though, for a long time, I’d thought it’d be easier.

  I finished blowing out my hair and moved into the foyer. “We ready?”

  “We’re still waiting on Heidi,” Emery said with a yawn. “She’s been throwing up all morning.”