by Amelia Mae
Then the music changes. My breath catches.
Because there’s Nikki. On Ian’s arm.
She’s wearing a simple, strapless white dress and no veil. Her shoulder-length light blond hair is down and curled, just brushing against her collar bones.
She looks like an angel floating towards me, and I’m totally in awe of her.
Before I know it, she’s standing in front of me, taking my hands and looking into my eyes with the same love and adoration as always. But, somehow, it’s different this time.
She’s about to be my wife. Mine. Forever.
“Hey, darlin’,” I tell her.
“Hey there.”
The officiant clears his throat. “Are you two just meeting each other for the first time?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
We both laugh, breaking the tension.
“No,” Nikki answers for both of us.
“Okay, just wondering,” he says, getting back to business. “Now, let’s get you two kids married.”
It’s all really beautiful. The ceremony, the food, the pictures, the music and dancing. It was picture perfect.
Except for the fact that, I swear, my wife is torturing me.
First the text message, of course. Then, she shows up in the white dress and marries me. Then we dance, and eat, and drink champagne and she smiles and laughs and shoots me these looks that make me feel like I’m going to burst. Everything she does makes me want her.
And, now I finally have her. Alone.
We’re in the elevator, headed upstairs to our hotel room and the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I husk out.
I’m on her, kissing her hard and pressing her against the carpeted elevator wall. She groans into my mouth and kisses me back even harder, like she’s trying to steal the air from my lungs.
Like it isn’t already hers.
Along with every other part of me.
The elevator doors open and Nikki grabs my tie, walking backwards towards our room, pulling me along with her.
We reach our suite. The key card is in my pants pocket and she shoves her hand down to try and find it.
I take the opportunity to pin her to the door with my hips, letting her feel how hard I am for her. How much I want her. How badly she’s been torturing me. All. Fucking. Day.
I dive down and kiss her neck, grazing the spot just above her shoulder with my teeth because I know it drives her crazy.
After quite a bit of fumbling, she finally digs out the key card and moans in my ear as she gets the door open.
She reaches for my tie again, but I intercept it and guide both of her hands behind her back. I tell her, with an intense stare, that I’m in charge tonight. Her breath hitches and she nods.
I fucking love submissive Nikki.
“Get out of your dress,” I tell her, watching her strip to her pretty pink underwear.
My jacket’s on the ground. My tie and shirt follow. Nikki kicks off her heels.
“Get on the bed,” I command.
“Bossy.”
I raise an eyebrow, not expecting to be sassed.
“Follow orders and this will work out well for the both of us,” I tell her, letting my voice get low and commanding. “Arms up over your head.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You get punished.”
She curls her lip. “Sounds like I win either way.”
Looking at my beautiful wife laid out on the bed, the wearing lacy pink lingerie that she picked out just for me, her arms over her head, wet, ready and waiting…
“Pretty sure I’m the real winner here, darlin’,” I hiss.
I retrieve my tie from the floor and climb on top of her. She wiggles underneath me as I quickly tie her wrists to the headboard.
“Jack,” she breathes. “Want you.”
“Want you too.”
I kiss her lips, her chin, the notch at the base of her throat. She closes her eyes and lets me work her over. I want to unhook her strapless bra, but it looks so good on her that I just slide it down, over her ribcage, freeing her tits. She tugs against the restraints as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and roll the other between my fingers.
“Ugh… Jack,” she moans. Her head rolls back against a pillow.
She gets louder as I switch sides, mouthing her other nipple, circling my tongue around the little bud, dipping down just a little to bite her soft flesh. That makes her whimper.
“Love that sound,” I tell her.
She makes it again. Louder.
I kiss my way down her body, over her stomach, her belly button. I inhale sharply and peel her panties off, sliding the lacy pink fabric down her thighs. I slide one finger over her seam. She’s soaking wet for me.
I kiss the inside of one knee, then shift to her inner thigh. I want to take my time with this and really savor the moment, the first time I’m doing this with my wife.
But I’m unravelling quickly.
“Jack,” she whines. “I need you. Please.”
She pulls against the tie and bites down hard on her bottom lip.
I hold her hips down and eat her out like I’m starving for her. I circle her clit with my tongue until she’s practically vibrating with need.
“More,” she begs. “Please.”
I suck her clit into my mouth. I scrape my teeth against her a little, letting her teeter right on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“Please. Just like that,” she cries.
Her hand is on my head. She grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs.
I realize something. She’s got a hand free.
That simply won’t work.
“Darlin’, what were the rules for tonight?” I taunt her.
“You’re in charge,” she pants.
I take her hand gently. “So… this..?”
“Looks like I get punished,” she seethes. She smiles an evil smile. Her eyes close. She’s still riding the high.
Heat and want course through my veins. Something animal takes over.
I flip Nikki over onto all fours, her beautiful round ass facing me, and I give her cheek a hard smack.
“Jack,” she groans. “Harder. Make me hurt.”
I give her another hard smack and she falls to her forearms, burying her head in the pillow and whispering my name over and over again.
“Fuck me. Now,” she whimpers. “Need you.”
I ruck my suit pants and boxer-briefs to my thighs, not even bothering to get them all the way off. I give Nikki one final, light smack and knock a kiss at the spot where my hand was.
She’s ready. I grip her waist tightly and line myself up with her entrance. I’m not gentle. She doesn’t want me to be. I push inside her with one hard thrust and try not to come immediately.
I let out a low growl and kiss her spine.
“Harder,” she commands.
I don’t bother trying to remind her that I’m supposed to be in charge. I thrust into her, hard and fast, chasing her orgasm as well as my own. She moans my name and screams for more and I feel reckless and powerful at the same time.
Nikki’s practically clawing apart that pillow and moaning nonsense into it. She’s close. She’s tightening around me.
