by C. M. Steele
“What the hell? How did you know?” Ian questions, jumping up from the sofa.
I laugh and shake my head. She’s here and I’m betting in the bedroom. The lucky dog. I’m a little jealous. Maybe I’ve got to claim my woman soon. “Come on, you think I’d let you get away with it. I had your neighbor next door let me know. That little old lady likes to gossip.”
I called my parents, so they came with me. I’m a dick and well, at least one of us has someone. “She’s sleeping right now,” Ian whispers.
“It’s okay, son, we’ll be quiet.” Man, we’re going to have to wait to meet the special chick for Ian.
“Ooh look, pizza. Excuse me, I’m starving. We missed lunch being nosy,” I mutter, taking a bite out of the slice I confiscated.
“So, when is the wedding?” Mom asks, rubbing her hands together like an evil villain.
“Whenever she wants, as long as it’s sometime this week.” I can’t blame him. Tie her to him before she gets away again.
“Ha. Bro, you’re so in love with her. Man, you fell for the girl who took your V-card.” But as an older brother, I have to tease him even though I’m aching to be in the same boat with Lillian.
“What are you sixteen, dickhead? Who cares about that?”
“Wow, so sensitive. Chill out.”
“Speaking of, have you heard from your girl?” Ian asks, smirking and gloating like a jerk.
I narrow my eyes at him. That’s a dickhead move. “No, she’s been avoiding me,” I confess.
Ian shrugs, takes a drink of his beer, then says, “Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” The sound of rolling thunder plays in my ears and I don’t know if it’s from the storm outside or from my own heart going insane.
“What!” I roar, shaking my head and dropping the slice of pizza back onto the pizza box. “No way. That’s not happening. She’s not leaving me.”
“Well, she put in that she’s opting out of her renewal. She doesn’t want to work with Knight Publishing any longer.” It plays in my head as I run through the rain. I’m not letting her leave me. She can’t leave me. A thousand painful thoughts drum through my brain, the most brutal one being that I never see her again.
I'm rushing over to her apartment. I have to do something about her leaving me. Or rather, leaving the company. But fucking hell, it feels like she's leaving me. If she's leaving, at least I can't fuck up the company by asking her to marry me. My heart's racing as I speed over. I love this woman more than I can even say. Even if she does go, as long as she's a part of my life I don't care. I can't wait another day—can't risk losing her. I don't know what stopped me this whole time, but no more waiting. I'm claiming her as mine. It's storming out hard, but I make it there without any problems—other than being soaked.
I pound on her door until she opens it up. “You’re soaked,” she exclaims, looking at me up and down. My hair’s matted down from the rain, and my shirt is clinging to my chest. Her eyes appreciate the view. I stare back at her in her T-shirt and tiny shorts. I swallow hard when I see that she’s braless and her hard nipples are pressing against the fabric.
“You will be, too,” I bite out. Storming into her apartment, I scan the area for any unwanted visitors. Fuck, if I find another guy here…I don’t see a man, but I look around and see two suitcases. She is leaving. I lose my damn mind. Eating the space between us, I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her passionately until we fall back onto the sofa. She groans and reaches underneath her, throwing a hairbrush onto the floor. It doesn’t stop us. In fact, Lillian lets her hands roam over me.
I thrust my hands into her hair, pulling and dragging out moans from her. “Nick,” she cries out. The sound of her moaning my name sends beads of cum onto my boxers. I need her badly. Clumsily, I pull up her T-shirt and suck on her breast. She arches her back, loving what I'm doing. This is all so fucking new to me, but I need her like a man hopped up on drugs. She grinds her hot pussy up against my length, but I tilt to the side to stop her because I'm going to come.
“I need you, Lillian,” I whisper against her cheek. She rubs her face against mine, sighing and panting. She tugs at my shirt, lifting it over my head. I help her and toss it out of the way.
