Virgin Wife

by Alexa Riley

  My eyes fly open when my clit starts to throb. I hate bossy, I think, putting my hand on my chest. I’ve lived my whole life around bossy men, so that’s the last thing I want. So why am I getting turned on thinking about Wyatt being bossy with me? Why did I get turned on in his office today too? As I try and fight my desire, my mind conjures up all the dirty things he’d make me do.

  If I’m truly married to him he could have his way with me. He could take me to events and make me suck him off in a coat closet. He could forbid me from wearing panties just so he could fuck me when he needed to.

  “Something’s wrong with me,” I breathe out, shifting in my seat, my aching nipples pressing against my sweater. I’m damp between my thighs and it’s becoming uncomfortable.

  “Mrs. Carmichael?” the driver asks with concern in his voice.

  “Oh god.” Hearing him call me by that name isn’t helping.

  Wyatt Carmichael is going to ruin me. Well, what’s left of me.

  5

  SAVANNAH

  “This is Wyatt’s house?” I ask the driver as I stare up at the gorgeous house.

  It looks as though it was plucked from the movie Father of the Bride. Only this house isn’t in a neighborhood. It’s isolated and surrounded by a stone wall. It’s hard to see how far the wall goes as it disappears into the woods in the backyard.

  It’s a small treasure hidden away from the rest of the world, and it should be. It’s utterly perfect, as if it was plucked right out of my dreams. This isn’t what I thought Wyatt’s home would look like. I was thinking he’d be in a penthouse full of black leather and white walls. I assumed he’d have ruinously expensive art by artists he couldn’t even remember the names of. It would be immaculate and sterile, because I’m pretty sure he lives in his office. Once when I went by his office I saw the sofa was pulled out into a bed. I was always having to go by and sign something, and Wyatt was there every time. I wondered if he did it on purpose because he wanted to see me. His assistant could have easily given me the papers to sign, but he always took care of it personally.

  The driver shuts the car door behind me and my heart begins to race. For some reason as I stare at the front door I can feel myself getting nervous. I toyed with the idea of having fun with Wyatt, but this is starting to feel a little too real—more real than my fake marriage.

  “The door is unlocked, and the staff has already left for the day. I was told to tell you to make yourself at home.”

  I nod but don’t move from the spot I’m standing in. How many times have I watched the movie Father of the Bride? It’s one of my all-time favorites, and even though I’m pretty sure the movie is supposed to make you happy, it always makes me cry. I think I enjoy torturing myself by giving myself constant reminders of the things I could never have.

  “Mrs. Carmichael?” The driver motions for me to go inside.

  I glance over my shoulder to see the SUV with the bodyguards is gone. Maybe they drove away when we pulled up the long entrance.

  “Is he in there?” I nod to the door.

  I sent Wyatt a text to tighten the leash on his guard dogs. When I told him I was going to his house he’s corrected me by saying it’s our house and that he already knew where I was. It seems I don’t have that same pleasure of knowing where he is. Men.

  “Still at work.” A trace of relief passes through me, followed quickly by annoyance.

  With one last goodbye to the driver I walk to the house and open the door. When I step inside, once again it’s not what I thought it would be. It looks like a home and it feels warm and cozy. There’s a softness to it that I would never associate with Wyatt.

  I pull my coat off and walk to the double doors next to the entrance. When I open them I stare inside, shocked for a moment. His coats are hung right next to mine—the coats I left hanging in my own entry closet early this morning.

  “He really moved my stuff,” I say to myself, shaking my head.

  I toss my coat inside and shut the door without bothering to hang it up. I know the neat and organized Wyatt will be annoyed by that. I smirk as I go straight up the stairs to see if the rest of my stuff is here.

  As I move down the hall I open door after door and check the closets. There’s not much to the spare rooms, but nothing of mine is in them. I wonder if they’re sparse because one day they’ll be children's rooms, but then I squash that line of thought quickly. I would never have babies with a man I didn't love or that didn't love me. I would never raise children the way I’d been brought up.

  Most people think I’m anti-baby because I never want to hold anyone’s newborn child. But it’s because I want it so badly I can’t bare it. It would truly be my undoing if I held one and then had to give it back. So I’ve never allowed myself to do it because of my longing. I shake my head as I close another door and ignore the ache inside me.

  I come to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. This has to be the master. I stare at them and that same silly flutter I got when I stared up at the house hits my heart again. I grab the handle but it doesn't budge. I try it again. This time I wiggle it harder but still it doesn’t move. It’s locked, which only makes my want inside the room more.

  “Bastard,” I mumble. I give up and go back down the hall. He tells me to come back here, bosses me around, and then I can’t even get into the bedroom.

  All I could think about during the last ten minutes of the drive here was getting into Wyatt’s bedroom. I kept wondering if anyone else had been in there. Who locks their bedroom door when they aren't in it? Someone who is hiding something, that’s who.

  I walk down the stairs and decide I’m leaving. He wants me to wait around until he gets home from work? If he’s anything like my father, that will be well past dinner. Let’s see what Wyatt thinks then he gets here and finds I’m gone.

