by Alexa Riley
“You can stop trying so hard to knock me up. One of the rooms will be filled soon.” I tell him the thing I’ve been dying to tell him since Gia snuck me over a pregnancy test yesterday.
He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in what I’m telling him. I smile up at him and know he’s going to be a wonderful husband and dad to our baby.
“Love you so much, my heart,” he tells me, opening his eyes to stare down at me, eyes I know our baby is going to have somehow. I just know. Like I know I will always be his heart and he will always have mine.
EPILOGUE
AIDEN
Five Years Later…
I click through my emails, making sure I have everything taken care so the rest of my day is free. My parents are over coming over tonight to watch the boys so I can take my wife out to dinner. I have a few surprises planned for our anniversary.
Most days after breakfast I take that small part of my day to work, double checking to make sure everything is running as it should be. I made sure I hired the best so I don't have to worry about the company every day as I once had. I’d been using it to get lost and avoid thinking about how lifeless of a life I’d been living before Caroline came into my world. It’s easy to make yourself busy so you don’t see what's staring you right in the face. I’d let myself get lost in other problems so I didn’t have to face the others. It was something I’d never let myself do again.
The only reason I keep the company going at this point is because maybe one day my children will want it. It isn't about the money. We’re set, but it could be a true family business if our children want that. Or they can choose to follow their own dreams. Either way, that door is open to them. I’ll make sure all doors are open to them and I’ll never stand in the path of one they want to walk through.
My own parents made their mistakes, but they have learned from them and we have all grown together. Time healed some of the wounds that lingered for years. In fact, while they might regret some of the choices they made, those choices not only set me on the path to my wife but they also taught me life lessons that will make me a better father.
I stand and stretch, wondering what my wife is up too. I know both of our boys are down for naps. Normally by now she’s in here lying on the sofa in my office and reading a book until I’m done doing whatever it is I have to wrap up.
We always eat lunch together. Then I eat her until she passes out for her own small nap. Her first trimester of pregnancy always makes her a mixture of sleepy and horny. I’d add hungry, but she’s always hungry, I think with a smile. Thank god I can cook, because that’s one of the few things my perfect wife doesn’t excel at. Still I eat her burnt bacon and rubbery eggs anytime she makes them. I’d do anything for that woman to make her smile. God knows she makes me smile by simply being.
I still, dropping my arms from a stretch when I hear her laughter ring out in the house. I glance towards the window but don’t see a car. Maybe she’s on the phone. I head out of my office, following the sound of her laughter, and freeze when I see Nick, the man who makes sure our pond is taken care of, standing in our kitchen eating the burnt cookies my wife made for me last night. I only hired him a few months ago after the last guy retired and moved down to Florida with his wife.
My jaw hardens when I see his eyes on her tits as they bounce with laughter. She has one hand on the counter, the other on her baby bump. She’s holding onto our little baby girl as she laughs. Maybe the fucker doesn't see it. Not that he needs to. She has a giant rock on her hand and I’m the one who hired him. His ass knows she’s married. Still, here he stands in my kitchen, staring at my wife, ready to pounce on her. He’s even creeping towards her slowly.
“Lake is outside,” I say, entering the kitchen. Caroline looks shocked at my hard tone. I almost swear it’s fake because there’s no way she can be surprised right now. Or maybe she didn't notice the fuck staring at her tits. Either way, I’m pissed. My whole life everyone has always said I’m the good guy, always doing the right thing.
That was until Caroline. Apparently I saved all my assholeness for the moments someone got too close to my woman. I come to stand behind my wife leveling the guy with a hard stare. There is no missing that I’m begging for a reason to lay him out.
“I was just letting Caroline know I was done.” He motions towards the lake.
“Mrs. Clark,” I correct him. I don’t have to see my wife’s face right now to know she rolled her eyes.
“Mrs. Clack,” he parrots my words. I would think it’s a good thing he learns fast, but he doesn't need to learn shit because he won’t be coming back here ever again.
“I’ll walk you out.” I turn my wife in my arms and kiss her so hard and deep she forgets fuckface is standing there. When I pull away she’s breathless and her mouth is swollen. That heavy, lustful look in her eyes almost has me forgetting he’s standing there too for a moment.
