by Ella Miles
My eyes widen. “It’s more than enough.” I kiss her gently on the cheek.
“You still pissed at me?” I ask.
She licks her lips as her eyes tear through my tuxedo. “I can’t stay mad at you, no matter how hard I try.”
I smirk. “Good, because I really need the hot wedding sex tonight. This week has been torture for me.”
She bites her lip. “Me too.”
Damn, that’s sexy.
“You ready?” I ask, eyeing the impatient minister out of the corner of my eye.
She smirks. “Yes.”
We’re married.
I’m not sure it has sunk in yet, but the ring on my finger tells me otherwise. And the look in my bride’s eyes tells me it’s true.
“You got me a simple ring,” Larkyn says, holding up the plain gold band I bought her to serve as her wedding ring. “Does that mean I don’t have to wear the enormous engagement ring all the time?”
My lips thin a little. The engagement ring has a lot of sentimental value to me. I’d love for her to wear it always, although I know it’s not realistic for her to. It’s too big and doesn’t fit her style. I should tell her why the ring means so much to me, and why I want her to wear it, but I’m not ready to share my story, yet.
I kiss her hand where both rings rest as we sit in the backseat of a limo on the way to my house. I thought about getting a hotel room for the night, but I don’t want her in a hotel room. I want her at my house where she belongs.
“You only have to wear it to parties or events you attend with me.“
She relaxes her head on my shoulder. “We need to get a safe for it when I’m not wearing it, so I don’t lose it.”
I kiss the top of her head. My life is perfect. Everyone believed our wedding to be real. No woman hit on me at the reception. In fact, most of the single woman tried to give me a wide berth when walking near me. Larkyn’s family seemed to believe what we have is real. Her father even appeared a bit proud when he looked at Larkyn, though he will never admit it to her.
“So are you whisking me to an exotic place for our honeymoon?” she asks, yawning.
I pull her closer into me, and she cuddles her head against my chest. We have at least a thirty-minute drive from here to my house.
“No, sorry,” I say chuckling.
“That’s okay. I was hoping we could stay at your place. I’m too exhausted to want to travel all over the world.”
I stroke her hair, loving having her head against my chest. “We will go on a belated honeymoon in the fall or around the holidays if you want. Now isn’t a good time with everything going on at work.” Or with Sebastian, I think, but don’t tell Larkyn. I need to keep my thoughts of my brother private from Larkyn.
“Stressed?” she asks.
“Not as much anymore, now that we are married,” I say.
Her eyes flutter open, and I can see she has a dark thought.
“What?”
She licks her lips. “I can help you relieve some stress.”
Yes. God, yes.
“I think I’ve flipped a switch in your head and changed you from innocent to sex goddess,” I say, loving the look she’s giving me.
I think she’s going to straddle my lap so I can fuck her in the back of the limo, but she doesn’t.
Instead, her hands go for the button and zipper on my pants. She undoes my pants and slowly pushes them down, along with my underwear until my cock springs free.
She eyes me as she licks her lips again. She hesitates for a second and grasps my cock firmly with her hand. Rubbing it up and down gently.
I gasp. She has never touched my cock with her hand. Either she wasn’t brave enough, or I never gave her the chance.
She grins when she sees my reaction.
“You don’t ever have to ask to touch me like this,” I say between heated breaths.
She keeps her gorgeous, big eyes on me as she lowers her lips and sucks the head.
My eyes roll back in my head as a curse leaves my lips at how incredible the blissful touch of her lips on me feels.
I open my eyes to watch as her mouth takes most of me in, and then slowly rakes her teeth back up my cock.
Sexy as hell.
I grip her hair, doing everything I can to not force her head back down over my cock. I want her to be in control. And she wouldn’t let me take it from her right now even if I wanted to.
Her lips curl up as she sees what she’s doing to me. Her head comes all the way off my cock as a drop of pre-cum coats the top. Her tongue licks across the tip, grabbing the drop of liquid off before she swallows it down.
I ache. Everywhere. What is she doing to me?
She smirks as if to show she knows exactly what she’s doing. Suddenly her mouth comes down on my cock, until she has every bit of me in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I moan, not able to hold back.
I buck underneath her mouth. She meets my thrusts and begins moving her mouth up and down, stroking me at the same speed I’m moving.
I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. All I can do is feel every bit of her mouth, tongue, and throat moving over me like an expert that has done this exact thing thousands of times before. I don’t have to tell her what I want. She knows. She moves faster, harder when I want her to. She scrapes the tiniest bit of her teeth against my head and then swirls her tongue over the top before sucking me in again.
I growl, looking her dead in the eye, telling her I’m about to come, so stop sucking me if she doesn’t want to taste my cum. I can’t speak, so it’s the only way I can warn her.
She grins around my cock and takes me in further as I shoot my load down her throat. My cock pulses over and over in her mouth, until she’s milked every last drop from me.
When I finish, she neatly tucks me back into my pants with the broadest smile possible on her face.