  I’m out the front door before I realize I don’t have a vehicle. The driver isn’t there and I don’t see any other cars around. They’re probably in the garage and I decide to check. Maybe he keeps the keys inside the house somewhere. I try to open the side door to get in but that doesn't work either. I let out a small growl of annoyance and stomp back towards the house.

  My purse is where I left it by the entryway, and I shuffle through it to find my phone. I hit 411 to call for a ride but am surprised when Wyatt picks up on the other end of the line.

  “Wife,” he says coolly.

  The word drips from his mouth so easily without an ounce of hesitation or uncertainty. My body betrays me and doesn’t match the anger I’m trying to hold onto. It slips back into being turned on again like I’d been on the drive over here.

  But this is my reality check and I need it. He isn't going to be my husband. I buried those dreams long ago and that’s something that no one will ever know.

  I pull my phone away from my ear to check the number I called and my phone screen reads “Husband.”

  “What the fuck?” I mutter, and I hear his deep laugher. “What did you do?”

  “If you need to talk to someone or get help, your phone should be calling me. I made sure of it.”

  My mouth falls open and I want to say something rude or jab him back, but I’ve got nothing. Instead I hit end on the call because the truth is, I find it completely adorable.

  6

  WYATT

  I bite my bottom lip to try and keep from smiling. She’s on her knees with what looks like a screwdriver in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

  Leaning against the wall, I cross my arms over my chest and watch her work. She’s trying desperately to break into the locked garage, but I have no idea how she thinks this might work. She’s clever and inventive as hell, but for someone so small she’s like a bull in a china shop.

  “Is this what you’re looking for?” I ask, and she squeals and almost falls over backwards.

  I hold out the keys to the garage door and she glares at me.

  “I figured you’d be home late.”

  “Why would you
think that?” I ask, pushing off the wall and stalking towards her.

  “Because busy men work late.”

  I reach down and grab her by the waist and pick her up off the ground. I pull her against me and lean down so my lips are close to hers.

  “The men who have been too busy for you aren’t a group that you should toss me into.” I brush my lips softly against hers. Just as quickly as I do it, I turn the key in the lock and the door behind her opens. “There, now stop trying to break things.”

  Her cheeks are flushed as she pushes against my chest. “I wouldn’t break things if you wouldn’t lock them. I thought this was supposed to be my house, too.”

  She raises an eyebrow in challenge and I laugh. God, it feels good to be next to her.

  “It is, but you're clearly trying to escape it. I’ve got to keep you here somehow.” She rolls her eyes, but I see the edge of her lips fighting a smile. “Go ahead and have a look.”

  I turn on the lights as she walks into the garage. Five long rows of cars light up, and when the last one comes on I hear her gasp. In here are rows of expensive cars that cost more than some people make in a lifetime, but the one at the end probably isn’t worth a hundred dollars on paper.

  “Wyatt Carmichael, do not tell me that’s your old truck.”

  I laugh and nod when she turns around for confirmation.

  “I can’t believe you kept it,” she says, running down to it. I follow after her as my chest heats up.

  “You got naked in that truck. It’s not like I could ever sell it.” She glares at me over her shoulder, but I shrug.

  “Marshall Evans spilled that drink on purpose,” she says while she opens the door of the cab.

  “I paid him fifty bucks to do it.”

  “You did what?” she snaps, and I lean in close to her.

  “I would have paid a hundred.” I wink at her and I can almost see steam coming out of her ears.

  It was the winter formal during our junior year and I didn’t have money for a tux. Aiden loaned me an old suit of his and it was nicer than anything I owned. Still, when I got there in my old beat-up Ford I couldn’t go in. I felt dirty and cheap compared to everyone else and I convinced myself that night that I wasn’t good enough. I sat in the parking lot for over an hour before I saw Savannah pull up. She was with some other girls from the swim team, which I was relieved about, until I saw her dress. It was baby blue and silk and so sheer you could see right through it. The second I saw her I knew I couldn’t let anyone else see her like that, so when Marshall passed by my truck with his date I took the chance.

  I called out to Savannah and just when she had her eyes on me Marshall came in and did the deed. Lucky for Savannah I was right there and let her change into my clothes I had stashed in my truck while I stood outside. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take a peek.

  “You were always such an asshole,” she says while she hops up in the truck.

  “Never said I wasn’t.” I move in and stand there as she sits in the driver's seat.

  “I remember riding in the back of this on the way to Aiden’s lake house. Do you remember that weekend?”

  “I remember that pink bikini,” I say, licking my lips.

  “I remember it going missing after the first time I wore it,” she says and narrows her eyes on me.

  “It was too goddamn small.” I step closer to her and turn her so that while she’s still sitting in the driver's seat, I’m standing between her legs.

  “And the time you used your truck to pull the trailer for homecoming?” She raises an eyebrow. “I couldn’t find my coat and had to sit here in the cab with you for the whole parade.”

  “That coat never fit right to begin with.” I slide my hands up her thighs and then around to her ass. I pull her closer to me and press my cock between her legs.

  “I had so many dirty fantasies about you and this truck,” she whispers as I lean in.

  “And you wonder why I never got rid of it.”

