“I do,” she whispers her confession and I grab her ass and give it a nibble. Just a love bite, nothing too painful. Vanessa lifts her head from the counter with surprise but I run my hand up her back and grab a fistful of her hair and guide it back down flat.
I hover over her, admiring her sexy ass and her slick juices coating her pussy for a second before I lean in and plunge my face into her mound. Vanessa cries out first with surprise and then with need as I press my face in and lick her clit, just teasing her, before dragging my tongue up her pussy and across her ass until I reach her tight asshole. I flicker the tip there for a moment while she squirms against me before pushing my tongue back down and inside her pussy. Vanessa’s cries grow louder, she bucks her hips against my face and I push it inside as far as it will go as she squeezes down against me.
I let my tight grip on her hair go and clamp my hands down on her hips, licking a trail back up to her clit. I dig my fingers into her flesh as I circle my lips around her clit and batter it with my tongue.
Vanessa writhes against me, trying to chase her pleasure with her hips, but I’ve got her held down tight. I flatten my tongue and drag it over the length of her again until I’m back at her asshole and I suck on my thumb for a second before pushing it inside her to the knuckle. Vanessa tenses up around me, like every muscle inside her is pressing down on me, but as I explore her clit again, she begins to relax and gasp at the new sensation. I can feel her trembling on the countertop as I squeeze her ass with my free hand and swirl my tongue on her clit faster and faster. She quivers as I flicker and suck on her nub, dragging out her pleasure, controlling her orgasm. I relentlessly lap at her and press my thumb inside her ass until I can feel her body go rigid and she screams my name.
“Gabe! Ohhh!” Her body quakes with little tremors as her muscles grow slack and her legs slide off the edge of the counter.
I tug her hair back, and she lifts her head as I stuff every inch of my thick cock inside her. I push my thumb inside her asshole, filling her completely as I hold her under my control and fuck her hard against the counter.
“That’s my good girl,” I manage to breathe out the raspy words as I thrust into her faster. I step out, making her legs spread further open and bury myself as deep as possible inside her core as she bears down on my cock, milking me for my cum. I can’t take it, I fuck her until she’s just uttering a steady stream of noises, her tits bounce beautifully as I pump into her furiously.
The orgasm blinds me, overwhelming my senses as intense bliss rips through me and my cum fills her in spurts. Vanessa cries out as she clenches down around my cock, taking every last drop of my seed.
I collapse on top of her, breathing hard and kissing her back softly as I pull out and step away, helping her up onto her shaky legs. I hold Vanessa into my chest tight and kiss her on the forehead.
“That was amazing! I’m going to need to get you arrested more often,” she teases.
“No chance of that,” I answer, my breathing jagged and my lungs burning for air. “You’re gonna have a hard time getting rid of me now,” I tease.
“Good,” she purrs, running her hand over my chest, “because I’d like you to stay here with me from now on. I don’t want any more time away from you.” She kisses my chin and looks up to me for my reaction.
“I was wondering when you were gonna say that,” I smile. Lifting her up in my arms, she smiles at me as I carry her down the hall to her room. To our room.
“I love you, Gabe,” she snuggles into my chest and I hold her close.
“I love you too, Vanessa,” I kiss her swollen lips and then the tip of her nose. “Forever.”
Epilogue|Gabe
“That meal was amazing,” Vanessa tosses her hair over her shoulder. It’s grown back to her old style now, it took almost a year, but it erased the last of the evidence that she ever briefly worked on that movie. The one that just had it’s opening weekend in the theatres and is already being called Fifty Shades of Awful in the reviews. I guess she dodged a bullet there.
“It was pretty good,” I agree and slip my arm around her waist, walking down the Vegas strip in the cool autumn night.
I guess there is still one shred of existing proof that she was supposed to be the lead actress in that show.
Me.
I smile at how destiny or fate or whatever brought us together. They say you find love in unlikely places, but a sex club has got to top the list of the most unlikely.
“So now what? The night is young,” she wraps her delicate hand around my side and leans into me as we make our way up the bustling sidewalk full of drunk tourists. The flashing and shimmering lights cry out for our attention from every angle, begging us to look at whatever building or attraction they’re selling, but we can’t stop staring at each other.
“We can have an early night,” I shrug as a smirk slides over my lips. An early night in Vegas means a late night in the hotel room, I let my fingers travel down the small of her back and over the curve of her ass until they find their home in her back pocket.
“No way! What are you, ninety? You can’t call it a night at eight-thirty,” she protests as the flickering lights around us dance in her beautiful eyes. “Do you, I dunno, want to go to a strip club or a cabaret show?” She raises an eyebrow at me mischievously.
It’s tempting, but the idea of going to a room full of people to stare at women that have nothing on Vanessa feels like a waste of a night.
"Why would I go watch some stranger peel off her clothes when I’ve got fucking perfection waiting for me under these ones?” I squeeze her ass hard and she swats at me playfully, laughing. How is it that she still blushes like that? How is she still so innocent even when I know she’s so sinfully dirty just under the surface?
