by C. M. Steele
I sit back and ignore the need to pin her to the seat and kiss the fuck out of her. My cock throbs in my pants, pulsing against my zipper so hard that if I touch myself, I’m going to come.
Breathe. Breathe.
Chapter Four
Jenna
I read through the papers, feeling his intensity filling up the limo. Everything I read is in plain English, so I’m not getting some lawyer’s double talk. It’s four pages, and by the time I get to the final page, I can see he’s itching to jump out of his seat and sign it for me. The part that halts me is the amount I’m to be given if we divorce. It’s more than I’d ever imagined.
“So…are you going to sign it?” he asks, raising his brows with anxious curiosity.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I sign the documents and close the folder. He takes it and reviews my signature. Then he informs the limo driver where to go. “There will be dresses for you to choose from at the chapel,” he says with a smile.
“Thanks.” I really don’t know what else to say because he has everything planned out. He takes some pictures of the documents, and I’m guessing sends them to his lawyer. Then for the duration of the ride, he is on his phone, ignoring me altogether.
The entire ride to the chapel is painstakingly silent. He kept his distance as if I had some infectious disease. I guess he doesn’t actually care to want to know me.
We enter the chapel, and the director eagerly meets us there to sign some papers for their records. Then I’m led into the back with the hostess. “Ms. Lane, you’re going to look lovely in any of the gowns you choose. Mr. Harrison must be madly in love with you to go through this trouble.”
I want to tell her I’m just a means to an end. That even though I spent the day dreaming of this man rescuing me from my life, I never imagined he would be so cold. No, the man’s eyes that met mine in the limo and even in the ballroom were ones of pure fantasy.
Needing this moment to feel special to me, I pick a dress that I would love to wear in a real wedding. After helping me into my gown, she leaves me to attend the other arrangements.
Now, I’m standing in the middle of a room, staring at myself in a large mirror in a private bridal room. The man had everything prepared for this wedding as if he’d been planning for a week at least. It’s only been a few hours since we met and less than eight hours since we saw each other for the first time.
It’s obvious he came to Vegas for a wife, and I fit the mold he had envisioned. I’m just the one he picked. I should feel lucky considering my life was only getting worse. Well, at least he’s freaking, gorgeous and wealthy. I need the money to go to school and get on my feet. All I have to do is give him a baby.
A baby. Our baby.
Can I just walk away from that? I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that.
Doubts fly in my head like jets heading into McCarran. Then I think about what I have waiting for me if I walk away right now. Nothing. No family, no money, no job, no food, and very soon no apartment because I’m not going to give that bastard my virginity for a few nights of sleep.
I hold the contract in my hands, reading several lines over. There will be no room for infidelity by either party. Marriage is dissolvable after the birth of the first child, and I would receive a settlement in the millions depending on the length of the marriage. The millions per year part is ridiculous. He must really need this heir. He doesn’t even look old enough to worry about kids right now.
“Hey, what’s taking so long in here?” Jack, Jake’s brother, says, stepping into the room.
I jump back, startled, pressing the contract to my chest. “Um, this is a changing room.” I remind him even though I’m fully dressed.
“And yes you’ve been changed for twenty minutes.” He snatches the contract from my hands. I check the time, and he’s right. I’ve been in here a long time. I can’t believe I let it slip away like that. “Look, I think my brother’s an idiot for doing this, but you’re not going to find a better man to take care of you. He may work a lot, but you won’t want for anything, and he’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
“I’m just thinking about what happens when I give him what he wants, and it’s all over.”
“No one says it has to be over. Maybe you guys could fall in love. I mean the fucking chemistry between you is combustible, but that’s the sexual tension. If not you get boatloads of his money. I think it’s a win-win for you.”
“Thanks for the pep talk, Jack,” I grouse.
“Jack, if you don’t get the fuck out of there, I’m going to beat you to death,” Jake snarls behind the door. The sound of his voice is guttural like he’s dangerously serious. Could he be jealous?
