My tux is shed piece by piece. As her hands go to work at my pants, I pull my wallet out for one of the sacred condoms I have inside.
The urge I have to tear it to pieces so I can fuck her bare is overwhelming. Perhaps it’s because she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, or maybe it’s because she’s technically my wife, but I find myself wanting no barriers between us.
I tell myself to snap out of it because that’s just crazy talk. It was only hours ago that I met this woman, and I know nothing about her.
Except she’s beautiful, smart, kind, sassy, witty, and sexy as fuck. She’s also adventurous because how many people would actually go through with an impromptu Vegas wedding with a stranger?
My head fogs over when her hand reaches into my pants and wraps around my cock. I groan and let my head fall back, eyes squeeze shut for one blissful moment as she gives me a rough stroke.
I savor that touch for the count of three, then hold her gaze as I pull her hand away from me. She smirks knowingly, and yeah… it wouldn’t take many of those strokes to make me crazy.
I hold up one finger, a silent command that she be a good girl, then push the condom at her. “Get on the bed. Open that up, but don’t take it out just yet.”
She obeys, and I quickly divest myself of the remainder of my clothing. By the time I’m approaching her with my cock sticking straight up in anticipation, she’s reclined on the bed and holding the open foil packet out for me to do the honors.
Amused she would think I’d just dive right in, I smirk. “Not yet,” I say softly, then place a knee on the end of the bed. Her legs part, an invitation to crawl right up her body, and I do.
Lowering myself so there’s full contact between us, I give her a luxuriously slow kiss that has her gyrating under me. Chuckling, I pull away from her mouth and slide back down her body.
She groans when she understands what I’m about to do, and then moans so quietly I can barely hear it when I pull her legs over my shoulders. My mouth opens, and I take her in. Her hips punch upward, and I devour her.
Brynne is so sensitive to my tongue, swiveling to keep her clit rolling against it. In mere moments, she’s arching up and crying out her release. I calm her with soft kisses to her inner thighs before crawling my way up her body again. With one elbow pressed into the mattress, I stare down at her as I bring my other hand between her legs. I press two fingers in, feeling her ripple in expectation around them.
“Let’s get that condom on,” I suggest, my voice so thick and husky I barely recognize it.
I shift slightly to the side. Brynne has the condom in her hands and rolls it on smoothly, licking at her upper lip as she does so.
When I’m sheathed, I move so I’m over her again, lifting one of her legs to give me better access. She lets out a tiny huff, and I line my cock up with her entrance. As I push in a few inches, I touch my mouth back to hers for a soft kiss meant to slow things down.
But the heat of her surrounding me, along with the tightness of her channel, makes me crazy. My kiss becomes almost ferocious, and I thrust into her balls deep.
I groan into Brynne’s mouth, and it’s met by a similar sound. I lift my head, heat flashing through me from the lustful gaze she bestows upon me.
“What’s a wife got to do to get her husband to fuck her hard?” she murmurs.
Apparently, all she has to do is ask because I pull out and slam back in.
“Yes,” Brynne grunts in satisfaction.
Yes, indeed.
This isn’t going to be the only time I fuck her before we part ways. We have hours yet to go, and time to gently explore. But my wife wants it fast and intense, and I find that’s exactly how I want to give it to her.
My hips pistoning, I ram my cock in and out of her. Brynne holds onto my shoulders with her eyes squeezed shut. She chants “yes,” and “more,” fueling my passion.
With the sounds of skin slapping against skin and sweat trickling down my neck, I feel my balls start to tighten. It’s too soon, yet I couldn’t slow down if I wanted to.
The only thing I need is for Brynne to splinter with me.
With the weight of my full body, I press her into the mattress. I pound away inside of her but with every inward thrust, I grind down so her clit gets some direct attention.
“Oh, God,” Brynne moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m going to come.”
“Right there with you,” I grunt in sync with my thrusts.
“Andrew,” she cries as her entire body tightens for a brief second before her pussy starts to spasm all around my cock.