  I saved up every penny I could my sophomore year of high school. I found a deal in the paper and bought the truck that was already well beyond its years. I was able to salvage some parts from a local junk yard and learned how to fix what I could on my own. I knew it wouldn’t compare to anything that was in the parking lot of the school, but to me it was freedom. And one step closer to Savannah. The first time she saw it I expected her to turn her nose up at it, but I should have known better. Some people might have thought she was a bitch, but she was never cruel. She smiled when she saw it and then told me she’d never ridden in a truck before. She and Aiden hopped in the cab and I took them around the block. She said she liked how it bounced and I just nodded as I tried to contrate on driving and not on the way her tits moved with each bump.

  “Will you take me for a ride in it?” Her emerald green eyes stare up at me and there’s nothing on this earth I wouldn’t give her.

  “There isn’t anything you can’t have,” I say just before I press my lips to hers.

  My hands grip her ass and she digs her fingers into my shirt. Her lips part and I waste no time slipping my tongue inside. Just like on her wedding day, the scent of roses surrounds me and I’m holding her tighter. I should have taken her that day and made her mine, but she’s here in my arms now and I’m never letting her go.

  She tastes sweet like candy and melts into me. When she lets out a moan I decide that I’m done controlling myself. For years I’ve held back what I wanted and now that’s she’s mine I’m not going to apologize for what I want.

  “Lie back,” I demand, yanking her ass to the edge of the seat and shoving up her dress.

  She catches her breath, puts her hands behind her and leans against them. I spread her legs wide as I kneel down and yank her panties to the side roughly. I’ve waited too goddamn long for this pussy and I’m pissed off about it.

  “Wyatt!” she cries out when my mouth covers her pussy and I shove my tongue inside her.

  This won’t be gentle and delicate, at least not at first, because I’m too fucking desperate to have her.

  “Years, Savannah. Fucking years you’ve been teasing me with this.” I bury my face between her legs and lick up her treat. She’s even sweeter here where it’s concentrated and I can’t get close enough. “All those skimpy bathing suits and the way you’d come in my office wearing those low-cut dresses.”

  “Oh god.” Her breathing is fast now as she moves her hips against my lips.

  “You’re a fucking tease with how you’d bend over.” I lick and suck her clit as my fingers dig into her hips. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

  “Yes!” she cries out when I push two fingers inside her tight little pussy.

  “All this time you knew what I would have done to have you.” I suck her clit, moving my fingers in and out of her. “You were just pushing me until you got what you wanted.”

  “Don’t stop, Wyatt!”

  “It’s too late for that, princess,” I say just as I rub her sweet spot inside and she explodes.

  She cries out my name and I keep rubbing and sucking while she gets off. She tastes too fucking good and I can’t stop even long after she’s come down from her peak. I’m still just as hungry for her as I was before, and eating her pussy won’t satisfy the beast inside me.

  I stand up and see she’s fallen all the way back on the bench seat. Her pussy is so pretty and pink as I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” I say, yanking at my belt and undoing my pants. “You’re in this for a penny, you’re in it for a pound.”

  Her eyes widen when I pull my cock out and the hard length springs out between us.

  “I’m not on the pill,” she says while I rub my cock against her puffy pink folds.

  “You think I don’t know that?” I push the tip of my cock inside her. “You think there is one thing about you I don’t know already?”

  She bites her lip and I push a little more into her.r />
  “I fucking love you, Savannah.” Her eyes widen and I nod. “I’ve loved you my entire goddamn life because it didn’t start until the day I laid eyes on you.”

  “Wyatt.” Her breath catches as I push past her virginity and all the way inside her.

  “You’ve always been mine, princess. I’ve just been waiting for my shot.”

  I pull her into my arms so that I can kiss her lips as I slide in and out of her slowly. Her tight heat wraps around me and it’s all I can do to breathe through it and not cum. I take my time kissing her, and when I feel her relax I speed up.

  “I dreamed about losing my virginity to you in this truck,” I say, and I can feel her smile against my lips. “I thought it would happen about a decade ago, but that doesn’t matter though. You’re worth the wait.” She pulls back and her eyes are wide with shock. “You were it for me, then and now.”

  She doesn’t say anything and doesn’t tell me she loves me, but she doesn’t have to. I know this is a lot all at once and I’m happy to just make love to her. She’ll get there on her own eventually and I’ll be here waiting when she does.

  I push her dress off her shoulders and pull it down so I can see her in her bra. I trace my finger along the edge of the cups as I kiss my way down until my mouth finds her nipple. I suck on it though the silky material until she’s crying out and rocking her hips against me. It’s hot and fast, but that’s just how we’ve always been and I hope it never changes.

  She grabs my hair as her pussy tightens and she calls out my name. I can feel her legs tense and her back arch when her orgasm hits her. Her body glows as her climax rolls over her and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a virgin and she was worth the wait. I knew who I wanted my wife to be then and nothing’s changed since.

  I hold her close as I thrust one last time inside her and feel my own climax hit. My orgasm hits me in waves and it’s so strong that I can hardly keep my legs from buckling. I grip the steering wheel to keep from falling over and I have to gulp in air. I’ve never cum so hard in my life and I feel dizzy afterwards.