by Coco Cadence
“For what? Your father’s death?” He laughs. “I didn’t say it to make you think that it was about your father. Oh no, I know what I’ve done.”
“But Tricia just told me that he’d threatened suicide long before then. It wasn’t because of what you did … he was planning it all along.”
“Hmm … I’m sorry your father died. I really am. But I am relieved that it might not be all my doing,” he says with a genuine smile on his face.
“Yeah …” I lie down on his chest again.
“So does that mean you’re no longer mad at me?” he asks, petting my hair.
“Maybe,” I say. “But you’re still an asshole for making me worry about you.”
He grins. “Well, that’s partly your fault, as you’re supposed to look out for me.”
“Oh, bullshit.” I shake my head.
“So I guess you’ll have to make that up to me now,” he muses. “And I know just the way.”
“You dirty pig,” I say, but when he starts tickling me, I lose it.
I’m laughing like a crazy woman, cringing on his bed, wriggling like a snake, and I love it. I love every second that I can spend with this crazy bastard I call mine.
“So, does that mean we’re okay now?”
“I guess.”
“I can be with you without it being awkward?”
“It’s still awkward. You’re awkward,” I say.
He punches my arm softly. “Last time I remembered, you were the one always acting like you lost your damn mind.”
“No, I lost my heart,” I say.
He’s silent for a few seconds, and then he grabs me and hugs me tight. “I’m glad you say that … because the other day I found this heart lying on the asphalt. I thought I’d keep it safe in case you wanted it back, but seriously, you really have to take better care of yourself. You don’t want to lose your heart to some random stranger.”
I laugh. “But I’ll gladly lose it to you.”
He licks his lips. “Damn right. You lost your V-card to me too, so of course I’m gonna steal your heart, too.”
He pulls me closer and presses a hard kiss on my lips. Then he groans, twisting his body. “God, that leg hurts.”
“Don’t move too much; you don’t want to overdo it.”
“I’m still trying to get used to that damn cast,” he says. “Well, I guess that’s what you get for fucking up during a race.”
“I’m just glad you’re alive.”
“Yeah, me too. I lost that race, but there will be more chances, and I’ll surely win some of them,” he says proudly, and then his grin turns devilish again. “At least I finally got to race without blue balls because that fucking hurts on a bike. Just so you know.”
“Too much information!” I say.
“Lucky for the both of us that will never happen again,” he growls.
And then he grabs my shirt and hauls me toward him, kissing me full on the lips. My head spins, my heart bouncing out of my chest, as I feel free for the first time in my life.
“Fuck, I’ll never have enough of you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “I need to feel you.”
“Oh, you’ll feel me all right. And soon more than just on your lips.” The accompanying grin makes my heart flutter.
“Bring it on,” I say with a smile.
He bites his lip. “C’mere.” He kisses me again, and again, showering me with kisses, making me laugh. “God, I love that sound,” he says.
“I love you,” I mutter.
He stops for a moment and just looks at me as if he heard something funny from my mouth, which makes me blush even more.
“Say that again,” he says softly.
“I love you.”
He smiles, his hand cupping my face to caress my cheek. “I love you, too. I always have.”
“And I love you, Chris King.”
“Of course, you do.”
I slap him playfully. “You did not just say that.”
“Sure, I did.” He bites his lip. “You always loved me, even when you said you didn’t. You just hated yourself for it. And don’t you dare deny it.”
“Fine. I just couldn’t admit it to myself. But I’ve stopped hating you,” I muse. “Happy now?”
He grabs my face and pulls me toward him again with that same stupid grin on his face that I’ve come to love. “Yes.”
He smashes his lips to mine, warming my skin and my entire body. I kiss him back, equally desperate for more. I could do this forever. His kisses make me feel whole. I feel accepted for who I am. I feel like I could fly.
Chris is okay. I’m okay. We’re all okay.
And that’s more than I’ve ever been before.
I’m happy. So happy that he broke my barriers down and refused to give up on me. So happy that he’s here, and that he wants me, and that I’m fine with saying I want him just as much.
I’m happier than I ever knew I could be.
Epilogue
Chris
One week later …
In my wheelchair, I spin around my living room, seeing how fast I can go. I love to play around with it. It’s not as if I have anything else to do. I can’t race my bike, and I can’t get out of this damn wheelchair, so might as well make good of the situation.
On the plus side, I have Emily taking care of me real nice. She’s here day and night, waking me with sweet kisses and pancakes for breakfast. She’s a dream come true. If I had told my old self this was what would happen if only I’d persist, I don’t think I would’ve believed myself.
She finally wants me as much as I want her, and I’m making good use of that fact.
Just because I’m in a wheelchair doesn’t mean I can’t fuck my girl. There are plenty of ways to pleasure someone while bound to a chair. Speaking of which … whenever Emily walks past me, I smack her butt, making her squeal, which in turn makes me grin like a motherfucker. I’ll never be a nice guy, but the good thing is that I don’t think she wants me to be and I’m glad. I was never good at it. I’m a bastard and proud of it.