While that certainly feels good, it’s not what causes me to blow.
It’s the way she called my name as she started to orgasm, and I’ve never heard anything sweeter. I plant myself deep, lower until my forehead touches hers, and I come through gritted teeth.
I come quietly but with such force I couldn’t produce a sound if I wanted to. My entire body is held hostage to the waves of pleasure that quake through me, and I can do nothing but feel.
It’s the best goddamn orgasm of my life, and my cock is still pulsing inside of her when I start to think about fucking her again.
CHAPTER 4
Brynne
It’s the orgasm that wakes me up, and my eyes flutter open to see Andrew staring down at me with a satisfied smile on his face. I feel his fingers between my legs, lazily drawing circles around my clit. As I shift, I’m embarrassed at how wet things feel down there.
“Good morning,” he says with a smirk, then brings his hand up to rest on my stomach. I can feel the slickness of myself on my skin as he grazes his fingertips over my belly.
“Waking up to an orgasm,” I quip with a raspy voice. Too much screaming last night, apparently. “Of course it’s a good morning.”
My arms raise to go around him, pulling him down for a kiss. Even though I can feel the soreness between my legs, I want him again.
Andrew bends to give me a kiss, but pulls away just as quickly. “No time.”
“Why not?” I ask with disappointment as he plants his feet on the floor and levers himself up. His body is magnificent, something I was able to appreciate more the second time we had sex. That was all roaming hands, slow kisses, and lots of teasing until we were worked back up to the point of a vigorously fast fucking again.
Not sure if it makes me a dirty girl, but that’s my favorite way to do it. My experience in bed isn’t that vast, having only been with three men before Andrew, but I am quite adventurous when I’m with someone I trust.
Funny how I’ve known Andrew for mere hours, yet I felt more comfortable in the wicked things we did to each other than I had ever felt with my fiancé.
Correction… ex-fiancé.
I push Jesse and his cheating ways out of my mind. Screwing my maid of honor with his best man. That’s a level of adventure I can’t quite wrap my head around. I should be comforted by the knowledge it was a one-time only, drunken thing. At least, that’s what some of Jesse’s texts had said before I deleted them. But there’s so much “ick” factor going on I draw no solace whatsoever. I almost think it would be preferable if he would have had a long-standing fling with Tara instead of a meaningless threesome.
It makes me wonder… was it the threesome that appealed to him, or just having sex before he got married? Did he want me to be in a threesome with him and another man? Another woman? And he just didn’t think I’d go for it?
Which I wouldn’t have. No way. I’m adventurous and can get dirty with the right man, but I can’t share and I can’t see how anyone could.
“What’s going on inside that beautiful head?” Andrew asks as he starts to pull his clothes on.
I melt. He thinks I’m beautiful, and he’s said it plenty over the last twelve-plus hours. Jesse was never much for compliments.
I make myself get up as well, nose wrinkling. “Sorry… just musing about Jesse.”
Andrew stops in the middle of zipping up his pants, his
attention focused solely on me. “Want to talk about it?”
That’s the last thing I want to do, so I say, “No. It’s not important. Besides, didn’t you say we were short on time or something?”
He just stares at me a moment before he returns to dressing. Finally, he says, “Yeah… we have to get down to my attorney’s office. He’s got the paperwork drawn up to start the annulment process.”
While I know we have to get an annulment—that this marriage was only in jest and wasn’t to be taken seriously—my heart sinks a bit with disappointment. It feels like the morning after a bad decision when the guy tries to slink off before he gets roped into a relationship. Which is ridiculous. Since I was fully on board with this little stunt as a means to escape my grief over a failed relationship and a canceled wedding, I shouldn’t have any further expectations after that.
“Hey,” Andrew says, and I feel his hands on my face. I focus in on him and he’s staring down at me, concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I mutter.
