Hale to Pay (Arrangement Series Book 6)

by Francesca Penn

  Wyn raises a brow with a challenge but presses forward in one deep stroke. I suck in my breath at the discomfort of being stretched to capacity for the first time ever, but Wyn’s slow strokes begin to warm me up until I forget I was a virgin and begin to claw at him and beg for more.

  “Oh, Wyn,” I moan. “Harder.”

  He grabs my chin hard and my eyes fly open to connect with his.

  “Is that what you want?” he asks in a way that confirms this pace and intensity is killing him.

  “Do what needs to be done.”

  Smiling, Wyn withdraws and re-enters harder and harder until he finds my threshold. I undulate my hips to meet his thrusts, loving the feel of our damp bodies sliding against each other.

  Wyn drops his forehead to mine, his body tight from delaying his release.

  “Fuck, Imala. You feel so good. You’re perfect for me.” He laces his fingers through mine and pin them next to my head. “I have so much I want to teach you.”

  I steal a kiss as I lock my legs around his waist. “And you know how I feel about learning.”

  Watching Wyn cum is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever experienced.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Imala

  It’s the dawn of the realization that I’m no longer a virgin. The rising sun awakens me, and I stare out into the room, realizing that one of the things that differentiated me from scores of women my age is gone. But I don’t feel the regret some have after doing the do. I now understand why it’s so hard to pin down Karessa for a lunch date. I know first-hand what she’s doing.

  I’ve now joined the horny masses and I can’t find a fuck to give. I reach behind me and my hand lands on my husband’s morning wood. Huh. Husband. That’s kind of fun to say.

  “Not now, Caterpillar. We have to get downstairs.”

  “Oh man! Just put the tip in.”

  His morning chuckle is sexy. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line? Let’s get through our bon voyage brunch and I’ll put more than the tip in. And good morning.”

  Damn, he makes me tingle.

  Wyn uses his body weight to force me on my belly. His fingers glide up my spine and his erection pokes against my lower back. I try not to move in case he’s changed his mind, but he places a soft kiss at my nape and climbs off the bed. He chuckles when I groan.

  “Trust me, at some point during our honeymoon you’re going to beg me to stop.”

  I blow a raspberry because I doubt it, but he disappears in the bathroom. Stretching, I opt to get ready because I want more of the new stuff. Breakfast is overrated. My phone lights up and vibrates. I’m not surprised it’s our sister group chat.

  Esme: Hurry up and get your ass downstairs for the update and you better not still be a virgin.

  Karessa: How about a good morning or something, sis?

  Esme: Fuck that. I want an update.

  Imala: LMAO

  Esme: LMAO my ass. Ten minutes or I’m coming up.

  Karessa: I’m in the parking lot. Get some tea and calm your nerves.

  Me: I’m getting dressed, nosy.

  I walk in the bathroom to find Wyn in the shower. I’ve never been so appreciative of glass until now. Wyn naked and wet in a steamy bathroom is a mood.

  I pee and start grooming all while watching.

  “Are you going to watch me shower the entire time, wife?”

  I spit out my toothpaste and rinse my mouth. Instead of answering, I step into the shower with him. Wyn grins at me as he rinses the soap off his body. I’d like to record it and watch in slow motion.

  Can you be considered a creeper if it’s your husband?

  “Is this a yes?” he teases.

  I smile at him before answering. "The glass was fogging and obstructing my view." He grabs me for a quick kiss then side steps me and exits the shower. He laughs once he turns to find me pouting.

  “It was either get out of the shower or get your hair wet and miss our brunch for trying to find out how many ways I can make you cum.”

  My mouth falls open because that sounds amazing, but Esme will try to fight me if I don’t come through with this update.

  “Fineeee,” I grumble and begin washing my body instead.

  “Good girls get rewarded,” he promises on the way out.

  Wyn and I make it downstairs just as Jagger and Ainslee arrive. They were looking forward to the brunch because mornings are easier since they don’t sleep much with the twins.

  “Congratulations you two,” Ainslee says, her gray eyes shining with amusement. “I heard you two stayed the appropriate amount of time. And there were no fights to report. Good job for having the most functional wedding to date.”

