I chuckle, leaning forward and kissing my husband. Hayden trails his lips along my neck, taking advantage of the strapless build of the dress to leave burning lines of passion on my skin. I gasp, then giggle as I straddle his waist. I feel the thick bulge of his cock through his pants and my hips take over. I rub my panty-covered pussy over him, heat and wetness quickly soaking the thin silk. The limo suddenly jerks, and I stop, laughing and giggling in terror and heat. “What are we doing?”
Hayden doesn’t stop, reaching down to pull one of the cups of my gown down and capture my nipple, making me gasp. He nibbles and sucks strongly, overpowering any resistance I have. Letting go of my nipple, Hayden reaches between my legs, tugging my panties to the side while growling in my ear, “I can’t wait to be inside my beautiful wife.”
His deep need wipes away the last traces of hesitation inside me, and I kiss him fiercely, lifting my hips to let Hayden undo his pants. Just as I feel the head of his cock press against my aching pussy lips, there’s a knock on the divider screen, and McKayla’s voice comes over the intercom. “Hey, guys, not to interrupt, but we’re gonna be at the reception soon. How long should I tell the photographer to wait? He’s ranting on the phone about missing the sunset for your pics. So finish up. You’ve got five minutes after we get there before I snatch the keys from the driver and I’m coming in.”
I hear the intercom click off and I giggle as Hayden looks at me. Thankfully, we’re both so close. “Five minutes?”
“And traffic,” Hayden reminds me. He pulls me down, filling me with one long thrust until he’s balls-deep and my eyes are rolling back in my head. “I can work with that.”
“You’d better not leave me hanging,” I warn him as I squeeze my pussy around his cock. “Your honeymoon is not going to be pleasant if you do.”
“I promise,” he says as he lifts me up and starts thrusting. “You’re gonna scream my name.”
There’s no time for slow strokes or tenderness, but we don’t need it. That’ll come tonight after we get to the hotel on the way to our honeymoon. This is about animal need, and Hayden’s cock hammers deep inside me with powerful strokes. I ride him like a bucking bronco, bracing my hands against the roof of the limo to prevent knocking myself dizzy.
It’s naughty, sexy, and arousing as hell, looking down into my husband’s eyes while wearing my wedding dress and feeling his cock rubbing deep inside me. My clit rubs against the inner lining of my skirt as I roll my hips faster and harder, both of us gasping. “Fuck me, Hayden . . . oh, fuck, baby, it’s so fucking good.”
Dimly, in the one percent of my mind that isn’t obsessed with being fucked silly, I’m aware of the limo coming to a stop, but it doesn’t matter. I’m so close, my fingers are clawing at the roof I so need the release. Hayden is gasping too, grunting like a wild animal as he pumps his cock up into me hard as he can. “Not much longer . . .”
I scream, the trembles starting in the balls of my feet before rolling up my legs and through my spine before everything drops like an elevator with no brakes. I come, the explosion ripping from the very center of my body to rocket up my chest, through my swelling heart to pour out of my mouth in one long, single word. “Hayden!”
Hayden growls my name one last time before he plunges himself all the way inside me and I feel his seed fill me. We’ve been ‘unsafe’ for a while now, but this time feels different, maybe because we’re man and wife. The power of our orgasms seem to be a testament to the bond between us and the power of what we have overcome.
I gasp, sweat running down my face as I look into Hayden’s eyes. There’s another knock on the divider, and it’s McKayla again. “Well?”
“One minute,” Hayden says with a laugh. “We’re coming!” The intercom clicks off, and he laughs before looking up at me. “Well, I kept my promise.”
I lean forward, kissing his lips lightly. “That you did. Now, let’s go take some pictures.”
We adjust our clothing as best we can and get out of the limo. As we open the door, Brad tsks us, looking me up and down. “Damn, girl, you are gonna look freshly fucked in your wedding pics. Let me touch up your lipstick at least. And you, go wash the shine off the front of your damn tux. I can’t trust my hands around that area.”