He responds by kissing me, and it’s not a quick, thanks for a great night but I’m outta here kind of kiss. When he lifts his mouth, he murmurs, “I wish I had days with you. Weeks, even. But I’ve got an early afternoon flight I have to catch to the East Coast for a few business meetings. I hate to rush you out the door because I’d rather be exploring your body, but—”
I laugh and push at his chest, completely warmed by what he’d said. “Okay… I get it. Lots of things to do.”
“And I also thought we’d swing by the Bellagio after we finish at the attorney’s office, so you can get packed up. I’ll take you to the airport with me. I already checked, and there’s a three PM flight you can take.”
I just stare at him, those gray eyes holding me in place.
“I figure you need someone with you at the hotel in case Jesse is there,” he adds.
Nothing comes out of my mouth.
“Unless,” he drawls. “You want to see him?”
That pushes me into action, and I stare at him in horror. “No, I don’t want to see him. I’d like to avoid him if possible.”
Andrew nods with a smile. “Well, there’s a chance he could be camped out at your room. So give me the key, and I’ll go up to get you packed up. That way you don’t have to deal with him.”
Melting again, I move to step into him. His arms come around my naked body and while I still want him sexually, I find his embrace to be incredibly comforting and satisfying. Tipping my head back, I smile. “You’ve done more than enough for me. I don’t want to be a pain in the ass.”
“You’re not a pain in the ass, and well… I’m not ready to let you go just yet. If that means spending a few more hours in your presence, then that’s just a bonus for me.”
Andrew brings his mouth to mine. As if his words weren’t enough to make me swoon, I go dizzy from the depth of feeling I can sense in his kiss.
When he pulls back, I’m dazed but manage to find some strength to my voice. “Thank you for rescuing me from the side of the road.”
“And marrying you,” he says with a wink.
I can’t help but laugh. “And marrying me,” I agree. “It was a dream come true.”
Andrew’s expression sobers, though, and my laugh dries up. His hand comes to my face, palm to my cheek, and it feels oh so warm.
“Do you think… we could still see each other?” he asks hesitantly. “I know we went on the expectation that what we did last night would be a one-night stand. Granted, it was a big one-night stand, wedding and all, but… I really like you, Brynne. I know you have to be hurting and reeling from what was done to you, but—”
“Yes,” I blurt out without a second thought. “I’d like to see you again, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, but then frown. “But how does that work? I’m in San Diego. You’re in Vegas.”
Andrew chuckles. “It’s an hour and twenty-minute flight. We can see each other on weekends. We’ll start there, then just figure things out as we go along.”
I dig my teeth down into my bottom lip as I consider this. I’ve never had a long-distance relationship before. I make good money and can afford plane fare, so that’s not an issue. Andrew makes about a zillion dollars more than me, I bet, so I know he can afford it. Hell, he probably has his own plane.
My eyes drift up to his and lock. I smile. “Okay, let’s try it.”
“Perfect.” He grins back, dazzling me with a smile that’s so bright and happy it makes my heart catch. This guy really likes me, and actually… I really like him, too.
♦
Sitting beside Andrew in the Sky Club lounge feels both weird and normal at the same time. I’ve known him going on twenty-four hours, yet I feel like I belong by his side. That has nothing to do with the fact we’re married because that wasn’t real in any way.
It feels normal and right because Andrew has proved to be a genuine human being. The weird part is I was able to deduce that within just hours, which is totally abnormal. I don’t trust easily, mainly because of a very painful heartbreak I suffered in college.
Jesse isn’t the first to have hurt me. My freshman year at UCLA, I fell deeply in love with a boy named Ian. He fell in love with me, too, or so I believed. We dated all through undergrad before moving in with each other our junior year. I was expecting a proposal after college, but instead I got the “I’m too young to be tied down and committed” speech. He left the day after graduation to backpack through Europe. An invitation to go with him never came, not that I would have anyway. I had plans to start dental school at UCLA in the fall, and I had to work during the summer to save some money.
Regardless, Ian sort of broke me for a while. I thought I had known him.