“Holy shit. You’re ripped, Nick,”
“I’m glad you like it, baby.” I kiss her, then lean back on my knees. I grab her shorts, pulling them down. She has a pair of bright pink panties on, and I rub her right on the crotch. They’re fucking drenched. I slide them to the side and feel her little slit on my fingers. She sits up enough to work off my belt. I push her back down and stroke her pussy with one hand while pushing down my pants and boxers. My cock, large and hard, is standing stiff and dripping cum down my length. I grab the hem of her panties and tear them at the seam.
“Hey,” she complains.
“I’ll buy you more, baby,” I tell her. I liked them, but I’m too gone to care about it. I line up my cock with her entrance, then thrust my way in. A big tear falls from her face, and I feel like a total prick.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes to me. Like she did something wrong. I’m the one who’s barreling into her womb, shredding her virginity like a bull in a china shop.
“Don’t apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry. I would have tried to make it easier.”
“The pain’s over with,” she claims, but I move a little and can see that she’s still twitching. My cock has no damn manners. He’s not bothered by the little blip in the road. In fact, he feels a new sense of pride and is ready to fuck. I lower my head and kiss her lips.
“You’re mine, Lillian.”
“I’ve always been,” she moans out, wrapping her legs around my waist and pushing my pants down with her feet. I move in and out, sliding just to the edge of her entrance, then rock forward. Her pussy clutches onto my length, pulsating around me, and then I hear her cry out against my ear, her body flexing tight. I come harder than I ever have before. Of course, my hand doesn’t hold a candle to being inside her warmth.
We continue to kiss, grinding our bodies until we roll off the couch and onto the floor. My back hits first, so she’s protected. I’m still hard, and she begins to sit up on me with her small hands on my chest. Slowly she learns how to move up and down on my shaft, fucking herself on me. I love the way she’s using me, but it’s too much. My hands grasp her hips and take control. Holding her down, I thrust up, fucking into her. Her head falls back as she tugs on her breasts, pinching her nipples. This view is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I sit up and throw my arms around her back, then flip her onto the rug. In mere seconds, we’re both coming again. Damn, I could go on forever.
Chapter Six
Lillian
I'm sprawled out on the floor of my living room completely naked and worn out. My body aches in new ways and my heart’s dancing in my chest. Nick is laying on top of me, his head resting on my breast. I feel like I'm dreaming; this has to be a dream. He just bursts through the door and claims me. That couldn’t be real, but I know it is. Why? I close my eyes and think about the few words that he said before he owned my body. He said something about leaving him, but I’m confused. We never see each other, so why would he be upset about me going on vacation? My eyes pop open. His mom knew about the trip. Something tells me she told him, but she must have left out the whole vacation part of me leaving. The woman was slick and wise. I giggle out loud.
“Baby, I hope you're not laughing at me.”
“I’m definitely not. I'm just trying to figure this out. All of this is sudden and completely unexpected.”
“Yeah, I suppose I should have come in and talked to you first before mauling you like an animal. But this has been three years in the making, I couldn't hold back any longer. Why are you leaving?”
“I happened to like the wild beast that showed up today. Anyways, I'm going on vacation,” I explain. As much as I wanted to run away from Nick, I’m positive that I can’t
stay away for long.
“No, I mean why are you leaving Knight Publishing? Are we not offering you a good deal?”
Oh, what the hell was this about, then? Was he just here to stop me from leaving? Did he think taking one for the team would work? “Leaving the publishing company? I'm not going anywhere. I just signed another two-book deal yesterday. Is that why you came here?”
“That asshole. I came here because I thought I’d never see you again, and I couldn’t let that happen.” He shakes his head, and I look up into his eyes. He’s sincere. “Then what's with the packed luggage?”
“I'm going on vacation,” I tell him again.
“With who?” he asks. There’s a steely tone to his voice that turns me on. He’s jealous.
“Myself.”