  “I don’t know, I liked dragging my little asshole out in a headlock,” Jagger counters. “That shit sounds boring but congratulations.”

  He flashes the smile that I’m sure got Ainslee pregnant. Yup. Still hot even while tired.

  I don’t get in much of a response because Esme appears, smiles at everyone, then drags me off to a conference room where Karessa is already seated.

  “Damn, we’re really having an official meeting?”

  “Hell, yes. Now sit and tell us about it, dammit.”

  “Sounds like Esme needs to get laid,” Karessa jokes. Her skin glows. I used to think it was due to pregnancy but now I know the difference.

  The door opens and Ainslee tiptoes in and closes the door.

  “Did I miss anything? Once Oran and Jagger started practicing their death glares on Wyn like they aren’t dirty bastards, I knew I was in the wrong room.”

  We laugh at her observation, but I jump right in to get it over with.

  I point at Karessa and Ainslee. “Unlike you two, I had a wedding night, And I don’t know if it’s great in general or because it was Wyn.”

  “I’ll take Wyn for $500 Alex because I’ve had some weak as sex,” Esme admits. “It isn’t always magical. I’m officially mad at all of you bitches. And I mean that with the highest level of respect, Ainslee.”

  Ainslee giggles and waves her off. “Y’all are cool with me. I just want to be the first to say I’m happy you had a first time worth a damn.”

  “How many orgasms?” Esme asked, looking for the gritty details.

  “Three.”

  “THREE!” they scream in unison.

  “Ugh! If I weren’t getting it from Oran, I’d march over to the courthouse and punch my first in the jaw,” Karessa complains.

  “Too bad we can’t have first time redoes, we have to go with the present,” Ainslee adds with a shrug.

  “Easy for you to say, you’re still getting some. Meanwhile, the tabloids have me as the spinster sister who can’t keep a man.”

  “Ohh, so you didn’t see this morning’s article?” Ainslee points out.

  Esme sits up straighter, her light brown eyes flashing with irritation. “Me again?”

  “Yes. You and my Markos. Apparently, you can’t let go because you have a thing for bad boys.”

  Esme turns red. “I swear if I ever go to jail, you know why. That lady loves to make me look like the world’s biggest tramp! Markos and I hardly speak to each other. We don’t have any bad blood or anything!” she rubs her temples then takes deep breaths. “Anyway, how did you get to three orgasms?”

  “He does his thing with his tongue…” The girls lean in, but my mom opens the door.

  “There y’all are. We’re ready to eat.”

  “Okay, mom. We’ll be out in a minute,” Karessa assures her. We sit quietly until she closes the door.

  “How about we make a lunch date after the honeymoon when I’ll have more details? In summary, had I known oral sex was so much fun, I would’ve tried it a long time ago.”

  “Wait,” Ainslee holds out her hand with her eyes bucking. “Before last night you’ve never done anything. Like, AT ALL.”

  I shake my head. “No. Nothing past a kiss. Wyn is the first man I’ve seen naked in person.”

  Ainslee places
her hand on her chest and says something in Spanish before returning to English. “Then you’ve hit the first-time jackpot. Wyn is such a sweet man.”

  “Yes,” Karessa agrees. “And if he’s anything like Oran…” her sentence trails off and she shivers in her seat.

  “I’m starting to think he is. I have nothing to compare it to but—"

  “Yeah. yeah,” Esme cuts me off. “The Hale’s have big dick energy. Maybe I should go throw myself at Berke or Dallas,” She folds her arms and looks out the window. “Or call Bowie for the night. It’s one thing to be single. I’m fine with that, but now I’m single and not getting any. Y’all can breathe wrong and get jumped right now.”

  “I can’t.” Ainslee points out. “Just had twins. Shop is closed until the doctor okays it. I have the most empathy for you right now.”

  “Sounds like I’ll be babysitting soon,” Karessa says.

  “Yes! Jagger might jump me in the exam room if the doctor clears me. He’s ridiculous. He has it on his calendar.”