Really, truly known him. We had talked about marriage and living the rest of our lives together. Had even agreed on having two kids and a black lab we’d name Smoky. So when Ian just up and announced he didn’t want all those things, it not only destroyed my ability to trust men for a while, it also made me have an incredible amount of doubt in myself.
As difficult as it was for me to give the benefit of the doubt to a man after that, it was even harder for me to trust myself to have good judgment.
After that, I was gun shy for years before I even attempted to get into another committed relationship, and I’m not sure what it says about me and my judgment that I picked Jesse. I went to dental school, casually dated, or didn’t date at all, and it wasn’t until two years ago I got serious with Jesse. Even when he proposed, I had doubts. I mostly wanted to say yes, but there’d been a small part of me holding back. It came out in the form of an exceptionally long pause as he knelt before me in a fancy restaurant holding open a black velvet box showcasing a diamond ring. Eventually, I said “yes,” and I could kick myself for it.
Andrew nudges me with his shoulder. We’re sharing a very comfy leather loveseat in the lounge, and he’s been flipping through the calendar on his iPad Pro to plan a future visit with me in San Diego.
“I’ll be in D.C. until Thursday,” he says as he points to the four days he has blocked off this week. “I have a late afternoon meeting Friday back in Vegas, but I can attend that via video conferencing. So I thought I’d just change my evening flight on Thursday to come directly to San Diego if that’s okay with you.”
“Um… sure,” I say with a bit of hesitation. It causes his head to snap up with brows furrowed. I rush to reassure him that my hesitation has nothing to do with me not wanting to see him so soon. “It’s just… you’re such a busy person. You help to run a billion-dollar empire. I hate to even think of you rescheduling something for me.”
Andrew’s eyes go soft, and he leans toward me for a soft touching of his lips against mine. When he pulls back, he says, “I’m not rescheduling anything, but I do require Wi-Fi hookup on Friday. Assume you have that in your house?”
“I do,” I assure him.
“Then it’s a date,” h
e says. He turns to his iPad, opens a new appointment on his calendar, and types in, “Amazing Weekend with Brynne,” marking himself out from Friday morning when his flight gets in to Sunday night when he’ll take the last flight back to Vegas.
When he’s done, he turns the tablet off and sets it on the table beside him. He angles himself on the couch, throwing one arm over the back casually to face me. “What are you anticipating in the way of trouble tomorrow at work?”
We’d talked a lot last night in between all the touching, kissing, and amazing sex. He knows my dental practice is called Deely, Adams, and Combs, which is named after my ex-fiancé Jesse Deely, me—Brynne Adams—and my slutty maid of honor and former best friend Tara Combs.
We started our business together just over a year ago, and again… it was with some hesitation. Tara and I practiced together at another large clinic in San Diego, but had been talking about starting our own. After Jesse proposed and I accepted, it seemed only natural he would be invited to join the new venture. We were going to be committing ourselves for life, so it was something I went for despite the slight pit in the bottom of my gut that signaled unease.
I shrug at Andrew’s question, since I’ve yet to even respond to any texts from Jesse. Tara has been noticeably silent. I’m not sure if either of them will be at work tomorrow. Tara was scheduled to be there to run the clinic while Jesse and I honeymooned in the Turks and Caicos. For all I know, they went there together. Hell, they probably brought the best man, too.
“No clue if they’ll be there or not. I don’t have any appointments scheduled, but I’ll go in first thing to see if either shows up.”
Andrew’s fingers skim the edge of my shoulder pressed against the back of the sofa. “If they’re there, just remember you don’t have to confront them or discuss this at all. You can turn around and walk right back out.”
“I know,” I say with a sigh, dreading the possibility of dealing with them. “And I have to take some time to figure out what to do. There’s no way I can continue to practice with them, but I also have money tied up in the business. We have a fairly large line of credit we used to get established, and I personally co-signed as a guarantor. I just can’t walk away.”
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