The Firsts Series Box Set

by M. J. Fields

“I really am sorry,” London whispers.

  “You’re a pain in the ass, London, but I know why you did it, and obviously, I’m grateful.”

  Mom and Robert’s driver opens the door, but I shake my head.

  “I need to walk.”

  “Mr. Links, it’s midnight and less than thirty degrees out,” he tells me.

  “Yeah, well, we’ll survive,” I tell him and look at London. “Run with me?”

  She smiles. “Of course.”

  I zip the file in my jacket, and then take her face in my hands and kiss her. “I hate that I’m going to say this, but thank you.”

  Her pouty lip sticks out and tears fill her eyes. She looks exhausted.

  I step back, turn around, and tell her, “Climb on.”

  “You sure?” she asks

  “Yeah, pretty, I’m sure.”

  §

  Back at the hotel, we are in the elevator. Her eyes are red as fuck, and my fucking heart is shattered. I hold her while the elevator climbs to our floor, and when we walk off, I can barely keep my eyes open.

  Inside the room, the flowers, champagne, rose petals...the very fucking romantic mood I had set looks exhausting to me.

  “Wanna sleep?” she asks, obviously sensing it.

  I shake my head, not wanting to ruin our plans.

  “Would you be upset if I wanted to just cuddle with you tonight?”

  “Only if you’d be upset that I wanna cuddle you back.”

  We strip down to our underwear. She leaves on her bra and climbs under the covers. Her head goes to my chest, and she skates her nails over my head.

  No words are exchanged. None are needed.

  §

  I awake to hearing voices and find myself in an empty bed.

  “He’s tired,” London whispers.

  I hear Trucker chuckle. “Still a virgin, asshat”

  Maddox chuckles now.

  I get up, step into a pair of jeans, and then walk out. “Everything okay?”

  Trucker smirks. “You tell me?”

  London slugs him in the arm. He rubs the opposite one, and she shakes her head.

  “You two are a lot alike.”

  “Grew up together, Paris,” Trucker fucks with her.

  “Well, one of you grew up. The other needs to.”

  Maddox chuckles at that.

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “Keeka’s mom has a storage unit that...Well, I found out about it and think it’s absurd she’s paying for it every month. I was going to ask you if you’d like to come, but I think Trucker and I can get it.”

  “Me?” Trucker gasps.

  “Yes, you. Then I think you and I can ride home together.”

  “This is the worst fucking date I’ve ever been on,” Trucker grumbles.

  “I’ll buy you a drink on the way home,” Maddox says then looks at London. “You sure you’ll be all right if I take off?”

  She thumbs back at me. “He drove through a building to get to me. I think I’m in good hands.”

  Bet your ass you are, I think.

  After our goodbyes, I look at my phone and see a bunch of emails popping up from Robert. Then I see one from the DMV. I hit it and read.

  “Fuck,” I say, sitting down on the suite’s sofa.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Got a fucking ticket. Forgot I didn’t put my E-ZPass in the new vehicle.” I keep reading. “Looks like if I pay it, I won’t get my pass pulled.”

  “Online?” she asks, sitting beside me.

  I scroll through. “It’s the county clerk’s office on Worth Street, not far from here.”

  “We should do that today. You have a lot going on, and you might forget.” She stands up.

  “You sure?”

  She nods. “We could go grab breakfast before heading over.”

  “You don’t want to hang out here?”

  She smiles. “I want to go wherever you go.”

  “All right. Let me get dressed.”

  §

  Walking past that sign again on our way out, I stop.

  “London?”

  She stops and looks at me.

  “I wanna do something today that you can say no to.”

  She looks up and smiles. “They’re going to kill me.”

  I love that she knows exactly what it is I want to do. Hell, she looks excited.

  “It could be our secret,” I tell her.

  “And hers?”

  My chest tightens, and I nod. “We’re going to do it someday anyway.”

  “Why not now?” She steps a little closer to me, her smile broadening.

  I grab her hips and nod. “You can say no.”

  “I say yes.” She gins now.

  I pull her a little tighter. “All right.”

  Standing in yet another line, my heart is beating faster as I send Robert a text, asking him to help me pull off the biggest day of my life and giving him the details.

  Standing at the window, we slide our driver’s licenses under the window, along with the application to the clerk.

  “Any reservations?” I ask her.

  She grins and buries her head in my chest. “Not at all.”

  We walk out onto the top step of the old Town Hall building, now the county clerks. The sun is shining over us.

  How the fuck do I know the history? To pass the time in line, London read it off to me on her phone.

  I laugh to myself, knowing that, no matter what life throws at me, at her, at us, we can get through it together. Hell, we already have.

  She stops me. “Selfie?”

  “Anything you want,” I tell her. “Anything you want for the rest of your life.”

  In the cab on the way back to the hotel, I get a text from Robert.

  “They’d like you to go over to their place to get ready. You okay with that?”

  “Of course I am, but I’d like to grab some things.” She shakes her head like she can’t believe we are doing this.

  Her phone chimes, and she looks at it. When I lean over, she hides it.

  “No peeking.”

  “Why? What is it?”

