by Nicole Snow
I'm a new man, leaving Tanner to die in that other world, the lonely, miserable one I've left behind for good.
Names are just words. But mine's the only one I want hanging on her lips tonight, tomorrow, and every night after.
“Let's see the bed where I'm going to have my wife for the first time,” I tell her, pushing my keycard against the scanner lock. The door pops open.
Before we cross through, I lift her up, carrying her over the threshold. No, this yacht isn't our home, but it's going to be the first place we're living as man and wife for the next week as we cruise the Great Lakes. It's also where I'm planting my seed deep. My balls tighten, burning a little hotter at the thought.
She laughs as I carry her into our spacious room, and throw her down on the silver sheets. The bottle of Dom sits next to the bed on ice, as promised. I'm not interested in having a drop unless it involves slurping it off her naked body just now.
“Careful,” she pleads, feeling the eager force in my hands when I start tugging on her dress.
Lucky for her, I'm a disciplined man. I take my time, careful not to tear a single scrap of her dress as I lift it away, piece by ivory piece, stripping her down to the bare, beautiful skin I've been craving on mine since the second I saw her coming toward the altar.
“Don't know how you wore them all evening,” I tell her, sensing the wetness in her panties when my fingers go between her legs. “You're soaked, Kara. You've been craving my cock for hours. Admit it.”
“Mmm, guilty,” she purrs, wrapping her arms around my neck.
She grabs at my tie, lifting it out of my jacket. Grabbing her wrists, I spin her around and pull her down on the bed, making her straddle me.
Her bra cup comes down easily when I push the right side. Wise choice, considering I've fulfilled all the requests I've had this evening to please be gentle with the clothing. My mouth finds her hard little nipple, takes it between my teeth, and sucks.
Kara grinds her pussy into my bulge. Her feral moan singes my ears, and soon I'm snarling, tearing her bra away by the strap. I throw the lingerie over her shoulder to the floor, pulling her ass onto me while my mouth goes to work, alternating each breast.
My tongue flicks each bud, softening them, already eager to move to her clit. If it isn't as hard and swollen as the ends of these tits, it's going to be soon.
She oozes into lust with a breathless moan, panting every time her hips lurch into mine. I resist the urge to buck back. There's a wildcat moving on top of me, and I'm damned sure not going to risk going off anywhere inside her, throwing my seed into her womb.
This isn't just honeymoon fucking tonight. We're here to breed, and knowing I can give her my kid causes my pierced dick to leak like mad down my shaft.
“Ryan, yes!” her hand covers mine when it goes between her legs, tugging at her panties.
“Stand up,” I say, lifting her off me. “Take the edge of the bed, and bite the sheet, love. They're going to hear you scream through these thin walls when you come on my mouth if you don't.”
The filthy thought causes her back to arch when she obeys. I'm smiling, standing behind her, dropping to my knees. Fuck, I want them knowing. I want the entire ship to hear the frantic monkey sex we're going to be having all night, and I think she knows it.
I don't give a damn who hears us, sees us, or strokes themselves off, wishing they could fuck their wife half as hard as I take mine. We've suppressed our love long enough, and tonight's our night to put it on parade.
My fingers hook her panties in the center. I'm waiting. Refusing to jerk them down until her legs start shaking.
Only takes my lips falling down above her ass for about three seconds before it starts.
There she is. My panting, begging, needful little wife. Beautiful and helpless, trembling for every inch of me.
She buries her face in the bed, suppressing a scream, when her panties hit her ankles. My face moves into her before I've even got them off. The hot, wet bundle remains in my hands while I'm growling, pushing my tongue into her, tasting the pussy that's going to be clenching, sucking, and coming on my cock all night.
There's no words for this sweetness. My tongue strokes long and hard, teasing her clit when she starts to arch. Her feet leave her panties behind with slow, halting steps.
My hands clasp her ass, and my elbows hug her thighs, keeping her legs open for me. I eat my fill, and fuck, she tastes amazing.