Suddenly a loud outburst of whooping and hollering forces us to look across the street to a wedding party who are clearly hammered and stumbling down the strip in some kind of rhythm less conga line. Leading the pack is the bride, with the skimpiest wedding dress I’ve ever seen and a crazy, elaborate veil barely clinging to her head along with the groom dressed in shorts and a blazer. I don’t know about his fashion choices, but he definitely looks happy. And drunk. But mostly happy.
“Maybe that’s what we should do,” Vanessa smiles up at me, “you know the saying, ‘what happens in Vegas,’” she laughs.
“Yeah, except marriage,” I shake my head, “that doesn’t just stay in Vegas,” I shake my head. I silently watch the wedding party, well, party down the street without a care in the world and glance down at the woman I love. "I think we should do that,” I don’t really think about what I’m saying, the words just rise up from my heart and spill out my mouth before my brain has a chance to ruin them.
“What?”
“Seriously, I’d love to elope with you. Here. Now. But really get married,” I realize I’m rambling and possibly giving the worst marriage proposal ever. My heart hammers in my chest and my mouth begins to dry out as I realize just how serious I am about this. “I already know I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. I already know I want to wake up to you every single day, I love you," I swallow hard and hold her shoulders tight as I watch her eyes open wide with surprise. “Vanessa? Will you let me marry you at some cheesy chapel in Vegas, maybe by Elvis or something? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
It feels like my heart is thudding right inside my neck as I wait for what feels like an eternity for her to process my words. The teasing glint that was in her eyes has faded and now she looks up at me earnestly, searching my face, “Yes,” she nods. “I would love to,” a huge smile spreads over her plump lips and I pick her up in my arms and swirl her around as I kiss her.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.
“I love you too,” she giggles and I place her gently back on her feet.
“So, do you really want to do this? I don’t want this to be some Hollywood marriage that ends in two days,” I tilt my head at her sternly
but I know she feels the same way I do. I’ve known for over a year now.
“Yes! Let’s go to the chapel,” she tucks her brown hair behind her ear and grins.
“Alright, I feel something inside me that I haven’t felt since I was in the SEALs. Excitement. Like I’m getting ready to take an epic adventure or parachute into some unknown land. Like my adrenaline is buzzing through my veins and making every sensation stronger.
I flag down a cab and Vanessa and I hop in the back.
“Where to?” The burly man behind the wheel asks us in his rearview mirror.
“We want to get married,” Vanessa gushes, her smile couldn’t be wider.
“By Elvis,” I add in and she giggles next to me.
“Yeah, by Elvis,” she agrees.
“Congratulations,” the man turns around and glances at us, “I know just the place.”
Epilogue|Vanessa
I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so cheesy but it’s so fun. It just feels perfect. The Elvis impersonator with a shiny, gold jacket holds my arm and leads me down the short red carpet to the front of the chapel to Gabe.
My Mom is going to kill me.
I mean, we’ll have another wedding for friends and family later, but right now, this moment is just for us.
God, he looks so sexy.
Every step I take, I watch Gabe closely. I can’t take my eyes off him. How did I get so lucky to find a man like him? One that can make me feel sexy with a look, one that can make me feel safe with a hug, one that can make me cum every single time we fuck.
He’s perfect.
The chapel photographer and official witness for our marriage snaps photos as Elvis brings me next to Gabe and then releases my arm, jumping up onto the white pillars decorated in lush roses.
“I love you,” Gabe whispers to me as I clutch his broad hands and feel suddenly overwhelmed in the best possible way by all of this. I can’t wait to be his wife. To make that commitment to him forever. He’s my everything. I’m guessing even our Elvis impersonator can see that and he’s probably seen it all.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
“Alright, tonight we have the absolute honour of marrying this lovely couple, Vanessa Parker and Gabriel Keenan,” Elvis speaks into a microphone despite it being an empty room. “Join those hands together, because today you join hands and join hearts to come together and celebrate one of the truly great moments of your lives, today, your wedding day,” Elvis announces as Gabe smiles down at me.
It feels so appropriate that it’s just us here because every time he gives me that look, the world dissolves into oblivion and all I can see is him anyway. We could have a thousand-people sitting in this chapel, but all I would ever see is him.
“Gabriel would you please repeat after me,” Elvis nods at the man that is moments away from becoming my husband, “I Gabriel.”
“I Gabriel,” he repeats, never taking his intense blue eyes off of mine.
“Take thee, Vanessa to be my wedded wife, ma, ma, my best friend,” Elvis swings his hips and the photographer snaps some pictures, “and my soulmate.”
Gabe repeats the words, but without any theatrics. It’s like he’s finally saying something he’s kept buried in his soul for too long. With every word of our wedding vows, I can see the truth in them, in his love, in his eyes, in us.
Elvis turns his attention to me and I can’t help but giggle at how silly this whole thing is. I feel like it’s a perfect way for two people who met under ridiculous circumstances to take these vows. I love that Gabe and I don’t take ourselves too seriously. The only thing we take seriously is our love.
He guides me through the vows and I repeat each and every word, feeling it tattoo across my heart, and knowing that we are committing to each other for the rest of our lives. Tears line my eyes, I’ve never felt so happy before. And the crazy part is, I know that for as long as Gabriel is my husband I’ll always be blessed.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Elvis instructs us.
