by Vivien Vale
His groan confirms what I know. We’re both on the edge. It’s been too long apart for both of us.
His hands move to my butt cheeks and he pulls me open and to him before slowly withdrawing. It seems to go on forever.
His hard length slowly strokes out of me until just the head ripples against my entrance. It looks almost as good as it feels.
He plunges inside me with a grunt and I echo him as he seems to push the air from me with his intrusion.
I can’t even touch myself anymore. It’s too much. Too intense and way too wonderful.
I curl towards him, grasping his forearms, breathing in tempo to his heavy, hard thrusts inside me. Tightening, stroking and enjoying his plunging, aggressive pace, I enjoy the ride as he pounds into me.
As I start to feel the inevitable climax creeping up on me, I spread my legs wider, trying to expose as much as possible to him.
He’s hitting my clit perfectly, pulling the sensitive skin toward him as he plunges deeply.
I’m tightening everywhere. I can feel myself clamp on him, squeezing and milking.
Leaning over me, he captures my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I suck him deep, just like what I’m doing in my cunt.
Wanting more. Needing more.
His new angle rubs my clit as he slides in and out and that’s all it takes for me to throw my head back in ecstasy.
He latches onto my nipple as I explode, a keening, needy sound escaping and ricocheting around the room.
I can feel him slow, pushing deep as he fights through my muscles. He’s cupped both my tits in his hands as he pulls hard on my nipple with his mouth. The added sensation sends answering pulls to my clit, extending my orgasm.
I revel in his possession before he buries himself deep inside me.
Groaning, he jerks both inside me and on my chest as his warm release floods my pussy.
The soothing sensation settles over me, and I can’t help but put a huge smile on my face.
I know I’m smiling like an idiot as he lifts his head, resting his chin lightly on my breast bone.
“From your smile, I’d say that was almost as good for you as it was for me.” His smug smirk turns into an answering smile as I start to laugh.
“Wait, baby. Wait. Too soon.” Both his hands grip my ass tightly and he holds himself inside me. “Too soon.”
I relax beneath him and he settles back on top of me to look into my eyes seriously.
“I came in you again.” He pecks my lips and then looks at me seriously.
“I noticed that.” The smile on my face is only getting bigger.
All my dreams are coming true. I’ll have little Wyatt Juniors kicking around in no time.
“You sure you’re okay with this? With me?” His voice doesn’t betray his insecurities but the look in his eyes gives him away.
What an idiot!
“I love you, Wyatt. Everything about you.”
Pulling him down, I squeeze him tightly, biting and then sucking on his ear.
He draws back to take my lips roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth as I moan.
Everything about him feels so good, so right.
Taking my ankles from his shoulders, he bends my legs and settles my feet on his chest.
“I had a friend who was trying to knock up his girl. He said she would put her legs up for fifteen minutes or so after sex to help his swimmers settle in.”
I squeeze his cock still inside me, so happy that I just can’t help it.
He grunts and presses inside me harder.
“Keep that up and we’ll be going again.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, I laugh.
“Oh, baby. You feel so, so good.” He starts to rock into me again, hardening more as he picks up the pace. “I love you, Ruby. I’m never letting you go.”
His declaration settles into me along with a euphoric feeling of rightness.
We are perfect together, and I’ll never let him go either.
“Bring it on, big boy. That’s not a threat at all!” Moving my feet around his torso, I link them and pull him toward me. “I want everything from you. Every inch, every memory, every experience.”
Running my fingers through his hair, I tug him by it until our lips meet again.
As our tongues slowly tangle in a less hurried pace, I feel him harden inside me.
Rolling my hips, I enjoy my clit rubbing against the base and hair in his happy trail.
He’s so fucking hot.
And he’s all mine.
Chapter 40
Ruby
The settlement from my case against Carl Fentress has really done wonders for me. I don’t have to work. Wyatt and I live in a big, lavish home now, and we get to spend hours on end staring into each other’s eyes.
It really is a dream come true. And who would have thought that the stupid little journal I kept while we vacationed would bring us together in this way?
I can certainly say that if I talked to fifteen year old me, she’d say I was bullshitting her. And I can’t blame her there.
My hands sink deep into the soapy water, a plate in one hand and a sponge in the other. I scrub at the plate, getting the remaining food off before putting it in the other basin to be rinsed.
I’m a cute little housewife now. All dressed up in my Etsy-ordered apron, my yellow rubber gloves, and my scarf around my hair. I’m Rosie the Riveter meets Martha Stewart, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I’m enjoying a taste of the comfortable life now. No more massive stacks of case files to put into a computer from the Jurassic period. No more stale, off-brand coffee, and no more fucking harassment.
I only wish the job had been difficult to complete. It’s a shame that my boss was literally the only reason anything was bad about it. I could have gotten myself so far into law by just climbing a ladder in any firm, especially with my degree.
