Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  I peppered his face with hot, passionate kisses. Our bodies became slick and the sounds of our love making filled the air. I held him close and smelled his cologne. I loved that smell. It was the scent of a real man. The man I loved.

  I held him tight as he thrust in and out of my tight, greedy pussy. I used my pussy walls to great effect, milking and sucking his cock until he couldn't take it any longer.

  "I'm cumming!" He cried out and wrapped his arms around me tightly, pinning me to the carpet.

  I lifted my hips for him and he sank all the way into my thirsty pussy. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker. Soon I was going to have every drop of him inside me. A moment later his whole body stiffened and he covered my mouth with his and began pumping his fabulous seed into my hungry pussy. I lost track of the number of times he squirted inside me. He came so much that his cum was leaking out and down onto the floor. I never knew a man could cum so much.

  We stayed locked in our embrace for several minutes while his cock spasmed and the last of his cum flowed into me.

  After a few minutes of catching our breath, we managed to pull each other up and hobble into the bathroom for a shower.

  Sam glanced at the jacuzzi and limped his way over to it while I stood at the shower.

  “Want a bath?” he asked me, motioning for me to come over.

  “Hmm, it would be nice. Does it have water jets?”

  “Yes. Of course, or else my poor legs would be ripping with pain,” Sam pointed out.

  He started the water and the jacuzzi tub filled up with water. I grabbed some liquid soap and turned it into a bubble bath.

  His phone went off in the room and I went to go get it.

  Sam saw the number and looked at me. “It’s Mr. Gallock.” He answered the call and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi while I stood.

  “Hello, Mr. Gallock, what can I do for you?”

  There was a pause, and Sam’s face went pale.

  “But sir—”

  I could hear he angry squabbling of Mr. Gallock. That wasn’t good.

  The phone beeped, meaning Gallock hung up.

  “What was that?!” I asked, sitting next to Sam.

  He closed his eyes and bent over, resting his elbows on his knees.

  “It’s over. Benson… he blew it. He told Gallock everything. I thought he was a friend.”

  I rubbed Sam’s back and bit my lip.

  “Come on, let’s relax, Sam.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” he admitted. “But, I’m glad you can help me try.”

  His head was bent down, reeling in the sudden loss of his success. It wasn’t the end of the world, though.

  We slipped in one by one, and when we were all situated, Sam pushed open a small inlet on the edge of the jacuzzi behind us that hid two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

  He poured us the wine and sipped on our drinks.

  “Wendy, let’s do it. We can still do it,” he suddenly said, holding my hand.

  I shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

  Sam chuckled, and it was good to hear him laugh. “Come on silly. Let’s still get married. No matter what happens I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I made that mistake before, and I refuse to do that again.”

  “Me too,” I agreed.

  I got out of the jacuzzi and stood in front of him proudly with my hands on my hips. He dragged his eyes up at me and frowned.

  “But I do want you to understand something first,” Sam said. “The consequences of this aren’t going to leave me such a rich man.”

  “I don’t care about you being rich.” I pursed my lips and tapped my foot. This was beyond money now. This house wouldn’t be half the luxury it was without Sam in it. His whole aura filled the place with positive vibes. He made it warm and welcoming. Even down to the lemony scent of the cleaners that the house keepers used when they came by silently and did their jobs unseen.

  “I’m pretty rich now, but I was going to be very rich with this deal.”

  I laughed. “I don’t think you understand that I don’t really know the difference. Rich is rich to me. And it’s not even why I love you. I loved you before you were rich.”

  “Wendy. You’re the best thing that has happened to me, do you know that?” He reached out and grabbed the side of my hip, drawing me back over to the edge of the jacuzzi. I sat down and cupped his face, smiling at the slight tickle his stubble gave my hand. “I can still give you the one point two million dollars, or we can just, you know, share it, since we’ll be real married.”

  “Deal,” I agreed.

  Who needed one point two million dollars when you had this? My dad was making progress at rehab, Sam was with me again, and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like worthless shit that couldn’t do anything.

  That all together was priceless. But it was nice to know we would still have money, because, now that I had seen what life was like with it, I realized it was a pretty good thing to have. But love was an even better thing to have.

  Sam took my hand and slid the ring off my finger. Soapy bubbles got all over it as he held it in his hand and got out of the jacuzzi. He groaned and grunted, but managed to get down on one knee, his cock hanging between his legs just barely touching the ground.

  I licked my lips and didn’t realize he was holding the ring back out to me. Until he said…

  “Will you marry me, Wendy… for real?”

  I stood up and held out my hand. “I will.” He slipped the ring back on my finger and kissed my hand. He also brought me in to take another quick lick at my pussy. “You’re still a little cheesy, Sam,” I laughed.

  “That’s what you love about me. Let’s not tell Willow about the whole buying a fake wife part. Okay?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. That might be hard to do.” I got back into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi and motioned him to follow.

  “Huh, are you trying to say there’s a… small price to pay?”

  “Sorta. But it doesn’t involve money.”

  Sam pulled himself up and limped over. His cock was now in my face. Oh, the ideas… The ideas.

  “Then I think I have what you want.”

