by Jacob Chance
TIED
BY
Jacob Chance
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my PA Diane Hamilton. I wrote TIED at her suggestion and before that, I had no plans to ever write about Derek and Kenna again. Diane wanted a wedding novella and she encouraged me to do it.
This book is for you D. There are hundreds of things I could thank you for and the list gets longer each day. Thank you for all the time you’ve dedicated to my books and for being such a great friend.
TIED Copyright © 2016
Jacob Chance
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Cover design by Jessica Hildreth
Edited by Viv Freeman
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This book contains mature content.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chapter One
Derek
“I’m so excited to be going on our first vacation together.” Kenna bounces up and down in her seat next to me on the plane.
“Me too, Leoncita. Have you thought about what you want to do while we’re there?” I relax back against the headrest and watch as her eyes widen with excitement.
“I want to go to Thunder from Down Under.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
“I give you all the thunder down under you need.” I smirk. “In fact,” I lean over and trail my lips up the delicate skin on her neck to just below her ear. “I gave you ‘thunder’ not even three hours ago.” I gently bite on her ear lobe and try to keep the hard on at bay. Thinking about what we did earlier has me raring to go, but it’s always like that with us. It could be the result of waiting seven years to be together, but I think it probably has more to do with our chemistry. The attraction between us has always been off the charts. How the hell did we deny it for as long as we did?
“Can I get either of you anything?” The flight attendant appears next to us. She flashes me a coy smile, and I smirk. Does she think she’s going to lure me away from the most perfect woman in the world?
“My fiancé would like a rum and coke, and I’ll have a beer.” She makes the mixed drink first and passes it off to me. I wink at Kenna as I hand it to her. A couple more of these and we won’t make it out of our room tonight, and that works for me.
I sip on my beer once the attendant leaves and enjoy the sensation of Kenna cuddled against my left arm. She drank her drink down in two gulps and now she’s more relaxed. She’s not a fan of flying. I thought she’d permanently cut off circulation to my hand on takeoff.
She turns her head and rests her chin on my bicep, looking up at me. “Your fiancé, huh? What was that all about?”
I pick up her left hand and kiss her ring finger just below the diamond I placed there four days ago, on Christmas night. We were in bed, and I was buried deep inside her. I skated my lips up her neck and whispered in her ear, “What’s this?” I pulled a tiny red Christmas stocking out from under my pillow. I managed to purchase one online with a white ‘K’ knitted into it. “Looks like someone’s been an extra good girl. Santa left you a special present.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, hoping to throw her off track. I wanted her to think it was something sexy and not expect what it was.
She smiled at me and bit her bottom lip as she took the stocking from my hand. She placed it on her chest and reached in the small opening with her fingers before flicking a questioning glance up at me. I smiled and gave her an encouraging nod. She tipped the stocking upside down, dumping her platinum and diamond engagement ring on her chest.
I’ll never forget the look of wonder on her face when she grasped what was about to happen.
I plucked the ring up before she could and began to move my hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her a few times.
“I never feel closer to you than when I’m buried inside you, Leoncita,” I whispered. “There’s only one thing that would be better than this for me.” I paused and waited for the overwhelming sensation of tightness in my chest to settle. I took a deep breath. “I want to be joined to you in every possible way. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” I held the ring up in between us and waited for her to answer. She made me wait a few seconds, and then she squealed out a yes. I slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit - just like we are. And then I made her squeal for a completely different reason.
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The hotel we’re staying at in Las Vegas is central to everything we could want to do. Our suite is opulent and large; only the best for my Leoncita. The bed is as comfortable as lying on a cloud and I can’t wait to crash there later, but first I need to take my girl out for a night on the town.
We start at a restaurant a client of ours recommended. Jack has used K.D. Investigations for a few different things, and he’s a great guy. He comes to Vegas for business all the time and he told me all the best places to eat and attractions to see while we’re here.
I wanted to bring her for a quiet, romantic dinner first because all our friends are going to be waiting to surprise her at the club I’m taking her to next.
Her golden eyes shine brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant, and I’m in awe that she’s mine. She looks so gorgeous with the soft, sensual candlelight flickering on her face. I never imagined we’d ever get to this point. It seemed hopeless for so long. It was a long journey, but what a payoff.
“I haven’t really asked you anything about this trip, because I know you want to surprise me with all the things we do, but I was wondering which day we’re getting married?” She smiles at me. “I want to know how much longer until I’ll be Mrs. Derek Santiago?”