“Come for me, darlin’,” I demand. “Let me feel you come.”
I snap my hips into her, and she comes, screaming and shaking, and the sheer ferocity of her orgasm sends me free falling right behind her. My vision goes white. Every single muscle in my body relaxes at once and I feel like I’m weightless.
I collapse on the bed, my beautiful wife in my arms, and let myself surrender to this feeling. Everything is calm and peaceful and warm and perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way in my life.
This feeling… this is all Nikki.
Nikki falls asleep in my arms, her warm breath hitting my shoulder in little puffs.
“I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “So much it scares me.”
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sp; She stirs and opens her eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.”
She settles down next to me. Like always.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
Also by Amelia Mae
Say Yes: Ian (Ian and Cora) Book One
Ian
Say Yes: Shawn (Shawn and Aya) Book Two
Shawn
Say Yes: Jack (Jack and Nikki) Book Three
Jack
Say Yes: Dylan (Dylan and Jane) Book Four
Dylan
Sneak Peek
My Hero: Sawyer
As promised, the My Hero series will be the follow up to Say Yes. My Hero is an even bigger, more popular band than Say Yes and the five members, Kat, Teo, Liam, Sawyer and Rafael will be dealing with the pressures of fame, the music industry, hard partying and band drama. I can’t wait.
Also, as promised, one of my favorite supporting characters, Julia Patrick, is no longer on the sidelines.
Here’s a short excerpt from My Hero: Sawyer.
Julia
The elevator doors open, and I’m on Christian Fuller’s floor of the Lexicon Records building. I’m wearing my most I’m a responsible adult but also belong in the rock and roll world outfit and I hope it’s giving off the right message. I approach the receptionist who ushers me into a chair in the waiting area, despite knowing that I work here.
“I’ll let Mr. Fuller know that you’re here, Ms. Patrick,” she says politely.
“Thank you.”
I take a seat and mindlessly flip through a copy of Rolling Stone. But I can’t make myself concentrate on anything. So I check my phone. There’s a text from Nikki.
Nikki: Nervous?
Julia: Kind of.
Julia: I think he’s going to fire me.
Nikki: No, he’s not. He’s got no reason to fire you.
Julia: I know. I just can’t shake this feeling.
Julia: He calls me in for a meeting on a Friday afternoon, after all. Doesn’t that just scream ‘I’m about to fire you?’
Nikki: Not necessarily.
Nikki: The band loves you. I talk you up at every opportunity.
Julia: I know.
And she does. Nikki’s the reason I’ve got this job in the first place. Unfortunately, no matter how determined I was or how well I did in school or how hard I pounded the pavement, there was no getting a job in the music industry without personal connection.
My silent recollection of having Nikki recommend me for her replacement as Christian’s office/personal assistant is interrupted when a man sits down across from me. He looks somewhat familiar. Like I’ve seen him on television or something. But I don’t recall his name.
I look up and meet his eye line, and he smiles politely at me before returning his attention to his phone.
He’s really attractive. He’s got dark auburn hair and brown eyes. He’s clearly fit, but kind of on the lanky side. He’s sitting, but I can tell that he’s tall.
I may be barely five-foot-two, but I have a thing for tall men.
He looks back at me, catching me staring at him.
“You waiting for Martin?” he asks, in a deep voice.
“Martin?”
“Martin Symons. Amplify Records.”
I still don’t get it.
“The hip hop label? He’s on the ninth floor,” the guy tells me.
I narrow my eyes. Not the first time that I, as one of the only Black women in rock, get this kind of thing. It’s subtle. And, on the surface, it’s harmless. But, even a little comment like that can reinforce that I don’t belong here feeling.
“I’m here to see Christian Fuller,” I inform him. “I’m his assistant.”
I mean, at least until he fires me.
The guy, whoever he is, immediately looks remorseful.
“My apologies. I shouldn’t have assumed,” he says.
“No. You shouldn’t have.”
I sigh. At least he’s not defensive about it.
“I know we’ve gotten off to a terrible start,” he says. “But I hope it can get better from here.”
He offers me his hand and I shake it.
“I’m Sawyer Davies,” he says.
Fuck. I know who Sawyer Davies is. Bassist for My Hero. I’m kicking myself for not recognizing him as soon as he sat down.
“Julia Patrick,” I tell him.
“Very nice to meet you, Julia,” he says.
Then he smiles at me again and I really can’t help but like him. He’s got that smile that makes you think he got away with murder as a child. That smile that probably lands him a dozen girls a night.
I try not to be charmed by it.
Christian pokes his head out from his office.
“Julia, please come in,” he says.
I take a deep breath and stand up.
“Really nice to meet you, Julia,” Sawyer says, with a nod.
I follow Christian into his office, and he closes the door. That can’t be a good sign. A closed door. I swallow hard. This is it. I’m getting fired. He’s found some hot model that he wants prancing around the office half-assing the assistant job. Or he’s got a down-on-his-luck nephew who needs the job more and he’s letting me go.
“Julia, I want to thank you for everything you’ve done here thus far,” he says. “I can honestly tell you that you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had.”
“Thank you.”
“Which is why I’m so sorry to lose you.”
“What?”
I knew it.
“Nixie Carnes is putting together the My Hero tour and her assistant just quit,” he says. “Nikki Brooks filled in last time, but she’s busy with Marla Chambers and the new talent acquisition team,” he continues.
“Okay…”
“I’ve been trying to figure out a way not to do this, but the tour starts in a month and there’s no time to train someone properly unless we start right now,” he says.
I’m speechless. Is he really saying what I think he’s saying?
“Julia, pack your bags,” Christian concludes. “You’re going on tour.”
Look out for My Hero: Sawyer
Coming Fall 2020
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