  Chapter 17 – Wendy

  The soft embrace of the bed greeted me as I mustered myself awake. I stretched my arms and squirmed around, stretching my legs and opening my eyes.

  The space next to me was empty.

  “Sam?”

  I got up and looked around and was blown back when I looked to my right by the closets…

  “No way. No way!” I cried, stumbling out the bed to see if this was real.

  The dress glittered in the soft hues of the sunlight that bounced off the pearls and diamonds that adorned the dress. It was on a golden wired fashion mannequin, the kind without a head and just the bust, down to the hips. Every little glint sent a shiver down my spine. The train of the dress was long as hell, but hey, I liked it.

  Sam picked this out for me?

  When I looked at the dress closer, I saw a vanilla card sticking out of the bust area of the dress. It read…

  Wendy, honey, I’m at work, but I wanted you to have this for our wedding day. Don’t let me see you in it though. You know what’s said about that! There’s also security out front and in the back. You’re not alone.

  A warmth filled my chest and immediately I knew that I had to tell my dad.

  This wasn’t a fake marriage anymore. It was real. And even though that one point two million had fallen through my hands in a vapor of smoke, I gained something much better.

  Something priceless.

  Love and protection.

  Something I had always looked for but thought I could never find. Ohh, Daddy was going to be so happy I was getting married. And maybe, just maybe I’d be able to walk in and see the old Dad I knew. The less depressed, vibrant one with ideas that could change the earth.

  “Let’s see,” I said, walking over to the closet. I had amassed a few nice digs whil
e I was here, and wanted to dress special for today. “It’s going to be warm, so maybe a nice dress.”

  I reached for a peach dress that stopped just below the knees. The color of it reminded me of a perky sort of happiness, much like I was experiencing right now. I freshened myself up in the bathroom and threw on the dress, then twirled in the mirror.

  ‘This has got to be the happiest I’ve seen myself in a while.’

  Grabbing my purse, I waltzed to the front door and saw security perched on the side. I waved, and they waved back.

  Sam wasted no time on getting reinforcements, huh?

  I pointed my keys at the line of four cars that were parked in the garage and watched as the Bentley flashed its lights and honked.

  The only thing I needed now was to see my dad just as happy as I was right now.

  ***

  I walked to the nurse’s desk and waited for her to get off the phone. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had to get to Dad quickly or else I’d end up screaming it up and down the halls like an idiot that I was getting married.

  “Hello, Ms. Monroe, may I help you?” the nurse asked, remembering my name.

  “Actually, it’s soon to be Mrs. Reign!” I said, showing her the huge ass rock sitting pretty on my finger.

  Her eyes grew big and she smiled. “Congratulations!”

  “Thanks. I was just here to check on my father and visit him for a few.”

  The nurse nodded her head and got up to grab her clipboard. Flipping through a few pages she smiled again and walked from around her desk.

  “Follow me, he should be just getting out of group hash.”

  “What’s group hash?” I asked her, jogging to keep up with her steady pace.

  “Well, it’s a fancy word for therapy. But we get people together to hash out their problems to one another with a therapist present. But actually, the patients give each other advice. If it isn’t good advice, the therapist will step in,” he nurse explained.

  “I see.”

  We stopped at double doors and I saw shadows of people moving behind the frosted glass doors. The doors opened and men and women of various ages spilled out. The last amongst them was my dad.

  “Dad!” I called out, my arms wide open for a hug.

  “Wendy!” he exclaimed, giving me one of his old bear hugs.

  The nurse hugged her clipboard and nodded. “I’ll leave you two here for a moment.” She turned to leave and Dad brought me to the little circle of short blue chairs that his group ‘hash’ session took place in.

  I looked around the room, it looked cozy. Nothing obtrusive, or medical. Sam was right, this was the perfect atmosphere for Dad to heal in.

  We sat down next to each other on the hard small chairs and I winced, trying to squirm around and find a comfortable position.

  “Don’t tell me you actually sat on this chair for more than ten minutes,” I teased.

  My dad’s face lit up with a smile as bright as his eyes. His eyes that used to be so dark and red from drinking, were now beginning to look a lot clearer.

  I grabbed his hand, inhaling and exhaling. This was big news I had to tell him. My Dad’s warm hands gave me enough courage to get it out.

  “Dad, I’m getting married to Sam,” I said, in a big hurried hush. A tear or two spilled out of my eyes and I bit my lip to keep myself from wailing in happiness.

  “I know!” My dad said, squeezing my hand. He held it up and looked at the massive sparkling rock on my finger. “Look at that. Great quality and with your favorite combination of gems, too.” He finished inspecting my ring and laid my hand down.

  “You know? How?” I raised my head up, my mouth stuck in a small ‘o’ shape.

  “He came to me to ask his approval. I always knew you two would tie the knot someday. Even when you two grew apart.”

  Great. The fireworks were coming. I crushed my dad in a bear hug and he patted my back.

  “You’ve always had the grip of a lion, you know that?” Dad wheezed.

  Now where was something else I had to address. The wedding date…

  “Before I go, Dad. I wanted to mention about the wedding. I want to wait until you’re ready to come out of rehab. I don’t wanna go hindering—”

  “Wendy, you’re not hindering a thing!” Dad argued.

