The Love Series Box Set: Volume One

by Davenport, Fiona

  Her gaze darted around, and her cheeks filled with heat. “I. Am. Fine,” she insisted. “Please stop before people start wondering what we’re arguing about. If we have to, we can talk about this later when we’re alone.”

  Fuck worrying about what other people thought. Hazel’s opinion was the only one who truly mattered to me. And fuck waiting for later. My wife was the most important person in my world. I wouldn’t hesitate to burn my entire life down if that’s what it took to make her happy.

  Tossing my napkin on the table, I quickly rose from my chair. Gasps surrounded us when I lifted Hazel out of her chair and carried her through the room and out the door. I also heard the click of a ton of cameras. A picture of us as we left the gala was bound to make it into Page Six tomorrow, along with wild speculation about our marriage. But I didn’t give a damn. The only thing I cared about was getting to the bottom of whatever was going on in my wife’s head and fixing it so I could make her happy again.

  Chapter 6

  Jamison

  I barely resisted the urge to ravish her lusciously rounded body after I got her in the back of the car. She opened her mouth to say something, but my glare had her snapping her pretty lips shut. Her face was pink, clearly embarrassed by my display, but I couldn’t muster up any regret. I’d had enough of this bullshit. I was going to get to the bottom of what was going on with my wife.

  We rode in silence, but I claimed her hand and hauled her close so I could wrap an arm around her. She was still stiff, but our close proximity melted a little of her icy exterior.

  Once we arrived at our home, I jumped out and gently pulled Hazel out behind me. Then I swept her into my arms again and took the steps to the front door two at a time. After punching in a code on the keypad beside the entrance, I pushed the door open and jogged up the stairs to our bedroom.

  Stalking inside, I hit the light switch with my elbow, then set Hazel down in the center of the room.

  She immediately spun around and punched her fists onto her hips. She was breathing hard, and I barely restrained myself from staring at her tits, keeping eye contact instead. It didn’t stop my dick from responding, and it was on the verge of busting my zipper.

  “Jamison!” she exclaimed hysterically. “Everyone is going to think you’ve lost your mind!”

  Hearing my full name from her lips was the last straw. I swiftly closed the small gap between us and used both hands to grasp the scooped neckline of her satin gown. My adrenaline was at an all-time high, so it took little effort to rip the dress down the center. Hazel gasped, but I was too intent on getting her naked to determine whether it was from outrage or arousal. My tongue slid along my suddenly dry lips as I finally allowed my eyes to feast on her beautiful breasts while I pushed the green fabric off of her shoulders. My gaze followed the path of the dress as it fell and pooled on the ground. Her bra and panties matched her dress, and it pissed me the fuck off. Her entire outfit was a reminder of the aloof, socialite she’d become tonight.

  I popped the front clasp on her bra and tugged it off of her. Then I tore away the tiny scrap of fabric standing between me and my wife’s mouthwatering pussy. Finally, she was bare, and I used one hand on her back to press her body into mine. I was still fully clothed in my tux, but I could feel her heat penetrating through the layers, particularly where my cock bulged against her curved belly. My other hand slipped between us and just as I bent my head to capture her lips, I thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

  Hazel sucked in a breath, and this time I was certain it was from desire. Her pelvis bucked and her tongue gave as good as it got, dancing furiously with mine. When she was panting with need, her body trembling with anticipation of her orgasm, I stilled my fingers and with monumental effort, tore my mouth from hers.

  “Who owns this pussy, peaches?”

  “You,” she breathed immediately before her lips chased mine for another drugging kiss. I held back, not completely satisfied with her answer.

  “Say my name, Hazel,” I commanded.

  “Jamison.”

  “Wrong fucking answer, peaches,” I growled, my grip on her tightening. Grasping her waist, I lifted her and laid her on her stomach in the center of our big bed.

  “On all fours!” I snapped. She scrambled to obey, and it soothed me a little. But didn’t lessen my fervor, my desperate need for her. I caressed one of her sweet cheeks and murmured, “Good girl.”

  I stripped off my clothes so fast it would have made Superman jealous, then climbed onto the bed behind her. “Say my name, baby,” I crooned as I filled my hands with her round ass.

  She glanced back at me in confusion and whispered, “Jamison.”

  Pulling my hand back, I brought it down on one lily-white cheek with a resounding slap. Hazel’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she moaned. Mixing that with the bright red handprint marking her, I couldn’t keep myself from coming just a little.

  “You’ve earned yourself an ass so red you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week,” I growled. “But I’ll settle for spanking you until you give me what I want.” I smacked her ass and grunted, “with some extras for your behavior tonight.”

  Hazel’s jaw dropped as she gaped at me over her shoulder. “My behavior? I did everything I could to be the perfect wife. To be sophisticated and elegant.”

