by Lex Martin
“Jesus.” She sighs. “Girl has no class.”
“She has no dignity.”
“Maybe she’s just one of those rich girls who’s misunderstood. You know, like Paris Hilton.”
“You can’t be serious right now.” I narrow my eyes at her, wondering if sleep deprivation has made her lose her mind.
“I’m sure she grew up in a weird environment, and it’s tainted her. In fact, I feel sorry for her.”
“Yeah?” I arch a brow. “And what about Mia? Is she misunderstood too?” I ask with a sly grin.
She cocks her head at me and scowls. “Fuck Mia. She’s just a psycho who needs her teeth rearranged.”
I laugh, and it feels good to be alone with her again after all this time. I love our little family and Ginny more than anything, but sometimes, I need Viola and me just to be Viola and me again.
Thinking back to when Viola went into labor makes me smile. We had gone over possible baby girl names for weeks, but nothing was set in stone just yet. I knew she wanted something meaningful and special. Thinking it over, I knew that any name she picked, whether it be from Harry Potter or another one of her favorite books, would be perfect for us. Growing up, Viola was glued to her books, and that’s what made me fall for her in the first place. She was a book nerd and proud of it, and I loved that about her. They made her who she is and the fact that she still quotes it every chance she gets lets me know we made the right choice.
Two hours later, we finally pull up to the cabin I rented. It’s a cozy two-bedroom log house in Lake Tahoe with a stone fireplace, small kitchenette, and complimentary hot tub on the back porch.
“Oh my God! It’s so cute!” Viola squeals as soon as we’re inside. I set our luggage down and grab her hand.
“Let’s take a quick tour.” I lead her around, recognizing most of it from the pictures I saw online.
“Travis,” she says, tilting her head up at me, “I love it. It’s perfect.”
I smile back and cup her face. “It is. And so are you.” I press my mouth to hers and part her lips with my tongue. She presses her body into mine, and I know I’m not going to be able to stop if we go any further.
“Are you hungry?” I ask against her lips, but she ignores me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper against her. I’ll take that as a no then.
She shuffles her hands down to my shirt and starts lifting it up. I take the hint and separate us just enough to throw it off. She releases a moan against my lips, driving me wilder than ever. God, it feels like it’s been so long since we’ve been able to be alone. The passion has never cooled down between us, no matter how many miles apart we were.
“I’ve missed this,” she whispers.
“Me too, princess. Fuck, I want you so bad.” I wrap a hand around her neck, claiming her body as mine.
She brings her hands down and lifts her shirt up and over her head. Sneaking a glance at her, I smile when I see her breasts on display. Too impatient to wait for her to remove her bra, I pull it down and cup her luscious breasts. Her head falls back on a whimper, and I know she loves it as much as I do.
I’m hard and throbbing under my jeans. I don’t think I’ll be able to be gentle with her, or even take my time like I wanted to. The desire is too strong to control.
I cover her taut nipples with my mouth and suck on them until she digs her nails into my arm. I know she likes it rough, but ever since the baby, they’ve been extra sensitive.
“I can’t wait, princess. I want to kiss and touch you everywhere, but I don’t know that I can hold back.” I place kisses along her neck and inhale her sweet scent.
“I don’t want you to hold back. I need it,” she whispers, almost as if she’s begging me for it. “I need you.”
“You have me, Viola. Always.”
Reaching down, she tugs at my zipper. I can barely take it anymore. As I undo my jeans, pull them down with my boxer shorts, and free my cock into her palm, she wraps her hands around her back and unclasps her bra. As soon as I’m stripped down to nothing, she begins stroking me, and I squeeze her breasts once again. After a few torturous moments, I spin her around and bend her over the arm of the couch.
She squeals, but quickly regains her footing. Kneeling behind her, I pull her jeans and panties down until she’s able to kick them off. I spread her legs apart and slide my hands up her thighs. Cupping her ass, I bend her over further until I see those pretty pink lips of hers.
When she arches her back, which pushes her ass out farther for me, I take that as an invite and slide my tongue up her slit. She shivers, and I do it over and over until she begs for more.
I love the taste of her and can’t get enough. I push one finger inside her, and then another. Sucking on her clit, her hips start going wild as she searches for her release.
“It’s not going to be that easy, princess,” I say, slowing my rhythm. I pull her cheeks farther apart and dive back in, wanting to feel her release on my tongue.
“Yesyesyes…” she mutters against the cushions. I know she’s about to lose her mind. I push two fingers inside again and work her until she’s ready to collapse. “Ohmygod...fuck, yes.”
“I want to hear you, Viola. Loud.”
She grinds her sweet ass against my face until I feel her body tense. “One!”
I smile, knowing it’s the first of many tonight. She tastes so fucking sweet as she comes on my tongue. My fingers slow down, but I’m not remotely close to being finished with her. I stand and reposition her, so we’re angled just right. Gripping her hips, I palm my cock and stroke it a few times before sliding inside her. At first, slow and deep. Her moans escalate louder and louder with each thrust. Then I lean over her body and cup her breasts with both hands as I speed up my pace and feel every inch push inside her—fast and deep, with no apologies. She’s mine, and I’m claiming all of her.
