With my hands on the counter I hoisted my body up and channeled all of my strength into the swinging of my hips.
He slammed viciously into me, the smacking sound of flesh against flesh quickening every sensory nerve in my body.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he rasped out, and I set myself down so that I could do as he’d said. He lifted me off the counter, and flipped me over so my whole pussy and ass were on display.
“Hold on to that edge,” he ordered.
I almost exploded from the excitement.
Then he began driving into me with the intensity of a drill.
The position was perfect, and sent him so deeply into me that it was almost painful. He didn’t stop until an almighty orgasm tore through me. It was like a bomb went off in my core.
Everything spun. He turned me around and pressed my back against the refrigerator, and pounded into me with the ferocity of an animal to milk out his own orgasm. Every muscle in his body was clenched.
His roar resounded around our home, and I felt the hot spurt of his semen inside of me.
I cradled his head as his hard, strong body jerked against mine.
“Willow,” he cried out, over and over again.
I could do little more than bask in the euphoria of our union. It took quite a while for things to subside, and by the time he peeled me away from the refrigerator I was too drowsy to even open my eyes.
“Sofa,” I breathed. “I can’t stand or sit.”
“We’re going to the bedroom,” he said with a laugh.
I didn’t have any complaints. Bed sounded about right. The moment he put me down we crawled under the covers, and clung to each other as we both drifted away into a light nap. There was little else that I loved more than these weekend mornings in bed with Caleb.
We were both usually too busy during the weekday mornings to enjoy each other like we got to do at night, but these weekend fuck sessions always made me feel like I was being reborn to the world of pure pleasure.
My announcement that I hadn’t been able to make yet came to mind just before I fell asleep, but I pushed it away for later on.
I was awoken a few hours later by soft but insistent taps. “Willow, Willow, Willow.”
When I opened my eyes, I saw Caleb staring down at me. There was so much love in his eyes.
“I have something to tell you,” I whispered.
“You want more sex?” he asked cheekily.
“I always want that, but it’s something else. Something very important.”
He frowned. “Yeah. What?”
“You know that plastic thing you swept off the table.”
“Yeah, the pen?”
“That’s not a pen”
He looked at me curiously. “What was it, then?”
“It’s a pregnancy test.”
He looked at me in astonishment, shock and wonder. “Yeah?”
I made little nods and looked encouragingly at him.
He swallowed, as if he dared not say it. “You’re pregnant?” he finally blurted out.
I nodded.
“Oh, my God,” he breathed. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I did the test twice.”
He pulled away, and gently held my face in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Well, I tried to.”
“Wow! I can’t wait to have a whole bunch of little Willows running around.”
“Hey, I want a few Calebs too, you know. When you’re old and I’m old, and I break my hip, I’ll need a couple of strong, strapping lads to carry me around.”
“That’s my job,” he said possessively. “I’ll always carry you, Willow.”
I smiled softly at him. That there was the truth. He would always carry me.
His face suddenly filled with horror. “Oh God! You’re pregnant and you let me do that to you in the kitchen? My God, I was rough with you.”
“Um,” I was amused by his alarm. “Don’t you dare treat me differently because of this baby. At least until I start really showing.”
He kissed me. “I won’t.”
“I’m serious.” I pulled my lips from his.
“So am I. Don’t worry, I’ll still fuck you as hard as you want, but with caution, of course.”
“Are you worried the baby will bite your dick?”
“You do know you’re crazy, right,” he said, throwing his arms around me.
We both fell back onto the bed amidst laughter and boundless joy. We deserved it. After everything we’d been through.
Epilogue 2
Willow
Two Months Later
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBE-uBgtINg
-now we are free-
Anna, my hair stylist was busy adding the finishing touches to my hair, and a handful of our friends and relatives were grouped in clusters doing their makeup and hair.
“Er … how did Caleb propose to you again?” Sandra asked cheekily. Ever since I told her what happened that night of the fire and exactly what Caleb had done for me, she had hugged me tightly and promised she would love Caleb almost as much as I did.
“Shut up!” I muttered as my eyes darted towards my mother.
“Didn’t he propose to you at home?” my mom asked. She turned innocently to Sandra. “Sandra, don’t you know how he proposed?”
“Oh, I know,” she said, her eyes agape with mischief. “I’m just wondering if you know, Mrs. Rayne?”
My mom lightly tapped my arm, looked from me to her, then back to me. “What is she talking about?”
“Ignore her,” I said, and gave my mischievous friend a fake glare.
Sandra just laughed. One of the bridesmaids in the corner taking selfies called and she went to see what they wanted.
“You look beautiful,” my mom said.
“You really think so?”
“I’m know I’m biased, but I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride than you.”
“Awww … thanks, Mom.”
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“A bit nervous.”
She rested her hand on my bare shoulder. “Everything is going to be great.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m just worried I’m going to trip and fall or do something else embarrassing.”