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. rubbing my thumb along the top of her knuckles. “We’re getting married Saturday night at seven o’clock. I’m not waiting any longer than that to make you mine permanently.” I lean forward and motion for her to do the same. “Once we’re officially hitched I’m taking you back to our room and tying you to the bed. I might keep you there for the rest of our trip. I have big plans for you.” She fans her face with her free hand, and I flash her a quick grin. I need to adjust myself, thinking about our wedding night has me turned on. I packed some special surprises for Kenna in my suitcase and I can’t wait to see her naked body spread out on the bed for me to worship from head to toe.
We linger after for a final drink before heading to Sin, the club we’re going to, a few doors down.
Jack, is friends with the owner and he hooked us up. No waiting in the long
line that stretches half a block down the sidewalk or paying the cover charge. I lead Kenna to the front, give my name and we’re in.
Once inside my eyes sweep the room for suspicious looking characters. I don’t see any, but I do notice how garishly decorated this place is. There’s leopard print splashed on too many surfaces to count and the walls are painted a dark purple. Jesus. It’s a lot to take in and it’s distracting me.
Kenna’s soft hand is in mine as we move through the crowd and up to the bar. I order our drinks and throw down a one-hundred-dollar bill to start a tab. The drink prices here are sure to be astronomical.
My phone vibrates in my pocket with a text message from Kyle.
Look to your right in the back corner. I peer over my shoulder and smile when I notice all our friends sitting there. Kenna’s going to be surprised to see everyone. I never mentioned any of them joining us this weekend.
When I turn back around, Kenna’s lips are wrapped around the tiny straw, already sucking down the rum and coke mixture. “Slow down, Leoncita, or I’ll be carrying you out of here over my shoulder.” She releases the straw, and my eyes track her tongue as it licks the moisture from her lips.
“That’s okay with me. I remember how that worked out for me last time.” She winks, referring to the first time we made love. I threw her over my shoulder fireman style and pretty much sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom.
We stand at the bar while she drinks the rest of her beverage down. I can’t wait to see her reaction when she sees all our friends here.
The waitress hands me a refill for Kenna, and I take her hand in mine. I lean down close to her ear so she can hear me. “Look over to the back-right corner of the room.” When I raise my head, she scrunches up her nose and stares up at me. I nod. “Look,” I encourage her. Her eyes move past me and open wide when she sees everyone. A smile beams from her mouth and I pull her along with me in their direction. When we’re a few steps away she breaks free from my hold and runs to hug Janny, Lana, and Elle.
Kyle and I shake hands before I move on to Josh. He’s one of Janny’s best friends and an ex-boyfriend of hers. He’s a cool dude. He and Kyle have somehow managed to become friends. That shocks me because Kyle is like a caveman beating his chest when it comes to Janny. I guess we’re like that when it comes to the women we love. I hate the attention Kenna attracts from guys, but, at the same time, it’s fucking hot to know she’s mine and they don’t stand a chance with her.
We settle down around the large table and order more drinks while the girls leave to go dance. My eyes track Kenna’s every move, making sure no one bothers her. I don’t want some guy grinding up on her ass. We’re in Sin City after all. The only one doing any sinning with her tonight is me, and I plan on making it well worth the trip to hell.
I watch Kenna and Janny dance together and lose sight of Lana in the crowd.
“Did you get all the details of the wedding taken care of?” Kyle asks.
“Yeah, it’s all done. She’s going to be surprised. She thinks we’re just going to some drive thru chapel for it.” I laugh.
“I’m surprised Janny or Elle didn’t let the cat out of the bag this week. They were both so excited about this trip. It’s all they talked about,” Josh mentions and takes a pull from his beer bottle.
“I didn’t tell them what I have planned for Saturday so there’s no worry about them screwing up the surprise.”
Chapter Two
Zack
There she is, my precious girl. She’s absolute perfection in her short, green strapless dress. Green, is now one of my favorite colors. It’s the color her eyes appear when she’s worried about something. Her eyes are magical. They can change from blue to green depending on her mood or what color clothing she’s wearing that day. When she’s first woken up her eyes remind me of the sea on a stormy day. When she’s relaxed they take on a bluer hue. I know my favorite will be the color they’ll turn when I’m buried deep inside her. I can’t wait until I find out what shade that is.
I know I shouldn’t be here...I should trust that she’ll be fine without me. I should’ve stayed home in Boston and let her have her fun without me watching, but there was a crushing pain in my chest when I thought of her being so far away from me. We’ve been getting to know each other as neighbors for the past month. If she finds out I’m here, every bit of progress I’ve made with her will vanish in an instant, and there will be no coming back from that. Our friendship is still new and moving along slowly. The small amount of time we’ve known one another is not enough to allow me to screw up.