Gabe leans into me and sweeps me into his arms, wrapping them completely around me. I melt into him as our lips collide and our marriage becomes official with a slow and sensual kiss.
“Now I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel,” Gabe murmurs in my ear, “this is going to be a crazy honeymoon, Mrs. Keenan,” his voice is laced with desire and it makes a shiver lick my spine as I realize that tonight I’m going to have mind-blowing sex with my husband. I can’t help but smile. My cheeks actually hurt from smiling I am so happy.
“Then we better get back and get started,” I kiss him again and close my eyes, getting lost in our world of two and knowing that as long as we have each other we can face anything … together.
The End
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Excerpt from Saved By the Woodsman
Synopsis:
I turned my back on society, walked off the grid and never looked back. So, why can't I let her go?
Sawyer:
Ashley represents everything I hate in society.
A spoiled brat, a media princess, a woman who would rather record her life than live it.
It’s people like her that are responsible for the bullshit on the internet, bullshit that cost the lives of everyone I’ve ever loved.
But one taste of her makes me question how I could ever live in a world without her in it.
Ashley:
Sawyer offers me nothing more than a hard body and a warm bed.
He’s just an escape from my humiliation and betrayal. He can never provide me the lifestyle that I worked so hard to obtain.
Then why am I considering throwing away my fame and fans to hide away from the world that embraced me when no one else would?
Chapter 1 | Ashley
“Can you believe my pic already has thirteen thousand likes? I only put it up, what, an hour ago?” I sweep my cell in front of Tom and Stacey’s faces. They don’t pay attention to the image of my ass perched on the edge of our hot tub in these killer Victoria’s Secret string bikini bottoms. They lived it, standing awkwardly to the side with their drinks while Ben helped me get the perfect shot.
I ignore their indifference, smiling down at the screen. I love how the light sparkles off my 18-carat diamond, like Ben stole a star from the sky and put it on my finger. I don’t care if everyone is bored or jealous or whatever, this shot is getting the love it deserves. It might have taken almost an hour to get the angle and the lighting just right, but amazing butt selfies don’t just happen.
I should know, it’s kinda my thing.
“I believe it,” Ben nuzzles up against me in the hot tub, “everyone wants a piece of that ass.” I lean back against him and close my eyes, feeling the world swirl a little as the jets from the tub whirl over my skin and the pricey champagne hits me.
“You guys are just too cute,” Kate intrudes on my moment from across the ten-seater tub.
I flicker my eyes open and the room spirals a tad, but as soon as her sour face comes into focus, I miss the drunken kaleidoscope of colors.
“I know, right? Aren’t they adorbs, bae?” Stacey prods on her husband Tom. Tilting her cut jaw at him and flicking her eyes our way. God, even her chin looks like it has muscles. Stacey and her man are both fitness models, I swear, my left ass cheek probably has more fat than both of their entire bodies put together.
Tom wraps his thick arm over her shoulder and smiles. For a second, I wonder if his arm is crushing her with his ridiculously built bicep. “They’re perfect together,” he answers, “just like us.”
Tom’s hand breaks up through the surface of the bubbly water and cups his wife’s strong jaw, the two of them might be built like human armor, but they still kiss tenderly. I can tell that it won’t be long before they retire to their room in our ski cabin and go fuck each other’s brains out. The image of their bodies slapping together, like two planks of hardwood sweeps through my mind.
“Yo
u know, it’s getting late,” Stacey purrs, leaning over Tom like a kitty about to pounce. I can’t see either of her hands, but I can imagine where they are. I wonder if Tom’s dick looks really small when compared to his muscles on an even more muscular frame.
I smirk over at Ben, next to Tom he looks like a pipsqueak, not that I’d ever tell him that. Still, I would rather the more natural look, even if he is a little on the short side and a bit scrawnier than I’d prefer. I shake the thought from my head and get another rush from the booze messing with my vision. Who cares if he’s a little small? He’s filthy rich. Besides, ever since he proposed my Instagram fame has propelled to new heights.
Just don’t wear heels over three inches around him. And don’t get fat. Then he won’t look like such a waif beside you. See? His stature is actually a good thing, it’s more motivation to stick to your diet. I smile at the famous bachelor who proposed to me after only four months together.
Ben smirks back at me, his green eyes locking on mine. The day he put a ring on it, a lot of hearts on the internet were broken. Not only is he a young and hot, but the fact that he earned his millions by outsmarting his opponents in poker games just adds to his appeal.
He’s a risk taker. Hard to read. Sexy as hell. And he’s mine.
Chapter 2 | Ashley
“Thanks for inviting us up here. Can you believe we’ve never been to the Telluride resort before? We’ve always meant to come here for a little vacay, but just never found the time,” Stacey explains. I still can’t see her hands. I push the uncomfortable idea of her playing with her hubby’s little pecker out of my mind.
“Of course! What’s an engagement celebration without my best friends?” Ben answers chipperly.
“And my stepsister,” I chime in.
“Foster sister,” Kate corrects me.
Thanks for sucking the air out of the room, sis.
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