“I trust you.” She nodded. “And I am more than happy to trust Caleb with you too.” Mom always had a soft spot for Caleb, but once she found out what he had done for me, she became his greatest ally. I once joked she was more loyal to him than me.
“Thanks, mom.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Now, I’m just being silly.”
I pulled her into a hug. “I love you, Mom.”
She gave me a kiss then, and walked away.
“All done,” Anna said, picking up a big round mirror that she held behind me.
I looked at the mirror to assess the swirly chignon adorned with pink dainty roses she had created for me. My makeup had been applied flawlessly, and my eyes were sparkling with anxiety and excitement.
“Wow,” I said. “You guys did an amazing job.”
“We had amazing material to work with,” she replied. “I cannot wait till your groom sees you.”
“Neither can I,” I muttered under my breath and jumped to my feet.
It was finally time to put on my dress. My mom and Sandra returned.
Sandra helped to slip the dress up over my hips and chest and zipped me up. Then Anna fitted the little crown veil on my head, and I turned around to look in the mirror.
“Oh, my God,” Sandra gasped. “You look incredible.”
My mother’s eyes were filled with tears and she began to carefully dab at the corners so as not to ruin her makeup.
I stared at myself and almost didn’t recognize myself. I was still not showing and the exquisitely beautiful dress fit beautifully. Mom and I found it in a boutique by accident. The moment we saw it, we both knew it was the one. It was simple and yet utterly and completely perfect. It had a gorgeo
us train that made me look tall and elegant. All the things I wasn’t.
It had taken almost thirteen years but finally, I was ready for Caleb to tell the whole world I was his. And I couldn’t wait.
A little while later, my father hooked my arm around his, and the processional hymn began. At the end of the beautifully lit aisle was the love of my life.
Caleb Daniel Wolfe.
He stood in a dove-gray suit, tall and broad, as he waited for my arrival at the altar.
He didn’t have a best man, but he did have Maria, who wore a tuxedo next to him. She was a lot shorter than him, and she appeared to be bouncing up and down with excitement. I smiled when I saw her pat his shoulder encouragingly, and playfully offer her handkerchief to him.
Then he was turning. Turning to look at me. He smiled slowly at me. After all these years we were finally going to be joined in the eyes of God.
My hand shook and my father turned to look at me. “You all right?” he whispered.
I was so emotional, so full of gratitude, I could not speak, I could not think. I could not even nod. I could barely put one foot in front of the other. My father understood and he held my hand tightly. “It’s gonna be fine,” he said. I pressed my lips together to keep from crying. By the time I arrived in front of him, my eyes were full of tears.
Caleb took my hand and gently guided me up to the altar with him.
Sandra excitedly arranged my train, and I peered through my veil at Caleb. He looked so incredibly handsome. My head filled with memories of him. From the first day at the new school when he had walked up to me.
“I’m Caleb,” the tall boy had said.
“I’m Willow,” I replied.
He smiled and that was it for me.
I thought of the time we had eaten ice cream under a tree in the storm.
“It’s dangerous to sit under a tree during a storm,” he had said.
“Then hold me,” I answered.
We had made our life promises to each other, and I thought of that night we had mixed our blood and made our promises. For all intents and purposes that would always be my wedding day. I had promised myself wholeheartedly to him, body and mind. Today would be to iterate it before our friends and family, but it was just a formality.
We got married twelve years ago. I forgot for a while, but he never did and my body never did.
“Are we still alive?” I whispered to him. “Did I die in Bradley flat, and you at the Don’s house?”
He smiled slowly. “I don’t know, but it sure feels like I’m in heaven.”
I stared deep into his angelic eyes. “I won’t tell, if you won’t.”
He shook his head. “Not me. Nobody needs to tell them. They wouldn’t understand. All they need to know is we got our HEA. And we did, didn’t we, my little Willow.”
“Yes, we did. We finally got our happily ever after.”
The priest had barely concluded reciting the vows when I blurted out, yes.
I thought Caleb might laugh or chuckle at my eagerness, but he didn’t.
He ruined the order of the ceremony by pulling me in an extremely passionate kiss. When it was over I was breathless. Our friends and my family were cheering.
The priest had a sense of humor. He said, “I pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride again.”
Caleb didn’t disappoint. He lived up to his name and pounced on me like a hungry Wolfe. And yes, we lived happily ever after.
Everybody here does.
The End
Coming Next…
BODYGUARD BEAST
Sample Chapter 1
Angelo
(Unedited)
My hands and feet were bound with plastic ties as I swam through the blue water, alone and totally at peace with myself. I made countless laps up and down the pool. There was ten minutes left before I finished my full hour when I sensed movement above the water. It was way past midnight, and much too late for any member of the family to be wandering about. Unless it was security.
Nevertheless, it was an annoying interruption to my drown-proofing training.