“Damn, cranky, cranky. I’m coming, Jacob. He thinks I’m going to steal you from him. That’s how much he wants you…he’s actually jealous. That’s so not him at all.” He winks and leaves the room.
I drop the contract and take in my appearance one more time before I step out into the hallway. Jake’s eyes widen and rake over me. “You look so beautiful.” I feel his words and let them wash over me. I’ve never known love, but I might find a little peace and some definite pleasure in this. Maybe Jack is onto something can the sexual chemistry be enough? I’m so confused.
Taking my hand in his which ignites my whole body and energizes it like nothing else, he pleads, “Marry me.” I felt the vehemence and need in his voice that demands I be his, but his vulnerability owns me.
“Yes,” I answer, smiling and hoping that he’s exactly as his brother describes.
The wedding is over before it starts, and now it’s time for kissing the bride. He smiles at me before his steady hand slides up my back and into my hair. With a tight grip, he tilts my head, and his mouth comes down on mine, sealing our bargain, but it feels like more than just business as he deepens it.
Our kiss starts off innocent and sweet, just like a wedding kiss is supposed to be, but then a low rumble comes from his chest, and his mouth presses harder. Sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips, I part them and let him in. Every part of me screams for more, and he must feel the same way because his other hand slides to my ass, cupping it fiercely and pushing it against his cock. I’m glad this isn’t exactly a church.
“I told you that chemistry was combustible. Lovers, you need to take that back to your hotel suite.” It takes a moment for us to register the words and pull back. I’m afraid to meet anyone’s eyes, including the man I was just kissing.
He tips my chin with his strong hands. “Don’t lower your gaze for anyone, Mrs. Harrison.” He gently kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, come on. We have some celebrating to do.”
“Hold up. Before you start banging each other’s brains out, you might want to get some photos.”
“Of course,” Jake says. The reluctance in his voice bothers me. I know this marriage is for an heir, but could he be any less thrilled about it? We take a dozen or so pictures, then we part ways with his brother.
“I like him,” I say, looking out the window as the limo pulls away.
“You’re married to me though,” he growls, tugging my hand into his and intertwining our fingers.
“Yes, I know. How could I forget?” I giggle. All I can think about is the touch of our hands. My pussy aches so intensely at his words that all I want to do is let him plant his lips on mine again and show me what pleasure can be. It’s insane how sexy I find his possessiveness.
“Come sit over here, so you don’t forget,” he demands, patting his lap. I’m nervous, but I do as he says, straddling his thighs with our faces inches from each other. A groan escapes his lips, and a burning desire shoots through me as our bodies meet. We still have our clothes on, and yet, it feels intense. My hips naturally roll over his, grinding my pussy on his aching arousal.
He growls, “Kiss me, wife.” I comply willingly and even a bit enthusiastically. It surprises me how much I crave him. It’s as if he has a spell on me. “Fuck, Jenna. I knew we’d be perfect t
ogether. You’re going to make me come if you keep working your sweet pussy on my cock.”
“Oh…my…Jake, I…” His mouth crushes mine, kissing me deeply.
“Yes, I’m yours,” he whispers, trailing kisses along my jaw.
Chapter Five
Jake
I pull back, fighting the urge to take her on the limo seats. The thought of the driver hearing her orgasm is the only thing keeping my control together. It’s fragile and cracks with every look I steal of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, brushing her hair back off her blushing face. Her eyes are bright with lust in them.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m doing my best not to fuck you right here. I don’t want an audience when I make you scream my name.” Holy hell, she clenches her legs closed like she’s trying to keep her pussy from telling me how much it needs me.
The limo stops in front of the hotel, and I adjust my cock, so I can get out without giving everyone a show. I step out then take her hand and help her out. She looks so damn radiant; it makes me feel like a king. I hold her close to my side as we head into the hotel. The driver follows behind with our things. “Please drop them off.” The bellboy takes over and escorts us onto the elevator to my suite.