  Tears well in her eyes. “Your mom wants to help me with everything.”

  “And that upsets you?”

  “No, Logan, not at all.”

  §

  At six p.m., I am standing on top of Bow Bridge in Central Park, in a brand-new tuxedo, next to Robert and a friend of his, when the car pulls up.

  My mother gets out in a champagne colored pant suit with a tan fur coat on. The driver stands by her side, helping her. From this distance, she looks like my mom always has—beautiful, healthy, and happy.

  I look over at Robert. I can tell by the way he looks at her that he loves her.

  “She’s having a good day,” he whispers.

  “She looks great,” I respond.

  Then, well, then my heart seems to stop and race at the same time, causing my knees to weaken, as I watch London get out of the car in a long, white dress, underneath a long, white fur coat. Her hair is piled on top of her head in lose waves, and she is smiling from ear to ear.

  For just a moment, I feel awful that her family and the rest of mine isn’t here to see how stunning she looks, how happy she looks, and how fucking pure she looks.

  “Wow,” Robert comments.

  “Definitely wow,” I say back.

  I pull out my cell and start snapping pictures as Mom and her driver get closer. It’s no wonder she can fool Ava on FaceTime. Hell, right now she doesn’t resemble the woman whose lap I cried in.

  I also take a million pictures of London then slip the phone back in my pocket before she busts me.

  Robert’s friend is a New York City judge. He leans in and whispers, “How would you like this?”

  I see Mom stumble a bit and tell him, “Make it fast.”

  He nods.

  London looks from Mom to me with worry in her beautiful blue eyes.

  When London is in front of me,
I tell her, “You look pretty.”

  She smiles then looks back at Mom. “She’s tired, Logan.”

  I nod, thinking that maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

  “Marry me?” London smiles.

  “At least twice.” I smile back.

  When I say my vows to her, I feel a calm wash over me in a much different way than ever before. When she repeats them to me, I feel the same, but the calm strengthens.

  When it’s time, I kiss her gently, adoringly for the first time as my wife. She opens her eyes as I pull back and looks at me as she takes a deep breath then slowly lets it out as a few tears roll down her face, closing her eyes once more. When she opens them again, her face still in my hands, I wipe away the tears with the pads of my thumbs.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m...I’m so happy it almost hurts.”

  I pull her into a hug, lift her, and spin her around. She laughs as she lifts her hands in the air.

  “Mrs. Logan Links.”

  When I set her down, she is still smiling as she hugs me. “I feel like I will never be lonely again, like nothing will ever feel impossible again. Is that weird?”

  “No, pretty, it’s perfect.”

  Her nose scrunches up. “Right?”

  §

  “Jesus L. Christ,” I groan as I grip her ass under her dress and kiss her harder while pushing her against the elevator wall.

  She wraps her legs around me as her tits press against me while she tightens the grip she has on my hair. Her tongue now pushes mine away, and she succeeds in fucking my dick via my mouth.

  Panting, she pulls back. “Rip them off me and take me right here.”

  “Fuuuuck,” I say as I snap the band, pocket the panties, and then unbuckle my belt.

  The bell on the elevator dings, and with it, the reality that I’m in a fucking elevator with my bride, who’s a virgin yet clearly thinks she’s playing the lead in Fifty Shades of Grey. I’m not talking about the virgin role either. I’m talking the belt yielding male lead.

  “Wrap them around,” I tell her, turning to face the door then realizing we aren’t on our floor and an elderly couple are getting on.

  “Come on, Links; let’s get this show on the road.” She pulls my hair, yanking my head back so I’m looking up at her.

  “She hurt her ankle,” I tell them, and the woman giggles.

  London’s face is immediately bright red. She burrows it in my neck.

  When the elevator stops on our floor, I am still carrying my wife, which is a good damn thing because my dick is stone.

  “Are they gone?” she whispers.

  I toy with lying as I continue to walk toward our suite, fishing for the room card in my pocket. “Yeah, but you gotta slow it down or you’re gonna get hurt.”

  She pushes her hand between us and starts unbuttoning my shirt as I slide the key in, unlocking the door.

  “I think you should just, like, ram it in there and—”

  She squeals when I drop her on the bed.

  I shrug off my jacket then finish unbuttoning my shirt, tossing it aside. Then I lose my pants and boxer briefs.

  “And what are you thinking now?”

  Her eyes are as big as saucers. She opens her mouth then snaps it shut, then tries again.

  It’s comical.

  “Why not just skip making love, and I just bend you over and ram it in that ass?”

  She slaps her hand over her mouth as I walk toward her.

  “Or maybe...” I kiss her lips softly as I push off her coat and unzip the back of her dress. Her eyes finally leave my cock, and she looks into mine. “Maybe you let me show you what I’ve been dreaming of doing for you, London, not to you, for months now?”

  She slowly nods.

  I step back and hold out my hand. When she takes it, I pull her up.

  “Good girl,” I say, raising our linked hands then turning her so her back is to me. I then unzip the rest of her dress slowly while kissing her neck then working my way all the way down until I’m on my knees in front of her.

  She’s not wearing a bra, and her panties are in my pocket. She’s completely bare, and I am completely determined to take my time with her.

