Marriage Material

by Riley, Alexa

  “Just because she’s infatuated with you doesn’t mean that this is real. She’s just got some crush on you that will turn to heartbreak when you kick her out in a month.”

  “I don’t know where you’ve gotten your information from, but that’s just an outright lie.” I clench my fist at my side just thinking about not having Robin with me. “I moved here to raise my daughter in a place that we could make a home. I never expected to find someone as wonderful as Robin in the process. She’s an exceptional person who is kind and loving beyond anything I’ve ever known. She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen in my life, but she’s that way on the inside, too. The day I looked at her I knew she was the one, and to belittle that by saying I’m going to toss her aside really pisses me off.”

  There’s silence in the room as I look to all her brothers.

  “I came here to take Robin home, and that’s where she’s staying from now on. You guys are important to her, and what you think is important to her. So I urge you to not create a rift between our family and yours.” I place my hand on her hip as I take a small step towards Kent. “And if you ever set foot on my property with the intent to take what’s mine again, I’ll not only have your badge, but I’ll have your ass with it.”

  He narrows his eyes at me and I just stare right back at him, challenging him to say any different. I mean what I said and there’s nothing I’ll let come between Robin and me. Ever.

  “As far as those pictures you told me about, I’ve made some calls and I have someone on it. She’s safe with me and I want my eyes on her at all times from now on. I won’t risk anything happening to her, and by my side is the safest place for her to be.”

  “Take me home,” Robin says as she gently tugs on my arm.

  “Anything you want, beautiful,” I say, taking her hand as we leave the kitchen.

  When we walk to the front of the house I see her dad holding Charlotte, who is fast asleep. Robin’s mom is only inches away, looking down her at her like she wants to take the baby out of his arms.

  “I said you could hold her for a minute. Time is up,” her mom says, and her dad tries to turn so she can’t get to the baby.

  “Just give me five more.”

  “Now you’ll never get Charlotte back,” Robin says.

  “Hey, Anderson.” Robin’s mom stands up and comes over to block me from Charlotte. “I was thinking since her diaper bag is all packed up with a couple of bottles, maybe you could leave her here with us for a few hours?” She looks up at me with pleading eyes that are so much like Robin’s.

  “I don’t know,” I say and look at her sleeping so soundly. “She’s never stayed away from me before.”

  “Just for a couple of hours. I’ll have her back before dinner. We could bring her back with some supper for you two?” she tries again, and I can see that she really wants to. “Let me get some baby snuggles in and then do something nice for you two. I want to try and make up for Kent showing his ass.”

  Robin chuckles beside me and I look down at her. She nods like it’s okay, so I agree. Robin's mom looks so happy, but her dad is practically beaming. They really do love babies.

  I kiss Charlotte goodbye and Robin does the same before we get in my car and head back home. On the drive back it’s quiet between us, but there’s something simmering below the surface.

  “There’s a lot of things we need to talk about,” she says, and I squeeze her hand. “Like what you said before I left the house and what all this means now.”

  “There are a lot of things that need to be said.” I glance over at her as I turn into the driveway. “But when I get you in the house, talking is the last thing I’m going to do.”

  I park the car and go around to open her door and help her out. When I take her hand in mine I pull her body to my side as we make our way in the house. I unlock the door then go inside and lock it back. I set the alarm for good measure, and once that’s done I scoop Robin up in my arms.

  She lets out a squeal as I take her upstairs and carry her into the bedroom. “I’ve got a team of private investigators looking into those pictures. And in the meantime, I’ve got a couple of security guys stationed around the house.”

  “I didn’t see anyone out there,” she says, looking around like they might pop out.

  “That’s the point.” She smiles when I kiss her neck. “You’re safe with me.”

  “What are you doing?” she asks as I walk her into the bathroom and stand her up before I go and turn on the shower.

  Once the water is running I pull my shirt off and slip off my shoes. “We’re going to take a shower and then I’m going to take you to bed.” I wrap my hand around her waist as I tug her against me. “I lose control when I’m near you, so if you want me to stop, you’re going to have to say the word.”

  She bites her lip as she runs her hands down my bare chest. “Don’t stop, just go slow.”

  I nod because I don’t think I can form words right now. At least not when all the blood in my body has just rushed to my cock.

  Her hands slide down to the waist of my jeans, and I lean back so I can watch her undo them. When my belt and zipper are open, she pushes them down my legs and I kick them off. The front of my boxer briefs are tented, and there’s no hiding my need for her. I help her take her shirt off and then it’s followed by her sleep shorts.

  I stare at her in her bra and panties and reach up and slowly trail a finger down between her breasts. I can feel her heartbeat there, and I place my palm on her chest as lean forward to kiss her lips. They’re soft but eager as she opens for me, and I taste her tongue against mine.

  My hands go to the clasp of her bra and I unfasten it so her hard nipples graze against my chest. When my fingers go to the edge of her panties I stop, not because I want to but because I want to remember this moment clearly. The image of her bared to me for the first time is burned in my brain as I slip the soft cotton off her round hips and she steps free of them.

  “So beautiful,” I say as I take off my boxer briefs and pull her into the shower.