My tongue lashes her clit every time she moans for me, quickening when the moans become screams.
Her shrill vibrations cut through the bed. The room sways gently around us, a sign the ship is out on the water. We're going out to sea, just as she's coming.
Growling, I fuck my tongue into her delectable cunt again and again. Her pussy convulses a few seconds later, tempting me to bring her off.
Naturally, I do.
I lick, suck, and grind my face between her legs. Her hips buck, twitching as her body fights for control. I don't stop until she's given everything up.
It takes forever before the trembling in her legs dies down. Then I'm on my feet, caressing her spine, kissing my way up her back. She collapses on the bed, sucking in oxygen, while I undress. It's a mercy when I free my cock from the trousers holding it in all evening.
It's needier than it's ever been in my life.
When I'm naked, I grab her by the waist and turn her around. She gasps, seeing how hard I am, past ready to fuck her into nirvana and back.
Her fingers go around my cock. It jerks in her hand when the warm gold rings press into it. I take her chin in my hand, tilt her up, and pull back before she can kiss me.
“You really want it, don't you, baby girl?”
“I want your baby, Ryan. Please.” Her eyes shine big and bright, green gems twinkling with wicked truth.
“Yeah?” I push her hand off, grabbing my cock in my fist. Pre-come trails out as I move it over her, depositing it on her belly, just above the spot where her strip of hair begins. “Then take every fucking drop I put in you, love. First of many I'm going to put in that soft little belly. First of many nights you'll be savoring this dick as Mrs. Caspian, my knock out, gorgeous, horny wife.”
She bites her lip. I can't hold back when I see the tension in her face, the insane need in every square inch of her skin.
I pull my cock back, tugging her legs around me. Then I'm sinking in, angling my way to the edge of her womb, making her gasp when the head of my cock presses as far as it can go.
Discipline is the only reason I've earned my money and won her hand in marriage. Too bad even I have limits.
I can't hold back as soon as I'm in her hot, wet center. My hips roll on, instinct taking over, the need to claim her, fuck her, and knock her up pounding in my temples.
It's in my veins and in my sweat. Grunting, I quicken my strokes, feeling her clenching around me in a matter of minutes.
“Ryan! Oh, God.”
Oh, fuck me. I almost lose it when she explodes on my cock a second later, clenching the sheets so she doesn't fall off, stabbing her heels into my muscular ass. My cue to fuck her harder.
Now, I drive into her, running on pure lust. I fuck straight through her first O and into the next. The second time, she's grinding her clit into me each time I thrust deep, stopping long enough to make her burn so good.
“Please,” she whines between her teeth.
I slow my strokes just long enough to palm her face, bring my lips to hers, and taste the insatiable need in her kiss.
She wants this as bad as I do. I know it, down to my balls, and they churn like they're full of lava the instant I pull away.
“You'll get it when you come for me again,” I tell her.
Her eyes are wide, telling me she can't possibly do it again. She doesn't know I've got one more surprise.
When my strokes speed up, I reach between us, pressing my ring finger into her clit. There's a lot a man can do when he owns a technology company. My platinum wedding band looks no different than a
ny other wealthy man's on the outside. Inside, I've had a sophisticated circuit installed, designed to make this ring scream when it reaches the right temperature.
It vibrates on her clit. Her legs tighten around me when she realizes what's happening, and I watch her head snap back, making me catch a fistful of those golden locks.
Her lips form a ring. She wants to scream, cry my name, or just beg me again. I make out the most important word, the same one flashing in her eyes when she looks at me again, right before her lids go down and they roll into her head.
Please.
“Come for me, baby. Take every fucking drop from my balls.” I'm growling, ramming myself balls deep, letting the fire coursing up my spine hit my brain a second later.
We're sharing fireworks.
Coming together.
Coming fierce.
Coming so fucking hard it makes the dense sea rocking our ship seem like a breeze.