“The hell you are. If you want to go somewhere I'll take you, but like hell are you going anywhere that I'm not. I should have tied you down years ago when I first walked into that meeting room and saw your perfect face,” he barks out. Then he calms himself down, looking me in the eyes. “Lillian, I'm so in love with you.”
“I love you too, Nick,” I sob out, tears sliding down my face.
“Baby, why are you crying?”
“I'm sorry. I just waited so long, hoping that you'd see me for something more than just a client.”
“I'm sorry, sweetie. You’ve been more than a client to me this whole time. We’ve lost so much time together. I wished I acted on it. It killed me to avoid asking questions about your life and digging deeper into your soul every time we crossed paths. I wanted to make love to you on that conference table. You know I'm not letting you go.”
“I've already paid for the trip.”
“I mean I'm not letting you go from me ever. You're mine, Lillian.”
“Please don't ever let me go.” He smiles down at me, then his mouth closes around mine. A sigh of pleasure escapes my throat. I thrust my hands into his hair, deepening our kiss and hoping for more.
“Nick, I have to ask you something,” I blurt out before I lose my nerve. I know this answer can destroy me, but I have to know. He’s admitted to loving me, but that means something different to everyone.
“Anything, baby.”
“Um…have there been a lot of women since we met?” I stutter out.
He turns that thousand-watt smile on me, brushing a few stray hairs behind my ear. “That’s easy, baby. There's been no one else. Ever.”
“Like what, you haven't dated?”
“Sweetheart, I was a twenty-six-year-old virgin,” he says.
I cock my brow at him, challenging him. “I can't believe that.”
“Why not? You're a twenty-three-year-old virgin?”
I bump my hips up. “Was,” I answer with a giggle.
He shakes his head and smirks, kissing my forehead. “I suppose that’s true. Honestly, when I was a teenager I had a girlfriend, but we never made it all the way because I was too inexperienced for her. I found out that she wanted to meet a bestselling author we had under contract. When I told her that I never met the guy, she split. It bruised my ego and, well, soured me on dating.”
“Well, I’m glad she missed out.” He gets up and pulls me into his arms.
“Me, too, Lillian. I’m all yours. Now let’s go shower.”
Chapter Seven
Nick
“Where are you supposed to go on your vacation?” I ask while sending Ian a text. He’s an asshole and he should know it. But I’m glad that I took the bait. I wouldn’t be standing in her bedroom with my happy trail showing.
“To Miami. I’m scheduled to leave tomorrow,” she answers.
I look up from my phone and see her stepping into the shower. I groan because she’s so sexy. I want her again, but I’m not letting her go to a Miami beach without me. That’s just not going to happen
“Shit, okay. Let’s change your flight to two days from now. Then we’ll go together. I can’t get everything organized by tomorrow.” I kick off my shoes and drop my clothes to the floor, stepping out of them and walking into the shower. It’s a little small, just like her apartment, but that’s good—it means we’ll have to be close together. I slide in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder blade. I want her again, but she’s got to be sore as fuck. My dick definitely is feeling the pain of her tight womb. It hits me that we didn’t use any protection. Not that I want her on it anyway. We’ve had three years to wait for a baby. Now is as good a time as ever.
“Lillian, are you on any birth control?” I ask.
She’s a virgin, so probably not. She gasps and tenses up, and I know my answer. “I can’t believe we did it without anything.”
“I don’t care that we had sex without birth control. I want you to have all the babies I can put in you,” I say, kissing her neck.
“But…” she stammers, attempting to argue.
“Don’t start, Lillian,” I whisper, continuing my assault on her senses. “I want you to have my babies, and we’ve got three years to make up for.” I go back to tasting her pulse. She moans, effectively ending our conversation and tilting her head to give me more access. The spray of the shower pours over us. It’s enough for me to want to take her again. I lift her leg and hold it up while she stretches her arm to the wall for support. I line up my cock, rubbing her entrance before pushing in from behind. We’re the perfect fit. I fuck into her unprotected womb and it’s not long before I hear her orgasm come. I join her, nearly slipping in the stall when I thrust in the last jets of cum.