  The hot water sends steam all around us, and the glass door fogs up. I walk her back against the tile as I grab the soap and kneel down in front of her. I begin with her feet and work my way up her thick thighs. Her naked pussy is right in front of my mouth and every now and then I’ll lean forward and kiss her there. She’s almost as soft as the lips on her mouth, but each place is sweeter than heaven.

  “Spread your legs,” I say, and she does as I ask.

  I glide two fingers over her clit and then inside of her warmth. She squeezes me just like she did first thing this morning and I ache for her to do the same to my cock. I lean forward and tongue her clit and she cries out my name. Her little button is hard and her body is wound tight. How can she feel so perfect and right? How can I have fallen so incredibly hard so fast?

  Her legs shake as she tenses and rocks her pussy against my mouth. She’s so close that all it takes is a few flicks of my tongue and she comes undone. I look up and watch her body shiver as her nipples tighten. I suck on her pussy as her pleasure rolls over her, and my cock drips cum on the shower floor. I won’t last a minute inside her.

  After I’ve wrung out all that she has to give me, I stand up and begin to wash the rest of her body. My hard cock nestles between us and I soap it up as I rub it against her soft belly.

  “I want you here,” she says, grabbing my length and moving it between her soft thighs.

  I hiss as my thickness spreads her lips and slides between them when she rolls her hips back and forth. I want to thrust into her and sink balls deep into that pretty virgin pussy she’s got for me, but I take a breath and steel myself.

  “You’re going to be too tight,” I hiss as her pussy takes the tip of my cock and squeezes it. “It won’t fit.” I grit my teeth and pound my fist against the tile as she keeps on torturing me.

  “We could try, right?” she asks as she looks up at me with those innocent eyes.

 
“Fuck,” I moan as cum leaks out of me, and I know it’s smearing all over her pussy.

  She rests her hands on my chest as she spreads her legs a little wider. When she pushes her hips forward she takes more of my cock and my knees become weak. The tight heat wrapped around my dick is nearly painful, but I can’t tell her to stop. Nothing is working right in my brain right now. The only thing that I can focus on is the throbbing in my cock.

  I lean down and kiss her softly as my fingers go to her nipples. Right when I pinch them, she slides down a few more inches on my cock and I feel her body tense as she cries out. I gasp when I feel her virginity pop and I’m inside a woman for the first time.

  “You are so perfect,” I whisper against her lips as I hold myself still. I don’t want to hurt her and I’m afraid if I move that I’m going to cum far too soon.

  “I’m glad I waited for you,” she says as she looks up at me.

  I run my fingers through her wet hair and kiss the drops of water off her lips. There is a powerful tether between us that’s pulling us close, and I’ve never experienced something so intense. The only thing I can call it is love, because it’s everything all at once. Is it crazy that it’s happened so fast? I’ve never put my life on a timetable and I’ve always let things happen when they felt right. Nothing has ever felt so right before, and in this moment, I won’t hold back.

  “I love you, Robin.” I hold her face with both my hands as I look into her eyes. “I know it’s soon and you don’t have to say it back—”

  “I love you, too,” she says immediately.

  She smiles so big as I wrap my arms around her and pick her up. My cock sinks further into her as I turn off the water and carry her out of the shower. We’re soaking wet, but I don’t care. I need to hold her close and I want her on her back.

  When I lay her down on the blanket, I thrust all the way into her and feel her wet pussy all the way to the root of my cock. She’s so tight yet smooth as I glide in and out of her. I feel her legs wrap around my waist as I hold her hips down and drag my cock across her clit with every thrust. She cries out and digs her nails into me, and I welcome the sting. I want her to mark me like I’m going to do inside of her. I’ve never felt the need to cum so strongly, and I don’t know how long I can last.

  “I knew the first time I saw you, I’d have you in my bed,” I say as I slide into her and then back out. “I saw these hips and knew you’d make us more babies.”

  “Oh god, Anderson.” Her pussy clenches, and she slicks my cock up with her desire.

  “I love you, Robin, and that’s what’s going to happen now. You’re going to give Charlotte a baby brother or sister. I’m going to have you on your back every chance I get. You’re mine now and I’m not letting you get away. Even if that means I have to tie you to me in every way possible.”

  My cock swells with the need to release just as her body peaks and she cums all over it. Her own climax takes me over the edge and her pussy massages my seed out of me. I have to hold myself up on my elbows as I groan and empty inside of her.

  I can’t believe how dirty I talked to her, but it was all the truth. Every dark fantasy I’d held back just shot forward and I couldn’t stop it. She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed a wife could be and I know that I’m going to make her my bride.

  “I think I’m dead,” she laughs as she lies boneless on the bed.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll save you,” I say as I kiss my way down her neck and to her breasts. I slowly begin to move inside of her again and she moans. “See, there, all better.”

  Her body responds to mine and we make love all over again. By the time we’re too weak to do it again, the sheets are dry and we let sleep take us away.