  Karessa rubs her belly. “Oran will be feeling his pain soon.”

  We get up to join the rest once I promise to give them the honeymoon download.

  Caerwyn

  Now that brunch is over, the parents wander off leaving their children behind. Jagger pulls out his phone and leans over to Oran.

  “Dude, you’ll never believe what I’ve found!”

  “What?” Oran asks, humoring his best friend.

  I sip my water while Imala gives me “do me” eyes. Something tells me I want to hear about this discovery first. They’re already so over top sitting next to each other with their wives on the side.

  “Apparently there is a fanfiction website dedicated to us.”

  “Us as in the founder’s children?” Oran inquires.

  “Nope,” Jagger denies with a hard p. “Just you and me in all these fictional gay love stories,” he continues like the rest of the table didn’t just chuckle. “Some of it isn’t bad. In this one I told you to get on your knees like my bitch although they seem to favor you being the Dom in most of the stories.”

  Oran chuckles and shakes his head but it’s not enough to hide the blush coloring his face. He doesn’t like fanfare and media attention, but it amuses the hell out of Jagger.

  “Oh my. Do I want to know how you found it?” Oran questions as he side-eyes his friend.

  Jagger just shrugs. “I was Googling my name and came across one of our pictures then clicked it. Apparently, the picture inspired a hauntingly beautiful drama-fic of us struggling with our love until we finally give into our feelings.” Jagger rubs his chest. “I almost cried.”

  “I hate him,” Ainslee mumbles with a laugh.

  Jagger winks at her but leans into Oran. “Take a picture with me, bro. Let’s give them more material.”

  Oran leans over for the picture and Jagger wraps his arm around him and presses their cheeks together. The result is Jagger with a cheese that shows all his teeth and Oran scowling. Berke snorts and drowns his Blood Mary. He looks at Dallas as he licks the remainder off his lips.

  “And this is the circle you were itching to enter.”

  Dallas perks up, his hazel eyes are full of sunshine. “I’m very happy to be here.”

  Everyone laughs and I can’t miss the opportunity to mess with my big brother. “See? Someone appreciates us.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he grumps but I see a hint of a smile. He moves over until his light-brown eyes connect with Imala. “May I be excused, mum?”

  Imala rolls her eyes but leans over and pats Berke on his bearded cheek. “As long as you’re good and get your homework done.” She looks at me, her eyes big and innocent. “They grow up so fast.”

  Berke laughs at her quick comeback and stands. “Fuck all of you, and I mean it with love, but I have to go catch Bowie’s yacht party. You know what Will Ferrell says, Boats and Hoes.” I snort; there’s never been a more accurate statement to describe my brother and Bowie’s lives. Berke pats me on the shoulder. “Have fun on your honeymoon. Just ask yourself what would Berke do and she’ll be in love before the night is over.”

  I roll my eyes at his advice as he disappears.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Caerwyn

  I watch my wife as I take a sip of my tea. We’re sitting across from each other at the table the rest of our party has vacated. Our flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow and we could technically go to one of our homes, but what’s the fun in that? It’s just us now. We have the room for the night. Knowing she’s waiting for me to make a move has my body taut with anticipation. Every passing second feels like foreplay. We don’t speak. It’s not necessary; our thoughts are in the same place.

  Imala hasn’t changed overnight. Her wardrobe is still full of clothes that are too big for her smaller frame. The clothes no longer irritate me. They tease me. Her oversized t-shirt droops to the side to reveal her smooth shoulder. I never thought an innocent body part could be so alluring.

  Her pink tongue pops out to moisten her pouty lips as her eyes track the finger I’m using to trace my mug’s rim. We’re both imagining it on her body. My plan to tease her is backfiring. Giving in, I rise and head to the elevator. I suppress a smile when Imala falls into stride with me.

  The elevator is full, but no one pays attention as we enter. We settle on opposite sides towards the back. A family of three is chatting with a couple about how exciting their visit to our famous amusement park was and the couple discloses their celebrity hunt that started with driving by our family homes. I keep my amusement to myself. Had the couple remained at the hotel, they would’ve hit pay dirt.