I maneuvered myself to the bottom of the pool. Bouncing on the toes of my tied feet, I headed up to the surface and I broke water. The indoor pool space was dark, illuminated only by the distant lamps of the compound that came through the floor length windows. I saw a girl I’d never seen before making her way towards the lounge chairs. I couldn’t see her face because she was holding her phone in front of her face, but it could only be one person, the boss’s daughter, just returned from her education overseas.
Her ears were plugged with air-pods and she hadn’t turned on the lights upon her entrance, so I deduced that like me, she wanted to be alone. I accepted the fact my time in the pool was over and started to swim towards the other end of the pool when she screamed.
The scream was followed by the sound of water splashing.
Through my goggles, I watched her flailing underwater. She was actually trying to catch her phone, but it evaded her grasp and sank to the bottom. She was obviously not a good swimmer because she immediately struggled up to the surface and started clinging to the edge of the pool.
“Hey you!” she yelled. “Can you help me please?”
My first thought was to ignore her. I had no time for spoilt little girls, but she was the boss’s daughter, and I sure as hell didn’t need that kind of trouble. I swam towards her and stopped a wary meter away.
I’d heard the rumors that she was a looker, but it was a shock to see how insanely beautiful she was. Seeing was indeed believing. The lights in the floor of the pool turned her eyes a green that was almost unreal. Like a doll’s eyes. They were set wide apart and fringed with long, wet lashes. I wondered how she would look while she was climaxing, then caught myself mid-thought.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yes, she was heartbreakingly beautiful, but I wasn’t into shallow, selfie-taking, narcissistic, manipulative Cleopatra types who needed a bunch of servants just to get dressed. And even if I was, lusting after the boss’s daughter was a bad, bad idea. It usually meant ending up in an unmarked grave in a field somewhere. Nope. Not for me. I turned away from her.
“My phone,” she gasped. “Please help me retrieve it or it’s going to be ruined.”
I paused. This was the deepest part of the pool and it would be quite a feat to get my face to touch the bottom. To soothe my sour mood, I accepted her request as part of my training for the night, and dived back into the water. With my teeth, I gripped the phone, and swam back towards the surface. With a swing of my head, I flung the device out of the pool.
Sucking in a lungful of air, I began to head towards the steps. On the edge was a knife. Retrieving it with my teeth, I dropped it into the water, and dived down after it. A few seconds later, the ties around my wrists and ankles had been cut off, and I was free. I pulled myself out of the pool and began to head towards the changing rooms.
“Hey!” she called out, and I could hear the irritation in the Princess’s voice. “Aren’t you going to help me?”
I didn’t bother turning around. She would eventually get herself out of the pool. She was the boss’s daughter, after all.
Sample chapter 2
Sienna
How rude! How unbelievably rude?
I could hardly believe what that man just did. First, he held my phone between his teeth as if he was some kind of animal, then he flung it out of the water straight onto the tiled floor. If it hadn’t been damaged by the water, that would definitely have done it. Even more unbelievable, was the way he callously abandoned me when all I was asking for was a bit of help getting out of the deep end of the pool.
I watched him walk towards the changing rooms, water sluicing down his impeccably broad shoulders down the gleaming slabs of muscles in his back. And down the skin-tight briefs that left almost nothing to the imagination. The cheeks of his butt were firm and round. More water ran down those perfectly muscular, thick thighs as
he took long and sure strides. As I watched in a daze of shock, he lifted one powerful hand and raked his fingers through his raven hair.
He looked like a big, wet Greek God, but he had to be one of my father’s guards. They frequently used this indoor pool for their training sessions. The outdoor one was designated for leisure and entertainment and used solely by the family, but I hadn’t felt like battling mosquitoes, and had headed here. As a result I’d clearly interrupted his training session, almost given myself a heart attack, and doubtless destroyed my phone.
He had been so quiet as he had swam through the water that I hadn’t seen him when I entered and when he had come into my peripheral vision I had mistaken him for a corpse floating on the surface. The shock made me slip off the edge and fall in the water.
It was a sheer miracle I hadn’t broken several teeth.
In fact, I had bloodied my elbows and they stung as I clung on to the edge of the pool and made my way back to the shallow end. I could swim, but I’d always avoided these deeper parts. For some inexplicable reason I had an irrational fear of deep water. When I was at the shallow end I could swim like a fish, but I felt an irrational terror overwhelm me when my feet couldn’t touch the bottom.
Maybe I was dropped into deep water and suffered trauma when I was too young to remember, or maybe it was a memory from a past life, but the fear was real. Hanging on the edge of the pool I threaded water and pulled myself along until I got to the shallow end. As soon as I knew my feet were only about two feet from the bottom, I let go and swam to the steps, and pulled myself out of the water.
I sat on cool tiles and realized that even my air-pods were lost. And it was all his fault. If he had not startled me. If he had not treated me as if he was pure and I was some infectious disease. Who the did he think he was anyway? Asshole. Hell, I could have had a panic attack and died in the water.
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