She pants and moans and begs. This is the Viola I’ve missed. I love watching her be a mother to our daughter, and she’s become an amazing partner, but if there’s one thing that’s never fizzled between us, it’s the chemistry we share. The all-encompassing, must-have-you-now, love-you-more-than-ever-before kind of chemistry. A decade’s worth of built up tension, an explosive heat that’s undeniable.
I place a hand on her back and slide it up her spine. Fisting her hair, I pull until her head falls back, and I can see the outline of her throat. She moans louder, which only encourages my deep thrusts. I love the way her body looks right now, her skin soft and warm, her arms sprawled out in front of her as she tries to regulate her breathing, but it’s no use. I don’t plan to be finished with her anytime soon.
“Do you remember our first time?” I growl, pulling her body back, so she’s flush against mine. I press my lips to her ear. “That first time nearly broke me, princess. Fuck, I had wanted you so bad for so long.”
“I remember,” she responds, and I thrust harder. “I remember you got really emotional and started crying. Then you asked if you could hold me all night.”
The corner of her lips tilts up, and I know she’s enjoying messing with me.
“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble,” I warn.
“It usually does.”
I cup her ass and spread her cheeks as I thrust deeper and harder until she continues counting once again. She lies across the arm of the couch again, but I don’t let her rest. Not just yet.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, my fingers find her pussy and begin rubbing her clit. I love how wet she gets for me. The sweet smell of her arousal lingers, and I know she’s going to lose herself at any moment.
I pull back and turn her around, so she’s against my chest. I cup a hand around her neck and pull her mouth to mine. My fingers find her clit again as I part her lips with my tongue. It never feels like enough with her; I always crave more of her. She squeezes her hands around my biceps as she hangs on for control.
“Why do you enjoy torturing me?” she asks against my lips. I smile, knowing she’s
enjoying every bit of it just as I am.
“Why do you defy me, princess? Give me what I want, and we’ll both be happy.” I press my finger deeper inside her.
“I’m not letting you win that easy, King.” She tries closing her legs, but I block her with my knee.
“Play by the rules, and we’ll both win,” I warn as I part her legs open again.
“I don’t trust your rules.” She smirks. I feel her body tensing the deeper I push inside her, and I can’t wait another second to be inside her again.
“Good.” I grin. “You shouldn’t.” Wrapping my arms around her body and cupping her ass with both hands, I lift her body up until both legs wrap around my waist. She squeals as she clings to my neck and grinds her pussy against my shaft.
“Put me down!”
“Not until you say the magic words,” I taunt as I carry her over to the fireplace.
“Fuck off, Travis?”
I smack my hand across her ass cheek, and she squeals. “That’s what you get for breaking the rules, princess.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I lower her to the floor next to the fireplace and climb on top of her. “That smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. Are you ready to pay the price?”
“Give me your best, King.”
“Carpet burn did look good on you, especially since I was the one who put it there.” I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss down the length of her jaw. She arches her back as I make my way down her chest and wrap my lips around her nipple. Her hands find my hair, and as she weaves her fingers through, I swirl my tongue around her other nipple and pull it into my mouth.
“God, yes!” she cries out, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
I lower my hand and slide a finger inside her once again. She clenches her pussy, and I slide another one inside. I love hearing her beg for it, and I don’t plan to stop until she does.
“Let me hear you, Viola,” I growl, rubbing the pad of my thumb against her clit as I push deeper inside. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
“I’m not begging for it. Move aside, and I’ll do it myself.” She shakes her hips, trying to get out of my grip.
“Defying me only makes me harder, princess.” I press my hips against hers as I grip my hand around her wrist, stopping her from going lower. “You should know that by now.”
“And you should know better than to deny me.” She bites her lower lip, and I know she’s enjoying teasing the hell out of me. She lowers her hand and palms my cock, but when I arch my hips into her, she stops me.
“Goddammit, Viola,” I hiss, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. “You’re going to pay for that one.”
I grab both of her wrists and push them above her head. I part her legs with my knee, and once her legs wrap around my waist, I slide inside her. Her head falls back, and I thrust deeper, waiting to hear that throaty moan. Releasing her wrists, I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. She moans against my lips and my pace increases, feeling her clench around my cock as the intensity builds. The way her body responds to mine, and the way I can’t get enough of her, lets me know without a doubt that she was made for me, and I was made for her. Everything that happened between us has built up to moments just like this. Pure perfection.
Our bodies speak louder than our words ever could. “I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it.”
“It’d be dark, cold, and pointless,” she says, the corner of her lips tilting up.
“Always a smartass.”
“Always.”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, Viola Fisher.” I kiss her and don’t let go until her body gives in and she releases around my cock.
“I love you too, Travis King.” Her body shakes, and she screams, clawing her nails into my arms as she continues counting. And it’s the sweetest fucking sound in the entire world.
We end up huddled under a blanket, and when I wake up, Viola is sound asleep at my side. I decide to put a couple of logs on the fire, so the room heats up before she wakes up. I don’t plan to allow Viola to get dressed until we have to leave. This weekend is all about us, and I plan on taking full advantage.