I grin, not giving a shit about the pics as long as Hayden is in them with me. “Okay, okay, we’ll behave.”
Hayden grins, adjusting his tux jacket. “For now.”
Epilogue
Emily - 18 Months Later
I glance at the clock, seeing that it’s nearly six thirty, but I’m not worried. Gina’s father gave me a call before lunch, and he’ll be here soon. I just wish he’d hurry up. I love my work, but tonight’s special.
“Mrs. Bishop?” Gina asks me as I click Save on the last file I’m doing today. “When are you coming back?”
I look down at my belly, rubbing the swelling bulge underneath my t-shirt, and smile. “Don’t worry, I plan on still coming to school. But I’m going to have to take it easy for a while. You don’t know how hard it is keeping up with you and twenty of your classmates.”
Gina, who just turned eight and is an only child, has shown a massive amount of fascination with my pregnancy. More than once, she’s come up during breaks in class to touch my belly. “But you’ve got months before the baby comes. My mommy said it’s not coming until Christmas break.”
“True,” I admit, “but the doctor told me that it’d be better if I kept to just doing administrative work. I’m sure Miss Richards will do a great job of teaching you guys. She taught elementary school for five years before coming here.”
She nods and goes back to her homework. Starting a private school has been the challenge of my lifetime, and it would have been impossible without the help of my friends in town. Whether it was the generous contribution from my wealthy former employers or the support from my friend Cassie and her husband Caleb that helped me refurbish the old building near the university to bring it up to code, Blue Water Academy was just a pipe dream without their help.
And Hayden. My beloved husband has used his own rising fame to bring in support. You’d be shocked at the amount of cookies you can sell at a bake sale when you have a man as good-looking as him pitching them. With him using his fame to only take big-money modeling contracts, he’s home more than most husbands. In the past year, he’s been away from home only three weeks total. Hard, but when I consider that we get to spend twenty-four hours a day together the other forty-nine weeks . . . I’ll take it.
“Mrs. Bishop?” Gina asks again, interrupting my thoughts as I look around the room. We’ve got four classrooms now, a kindergarten and three rooms divided into two-year combined classes. With a small gym, a bus, and a big playground in the back, we’re already looking at having to expand in the next two years to deal with the number of applications we’re getting.
“Yes, Gina?” I reply, turning away from the class picture on the wall. “Are you getting hungry?”
“A little,” she admits, “but I had a question. Mommy says you are Cinderella. What does she mean? You don’t have a pumpkin carriage.”
I laugh softly. I guess the title does fit, in a certain way. “Your mommy is just saying that she thinks I’m lucky to have found my husband. I’ll let you in on a secret . . . I think your mommy’s right.”
There’s a knock on the classroom door and I look to see Gina’s father on the security monitor. She sees, too, and goes to the back, getting her backpack. “See you later, Mrs. Bishop.”
“Have a good weekend, Gina,” I reply, walking her to the door. Opening the door, I see Gina give her father a big hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks for the call earlier, Mr. Farnham.”
Her father shakes his head, smiling. “Thank you for being so helpful, Emily. I’m sorry mine and my wife’s jobs make us late sometimes, but I know my little girl is safe while she’s here.”
“How is Dr. Farnham anyway?” I ask. “Working night shift?”
“Life of an ER
doc,” he says with a shrug. “She’ll be off second shift in three weeks and back to days. Speaking of the hospital, you make sure you take care of that little one inside you. Have you found out if it’s a boy or a girl yet?”
I shake my head, knowing that there’s a betting pool going around the school and among the PTA for whether I have a boy or a girl and the delivery date. “Nope, not yet. I’m hoping for a girl, and Hayden wants a boy. What can you say?”