A temporarily handicapped bastard, but still.
The family has accepted our relationship quite well. I didn’t expect them to adjust to the new situation so easily, but it’s gone better than I expected. It makes it easier for Emily to cope with the fact that she’s in love with me. I don’t ever want her to feel guilty about her feelings again.
Of course, we still had to deal with the aftermath of our relationship getting out to the press. We figured that, since she works for me, they would find out one way or another, but it would be on our terms and with our story. All we had to do was make sure we fed the press the details slowly, so as not to portray me as some pervert, but more of a lost soul looking for love. Maybe we thickened it up a little with a few lies here and there, but most of it was true.
At first, people were at my door the entire day, wanting interviews, but we managed to get them off our backs by giving a simple statement. We wanted to be left alone in peace.
Emily enlisted Alyssa to catch any unwanted press releases and nip them in the bud before they blew up.
And after a while of just doing what we wanted, things settled down, turning back to normal within a few weeks. Except my horniness. That’ll never return to normal. Not since she’s in my house 24/7 with that ass bouncing around, picking up after things that I accidentally drop. Not so oops.
I’ll admit I’m a lucky motherfucker.
And I don’t take it for granted for even a single day.
“C’mere,” I say as she passes me, and I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap.
Her squeal makes me laugh as I nuzzle her hair and take in her scent. “You smell nice today.”
“Oh, only today?” she retorts.
“You smell nice every day, but today is particularly special,” I say.
“How come?”
“Because I just realized I haven’t fucked you yet.”
She b
lushes and hides a grin behind her soft hair, shaking her head.
“What?” I growl, pulling her closer to press a kiss to her lips. “I know you want it, too.”
“I still need to clean,” she says.
“Clean later.” I press more kisses on her lips, almost making it impossible for her to talk. I don’t want to hear any more excuses about why we shouldn’t do this. We’ve done that long enough. Now’s the time to enjoy what we have.
“But your house is a mess,” she mutters, hanging on my lips.
“And it’s gonna be an even bigger mess when I’m done with you.” I groan into her mouth before taking her with my tongue, probing her mouth eagerly.
“Oh, god …” she moans.
“Chris’ll do.”
She sniggers. “Cocky bastard.”
“No I’m just a bastard with a cock. A fucking hard one, by the way.”
“And you want me to do something about that,” she hums against my lips.
“I want you to do something with it.” My hand drifts between her legs, brushing her pussy, making her jolt up. “And I’ll return the pleasure equally.”
“Hmm … you are so very persuasive,” she mumbles, smiling. “But—”
“Nothing is more important than fucking you, babe,” I muse. “The only thing you’ll be cleaning is my cock. With your tongue.”
“What?” she gasps, a bit shocked and laughing, too.
“You heard me,” I say, raising a brow.
“And what makes you think I’ll do that?”
I wrap her in my arms and press another rough kiss on her lips. “What makes you think you can resist?”
She giggles. “You make it so hard.”
“You too … but mostly just my cock. And let’s keep it that way.”
I grin as she playfully slaps my chest, and then I grab her wrist, pinning it behind her back, and take her mouth with mine. Her sweet taste is an addiction, something I’ll never get enough of. Her moans are food to my soul, and her smell is like a drug, getting me riled up.
She bites her lip seductively and then lowers herself from my lap and onto the ground right in front of me. With dirty eyes, she gazes up at me as she undoes my belt and pants and pushes down my boxer briefs until my hard-on comes popping out to play. Her eyes zoom in on it as if she’s in the fucking candy store and she can have a taste of all the good stuff. Just that look makes me even harder.
“Is this what you want …?” she teases, sticking out her tongue just an inch away from my shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan when she touches the base. “Suck it hard.”
“Like this?” she moans, and then she wraps her mouth around the top and sucks me off. Fuck me, it feels good. Her tongue goes all the way around, her mouth wet and willing, sucking me dry. It’s as if she wants me to blow my load in seconds.
“You are too good at this,” I moan.
“Why? You gonna come that quickly now?” she muses, chuckling a bit.
“Sorry, you just make me so goddamn horny all the time.”
“It’s okay. I consider it a compliment,” she says, licking my cock from top to bottom.
Well, fuck me. Is she suggesting that I actually come?
She sucks me harder and faster until I’m about to burst. I grab her hair and make a fist of it, gently pushing her down onto my cock, which she doesn’t seem to mind. That fact alone, that she takes it deeper and deeper, makes me want to blow inside her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I groan.
She nods, licking off the top, and then going down to suck even more.
Holy fucking shit. Does she really want me to come in her mouth?
“Fuck, I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I growl.
She wraps her tongue all around my cock and teases my balls to the point of eruption.