“I’ll be back in a minute, my heart.” I soften my voice for her. “I’ll make you some lunch and then we’ll have our nap.” It’s clear what “nap” means from my tone. The man chokes on the burnt cookie. At least he’s trying to eat it. I’d really have to deck him if he let on to my wife her cooking wasn't the best. I watch as Caroline’s cheeks warm to a nice pink. She smacks my chest, whispering my name loudly in a scolding tone. I have to fight a smirk. I kiss the end of her nose before stepping away from her.
I don’t care how petty it makes me, but I take the cookie right out of the man’s hand and put it down on the kitchen counter. “Let’s go.” I motion to him to start moving his ass. He turns and does as he’s told. I let my hand fall to his shoulder, giving it a hard squeeze as we head to the side door where I know he has to be parked. That’s why I didn't see his truck when I glanced out the front window.
“Maybe you aren't used to husbands being home when you do your stops.” I squeeze him hard and he whimpers in pain. “But I’m always fucking home with my wife.” I stop walking but don’t release his shoulder. I want him to look me in the eyes. Finally he does.
“You hear what I’m saying?”
“Loud and clear,” he rushes to say, dropping his eyes from mine. I let him go. I think he gets the point.
“Don’t come back here,” I add as he practically runs to get out of here. I have to fight a laugh when he almost trips over his own supplies he still has lying out. He quickly gathers them and puts them into the back of his truck. I shut the door and flip the lock before I head back to find my wife.
I make it back to the kitchen and freeze when I see her sitting there in nothing but a pair of panties. Her dress is lying on the floor next to her. No wonder her tits were bouncing like they had been when she laughed. She didn't have a bra on.
“I like that dress.” She points to the dress on the floor. I smirk. She knew I was coming for her and the dress would have been a cleaning rag. She knows me all too well. That turns me on even more.
“Not going to give me a smart mouth?” I close in on her, waiting for a bit of her anger. I know with a few kisses and touches I can quickly cool it.
“Nope.” She swings her legs back and forth without a care in a world. She still doesn’t say anything about what I’d done. So I push on.
“What was so funny?” I ask her, placing my hands on the arms of her chair to cage her in.
“Nothing.” She shrugs but keeps on smiling.
“Heard you laughing up a storm,” I throw back. I know my smart wife is up to something.
She laughs and wraps her legs around me. The high kitchen stool she’s sitting in brings my cock right where it wants to be. She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. Instincts kick in and I’m lifting her into my arms.
“I was laughing ‘cause I knew you’d come and save me. He wouldn't stop talking.” I don’t have time to make it up the stairs and into our bedroom. I head back to my office and kick the door closed behind us. I move her over to the giant sofa that I’ve made love to her on many times bef
ore. I’m not sure there is anywhere in this house that I haven't. “That jealousy you have can work in my favor, too,” she giggles.
I want to laugh with her, but I’m too fucking turned on. Five years and I still think I grow more addicted to her each day. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am, beyond obsessed with her. I slip my hand into her panties and that laugh turns right into a moan. “Aiden.” She lifts her hips as I push two fingers deep inside of her, using my thumb to rub small circles on her clit.
My perfect wife is always so needy for my touch and attention. I groan. I never get enough of how much she needs me. My cock leaks cum inside my slacks. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and let my tongue replace my thumb. I want her taste. I know her body and what she likes, so it doesn't take long before she’s cumming for me. I drink her down, getting every drop from her sweet pussy. I slide my finger out of her and pull her panties all the way off, tossing them to the floor.
I don’t take the time to undress. I only flick my belt open and free my cock to push inside of her. She wraps her legs around me again as I slide in and out of her. It’s like coming home to my wife. The only woman to have ever held the title. The only one who ever will.
THE END
CHAPTER 1
SAVANNAH
When I wake up I see I’ve got over a hundred messages on my phone. I know instantly something has happened. I scroll through them and see most of them are from my father and a few are from friends. A chill runs down my back when I see one of the articles someone sent me. It’s there right in front of my face and I can’t ignore it.
Billionaire Aiden Clark annuls marriage to heiress Savannah Matthews
“Shit.” I toss my phone on the bed and cringe. This is why my father is calling and texting me nonstop.
I was hoping I had a few more days to prepare for what was coming but I guess I don’t get that luxury. Not now that Aiden is in love. I roll my eyes and get out of bed. It’s not that Caroline isn’t great or that I don’t want Aiden to be happy. We just agreed that this was the deal and then he went back on it. I can’t blame him, but I need to blame someone and I’m not taking any responsibility for it. I’ve kept my end of the deal. It’s everyone around me who’s always breaking their word.