“You’ve done that before,” I say, watching her smirk.
“No.”
“Then, how?”
She blushes.
“How?” I ask again.
“I did a few internet searches…” She winces and blushes like it’s a bad thing.
I chuckle. “You watched porn?”
She nods.
I laugh, a full belly laugh. I grab her steaming red cheeks and kiss her on the lips. “You’re incredible. Don’t ever be ashamed of watching porn. I kind of like it.”
She leans back like she’s exhausted.
“Oh, you don’t get to be tired yet.”
“Why not?”
The driver pulls up into my driveway.
“Because it’s my turn to repay the favor.”
I open my door and jump out before pulling her out into my arms so I can carry her into our house.
“You don’t have to carry me. We aren’t really married.”
I scowl. “We are really married.”
She rolls her eyes. “We aren’t in love. We aren’t planning on staying married. We signed a contract. We aren’t really married.”
“A prenup.”
She sighs. “A contract I can already see I need to amend.”
I frown, stopping before I carry her inside. “Why?”
“Because you have to stop being so nice to me all the time. I told you, I can’t like you. Only the sex part. You need to be more of a jerk to me.”
“I was. I walked out on you after we had sex without a word.”
“And then you sent me sushi and a note, making it all better. You can’t keep doing that. You need to treat me like any of the other women you fucked and didn’t want a relationship with. The boundaries get too confusing otherwise. You can’t do anything a boyfriend would do for me unless we are in public.” Her eyes darken and her lips tense, and I know she’s serious.
“No, I like treating you well.”
“You need to stop. I can’t handle it. That’s why we keep going weeks without seeing each other. Now that we are fake married, we have to have boundaries. Mine is that we can have sex
and we can do public appearances together as husband and wife. Otherwise, you treat me like a roommate that you can barely tolerate. No date nights. No sleeping in my bed. No snuggling. No watching chick flicks with me. Nothing.”
I hate every single word leaving her mouth.
“And if I don’t agree?”
“No more sex.”
Damn, she’s serious. And stubborn. I am too, but I’m not going to win this fight tonight.
“Fine.”
She grins. “Now put me down. You aren’t carrying me over the threshold like I’m your bride.”
I grin, because she just gave me the out I was looking for. “No.”
“You just agreed—”
“I agreed to treat you like a roommate and be an ass on occasion. Tonight, I’m going to be an ass. You don’t want me to carry you over the threshold, but I do. Get pissed at me.”
She does. The pout on her face is adorable, but it isn’t gentle. She’s pissed. And as much as I want to kiss her pout away, I won’t. She wants me to be a jerk, which means not giving her everything she wants. She’ll be begging me to be nice in a matter of days.
I carry her into my house. I don’t bother to flip on the lights. I don’t need them for what I’m about to do.
“Fine, you made your point. Now put me down.”
I walk over to my sturdy dining room table with a view out into the forest.
“Fine.”
I return her to her feet roughly, not waiting for her to gain her balance before I spin her around and shove her stomach onto the top of the table.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Fucking you.”
She gasps.
I growl.
She’s not going to win this war. She’s not going to fall in love with me no matter what I do. I always fuck up relationships. She might as well get over this insistence that we can’t be nice to each other and let me do what I want.
I undo my pants quickly, pushing them down as I hike up her dress. I’ve never fucked her from behind. She’s never been fucked from behind. Each new thing I try with her is her first. I love being the first to teach her new things. I jerk her panties down, tearing them to rip them off her body.
She gasps again as my hand finds her pussy, flicking my thumb across her clit. She tries to move off the table, but my hand on her back keeps her down. I kick her legs apart as my cock pushes against her entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you without a condom unless you tell me to stop,” I say.
She swallows at my words and takes a deep breath. “Fuck me.”
I slide in, in one punishing thrust.
Larkyn cries out, grasping onto the side of the table as I slam into her.
I wait for a second, letting her get used to my cock inside her. From this angle, I can get so much deeper than before.
“This is how I fuck women who mean nothing to me,” I whisper in her ear as I thrust in and out. Not touching her clit. Or building her in any way.
She bites her lip to keep from telling me to stop.
My hand reaches down between her legs and finds the bundle of nerves I know will set her off.
“This is how I fuck women I care about,” I say, rubbing her clit and nibbling on her ear.
“You choose.”
I stop suddenly.
She growls.
“Which will it be?”
“Make me come, you asshole.”
I smile. I win this round.
I find the sweet spot again as I thrust hard until we both come.
I pull out and tuck myself back in. I just fucked a woman without a condom. A first for her and me. It felt fantastic.
She slowly climbs off the table and lowers her wedding dress to glower at me.
I cock my head to the side. “I’ll show you to your bedroom. The movers finished moving you in while we were at our wedding.”
I walk down the hallway to the door right next to mine. It isn’t the second largest room in my house, but I wanted her close to me, even though I still plan on getting her in my bed as often as I can.