Watching her dance by herself is sweet torture. The sensual way she moves her hips calls to my baser instincts. I’m helpless to turn away. It’s like some ancient voodoo has been cast on me, and all I can think of when she rolls her hips side to side and forward to back is what she’s going to look like riding my cock. Fuck.
I can’t stand here any longer; I must get closer. I need to feel the heat of her body in front of me and smell her exotic scent. It’s some enticing combination of sweet and spicy all at the same time. Cinnamon and sugar. I bet her pussy tastes like that too. When my tongue dips inside her for the first time, her unique and complex flavor will be better than anything I’ve ever tasted before.
Her eyes drift closed as she gets lost in the song playing. Her back is to Kenna and Janny and there are other couples dancing between them. I amble forward, hoping no one will notice me, and ease in behind her, matching my movements to hers. I gently place my hands on her hips and lean down close to whisper in her ear, “Don’t turn around.” She startles at first, but when I gently squeeze her hip she nods to let me know she’s going to follow my instructions. “I want you to roll that sweet little ass of yours all over my cock while we dance. I want you to feel every thick inch of how hard watching you has made me.” I pull her back against me, my cock lined up with the center of her ass. “Do you feel that?” My whisper is hoarse in her ear and she shivers in reaction and then nods her head. I wrap an arm around her waist and let the other one slide up and down along the subtle curve of her hip while we move as one to the song playing.
“Walk forward to the back corner,” I command. She hesitates and then shakes her head. “We’re in Sin City, precious. This is a judgement free zone and the perfect opportunity for you to do something like this. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I try to persuade her. “Take a chance - have some fun.”
I place both of my hands on her hips and gently urge her forward. She takes small steps in her sexy heels until we’re in the corner, facing the back wall. “Are you wet now?” I nuzzle my nose along the curve of her ear. “Are your juices dripping out along your slit?” She nods, and my fingers skim down over her hip to tease her silky thigh at the bottom of her dress.
Our hips are still moving in tandem and the motion of her curvy little ass against my cock has me ready to burst. I clench my teeth and take a deep breath. Control is paramount for me in all things. She’s the first person, the first thing, who’s tested me to this degree.
“I want to make you come,” I whisper in her ear. She doesn’t react. “Tell me I can push my fingers in your slippery little cunt and make you explode.” The sexiest little moan expels from her lips. “No one will see what we’re doing. It’s just you and me, precious girl.”
“Yes, please.” Her voice is breathy in anticipation of what I’m about to do. I can barely fucking breathe as I think of what her slick, little pussy is going to feel like squeezing my fingers.
I slowly slide my hand around to the inside of her thigh and then grip it hard. My fingers dig in and she trembles. “Do you like not knowing who’s going to make you come harder than you ever have before?” I pinch the bottom of her earlobe between my teeth. She nods her head. I cup her breast with my other hand. “Say it. Use your words, precious.”
“Yes,” she moans. My fingers hook under her thong, yanking it aside, exposing her pussy for my touch. I slide two fingers inside her tight
heat and growl in her ear. “Fuck.” She rides my fingers as I pump them inside her. I picture what her perfect pussy looks like and wish I could see it. Someday soon I will.
When my thumb circles her clit, she quivers against me and gasps. I squeeze my eyes shut and fight for control as I pinch her clit between my fingers. I purposely squeeze it too hard and she jumps. “Easy, precious girl. Pain is pleasure. Someday you’ll realize that.”
I gently roll her clit between my fingers. She settles back against me in total submission. I press biting kisses up her neck, and her breathing picks up speed. She’s close. I wiggle my fingers inside her and hit the spot that’s going to push her over the fucking edge. She rocks on my hand and leans her head back on my chest in complete surrender as she trembles through her orgasm. It’s so fucking hot to know in this moment I own her. The power is heady.
Her pussy is so wet the come might be dripping out of her. She’s probably soaking the dance floor. That thought is enough to almost make me lose it. Fuck. Soon, she’ll sit on my face and all her juices will drip down my throat. My teeth gnash together at the thought.
I can’t wait until I can bury my cock inside her. I’m going to fuck her so hard in every fucking hole she has. I’m going to make her beg for my cock - to taste it - to suck it - to ride it - and beg me to be fucked by it. She’s going to fucking beg me repeatedly.
I slip my fingers out of her and lift them to my mouth. I need to know what her come tastes like. I slide them between my lips and groan when her sweetness hits my taste buds. She’s motherfucking delicious, just like I knew she’d be.
“Your pussy tastes better than I imagined it would.” I press my body against her back and wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingertips. “I want you to think about me when you’re alone in your bed at night,” I whisper in her ear. “I want you to think about how my fingers owned your cunt, precious girl. I want you to imagine that it’s me touching you and I want you to make yourself come.”