But I’ll take that settlement check instead. I guess it doesn’t matter that I have the degree if I never have a need to use it to make a living. We’ll be fine for the rest of our lives if we play our cards right, and I think we’re doing a fine job.
Damn.
It really was a glorious moment to sit across from that sick fuck Fentress in the courtroom and hear the judge tell him he needed to pay me literal millions of dollars for my suffering.
I even glanced over at his wife, finally getting to see what she looked like as she scowled at her husband while the judge ruled in my favor. The two of them are a match made in heaven and deserve every bit of each other.
Now because of it, Wyatt and I are set for life, never having to worry about the burden of terrible work environments ever again.
And the lack of stress has such an impact on Wyatt. He hasn’t had a single episode since we started living together. I actually don’t know for sure when they stopped, but he can handle noises, sudden contact…just any surprise really.
It’s incredible to see the improvement first hand. In fact, I’m so moved by his progress that it still brings tears to my eyes.
I wash a few more plates before I take a break.
Phew, I’m exhausted.
I pull the rubber gloves from my hands, one at a time. I lean back and am startled. A familiar stubbly face presses into my neck, kissing gently as I crane it for him.
“Mm,” I moan. “Hello there, babe.”
“Hey there, little mama,” he says, being cute. I love the little pet names we have for each other. They’re so fun and adorable.
“How’s the engine coming along on this one?” I ask.
He’d just come in from toying with a new car we bought a couple of weeks ago to fix up just for fun. He’s always been such a car enthusiast. Why not let him make a real hobby of it?
“It’s almost done. I just need to mount it back into place,” he replies.
He says it like it’s an easy task, but I know just as well as he does that it’s going to take a while. But I let him play it off.
“We
ll good. But don’t be too late out there. Dinner is almost ready,” I tell him.
“Ooh, what are we having?” he asks. His ears perk up at the mention of food.
“Rockfish,” I answer. “I spent all day battering it and frying it. Jake dropped by with some while you were napping.”
“Aw, babe. Well, I’ll finish up and come right in,” he assures me.
Before he goes back out, he reaches his arms around my waist and puts a hand over my growing belly. I feel a little kick from Wyatt Lawrence Junior push against his hand.
Wyatt gasps. “Was that a kick?”
“Yes, daddy. It was a kick,” I reply. “And it was all for you.”
“Oh my god, Ruby. I still can’t believe it,” he says to me. “It’s like it all just happened, and now he’s kicking. Pretty soon, we’ll get to hold him.”
“Oh, I know. I really can’t wait.”
And I mean it. I have the father of my healthy baby boy standing before me, a beautiful home to raise him in, and not a care in the entire fucking world.
Life is a fucking dream come true, and it’s all because of Wyatt Lawrence.
Author’s Note
To all of my darling readers,
As always, thank you for your wonderful support. I wouldn’t be able to produce novels without your continued patronage, and for that, I’m incredibly grateful.
As you read Come Back to Me, you joined the hunky Wyatt Lawrence on his journey, learning how to cope with a recent diagnosis of PTSD from his time in the Navy SEALs.
Along this journey, you were introduced to the beautiful Ruby Watson, his best friend Jake’s little sister, and the girl he’s had the hots for since high school.
I’ve always had a love for second chance romance and when the idea came to me for this one, the words just all rolled out so quickly to form quite a roller coaster of a story. I was smiling, frowning, laughing, and shedding tears as I wrote it, just as the characters did as events were unfolding.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you,
Vivien Vale
P.S. I’ve included some extra bonuses for you after this book to give you a taste of some of my other writing! I hope you enjoy it! You’ll find Burning Hearts and His to Protect, second chance romances much like this one was, Mountain Man Baby Daddy and Second Chance Baby Daddy, full of super alpha males, and Hard Pressed and Big Package, which are over the top sexy! Enjoy!
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The King’s Surprise Bride
A Royal Wedding Novella
By Vivien Vale
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Andrew
I’m at the edge of my orchard chopping wood.
The trees have recently blossomed, and the entire air is full of delicate white-and-pink petals.
It was all very feminine and completely at odds with the sight of me—shirtless, all muscle and tightly-furled chest hair, deftly cutting a block of wood in half.
I like preparing the firewood for my own chambers; it keeps me grounded and human. I also like to do it when I’m nervous.
And if there were ever a day that I needed to calm my nerves, it’s today.
I’m hosting the wedding between the other two island nations close enough to be considered my country’s neighbors. There’s been strife between our three nations for decades now, and everyone is tired of it. This marriage is the first step towards a true, peaceful alliance.
So we can’t fuck it up.
No—I can’t fuck it up.
I had considered asking for the Princess Aisling’s hand in marriage a couple of years ago, but she was not yet of age and was studying abroad. And just when she returns to her country…
King Fergus insists on her hand in marriage. So insistent, in fact, that I’m convinced the two of them must already be lovers of some kind.