Once we enter the floor, he goes ahead and drops off her bags. I pass him a tip, then swoop Jenna into my arms and carry her over the threshold. “Welcome to our suite, Mrs. Harrison.”
“Thank you, Mr. Harrison.” The sound of her saying my name makes me hard. Fuck, everything she does has that effect on me. I carry her into the bedroom because I don’t want to waste another minute to get her naked and my cock inside her.
I set her on her feet and spin her so that her back is facing me as I slide down the zipper. Every inch of her bare skin being revealed to me is pumping lust right through me. My virginity is definitely a downfall at this moment. I’m about to come. A bead of sweat begins to slide down my forehead as I hold back my orgasm.
Pressing my body to hers, I whisper in her ear, “So sexy, so beautiful.” A shiver of pleasure passes through her perfect body. “My wife,” I add, brushing her hair off to the side and kissing neck slowly down to her shoulder.
A tiny sigh from her lips is my undoing, and I come hard. It’s a blessing because now I can relax enough to enjoy my woman. I spin her around and crush my mouth to hers. Jenna slips her arms up over my shoulders and into my hair, clutching and tugging on it as our kiss deepens.
“I think you have too many clothes on, Mr. Harrison,” she challenges.
“That I do. And so do you.” I pull back and stare at her as I take off my suit jacket and then tug my shirt free from my pants and lift it off. Her eyes roam over my chest before her hand tentatively reaches out, brushing the small patch of hair on my chest. She moans and steps closer, kissing over my heart, which fucks me completely up. My hands shake as I try to take off my belt.
She sees my struggle and reaches down, working it off. Her hands graze over my cock which is so damn hard I could hammer nails. Unable to handle her touch, I take her hands, bringing them to my lips and say, “Get on the bed, lose those panties before I spank your pretty ass.” She turns around takes two steps toward the bed and torments me as she grabs the edge of her panties and slides them off, revealing her perfect bottom, and climbs onto the bed slowly with her ass in the air, and her plump pink pussy is on full display.
“You’re asking for it, baby,” I growl, staring at her on all fours as she takes her sweet time making it to the middle of the bed.
She peeks over her shoulder and huskily says, “Why? I’m doing what I’m told.” She turns on that feigned innocence, adding a sexy pout to it all. I’ve already lost my clothes as she climbed up, so I grab my stiff shaft and stroke it as I join her on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” she blurts out. A sense of pride comes over me, giving me the confidence to hold off coming again. “You’re going to break me with that.”
“Only a little,” I growl, straddling her, so my cock rubs along her stomach. “First, I want you to come on my face.” I kiss her hard, then slide down her body, grab her thighs, and part them to fit my frame. Her slit is so damn wet with desire that her small thatch of curls is soaked.
I’m so damn turned on, my cock pulses on the sheets. Using my thumbs, I part her lips and take my first taste. A roaring growl comes over me as I lap her up like a man starving. I could eat her up every day. Grasping her thighs, I lift her closer to my mouth, holding her in my hands like a juicy slice of watermelon.
Beads of sweat slide down my back and my balls tighten as I press my nose against her clit and she cries out, “Jake, Jake. Oh my God, Jake. I’m coming.” I thrust a finger into her tight cunt, dragging out more over her release. As she starts to relax, I lower her hips onto the mattress and slide up her body, kissing my way to her mouth, letting her taste herself as my cock presses at her soaking wet, pulsating entrance. “You’re mine, Jenna.” I push into her, claiming her innocence.
She cries out in pain, and I feel like a jackass. Peppering soothing kisses on her face, I bend down and get my first taste of her breasts. Her tits must be a straight line to her pussy because as I suck in her hard nipple, her walls clenched around my dick. I move to the other breast and feel her back arch. “Oh shit,” she gasps. “Please fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I need you.” Fuck, those words are what I long to hear. I roll my hips, dragging my cock halfway out before rocking forward.
“You’re going to get me,” I grunt out as I pump in her.