I lose myself in her. My balls spit fire, and the same flames consume me. There's yesterday, tomorrow, and the next decade all at once.
My seed flows thick. Furious ropes spit from my cock and blaze into her. Kara's pussy massages every inch of me, making me growl while I'm spilling it all.
It's cool in our room, but we're both red and dripping sweat when I remember how to think. My lips go down on hers while we cool down, tasting what's mine. There's room to be tender after I've ravished her like an animal.
She's so warm, skin burning beneath my hands. When I pull out, I walk across the room, grabbing the champagne and two glasses. I also take a handful of ice.
“Suck,” I tell her, popping an ice cube into her mouth. She takes it like a good girl, turning it over with her tongue, tempting me to kiss her and fuck her all over again.
No, I need to pace myself. It'll be dawn before I'm done with her, before my balls are dry. And then we'll be coming above deck to enjoy ourselves at the first port tomorrow, before we head back here for another night tangled together.
That's how it's going to be every night until I know my seed takes. We're smiling, sipping our champagne, my free hand against her thigh, ready to pull her legs open for me again as soon as we're ready.
“Is this honeymoon everything you imagined?” she asks, mischief dancing in her eyes.
I smile, knowing it's the same thing she asked me after our first time, so long ago. But she's not that virgin girl anymore.
When I look at her, I don't just see my beautiful wife. I see all the Karas I've known, every one I've fallen in love with.
There's the kid who slid in the oil the first day we met, her face as innocent then as it is now. There's the woman I first asked to marry me, young and radiant, ready for a life together. There's the darker, sadder, unhappy girl I found when I came home, the one it's taken months to wipe away.
Then there's my bride. Mature, beautiful, and finally happy. My woman, future mother of my children, and eternally, irrevocably mine.
Whole again. Every single part of her. My hand drifts down to her hip, feeling the tattoo that used to be a broken heart.
“I'm glad you got this touched up in time for the wedding,” I tell her, kissing her shoulder.
She beams. “My heart's not broken anymore, so I kinda had to. You never answered my question.”
I'm laughing. She can't be serious, wondering if I'm so far over this honeymoon, I'm halfway to Jupiter. Isn't it obvious?
“Babe, it's more, and I think you know it,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. “We couldn't have appreciated this as much as we do if we hadn't paid the price to get here.”
Her smile softens. She's quiet for a moment, thinking to herself, rolling my words around in her head.
When I brush my lips across hers, she looks at me, the smile I want to devour taking over her face. “It's strange that you're right. I never would've imagined anything good coming out of those years – but here we are. Where would I be without your perspective?”
“Married to some jackass I'd have to kill to get you back,” I tell her, moving my hands down, pulling her on top of me. “I'll blow every speck of fame and fortune I've accumulated all these years to keep you, Kara-bou. Don't ever doubt it.”
Her lips merge to mine again, just as she sinks down on my cock, tall and hungry. “You're lucky I'm a bargain, then, and we get to live your crazy billionaire lifestyle without you running dry.”
“No, babe. You're priceless,” I growl, moving my hips, loving how her nails stab into my shoulder. “If you don't believe that now, you will. Love you more every day since I asked you to marry me again, and that's a damned fine return on investment.”
Several strokes in, she's too lost in pleasure to quip back. I take her lips again with a smile, knowing I've got her where I want her, the only place we ever ought to be.
13
Hard Won (Kara)
Eighteen Months Later
It's starting to feel normal.
Coming home to our beautiful castle on the shore after a long day at Grounded, only rivaled by our lovely corporate condo in Seattle. I take over for our nanny and put dinner on, usually having an hour or two for our little boy and me, before Ryan comes walking through the door.
When I huddle on the sofa with our son, Joseph, I marvel at the beautiful boy we've created.
He's calm, strong willed, and has his father's eyes. He'll have a sibling in another year, one more beautiful link in the long chain of our love.
These evenings alone, I think about the past a lot. I remember what he said on our honeymoon – you're priceless.