  Chapter 9

  Robin

  Anderson catches me by surprise in the hallway and pushes me up against the wall. I was just coming to look for him, but I shouldn't be surprised. He never lets me get too far from him, which has been a small problem when I’m trying to plan things for his birthday. The one he thinks I don’t know about. The only reason I was able to find out is because his wallet fell off the side table in our bedroom. When I picked it up his driver license slipped out and I saw his birthday. I couldn’t believe I never even thought to ask him before then.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, but I don’t think he wants an answer. His mouth covers mine as he unties my robe. “Fuck. I love this thing.” When it opens he doesn't waste a moment lifting me into his strong arms. I wrap my legs around him and hold on as he pushes inside of me. “Always so wet and ready for it.”

  “Always.” I clench around him as he thrusts in and out of me and my orgasm builds.

  It’s been over three weeks since we first made love and I thought maybe we were going at it so much because we were both virgins making up for lost years of not knowing how great sex was. But with every day that goes by I want him more. We just can’t get enough of each other and I have a feeling that’s never going to change. If anything it’s proven to me we’re made for each other and it’s been that way from the start.

  I’m so close to the edge, but I don’t want to fall over. I want to hold off and make it last longer, but I know I won’t be able to. Not with how hard he’s pounding into me. The sound of his grunts as he pushes me against the wall is too much for me to take.

  “How are you still so tight?” he asks against my ear before nipping my neck.

  “It was made for you, that’s how.” I slide my hands up the back of his neck and dig my fingers into his hair.

  “Damn straight it was. It belongs to me. Say it.”

  God, I love when he gets possessive and demanding. I don’t hesitate to respond because he’s right, it does belong to him. I feel it down to my soul that we belong to each other.

  “It’s yours,” I cry out as his mouth covers mine to silence my orgasm. He jerks against me as his own hits, and I feel his warm release deep inside me. I feel myself tighten around him as my body begs for every drop. I close my eyes and my head falls back. Something about him cumming inside me always takes my breath away. I love it and I love him.

  He kisses my neck lazily once he’s spent. “Love you, beautiful.”

  My eyes slowly open and I smile at him. “I love you, too,” I say as I lean forward and kiss him.

  Everything has been so perfect lately. Well, within these walls it has been because I haven't ventured out much. I’ve been using the excuse about the pictures and possible stalker to stay locked away from the rest of the world. But I’m hiding from my problems and I don’t want to face them yet.

  “I’ve got a few errands I need to run,” he tells me as his cock slips from inside me. I moan at the loss of him as he places me on my feet. I watch as he tucks his cock back into his jeans and I lick my lips, forgetting about what he said. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that I’ll never be able to leave.”

  I blush upon realizing I got caught checking him out. You’d think I’d be used to seeing his body by now, but it still catches me off-guard. I think it’s more to do with the fact that he’s mine. It’s crazy how my life has changed so much so quickly.

  “And where is it you’re going?” I ask as I tie my robe closed, knowing he’s right. If I don’t cover up we will be back at it.

  “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He puts a finger under my chin, raising my head as he gives me another kiss. “Will my girls be okay without me for a few hours?”

  “We’ll miss you, but I think we’ll manage.” I tease him, and then it hits me. I can use this time to get his birthday stuff together. “I do love surprises,” I add, thinking this is perfect.

  “I’ll be gone a few hours.”

  “Take your time,” I say too quickly. “Charlotte and I will have some girl time,” I follow up, trying to hide my eagerness for him to go.

  “Not too long.” He gives me another kiss, and this time when he pulls away I’m left breathless.

  “Loc
k the door behind me.”

  I do as he says and set the alarm when he leaves. He had it installed after the weird pictures showed up. I actually keep forgetting about that whole mess because nothing else has happened since then, nor has anyone brought it up. I don’t talk about it because Anderson gets pissed, and I know he doesn't bring it up to me because he doesn't want me worrying about it. And it’s not as if I’m talking to Kent right now. He’d be the one who would talk about it, but it’s been radio silence since Anderson brought me home. How can I be so mad at someone and miss them like crazy? I haven't gone to a family dinner the last few weeks either. Ma and Dad have come over here a few times and I was shocked at how easy-going they were being about all this. My other brothers have all been calling and texting me like normal, so it’s odd being so happy but sad at the same time.

  Kent is just as stubborn as I am, though. He drives me crazy, but out of all my brothers we are actually the closest even though we are the furthest apart in age. I want him to be okay with this and to let Anderson and Charlotte into his life sooner rather than later. It’s hard having him mad at me. At least I think that’s what he is since we’ve never truly fought before.

  After heading back to our bedroom I get dressed quickly and pull my hair into a ponytail. When I walk into the nursery I smile when I see Charlotte is already awake.

  “You wanna help me go get Daddy’s birthday ready?” I ask her as I pick her up. She gives me a big smile. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I get her ready and gather her baby bag before I go out to my car. I have to grab the extra car seat I saw in the garage and put it in. Once we’re on the road we go to the grocery store first so I can get the things I need to make a birthday cake. It’s tradition in our family—the cake’s always made at home.

  My throat tightens when I think about how I can’t call and invite my whole family over to celebrate. I want to give Anderson my family like he’s given me his. I remember what my ma said the last time she came over. We fight hard, but we love harder. I know she's right but still it sucks.