“You can say that I’m a monster daddy who wants a little boy who’ll play for the Yankees,” a low, amused voice says from behind Mr. Farnham. I can’t help but grin as Hayden steps forward from the parking lot. I hadn’t expected him back until tomorrow.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I step out, hugging him as Gina and her father wave their goodbyes. I feel that stomach-dropping thrill just like I always do as he picks me up and carries me back inside the classroom. “How’d the shoot for Diesel go?”
“Smooth as silk,” Hayden says, kissing my neck. “All I had to do was think of you, and they said I had the ‘male sex gaze’ down to a science. And everyone’s cool with the fact that I’m not doing shoots for the next six months. I’m gonna be a stay-at-home Daddy for the foreseeable future.”
Hayden’s lips trail down my neck to suck and nip just below my jaw, sending thrills through my body. “Hey . . .” I half moan, stepping back. “Isn’t this against school rules?”
Hayden gives me a naughty smile and turns around, locking the classroom door. “Yeah,” he growls, picking up a jar of red tempera paint that we use for art projects. “Here we go.”
“What are you doing?” I giggle as Hayden picks up a paintbrush, his eyes sparkling as he looks at me. “Oh, hell, no. Hayden Bishop, I swear, if you—”
Hayden stops and pulls his shirt open, exposing his chiseled torso. I know it’s stupid, and he can turn me on with a glance anytime, but when Hayden has to get a little more ripped for a photo shoot for the ‘stud’ fashion lines . . . yeah, I got pregnant after a particularly active weekend when he was prepping for a photo shoot for Under Armour.
Now, I just watch in horny fascination as he whips his shirt off and takes the top off the paint, dipping the brush in before painting a line down his chest. I follow it down from the swell of his pecs and down over the washboard of his abs before he stops as he hits his belt. “Well, teacher? You want to help me with my art project?”
To hell with it. There’s a few benefits to being one of the co-owners and administrative staff of the school, and that includes being able to break the rules when I want. I reach for the buttons on my blouse, biting my lip as my heart speeds up and the familiar but always delicious tingle starts between my legs and around my nipples. “I was thinking,” I reply as I reach the swell of my belly, “that maybe we could make this a partner project?”
Hayden lets out an aroused growl as I finish unbuttoning my blouse and slide it from my shoulders to drop to the floor. “I think I want to paint you now.”
I smile and reach between my breasts to the clasp of my bra. “Just one thing . . . nothing on the tender parts. They say that stuff’s non-toxic, but I don’t want to lick paint off your cock.”
Hayden grins and dips the brush into the paint again. “So we have some fun painting, then we go home and—”
“And have fun washing it all off,” I agree, unhooking my bra. “Think of it as your homework.”
Hayden steps forward, his voice lowering to a sexy growl. “I love school.”
So do I.
Have you read all the current books in this series?
Book 1: Anaconda (Brianna & Gavin)
Book 2: Mr. Fiance (Mindy & Oliver)
Book 3: Heartstopper (Roxy & Jake)
Book 4: Stud Muffin (Hannah & Tony)
Book 5: Mr. Fixit (Cassie & Caleb)
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Excerpt: Mr. Fixit
By Lauren Landish
Chapter 9 - Caleb
We walk outside and decide to take my truck to grab dinner. I open the door for her, because my mom raised me right, and then close her in before heading to the driver side. I open up, but as I do, the wind shifts, and I realize I’ve forgotten something. Reaching into my back bench, I grab my little ‘clean bag’ and unzip it. “At least let me put on a clean shirt.”
“Great, I’m going to dinner with Sasquatch,” Cassie jokes. “You know, I’ve got some perfume in my purse, if you want.”
“Not in a million years,” I say, reaching behind my neck and pulling my tee over my head. I use it to do a little wipe down over my abs and back, and then I do my pits last before grabbing a small bottle of hand sanitizer, rubbing it up my forearms and over my hands. I look up and realize that Cassie is staring at me, jaw hanging wide open. “See something you like?”
Cassie shakes herself, seemingly mentally and physically, and grabs my shirt, tossing it at my face. “You wish. Just daydreaming about the house. Now drive!”