And who am I to interfere with true love?
But I must question Aisling’s taste in men, to be honest.
And the marriage works for the peace alliance in much the same way as if I had married Aisling herself, so it works out well for me without having to tie myself to a woman I’ve never met.
And yet…
I resist the urge to sigh. I like her nation and would rather have tied myself more officially to it.
I heft my axe through another thick block of wood, satisfied when I hear the resounding crack of wood as it splits in two.
I shall endeavor to be the perfect host. I’ll push my own wishes and misgivings aside for the sake of peace.
A low rumbling begins to grow louder on the path leading past the orchard. I look up; the horse-drawn carriage that I arranged to pick up Princess Aisling is gently rolling up the path, heading towards me. The horse leading the carriage is my personal favorite; a well-natured, spotlessly clean Lipizzaner stallion.
I straighten up before remembering I’m naked from the waist-up.
Oh, well. Guess the princess will get to see what a real, rugged man looks like before marrying the overly preened King Fergus.
I suppress a grin as I put my axe down.
Suddenly, there’s a loud crack, akin to wood-splitting. Which is odd, because I’m no longer chopping wood.
Realizing where the noise must have come from, I rush over to the carriage, just as one of the wheels gives way, and the whole thing begins to keen to the side.
I get there just in time, grabbing hold of the side of the carriage and keeping it straight and upright. I make gentle shushing sounds to calm my stallion, who had whinnied in surprise. To his credit, he calms almost immediately.
I’m forced to duck as the door of the carriage is flung open.
“Oh my god, oh my god—what happened?!” a female voice asks, panicked. “Is the horse okay?”
I know just from that one question that I’m going to like Princess Aisling even before I look at her. And then when I do…
I almost let go of the carriage.
She’s drop-dead gorgeous.
Aisling has long, raven hair left loose and carefree. Her gray eyes are bright with concern as she turns her head around to check on the horse before looking back at me. Her pale skin is flawless but for a spray of freckles over the bridge of her nose.
She blushes slightly as she very obviously looks me up and down.
I smile as I offer her a hand to get down from the carriage; her eyes widen in surprise when she realizes that I am now holding the weight of the carriage in one hand. With my help, she jumps out of the carriage to land nimbly by my side.
“Holy fuck, you’re strong,” she lets out, covering her mouth with a hand as she realizes that she’s just sworn to a stranger’s face.
I smirk, amused.
“I didn’t know the Princess Aisling had such a mouth on her.”
“Should we call for some help with the carriage?” she asks, bashfully smiling at my jibe when she realizes I’m not offended by her language.
I shake my head. “Ness and I can manage back to the castle, if you care to accompany us on foot, Princess Ais—”
“Ash. Just call me Ash. That’s what everyone calls me,” she interrupts. “And you are…?”
Oh, this is fun. She doesn’t know who I am.
“Just the blacksmith. I’m in charge of the stables, too.”
“What were you doing chopping wood, then?”
“Good exercise.”
Ash laughs; it’s a beautiful sound, like clear water runn
ing over pebbles.
We walk for a few minutes in silence, but I catch Ash watching me out of the corner of her eye as we trundle along the path. Ness patiently adjusts to the slower pace he’s now forced to take, with a damaged carriage and a human replacing the wheel.
“If chopping wood is what make you so strong, then please never stop,” Ash eventually says.
Now it’s my turn to laugh.
“I’ll be sure to abide just for you, Princess.”
“You’re just so…I don’t know. Manly. You look like you should be leading the charge into battle on top of Ness.”
I smile as she blushes once she’s realized what she’s just said. Ash’s candor and unfiltered speech is refreshing, especially after the complex peace talks.
“I’ll take the compliment gladly,” I reply. “Especially from such a beautiful young woman.”
Oh, if she was blushing before, then Ash is now positively scarlet. It’s a wonderful color on her, especially against her dark hair.
Looking properly at her full frame, I realize that she’s perhaps a little taller than most women, willowy and lithe, but still somewhat soft-looking, with perfectly shaped breasts.
I cough slightly to force myself back into the present. Ash looks at me curiously.
“I’d have thought King Andrew would have met me at the harbor.”
“The King was…otherwise indisposed,” I say, which isn’t a lie. “King Fergus and company arrived this morning, as did most of the guests, so the castle has been very busy. I’m glad most of the wedding preparations were completed yesterday, to be honest. Don’t think we’d have managed it all by late afternoon today.”
Ash makes a face as soon as I mention the wedding, which has me shocked.
“Are you not excited for your wedding, Princess?”
Ash twists her skirt in her hands as her eyebrows knit together. “Um, I’m not…I don’t think I should be talking about this.”
I smile gently for her. “It’s okay; you can tell me. I’m just a lowly blacksmith, after all.”