  My eyes narrowed as I speared her with a dark glower. “Exactly.” Smack. “I don’t know what has come over you lately, but I want my wife back.” Smack. “I don’t want a plastic, cold, socialite.” Smack. “I want the warm, funny, sweet woman I married.”

  “But—” Smack.

  “Are you going to give her back to me?” I demanded, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. Hazel turned her head forward for a moment, and I held my breath.

  Then she looked back at me almost shyly, the adorable sight making my dick swell painfully. “I just wanted to be the perfect wife for you. To impress your clients and—”

  I flatted one palm on the back of her neck before dragging it down her spine to the cute dimples above her ass. “You were already the perfect wife,” I told her softly. “And for the record, you’ve always been worthy of being on my arm. If anyone wasn’t worthy, it was me. I’ll never be good enough for you, peaches. But I’m going to spend eternity trying.”

  Her expression softened, and she nodded as she gazed at me with love shining in her eyes. Relief trickled through my veins, but it was no match for the fire raging inside me. I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. “Now, give me what I want,” I growled.

  “Huh?” She looked confused, and I reiterated my command from earlier. “Say my name, peaches. I want to hear you admit out loud who owns every inch of this body.”

  “I did,” she protested before repeating, “Jamison.”

  The crack of my next spanking rang off the walls. “Say my name, peaches.” I grabbed my cock and squeezed, trying to stave off my orgasm. Then I slid the angry, purple head up and down the crack of her ass a couple times before slipping under and putting just the tip in then retreating.

  “Jamie!” she shouted with a mixture of objection and naked want.

  “Good girl,” I purred. I slipped my hands around to cup her tits and played with her sensitive nipples while I placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the back of her neck and down her back.

  Hazel whined, and I spotted one of her hands inching toward her center. I grabbed it, then took hold of the other one as well. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me, peaches?” I grunted. “You know the rule. Nobody plays with your delicious pussy but me.” She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and I saw the sparkle in her beautiful green eyes that had been missing lately. The need to fuck her slammed into me so hard I almost collapsed on top of her. Inhaling slowly, I thought about investment statistics until I felt a measure of control return.

  Wrapping her fingers around the spindles of our headboard, I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you going to be good and leav
e your hands up here, or do I have to tie you to the bed?” Just the thought had come leaking incessantly from my cock.

  “I’ll be good.”

  Almost reluctantly, I released her hands and smoothed mine over her damp skin, once again palming the full globes of her tits. We’d get to bondage eventually, but tonight was about reconnecting, reminding her that I was the only one she ever needed to please and that meant being her true self.

  I twisted and plucked at her fat nipples while my dick teased her pussy, sliding through her lips but never venturing inside.

  “Jamie,” she moaned, her ass wiggling, her body begging for more. “Please.”

  Hearing her nickname for me, said with such passion, fanned the flames licking at my skin. I needed to be inside her. I grabbed my cock and positioned it so that I could feed it to her inch by inch. I swallowed hard and silently reminded myself to be careful as I slowly penetrated her. She was so fucking tight it felt like she had a vice grip on me, but she was drenched so I still slid in with ease.

  Hazel moaned and pushed back against me. I wrapped my hands around her hips and held her still as I fought to keep myself in check. Finally, I was balls deep inside her wet heat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My spine tingled, and the need to pull back and thrust in hard and fast was almost overwhelming. My body and heart demanded that I prove who this woman belonged to. To fuck her with everything I had until she was marked inside and out. I was practically hyperventilating in my herculean effort to hold back.

  “Jamie,” Hazel whimpered desperately. “Please, please. I need you so bad.”

  Another notch in my determination slipped at her frantic plea before she added, “Fuck me, husband.”

  “Fuck!” I roared as the last thread to my self-control snapped. My hips shot back before plunging inside with enough force to bang the bed into the wall.

  “Yessss!” Hazel screamed. She threw her head back, and I clenched a fist-full of her copper hair.

  “That’s it, baby,” I growled. “Let go. Oh, fuck!” Her pussy contracted, and stars danced in front of my eyes from the acute pleasure. My hips pistoned in and out, hard and fast, bottoming out every time. Hazel’s cries were quickly escalating to screams, and the world around me fell away. I was mindless, lost to the primal mating instinct consuming me.

  “I want you bared to me, peaches,” I managed to grit through clenched teeth. “I want you naked inside and out, don’t hide anything from me.” Suddenly, I realized that being in this position, I wouldn’t be able to see her face when she came. It was one of my most favorite things because in that moment, Hazel was completely open, showing me her soul, giving me the gift of being completely vulnerable. Halting, I released her hair, then pried her fingers from the headboard. Quickly, I flipped onto my back and slid my head between her legs. I indulged in tasting her sweet pussy juices for a bit before guiding her body down so that she was straddling me. “Ride me, peaches.” Her green eyes glowed, and she stared at me with the love and passion I knew she saw reflected in my gaze. I grasped her waist and slammed her down on my dick, then froze when I registered the thickness beneath my fingers. