When wrong feels so right

by Mia Ford

  It was different making love to her as my fiancée. She was always good, and I’d loved her from the beginning, but it felt so complete with the rings on her fingers. I loved the idea of them sparkling as she clutched my back to pull me deep inside of her. I liked the idea of other men seeing my beautiful fiancée and knowing that she was taken though word got around. I was well known in business and the media kept up with me a bit, so there were pictures of us in the paper when we were seen together and after the engagement.

  I knew that there were some women that might be upset. My casual flings were sometimes with women looking for a handout. I didn’t advertise who I was, but gold diggers kept their eyes open for opportunities. When I had Ella and became single again, I heard that there were others hoping for the same accident. I was so glad that it never happened. I was so in love with my life and I shifted on my feet.

  The piano music started, some song that Riley picked. It was pretty, but I wasn’t familiar with it. I watched as Mom and Carli walked down the aisle together, smiling at me. I nodded at them as Mom sat down and Carli came to stand by my side, touching my arm gently. I swallowed and watched as my beautiful daughter walked down the aisle, dropping the white rose petals over the dark ones. She was so much bigger now and getting smarter every fucking day. Ella blew my mind sometimes and watching her and Riley together was incredible. They loved each other to no end, and I loved the two of them more than anything else in my life. Ella smiled at me as she stood where Riley would soon be with Emery, staring down the aisle as the strains of a harp began to play.

  I looked up, meeting her eyes. She was in a flowing white dress with her hair curled in soft, loose ringlets that hung down her back. She had a crown of white and purple flowers in her hair and she looked stunning. I parted my lips and locked eyes with her, thanking God that this woman came into my life. She walked with her sister, clutching her arm as I watched her eyes fill with tears. They made their way towards me, taking what felt like forever when it seemed like our time together moved so fast as I looked back.

  There was laughter and love… lots of love. That had been a big part of the beginning and still was, but I knew that I was falling in love with her from the first kiss. I got to make memories with her and Ella and our new combined family. I found everything that I’d been looking for, unaware that it was there for me after my disaster of a marriage with Brenda.

  I watched as Emery stepped to the side to stand with Ella, taking Riley’s flowers. Riley turned towards me and her smile was brilliant as I gazed into her beautiful face. I had a friend officiating, and he cleared his throat after a moment of us staring at each other. It was brief, and we wrote our own vows. They described the intensity of our relationship as well as how much we meant to each other. They were perfect. I watched as she slid the band on my left ring finger and cried as I put her diamond band on her finger, matching the engagement ring.

  We kissed as the crowd cheered and clapped for us, making us laugh in the middle. I promised her a better kiss later before I kissed her cheek and we turned to face the guests. We each took one of Ella’s hands as we walked up the aisle towards the reception area, smiling at each other.

  After the great party full of good food and dancing, I led Riley to the limo that was waiting for us at the curb. Ella was safe with family for the weekend and we had the honeymoon suite with an ocean view in Carlsbad. Our bags were already inside, and I turned to wave with her, slipping my arm around my wife.

  We got inside the car carefully, her watching the dress. I slipped my tie off as I moved in beside her and waved one more time. Riley watched me with hunger in her eyes and I twirled it around my hands as I licked my lips. We’d experimented with being bound and loved it and I picked out the tie with that in mind. The car pulled away, and I pulled her against me for a long kiss, deepening it away from all the curious eyes. I’d managed to sneak a few throughout the night but now our tongues danced together. We made out like teenagers for the drive, entering the lobby of the hotel to check in as people stared our way. Our bags were brought up to the room, and I took her hand and led her to the elevators.

  She leaned against the glass as we began to move up, staring into my eyes.

  “Hello, Mrs. Jameson.” That had a great ring to it and she smiled up at me. The car stopped, and she looked forward as the doors opened. I led her to one of the two doors and unlocked it with the card, pushing it open as I watched her face. The room was gorgeous with a luxurious couch and kitchen in the living area. It opened to a large balcony that had a fire pit, comfortable chaises, and an amazing view of the water. I had them set out flowers that matched what she carried on our wedding and candles were lit just before our arrival.

  Riley gasped and turned towards me as I captured her in a long kiss. Our lips crashed, and she moaned as I wrapped my arms around her waist. We heard a knock at the door and I pulled away reluctantly to let the guys in with our bags, getting apologetic looks from them when they realized they interrupted us.

  Once the door was closed, Riley looked around again. She peered into the bedroom to see the massive king-sized bed covered in rose petals with vases and candles placed around, offering another balcony.

  “This is amazing, Mr. Jameson,” she told me, kicking off her flats and walking over to me.

  “We won’t be leaving the room at all,” I assured her before I kissed her again. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me, tilting her head to deepen it as I groaned. I’d been thinking about this all day since she chose to stay at Emery’s the night before the wedding. I missed her more than I ever thought possible.

  Riley kissed me harder, and I pushed her up against the wall. I wanted to rip this dress from her body, but I knew what she paid for it and resisted it, gripping her hips tightly. Riley pulled away with a smile and told me to unzip her but not to look too closely, making me frown. I complied, and she walked into the bedroom as she looked back, telling me to give her a minute. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it loose from my pants, dropping the tie over my shoulder.

  I grabbed a chilled bottle of champagne as she called my name and went in, wondering what I would see. I glanced forward at the bed, seeing Riley dressed in a purple bra and underwear set with white garters to match the colors of the wedding. My mouth dropped open, and she smiled at me from the bed as she parted her legs for me.

  “So fucking beautiful.” I slipped my shirt off as I walked towards her, loosening my pants. I was only wearing boxer briefs when I crawled over her to kiss her, stroking her body with one hand. Riley whimpered as I pressed my lips to hers one more time before moving down her throat.

  “I love you, Nathan.” She told me as I sucked her skin between my teeth, seeing her nipples harden through the material of the bra. I kissed her again before I moved my hand between her breasts, opening the clasp and cupping her in my hands.

  “These are mine,” I growled as she arched her back offering me more.

  “Yes. Yours.” She whimpered as I leaned down to take one of her peaks between my lips.

  “I am going to worship you for the rest of your life,” I promised as my hand skimmed down her body, snapping a garter as she jumped. She was leaving those on if I had to rip her underwear from her body.

  “You’re such a brat,” she murmured as I teased her other breast, feeling how wet she was through the silk between her legs. I kissed down her stomach and spread her legs as I tested the material, finding that they pulled apart easily for easy access. She knew me too well. I grinned at her and leaned in to taste her, taking my wife’s juices into my mouth. She moaned and dropped her head back as I licked, feeling her thighs slick with her heat. The first time she came, it was on my tongue and the second my fingers as I slid them inside of her.

  When I was positioned in front of her, I stared into her eyes. She looked dazed and happy and I kissed her softly.

  “This might change things.” We’d agreed that she was going to stop taking the pill and we would try for a bab
y. I was ready now and had been since I met her.

  “Ella will be a great big sister,” Riley murmured as I smiled.

  “You’ll be a great mom to my kids,” I assured her before I looked down to watch our bodies join. This was a new beginning for me and I groaned as she wrapped around my cock. I pulled back and thrust inside of her, ready to fill her with my seed and give her my child.

  The One Who Got Away

  Blurb

  Five years ago, I gave myself to him.

  Now he's back to claim me.

  My family hates him, but I don't care.

  This time, he's not getting away.

  I never should have slept with Leah.

  She was hot, she was begging for it...

  She was my best friend's little sister.

  If he finds out he'll destroy me,

  But Leah's worth destruction.

  I still remember her curves, her kisses...

  The way her body melted against mine.

  One taste just wasn't enough. I want more.

  Her family thinks I'm a spoiled rich boy who likes to play with motorcycles.

  All I want to play with is Leah.

  She thinks I don't know about the child she's carrying inside her.

  But I know everything, and I protect what's mine.

  I'll prove to her and everyone else that this time,

  I'm playing for keeps.

  Chapter One – Leah

  “Leah Hawkin!” my brother, Brandon, yells up the stairs in his over the top, protective tone. “I cannot believe that you’ve just come in the house and dropped all your stuff on the stairs. Are you eight years old again?”

  I roll my eyes in frustration, but I try my hardest not to let my anger burst out at his parental style demands. Ever since our father passed away just after my tenth birthday, six years ago, he stepped into the man of the house role. He was almost twelve years old back then, but he was mature for his age, and Mom fell apart so I guess someone had to do it. I was young, I was wrapped up in my own upset after that drunk driver hit him as he walked home from school, so I didn’t notice how bad things had gotten. It’s only now that I’m older now and can understand.

  Mom is better now. She’s got it together a little more, but she works two jobs to keep a roof over our heads. The money that we got from Dad’s life insurance didn’t last long so she has to do a lot to keep us all going. I am grateful to her and I appreciate all that she does… but there’s a big part of me that wishes she was around more. But this is why Brandon feels like he has to be so commanding. He wants to take the strain off of Mom.

  “Sorry,” I yell back. “I’ll be down in a moment, I just had to race to the bathroom. I’ll get it all in a moment.”

  “Well, make it quick because Zane is coming over soon. Make it nice before then, alright?”

  My heart immediately stops in my chest as I hear the name Zane. That’s the only word in the world that makes my knees knock together and my whole body jellifies. Everything about my brother’s best friend is incredible. He’s smoking hot; tall, dark, and strikingly handsome. He has black hair that hangs into his piercing green eyes, muscles that ripple up and down his body, and chiselled cheek bones that could cut glass. He’s tall, probably over six foot, and he has the sexiest tattoos all over his body. He has a bad boy look that really turns me on, and when he’s on his motorcycle… my God, I can literally feel myself fall apart. That bike features in all my fantasies.

  The thing that I like best about him is although he looks like a bad boy, I know that he isn’t. He might look like the sort of guy that you wouldn’t ever want to bring home to meet your parents, but he isn’t really like that. He’s got a heart of gold, a kind soul that would help out anyone, a funny, sparkling personality that only makes him even more attractive to me. He’s the man I could quite easily fall in love with, given half the chance.