My phone vibrates again and I assume it’s my father, but when I look down I see Wyatt’s name. The first time we met we were fourteen and in high school. Wyatt was mine and Aiden’s lawyer since we got married. Aiden and I used him for everything, including our prenuptial agreement and now annulment. He’s probably seen the news, but I don’t know why he would be calling me since Aiden is the one he usually deals with.
Wyatt Carmichael is the cockiest asshole I’ve ever met and it’s part of what makes him a great lawyer. Even when we were kids and he didn’t have much, he still walked in every room like he owned it. Like we were all there for him. I hated him the first time I saw him and nothing has changed since then. It’s just too bad my body never got the message.
He’s loud and doesn’t care that people are annoyed by him. He’s inconsiderate of people’s feelings and never apologizes for anything. Yet when I think about that dark beard and what it would feel like on the insides of my thighs I can hardly think straight.
I sigh as I go to my bathroom and get in the shower. I hate Wyatt, but my lady business wants him more than anyone else. Ever. It’s just too bad I can’t have him. The whole reason I married Aiden was because my father wouldn’t allow me to be with anyone else. Even if I didn’t love him. I was forced into every path I’ve ever taken and I knew with one look at Wyatt that he was a path I could never take.
The message from Wyatt said I need to come by his office today and finish signing the paperwork. I thought I signed all I needed to, but I don’t really remember that clearly. I was upset when I scribbled my name on the form Aiden gave me and I probably did it in the wrong place.
When I’m finished in the bathroom I grab a cream-colored dress and a pair of heels. I tie my hair back in a low ponytail and then put on some lipstick. I don’t really want to get dressed up, but it’s been ingrained in me for so long that appearances matter and I have to go through the motions.
I grab my bag on the way out and then drive towards downtown. Aiden was the one who wanted to live in the suburbs, but I miss the city. He said I got the house, but I wonder if that means I can sell it? I don’t need all that space, but I doubt my father would approve the sale. He’s still guardian of my trust and he uses it against me every chance he gets.
Before I go to Wyatt’s office I decide to stop for a coffee. I park the car and get out, and when I get inside I see there’s a couple of people in line. I pull out my phone while I wait and scroll my Instagram.
I’m looking through pictures of my cousin’s new little baby and smiling when I hear someone whisper behind me.
“Can you believe it? How awful must she have been for her husband to never fuck her?” I feel my neck get hot as I turn around and see two girls behind me trying to hide their laughter.
Maybe they were talking about someone else? I’m famous because of my family, but it’s not like I’m a celebrity or anything.
The person in front of me is called forward and I go back to my phone. I’m just about to put it away and order my coffee when I see someone has tagged me in a post. I click on it and my blood runs cold when I see the gossip site has posted my medical records and has the word VIRGIN splashed across the screen.
I can’t stop myself from scanning the page and reading about how Aiden left me for another woman and we never consummated the marriage. I hear more giggles behind me and I look up to see the barista staring at me and then down at my phone.
I hold my phone against my chest as I back out of the coffee shop and run to my car. Hot tears sting my eyes as I fumble with my keys. I shouldn’t care what people think, but that comment stung. Yes, I’m a virgin, but so was Aiden. He just doesn't have a medical record to prove it.
I drive out the parking lot too fast and my tires screech as I make the turn towards Wyatt’s office. I don’t know where else to go or what to do, but I don’t want to talk to Aiden. He’s just going to feel sorry for me and I don’t need that right now. I want to make sure I’m split from him and there’s nothing else tying us together. The last thing I want right now is sympathy for the life I had to choose.
Nothing about what I’ve wanted has ever come into play. I didn’t get to go to the schools I wanted, or choose the major I wanted, or even marry the person I wanted. I was forced into this and people think they know the whole story, but they don’t know anything about me.
When I get to Wyatt’s office I park my car and take a deep breath before I wipe away any remaining tears and square my shoulders. I’m ready to face whatever is in front of me, and that includes an asshole with the ability to make me weak in every part of my soul.
I just need to make it through this meeting and Wyatt Carmichael will be out of my life forever.
It’s too bad he has other plans.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Contents
Copyright
HEA on the go
Virgin Husband
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Stalk the Author
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