  “You don’t understand. This progress you’re making. I’m not gonna get in the way whether you like it or not. So, I’m going to wait until you’re ready.”

  I pulled myself up off the blue chair and straightened out my dress.

  “Always been a stubborn child, haven’t you?” Dad said, shaking my shoulders a bit for fun.

  “That’s my style!” I said, spinning in my dress.

  I took my dad in for another hug. The nurse peaked in and motioned for my father to join the next activity that was planned.

  “See you around, Wendy, be safe!” Dad said, disappearing down the hall with the nurse.

  I spun around in my heels and ran outside to the car.

  For every sacrifice there is happiness waiting for you…

  Epilogue – Sam

  I had a few errands to run and was just pulling into the parking lot of my office building. Benson was probably long gone, but maybe… just maybe he’d have the balls to come here so I could punch his face in.

  A part of me didn’t feel the gravity of losing Gallock. But there was some hope left inside me now that I Wendy was all mine. I finally felt like I had the will to go on. Willow always told me that I could do anything with the right person next to me.

  Now I knew what that meant.

  I parked and got out of my car. My hips have been hurting less, and my flexibility in my hips and the strength in my legs have skyrocketed. I owed that to all the fucking I’ve been doing. Wendy knew how to bend her body.

  I quieted my mind down and saw Wendy standing near the entrance waving at me. She donned a short orange pinkish dress with a golden necklace and golden bangles. A faint scent of peaches came off her, and the gentle blow of wind lifted up her dress a little.

  Wendy.

  Damn, the epitome of everything good in my life. And a walking aphrodisiac.

  “Wendy, you’re here. I thought you were going to see your father?”

  I hooked my hand around her hips and brought her in for a kiss. Her soft lips touching mine made me shiver.

  “I wanted to meet you here, see the big bad office and everything,” Wendy said, tugging me inside.

  I showed her the way and we took the elevator up to my floor. The steel doors opened and Mr. Johnston was at Ms. Bell’s desk. With him stood a man that had the vibe of law enforcement.

  “Mr. Reign!” Ms. Bell said, popping out of her chair.

  “It’s okay, I got this, Ms. Bell. Gentleman, may I help you?”

  Wendy held my hand and stepped forward, right by my side. Her eyes were like sharks, staring at the two men.

  “Mr. Reign,” Mr. Johnston started, “Do you know a Benson Cardwell?”

  “Yes?”

  Wendy’s grip on my hand tightened. And I rubbed my thumb over her fingers.

  “Well, we just arrested him a few hours ago. I noticed something off about the signatures on the loan papers that were signed. They didn’t truly match yours, and I thought it was odd that contact info seemed to be redirected to someone.”

  I rubbed my forehead. “Would you like to come to my office?” I asked them.

  The detective spoke up, “We need to be going. But we were wondering if you wanted to pursue this further beyond what we were doing. His name isn’t even Benson Cardwell. His name is Jim Tallson.”

  Benson a fraud, huh?

  I wasn’t surprised. Benson was sneaky sometimes, a little too sneaky. He had potential and decided to turn the wrong way. I was mad at myself for ever thinking he was my friend. My life was headed in a new direction and I decided to wash my hands clean of him.

  “No. I’m good. You can punish him to the fullest extent of the law, but I have to
o much going on in my life to push it any further than that. Just let me know if you need my cooperation, though.”

  “Very well. It’s clear he screwed with a good man. Sorry to take your time.” The detective reached into his pocket and handed me his card. “If you should ever change your mind, call me and we can work on your case.”

  He nodded to me and Wendy and worked their way around us to the elevators.

  “So, that creep is gone?” Wendy whispered to me, her hand still clung to mine.

  “Yes. He had potential. But you have to have more than potential. You have to be genuine…”

  I brought Wendy to see the office. She was a lost kitten, curious about every little space. She glanced at my massive office desk and gave me a devilish smirk.

  “If only the doors weren’t so thin,” I chuckled, in a low voice.

  “What about when the office closes?” Wendy suggested, stalking over to me.

  My phone rang and I sat down in my chair so I could pick it up and answer it.

  “Hello, Ms. Bell.”

  “Mr. Reign, a John Gallock is here to see you,” she said.

  Shit. Why was he here? He had called the whole deal off.

  “Sure, send him in.”

  “Yes, sir,” Ms. Bell chimed, hanging up.

  Wendy sat down on one of the couches in my office, and the door to my office opened.

  In strode John Gallock, and he didn’t look so pleased.

  “Mr. Gallock—”

  He threw his hand up to interrupt me. “I need to apologize. I was notified about the news of one of your employees.”

  His attention turned to Wendy. “Are you his fiancee? Real fiancee?”

  She stood. “Yes, I am.” Proudly, she flashed her ring, and brilliant colors jumped off of it as the sunlight hit it.

  Mr. Gallock looked pleased. He shook his head and turned to me. “I’m sorry you had to deal with such a dishonest person who almost cost you the deal of a lifetime. That is why I’m here to offer it to you again.”

  Mr. Gallock held his hand out and offered it to me. “May I work with you?”