  I take her hips, guiding them so she turns. Then I lean in and kiss the soft skin of her waistline, down her left side, down her hip to her knee, and then move to the right, kissing from her knee to her hip.

  I look up as I grip her calf, placing her leg on my shoulder. I then look down at the pink flesh and inhale, before looking back up as I kiss her inner thigh all the way to her pussy lips, watching her the entire time.

  “You smell delicious, London.”

  Her body quivers as she holds her breath.

  I now lick the outside of her sweet little slit.

  “You’re going to need to sit down so I can properly worship your pussy,” I tell her as I run my nose up her slit. “You smell so fucking good. Too fucking good. I may just do this all night.”

  I kiss her lightly as she lies back on the bed, my mouth never once leaving her flesh. I spread her knees wide and run my tongue up her spread pussy. Her knees clench.

  “Fucking so good.” I lick around and around her opening, not ready to go in yet, wanting to just enjoy the moment.

  When her breaths become harder, and she grips the sheets, I lick around her clit, and her hips thrust as she moans. I kiss down her lips and dip the tip of my tongue inside her, and she cries out. I do it again and again gently, because I can’t fucking stop tasting her, and I can’t get her there too fucking fast, so I take my damn time.

  When she starts to whimper, I know it’s driving her as crazy as it is me.

  I flick my tongue over her clit, and she stiffens. I kiss her sweet lips again.

  “Taste so good, London. So, so good.”

  I flicker my tongue over her clit again, and she cries out.

  “Good, baby?” I ask before doing it again.

  “Oh God...yes,” she pants.

  I do it again. “Still good?”

  “Logan...” she whimpers.

  I grab my cock with one hand and squeeze it while I flick and suck, flick and suck, flick and—

  “Oh God. Oh, oh, oh...”

  Pumping my cock in my hand, I suck harder as she comes, crying out my name. Then I do it again.

  I stand up and kiss up her body, grabbing her tit in my hand and nearly fucking coming from how soft it is.

  “Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I tell her before taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking it hard.

  “Oh,” she pants. “My,” she pants harder. “God.”

  I continue sucking on the most beautiful tits I have ever tasted and release my cock, fearing I will finish myself off.

  I cup her pussy, and her body jerks before she moans as I begin to rub the outside of her lips. Then I slowly push a finger inside.

  I release her tit and hiss, “So tight. So fucking tight.”

  “Feels...good.” Her voice quivers as I curve my finger up and feel for her G-spot.

  Her body thrusts when I find it. Then I gently push another finger inside her tight, little body as I continue tapping the spot. She comes in seconds.

  “More, I want more,” she begs.

  I hover over her sucking one tight nipple while caressing the other. Her fucking nipples are hard as hell.

  I grind against her to get her closer to the edge, and then I reach between us and rub my cock up and down her wet slit. I watch her eyes roll as she grips my shoulders.

  I stop and tell her, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” as I push into her just a little.

  Her eyes open wide, and she looks at me in wonder.

  “I’m gonna make you feels so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I push in more, and she stiffens. I pull back, and she relaxes a bit as I fuck her nice and shallow to get her more fucking wet. “You feel so damn good. So good.”

  I push in farther, and she gasps, so I pull back and then move in f
arther and farther each time until she gasps and holds her breath.

  “Fuck,” I scold myself and start to pull back.

  “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare stop. I know it’s going to hurt for a second. I don’t care. I want you inside me so bad, Logan. I want you to feel like I do. I want you to come with me.”

  We rock together. Little by little, I get in farther and farther.

  I look down when I swear I feel like I hit rock bottom, and my cock is only half in.

  “Son of a bitch.”

  “Take me, dammit,” she says, pushing against me. “Please, I want—”

  I bury my head in her neck and reach between us, rubbing her clit as I continue working my way in.

  “Oh shit!” she cries when I feel the bottom finally give out.

  I look up at her. “Is it...?” I rock in, and she groans. I pull back farther this time, and then push in harder.

  “Yes...” she moans.

  “Fuck yes,” I say, sliding out and in, harder and faster.

  “So full,” she moans.

  “So tight,” I grunt as I push in harder.

  “So good,” she says as she opens her eyes.

  “Yeah?”

  She nods. “More.”

  “My fucking pleasure,” I tell her, releasing my worry because my London, my wife, is starting to meet me thrust for thrust. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

  Within two minutes, she comes. And within two more, she does again, and this time, so do I.

  Epilogue

  May

  It’s two days before the semester ends, and I have a shitload of work to get done if I’m going to have this place ready for students in August.

  Tonight, we are going to see Fletcher star in SU’s theater production. He doesn’t bother me one bit anymore. I actually kind of like the guy.

  London still stays with the girls or in Keeka’s room until they are asleep, and then comes into our room.

  Cuddle season has ended, and it’s now fuck season. My secret wife was accurate when she said that, once that genie came out of the bottle, it would never go back in. Not that I’m complaining one damn bit, but I also haven’t gotten shit accomplished because she comes home for lunch now. And by lunch, I mean she wants to serve me on a hotplate, the one between her legs.