I made sure the fridge and cupboards were stocked before we arrived. As I’m digging around for something to feed her, I feel her arms wrap around my waist. Turning around, I see she’s wrapped up in a blanket, her hair a wild mess, and her eyes glassed over.
“What are you doing?” she asks, looking up at me.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her body into mine and kiss the top of her nose. “Looking for something to make for you to eat. You’re going to need all the energy you can get.”
“Mm...so your master plan is to feed and fuck me all weekend?”
“Yes.” I smile. “Didn’t you get the memo?”
She chuckles and nods. “Better feed me good then.”
The next two days fly by, and as much as I miss Ginny, I wish we had more time. I devoured every inch of Viola on every surface of the cabin: the shower, kitchen counter, dining room table, and the hot tub.
“Well, I’d say we got our money’s worth,” Viola says as I carry the luggage to the door where she’s waiting for me.
“Considering we broke the bed in four places, I imagine they’ll be sending a bill.”
She chuckles at the memory, as I wrap my arm around her and kiss her once more before taking the luggage out to the car. She follows me out, looking more exhausted than when we arrived, but I know it was exactly what we both needed.
Once the luggage is packed and the car is loaded, I lean my back against the car and smile as she stands between my legs. This was a weekend I’ll never forget, and I can’t wait to marry her and make her my wife.
“This was a perfect weekend,” she says, resting her head against my chest.
“It really was,” I agree. “However, I think we can top it on the honeymoon.”
“Yeah?”
I nod in certainty. “Mile high club. Sex on the beach. Sex in the ocean. Sex in an old church.”
“A church?” she exclaims, narrowing her eyes at me in disapproval.
“Why not? It’s our honeymoon.” I shrug casually. “Speaking of...are we going to set a date soon? Now that the firm is up and running, and Ginny is getting bigger, I think it’s time. Don’t you?”
She looks up at me and pulls her lips into her mouth, and I worry I’ve said the wrong thing. I study her face and see concern written all over, and immediately think the worst.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No! Nothing like that,” she says. “I love you, and of course I want to marry you.”
“Then what is it?” I brush a strand of hair off her face, and she shivers.
“Well…” She takes a deep breath. “How do you feel about planning it nine months out?”
“I would marry you tomorrow if I could, but I want to give you the wedding of your dreams, so whether it’s a month from now or nine, I’m all in.”
“Good.” She smiles. “Because in nine months, we’ll have our hands pretty full.”
I narrow my eyes as I notice the glow on her cheek, and it finally hits me.
Ho-ly shit.
Epilogue
Viola
ONE YEAR LATER
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a young princess who awaited a prince who would give her everything she ever dreamed of…love, passion, loyalty. He’d be the sweetest, kindest, most heartwarming gentleman a girl could ever ask for. And he’d be perfect.
…And he is. Travis King, my prince charming.
I can hardly believe it’s here.
But here we are, just two weeks until we say I do.
It’s been almost two years since Travis proposed, and only three months since the arrival of baby James. Yes, we continued with our theme, even if Travis really pushed for a name from Bridget Jones. He’s never winning that battle.
We finally set a date for a fall wedding in September, and even though I’m more than ready to become Mrs. Travis King, fitting into my wedding dress after having a baby has stressed me out. That led to stress eating, which ultimately led to more stress about not fitting into the wedding dress.
Travis has been amazing through it all, and no matter how crazy my hormones were, or how stubborn I was on wedding details, he’s stayed by my side. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love him more now than I ever have before. He’s an incredible father, and watching him with our kids is a daily reminder of how lucky I am.
As I lie in bed with James on one side of me after an early morning feeding, and Ginny on the other side, squeezed between Travis and me, it’s easy to see how much our lives have changed in just two years. King Marketing was named as one of Fortune’s 100 Fastest-Growing Companies of the Year, which was a surprise and a blessing. The amount of exposure the company received was beyond anything we ever imagined. Small and large businesses from every corner of the map have contracted our services. Before James was born, I helped out at the firm when I could, but since Ginny is still little too, I’ve chosen to be the most kick-ass stay-at-home mom ever, and I love every minute of it. I’ve even started blogging about mommy stuff and books—two of my biggest passions.
Between diaper changes and constantly picking up toys, Courtney’s dragged me to wedding vendor events, dress fittings, cake tastings, and worse of them all, shoe shopping. I don’t mean metaphorically, but has dragged me out of the house, pushed me into the car, and held my hand as we walked into my last dress fitting.
“As my maid of honor, I expect you to keep all carbs away from me until the wedding. Got it?” I say as the bridal stylist laces me up. “It’ll be a miracle if my boobs can squeeze into this.”
Officially unable to breathe, the stylist gets me in my dress. It’s not over-the-top glam like Courtney tried to make me wear, but sweet and simple. A strapless sweetheart neckline, embroidered bodice, and lace skirt. If I even look at a cheeseburger, I will bust out of this thing, but the moment I tried it on, I knew it was the dress I’d be wearing when I stood in front of Travis King to say, “I do.”