  Imala tries to hide her face in her shirt lest the couple begin to pay attention to their surroundings. I’d been off the island long enough to not be at the top of the Founder’s-Kids-Sighting-Most-Wanted list. The couple exits first, and our eyes meet once she relaxes. I undress her in my head as I run the tip of my tongue along my teeth. She blushes when she catches my intentions. Imala licks her lips and I study them, remembering how good they taste. I want to feel them all over my body and I want to see them wrapped around my dick. I withhold a groan. It’s going to be so much fun teaching her how to suck dick. We don’t move once the family jumps off; we’re too busy mentally fucking each other. I know my thoughts are dirtier. She may read about sex, but I have experience.

  Imala’s gaze drops to my hardening dick and I adjust myself for her amusement. The elevator pings and the doors slide open just as I tuck my hands in my pockets. Leading the way again, I exit and go to our suite, Imala is right behind me once I push the door open. A jolt of sexual energy travels through my fingers when I grab her. Her breath catches in surprise when I press her against the door and cage her between my palms flat on the wooden surface. I lean in closer; not at all shy about my dick poking her.

  Gripping her just under her jaw, I release an aroused hum at the feel of her pulse racing underneath my thumb. We used the same soap this morning, yet she smells so damn sweet some of my patience slips. I turn her head to the side and slide my tongue up the column of her neck.

  Her whimper makes my dick happy. “It’s my turn, wife.”

  Dipping my hands under the hem of her shirt, I allow my fingertips to glide up her silky skin as I lift then remove the shirt. Goosebumps pebble her skin as I take my time removing her bra. The sight of her breasts makes me moan. Last night, seeing her in the lingerie almost made me cum in my pajamas. I loved unwrapping her as my wedding gift. Fuck everything else we had the crew take back to the house. I have everything I wanted from the wedding in the hotel room.

  Imala’s tits-full and dusted with light brown nipples-spill into my hands. Testing their weight, I squeeze them but don’t give her nipples attention just yet. Her anticipation of my touch has my dick leaking.

  “Did you know some women can cum from nipple play?”

  I leave that information out there then take a broad lick of her nipple. Her shiver has me ridding her of everyth
ing touching her body until she’s completely bared to me. Imala watches as I kick off my shoes and lose my shirt. I’ve shucked everything but my boxer briefs when I pull her to my body and steal a kiss. It’s rougher than before, branding and greedy. Imala returns it, pulling my hair as I tongue-fuck her mouth. Excited, I grind against her as I grip her ass.

  Imala starts to claw at the band of my underwear. Her enthusiasm makes my dick ache. Pulling away, I push them down, but she doesn’t get much of a chance to set her eyes on my dick. I spin her around, trapping her wrists on the door above her head.

  I rub the head of my dick along her ass cheeks, my pre-cum leaves a shiny trail to mark my territory.

  “First, I’ll fuck you from behind. Then I’ll teach you how your husband likes to be fucked.” I reach around and rub her clit. She’s so fucking wet; her juices soak my fingers. I press my thigh between her legs to widen her stance. “You want me?”

  “Yes, please,” she begs.

  I love her eagerness. I press my tip to her opening, groaning at how hot and wet she is for me.

  “Arch your back, Caterpillar.”

  I slide in slowly when she obeys. My goal was to ease into her since she was a virgin not even twenty-four hours ago, but it dies fast with each inch. Imala pushes her ass back on me, forcing me inside to the hilt.

  A low growl rips out of my throat. My eyes droop closed for the privilege of being inside of her. Imala’s body squeezes me just right.

  “Oh, Wyn,” she encourages me as I focus on not blowing inside of her.

  We grunt when I pull out and push back inside. I’m in love with how her pussy coats me.

  “Don’t move,” I tell her while tapping her wrists. My hands move to her hips, preparing to guide her in the art of taking my dick. “I love the way you feel, baby.”

  My strokes become rougher after my confession. A few pumps have her crying out. Imala, my perfect student, keeps her hands planted on the door and her back stays arched for maximum dick taking. Slowing down, I give her an inch to tease her entrance.