“Over and over again,” I continue.
All words are lost as our movements become more experienced until she screams out my name again, and I lose control, flooding her unprotected womb with my cum.
I carry her to the shower, where we can explore each other even more. My cock hasn’t gone down, but I take the soap and wash it off, hoping to calm it down. Jenna’s eyes are glued to the show in front of her, and with a soft demand, she utters, “Teach me how to suck your cock,” she begs, sliding down to her knees. The spray washes off the soap just as she takes me in hand. The first time her tongue hits my cock, I nearly slip in the shower, but I brace my body against the wall and let her learn how to take me down.
As I’m on the verge of coming, I lift her up and pin her to the wet tiles and thrust up into her incredibly tight pussy. Our bodies grind up on each other as I pump into her every bit of cum I have and her aching slit drinks it up. I drop my head onto her shoulder and pant, “Wow, just fucking, wow.”
It takes until the wee hours of the morning for us to fall asleep, sated for the night. I could be inside her day and night.
Chapter Six
Jenna
I wake up alone in the large hotel room bed. I’m about to freak out. I don’t even know why. We’re married, so it’s not like he can get out of it by ducking out. The weight on my hand is a reminder that I’m married to a man who went through a lot of trouble to get the wedding pulled off in a few hours. Lifting it, I see the stone, and I’m shocked how perfect it looks on my finger. “It’s so beautiful,” I say as I stare at the way it sparkles.
“So are you,” Jake remarks from the bathroom door. I wish he wouldn’t say sweet things like that. It’s a business deal, and he’s making me feel things for him that I shouldn’t. When my eyes meet his figure, I see that he has on only a white towel cinched at his waist. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted and taut. The memory of his strength wrapped around me as he pumped his cock into me replays in my mind and flesh.
“Fuck, baby. Are you ready for another round?” he asks, growling and stalking toward the bed.
“Sure. It would help me get pregnant faster,” I remark which instantly changes his mood. His expression flattens, but before he replies his phone rings. He grabs it off the dresser and answers it, completely forgetting about our conversation.
“Yeah, Jack. We’re going to be flying out tonight.” His mood has definitely soured. I don�
��t know why. He married me to give himself a legitimate heir. “No, I have to get back to work.”
I slide out of bed and sneak into the shower. I can’t deal with his dismissive attitude. Work is more important to him. Jack told me that before I married Jake. I wash his scent off of my skin, unwilling to be seduced by him anymore.
When I come out, he’s already dressed in a green, pressed polo and a pair of jeans over black boots. He looks so sexy that I forget how hurt I am by his dismissal and my promise to ignore him.
“I’ve picked up an outfit for you, so you don’t have to go out in your wedding dress.”
“Thank you.” I take the bags and go back into the bathroom to dress without another look in his direction. I see that he’s already regretting our marriage, and the thought burns in my chest. I have to forget the dreams of having him care for me and focus on the end goal. Give him a baby and get the money to move on. Even as I think that I hate how terrible that feels.
When I enter the main room of the suite, he’s sitting there with his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. Hearing me, he looks up, and the lust has returned.
“Hey, wow. You look incredible.”
His compliment hurts when it shouldn’t. I half-ass smile at him and say, “Thanks. You’re the one who picked it out. Are you ready to head to my apartment?”
Jake releases a sharp breath and then stands up, smoothing his pants. “Yes, I’ll call for a car.” He makes a call as I slip on my shoes. I can feel his eyes on me, but I ignore the rush it gives me. It’s just lust. He’s attracted to me against his will it seems.
I move toward the door to leave, but his hand comes up and slams it closed. Jakes pinned me between the door and his muscular body with his front pressed against my back. “You need to stop with the rush to run.” His breath grazing my ear with his husky voice sending chills down my body. Jenna, I might tie your sexy ass to the bed to make sure you don’t split.” His hand slides down my side, skimming my hip. “You’re my wife. Remember that,” he growls against my ear.