  It’s just a shame that I have so many obstacles in my way. I’m shy and quiet, that’s a big part of it. Even though I’ve known Zane for most of my life, as soon as the attraction started to bloom in my stomach, I began to find it hard to talk to him. I become a tongue tied blubbering mess around him. Because of this shyness, I am completely inexperienced. At sixteen years of age, I haven’t ever even been kissed, which I’m acutely aware of. I know for a fact that an endless stream of girls throw themselves at Zane, and why wouldn’t they? He’s definitely been kissed and I’m sure there would be more than just kisses. I wouldn’t be his first… which I suppose is a good thing because I know he’ll be able to set my body alight, I worry that I won’t be good enough for him. I don’t know what I have to offer.

  But that isn’t everything. There’s more. Brandon is actually my main issue. He really has stepped into the father role and probably the mother role too. He is dead against me dating anyone, and I know for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to allow me to date Zane. There’s no way he would see that as a good match. If anything were to happen between me and Zane we would lose him forever. I know for a fact that Zane wouldn’t want to lose his best friend and I cannot hurt my brother either. He’s done absolutely everything for me.

  I glance at my reflection in the mirror and rip off the sweater that I wore to school. I might not want to do anything real but I can’t stop the desire to make myself look good in front of Zane, even if it’s just for my fantasies. It’s easier to picture myself pouncing on him and devouring him when I’m in my bed alone in the dead of night if I’m wearing a spaghetti strap vest top than a thick sweater. I might find it hard to speak to Zane, but that doesn’t mean I have to completely hide myself away from him. It’s only for a bit of fun.

  I pout at my reflection, brushing my ash blonde hair off my face. I think I’m a bit plain looking really, I don’t have the dramatic curves or the massive cleavage that Sally or any of the other cheerleaders have, but I don’t think I’m terrible either. If you look really closely, I have a nice mouth, bee stung lips, and my wide brown eyes are sweet too. If I knew how to make the most of myself, maybe I would be seen as attractive…

  “Leah, come on!” Brandon shouts, clearly getting impatient now. “I can’t do everything, can I?”

  He’ll be gone soon, I remind myself with a deep sigh. This is his final year of high school. He’ll be in college soon… then everything will be up to me. I can tidy up as and when I like, it’ll be easier then.

  I thunder down the stairs, grabbing my belongings as I go. My coat, my school bag, my books, my shoes. I guess I have made a mess really, I can’t be too mad. I shove everything away exactly where it’s supposed to go and join my brother in the kitchen. He’s leaning over the cooker, making us something that smells delicious.

  “Is Mom working at the bar tonight?” I ask him casually. “I thought this was her night off?”

  “She swapped a shift. I think Tina needs tonight off for her kid’s parent teacher conference.”

  I nod slowly, but my eyes are already focused on the window, searching for Zane. I don’t know why I bother really. I’ll be able to hear the rumble of his bike engine long before I see him. Mmm, that bike…

  “How are things at school?” Brandon asks me quietly. “Have those girls started leaving you alone?”

  I sink my eyes to the ground, not wanting to get involved in this conversation. I never would have confided in Brandon about the trouble I had a few weeks back with some of the popular crowd because I know how much he worries. I make myself a target by being so shut off anyway, but he was watching out for me, like he always is.

  “Things are fine,” I reply tightly. “It’s all blown over now, they’ve moved onto someone else.”

  Brandon spins around and he gives me an intense look. He knows as well as I do that I would keep it to myself anyway, but I am being honest this time. Ever since he warned them off me, they’ve been leaving me alone. My brother and Zane are considered the most desirable guys in school; one of them a good guy and one of them a bad one to suit all tastes, so any gi
rls would do anything he says. I hardly think they know I’m his sister.

  “Okay, well keep me involved,” he finally declares. “You know I want to look after you.”

  Oh my God… my heart leaps into my chest, I can hear it. That delicious grumbling sound. He’s coming, Zane is finally here. Instantly I straighten my face and my back, trying to position myself at my most attractive angle, whatever that might be. I don’t know enough about my body to understand my best angles. Maybe I should spend more time looking in the mirror to study myself. That must be what other people do…

  “Are you alright?” I suddenly spot Brandon giving me an odd look. “You look… strange.”

  Honestly, it’s a miracle that he hasn’t picked up on my feelings yet. I really don’t know how that’s happened. To me, it seems impossible that Brandon wouldn’t notice what a freak I become, but I suppose he doesn’t want to know. Maybe it’s much easier for him to live in a pit of denial than to face what’s right in front of him.

  “I’m fine, just…” I cough awkwardly, since I don’t actually have an answer. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  Zane walks through the door without even knocking. He’s here so much that he’s almost part of the furniture. I wonder if that’ll change when Brandon goes off to college, I hope he still comes around every now and again. Zane doesn’t seem like he’s got any college ambitions so I’m sure he’ll stick around here. From what I’ve overheard, he wants to work with motorcycles, so he doesn’t need to go anywhere for that.