I let her off the hook because she wasn’t thinking about the house. She was thinking about me. I could see it in her eyes. It makes me smile, even if I know she doesn’t really mean anything by it. We’ve been friends for a while now, to the point where we once went on a double date. That was a disaster, though, because my date instantly got jealous of my jokes with Cassie and didn’t get that we just tease each other like that. But seriously, it’s not a big deal. Slipping my clean shirt on, I throw the sweaty one at her as I climb into the truck. She squeals, as expected, and threatens to throw it out her window before tossing it behind her into the back.
“The usual?” I ask as I crank the engine. The music starts up, and Cassie nods in approval as Disturbed comes on. It’s another thing that I like about Cassie. We both like a lot of different kinds of music so it’s easy to find something we both enjoy. She can appreciate good rock, and I’ve even seen her humming along the few times she’s heard country in my truck.
“As if there’s any question. Now floor it. I’m getting hungry!” And with that, we head off to her favorite burger joint, a converted train boxcar with outdoor seating that’s about halfway back to town called The Little Diner That Could. Cheesy name, and thankfully, even cheesier burgers. As we pull up out front, she clucks her tongue. “You realize it’s been awhile since we’ve hit this place up?”
“You’re the one burning the midnight oil on work stuff,” I tease.
“And you’re the one getting hit on by women old enough to be your mom with cookies and milk,” she says, and I swear I’m going to kill Mindy or Oliver. How many other people know about my customers doing that?
“Actually, recently, it’s been lemonade.”
“Lemonade and chocolate chip cookies? Revolting!”
“Peanut butter,” I protest, grimacing. Yeah, chocolate and lemonade are not a good mix at all. “Come on, let’s eat.”
I’m glad Cassie likes her burgers because I’m fucking starving. She can put away a burger almost as fast as I can. Her only bad habit is that she dips her fries in a chocolate milkshake. Disgusting, but it’s her favorite so I just don’t watch.
Walking into the diner, we grab our usual table in the corner where the breeze is at its strongest and wave at the waitress. A few minutes later, as we pick up our big, juicy burgers, I pause, holding it up like a drink. “And a toast—to Miss Cassie White . . . on a deal closed, on a project to be completed, on a first gig all to herself. You’re gonna kill it!”
“And to my grunting caveman, whom I
know I’m going to bug the shit out of as I get the place redone,” Cassie says, raising her burger. We bump burgers in a slight mash of bacon, cheese, bread, and beef, but that’s us. So what if it’s not champagne? I ain’t a champagne kinda guy. Burger toasts seem just about right for us.
“So, what do you think?” Cassie says before she takes a huge bite of her burger. She’s somehow able to fit more food in her mouth than a girl her size should even attempt.
“Your manners are still horrible,” I tease, taking advantage of the fact that she’s got so much food in her mouth she can neither blow a raspberry nor stick her tongue out at me. “If you mean the house, I think I know some ways to shave a little off the repair bill.”
“Really?” Cassie half mumbles before swallowing. “Caleb, I appreciate that, but I don’t want to shortchange the house.”
“It’s not shortchanging,” I say around a half mouthful of my own burger. “But there are still ways we can get better profits without hurting the renovations. I was thinking . . . you mentioned in your spiel this morning that the place will probably need new appliances, right?”
“Yeah,” Cassie says, dipping a fry and noshing on it open-mouthed, smiling. If her lips weren’t so damn cute, I’d be upset. As it is, I’m still disturbed. “What, you know a guy who knows a guy?”
“Actually, we both know the guy,” I tell her. “I had to pull a water heater from one of Oliver’s properties two weeks ago. Nothing wrong with the thing. It was brand new when the old owners sold the property, but it just wasn’t big enough for a duplex. Oliver had me yank it, and I’ve got it at my place, waiting for the scrap guy. But . . .”
“Caleb, you keep this up and I’m gonna kiss you,” Cassie says before blushing. “I mean, I’ll let you give me a back massage.”
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