A loud groan leaves my mouth as cum spurts from my cock into her warm, wet mouth, filling up her throat. She keeps sucking it up, not spilling a drop. When I’m finished, she swallows and finishes with a kiss.
“Fucking hell,” I say, panting.
“That good?” she muses, coming up again.
“So good … Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast. It’s a fucking embarrassment,” I say with a laugh.
“Nah, it just means I’m good,” she says with a cocky grin.
“Yes,” I say, pulling her onto my lap again so I can kiss the fuck out of her. “Real good.”
I flip her over in my seat and grab her big tits, pulling them out from under her shirt. I’m still horny as fuck, and now it’s time to please my woman. Unbuttoning her pants, I push my hand into her panties and finger her wet pussy, making sure to give lots of attention to her swollen clit. She cries out in lust, arching her back, wrapping her arm around my neck as I flick her little button. She’s moaning and hissing in my ear, and I kiss her neck with equal desire. She’s gyrating on my lap along with the movement of my hand, making me hard quickly again. What can I say? She’s one hot girl, and I’m a sucker for her needs.
My tongue dips out to lick and suck on her skin, as my hand puckers her nipples and tugs them, while the other rubs her pussy until she starts to quiver.
“Yes, babe, come all over my hand,” I groan in her ear, making her lick her lips.
I know she likes my dirty talk. She’s just as filthy as I am, which makes it all the more fun.
A quick pinch and then a flick is all it takes to make her buck on my lap, wetness coating my fingers as she comes apart on my lap. After a while, we’re hot and sweaty, panting as she stops quaking.
I bring my fingers to my lips and suck up all her juices, enjoying her taste. “Fuck, yes …” I moan. “I think that was a good one.”
“Yes … yes, it was,” she says, blowing out a breath.
“And there will be plenty more, every fucking day of your life,” I muse, kissing her earlobe.
“You promise?” she says.
I cup her face and tilt her head sideways so she’ll look at me. “I promise,” I whisper, sealing my promise with a kiss the lips. “As a matter of fact,” I say, and then I rummage through my pocket. “I meant to give you this, but I was too busy staring at your ass cleaning the house all day to make time.”
Her jaw drops, and she slaps my chest again. “Chris!”
“What? This happens when I stare at your ass. I’d say that’s a good thing.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, tell me then … what were you gonna give me?”
I take my hand out of my pocket and show it to her.
Her eyebrows rise and her eyes widen as she stares at the box.
“I was going to hold off until I could finally ditch this wheelchair and do it properly on one knee, but you know me, always too excited to wait.”
“Oh, my god …” she mumbles as I open the box and a sparkling ring appears.
Some would probably say I’m crazy and that I should take it slow. I say they’re all crazy. I’ve known her long enough to realize that what we have is precious and I need to seal the deal. Fuck taking it slow. It’s not every day you meet a girl like Emily.
“I can’t exactly go down on one knee, seeing as I’m a wheelchair and all, so I figured I’d get you on my lap instead. It’ll have to do for now, so I hope you aren’t mad,” I muse.
“Mad? Mad?” she says. “I can’t believe it!” she squeals.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” I say, laughing a bit.
“Yes!” she screams, hugging me tight. “Yes!”
With a stupid grin, I nudge her back. “I haven’t even asked yet.”
“Oh, right,” she says, wiping away a few happy tears.
I smile. “Emily … will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding, barely able to hold back the tears.
I take the ring from the box and grab her shaky hand, putting the ring on her finger. Right where it belongs.
“Now you’re mine forever,” I say.
She throws herself on top of me, knocki
ng the box from my hand in the process as she squishes me with a hug and kisses on my cheek. “Always.”
“I love you,” I say. “That won’t ever change.”
“And I love you just as much,” she says, rubbing herself against me while hugging me tight.
We’re both half-naked, hugging with happy tears, and beaming smiles plastered on our faces. I don’t think it can get any better than this.
“Mine …” I whisper in her ear.
She’s mine, just as it should’ve been.
All mine.
Fuck, I am one lucky man.
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My boss is an asshole.
I’d take off my heels and throw them at his face, if they weren’t so expensive.
Why? Because my boss, the sexy, billionaire bad boy Leo King, wants me to be his wife.
That’s right. His wife. Except, it isn’t real. It’s all pretend so his family believes it, and I’m supposed to go along with it.
Asshole doesn’t even begin to describe him, and it’s only going to get worse. Especially because his cocky attitude and sudden interest in my private life make it difficult to concentrate on something other than his sexual innuendos. I always do what he wants, and we both know it. It’s not like I have a choice. Agree or get fired.
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He bites his lip so seductively it makes my head spin. “Screw the rules.” And then he plunges in to kiss me again. He presses his body to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as he drags me even closer. His hot kisses take the air from my lungs while he grabs my ass tight and cups my face with spread fingers. They drift to the back of my head to grasp my hair and push me even closer.
“Fuck …” he whispers as our mouths unlatch to breathe. “I can’t stop. I won’t.”