But it's wrong, even if it makes me smile. It's our love that's truly special, irreplaceable, a love like I've never had and never will have with another man.
When you meet the one, you know. You'll fight to bring him home when he lays out his heart, miss him when he's gone, and embrace every second chance.
I'm nodding off with our baby boy in my arms when I hear the door open. I don't look up until he's standing behind me, laying his hand on my shoulder, his intoxicating scent filling the space between us.
“Welcome home.”
“Where's my kiss?” He brushes his lips against my neck, a reminder that words are cheap every time we get to have another evening together.
Smiling, I turn my face up, and we kiss. He runs strong fingers through my hair, tugging loose strands down my back, running his stubble against my neck when he pulls away.
He still excites me in a way that should be impossible.
Hell, impossible is what all of this should be.
Ryan Caspian has taught me about faith in his love. It happens whenever I start doubting him, whenever I wonder if this lifestyle will last forever, or if he can really keep spreading happiness to our whole family, and our town.
“You're a little late,” I tell him, noticing the time.
“Your brother called before I left the office. He wanted to set up the installation next week, and I told him I'd check it out personally after it's done.”
“You're crazy if you think anybody can afford to bring a driverless car into his new garage,” I say, letting my tongue tease him between my teeth.
“No, not now. But in five, ten years?” he says, pulling my hair again. His fingers always make me yearn for more. “I'm planning for the long-term, Kara-bou. Just like I do with everything. And your brother's graciously decided to set up his business with the first prototypes designed to service the new models.”
“Sure, Nostradamus.” I stand up, turning our little boy to face his dad. Ryan leans down and kisses his forehead. “It makes me sad to think there probably won't be a part-time job in Lilydale Garage someday. It'll all be robots in fifteen years.”
“Babe, he'll do anything he wants, and so will the rest of our children. Love is enough for any future, robots and all,” he says, moving in, resting his forehead against mine.
He's there so long I can't help but smile. “I guess. Love, and money, is surely enough.”
“Well, ther
e's always plenty of that.”
He isn't kidding. His company has exploded the last couple years. It's easily worth another billion, maybe more. I don't obsessively follow the articles anymore, like I used to, when I was settling into my role as a billionaire's wife.
I know how to act in public at his corporate events in Seattle and throughout the U.P. It scared me at first, but I learned to adapt. Every dinner feels more natural, and my smile is real every time I lift my glass for a toast.
Thankfully, amid all the changes, some things stay the same.
In Split Harbor, I'm still just Kara. Not Mrs. Caspian, married to a celebrity. I'm the girl who serves up the best coffee and cherry pie on this slice of Superior shore.
“What'll it be tonight?” I ask. I love that he lets me cook for him, even though we could easily hire a caterer for every meal.
“How about that new Mediterranean recipe you've been wanting to try? We haven't had lamb since Easter.” He smiles, taking our baby boy from my arms. Joseph bounces up and down until he cracks a smile and giggles. “We're as rich as most Greek billionaires. Might as well eat like them, too.”
I pour him a glass of wine and get to work. He chills on the couch with our little boy, relaxing for ten minutes, before he puts our baby in the play pen and joins me at the counter.
He's humming along with the radio while we chop vegetables. It takes me a few minutes to recognize the song, but when I do, I'm joining him.
It's a miracle I can hum anything through my smile, which couldn't possibly get any wider.
It's Stairway to Heaven. The Zeppelin tune that always used to play over the radio in daddy's garage, the same song I remember hearing the day I fell face down in the oil slick, tumbling into the love of my life.
It's taken years to reach this love, this happiness. Time for thousands of songs, just as many tears, and two marriage proposals. Sometimes, like now, it hits me all at once in a giant wave that makes my head spin.
I have to focus, moving the knife on the cutting board, flashing him a smile when I get up to grab something from the refrigerator. His rich blue eyes remind me there's one thing embedded in my mind and in my heart.