After a quick wash, I step out first, then help her. We dry off in the bedroom, dropping the towels and falling into bed. “We should talk,” I bring up.
“In the morning,” she responds with a sigh, tucking her head onto my chest. I steal my arms around her and fall asleep holding the only woman I’ll ever love.
My phone buzzes just as I’m drifting off, and I reach over to pick it up. “Congratulations, fucktard.”
“And this is why I’m the editor,” I text back, turning off my phone for the night. I’ve no intention of being interrupted with her in my arms.
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The next morning, I have ten messages from my mother and brother. There’s a wedding to be happening in a week. Charlotte and Ian are getting hitched. Apparently, my future sister-in-law is knocked up. God, the thought of getting Lillian pregnant crosses my mind many times over. I want her to have my babies. I’ve wanted that for years. Depending on how long she planned on going on vacation, we might have to rearrange it for more than two days from now. She may not be happy about it, but she works from home and since the only people she ever has to answer to is my company, I don’t have any complaints on her going in a week.
“Good morning, handsome,” she says, coming into the kitchen in a long tee and panties. If I didn’t have to leave, she’d be taking every inch of me over the sink. I hand her a cup of coffee because I’ve already had two. I also washed and dried my soaked clothes last night after she fell asleep so I would have something to wear back home. I couldn’t do that with my suit coat because it needs to be dry cleaned, but that isn’t important at the moment.
“Good morning, beautiful. I’m sorry, but I have to go and get some clothes. Do you want to go do something today?”
“No, I’d rather just lay in bed. It’s going to storm all day.” I look out the window and she’s right. It’s Saturday, so I guess I don’t really need to go.
“You know, you’re right. I’ll just chill here for the day. Besides, there’s something I have to talk to you about.” I kiss her, and all talking is over. I can’t wait to live like this with her forever.
Chapter Eight
Lillian
We postpone the trip because we learn that Ian's getting married by the end of the week. I wish it was me and Nick getting married, but I'll have to wait longer. I know that he wants to marry me. And Mrs. Knight’s encouraging words that day were cloaked in the fact that she knew about Nick’s feeli
ngs for me.
The past few days have been wonderful. I’m looking at the world in a new light. While he's at work, I'm writing the day away. It’s come to the point that I don’t even hear him come in. I managed to get in almost half my novel in three days. That's truly insane, and I love it. This overwhelming feeling of happiness has changed me. I love him; it's something I can't even explain.
I arrive at the Hot Spot Café to have lunch with Mrs. Knight and Ian's fiancée, Charlotte. I don’t know her at all, but I like her. She was working at the law firm that Knight Publishing uses. Their story is fate if I ever heard one, but that’s for another day.
Mrs. Knight greets me with a genuine smile and hug. We sit down and start talking dresses. “I haven't really decided what I'm wearing,” I say.
Charlotte, who's absolutely stunning and about four months pregnant with their baby, says, “Lillian, what kind of wedding do you want to have one day? You know, when Nick gets off his ass and asks.”
I smile and duck my head. It took him three years to make a move. I might have to wait a couple of more. But I answer her with my heart. I don’t have friends, so I don’t know how to hold back. “I don't know. It's not something I've ever considered. The only thing I've ever thought about was the groom. Truthfully, as long as I marry Nick, I don't care if it's in a courthouse or an elaborate setup with hundreds of guests. I don't have any friends or family to invite, so really Nick is all that matters.”
“That's very good to know,” his mother utters. “It'll make things a lot easier to plan before you go on your vacation, or rather, should I say honeymoon.”
I shake my head. “Nick and I aren’t getting married.”
I hear a low growl behind me. “Yes, we are.”
I spin around and see Nick down on one knee. “Lillian, I've loved you for so long and wasted so much time that I don't want to waste any more. Will you marry me?” His hand is shaking as if this is scaring him. He should know I’m a done deal.