Her eyes widen when she sees the room, like I just showed her into a room fit for a queen. I guess I did compared to the place she used to occupy.
“You like it?” I ask.
She nods.
“Or you could always stay in my room tonight. I’d be happy to fuck again or snuggle if that’s what you prefer.”
She ignores me and runs her hands over the silk fabric of the white bedspread I bought for her. I let her keep her old bed because it is a decent bed, but the shaggy bedspread had to go.
“What happens tomorrow?” she asks.
I smile. “Tomorrow, I plan on staying home and fucking my wife as many times as she will let me.”
Her eyes grow heavy with lust. She will let me fuck her plenty.
“And then, we can go shopping for a couple of dresses for events you’ll be attending the rest of the month.”
She frowns. “I don’t need you to pay for nice dresses for me.”
I sigh. Pick my battles and don’t fight. “Fine. I don’t have to be at work again until Tuesday. Have you found a job yet?”
She narrows her eyes. “I already have a job.”
“At the yoga studio?”
She nods.
I frown. “Have you applied for any jobs, now that you graduated with a business degree? I have some openings at my company. You could come work for me. Just get me a resume, and let me know what area you are interested in working in.”
“No, I have a job. I’m not going to work for you.”
I study her. Something doesn’t add up.
“One million dollars doesn’t go as far as you think. Especially if you spend it all on dresses for events with me, instead of letting me pay for them.”
She glares at me. “Don’t worry; I make enough money.”
“I just thought you would want to get a job in a big corporation now that you’ve graduated.”
She falls back on her bed. “You sound like my father.”
I wince. I pushed too far. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push. Just trying to understand so I know when I’ll be seeing you.”
She closes her eyes, and I know she’ll be asleep in seconds.
I want to know what she’s planning on doing with the money I gave her. Maybe then it will give me more insight into her.
“Other than sex, do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“I’m going to run.”
“But your ankle is still injured.”
“I have a doctor’s note saying it’s safe for me to train again. I heal quickly.” Her eyes and smile are bright again as she says it.
I smile and walk over to her. I pull her up so I can kiss her firmly. She melts in my arms, and I know I could convince her to sleep in my bed if I tried at all. But I’m going to respect her wishes and treat her like she’s a roommate. It’s the only way to convince her to sleep in my bed long-term.
I pull back, and she looks desperate for another kiss. Her body leans forward, and her eyes are still closed, waiting for another kiss that isn’t coming.
“I’ll see you tomorrow to train. I’ll enjoy kicking your ass, roommate.”
“I figured you’d be the type to get up at five am to workout,” I say, stretching as Larkyn sits on one of my barstools with her elbows leaning on my granite counter, sipping a cup of coffee.
Larkyn narrows her eyes at me. “I am. I’m surprised you’re up this early.”
I grin and pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot she left on. “I also happen to be a morning person who prefers to workout in the early morning hours before most people are awake.”
I lift my coffee cup to my lips. Larkyn doesn’t smile at me. Her lips turn downward before she yawns.
“Tired?” I ask.
She nods.
I smile.
“Why does me being tired make you happy?”
I smirk at her deviously as I walk over to her, a
nd lean down by her ear to whisper, even though nobody else is in the house to hear me. “Because it means I’m winning.”
She scoffs and slams her coffee cup down harder than she intended to, and she winces. “Sorry. But you are not winning. I slept poorly on my first night in a new place. I always do.”
“You would have slept just fine if you were in my bed.”
She scowls and stands up pressing her tiny body against mine. “No, I wouldn’t have, because we would have fucked all night long.”
A slow smile curls up until it reaches my eyes. “You think I can last all night long?” I pause pretending to think. “You’re right I can. You would have at least had a more enjoyable experience than tossing and turning all night, dreaming about me.”
Finally, she takes a step back with a tiny smile of her own on her lips.
“What’s that smile for?” I ask, taking another drink of my coffee while I check her body out in her running shorts and neon pink sports bra. Her abs flex with every movement of her body. Damn, I’ve only been awake for five minutes, and I already want to fuck her. I’ve never needed sex as much as when I’m around her. I pride myself on being in control of my body, and not needing sex unless I choose it.
“Nothing, just realized that I’m winning.”
I frown. “It doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing.”
She holds her head high. “That’s because you’re too focused on trying to be as big of a jerk as possible until it pisses me off and I give in and want you to return to the charming man you were before. It’s not going to work. I prefer a challenge. I prefer to take care of myself. I don’t need you taking care of me or being nice to me. All I need is your cock at the end of the night.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Only at the end of the night?”
“Yes,” she breathes, but it’s a lie. She wants me right now. Her breath sped up, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glossed over with thoughts of me fucking her.
“So what does our workout consist of today? Some walking, light jogging, weight lifting, stretches, what?” I ask, trying to keep my eyes on her face instead of her abs and legs.
She smirks. “I was thinking an easy ten-mile run to warm up, and then some lifting. I saw the gym you have in the basement.”
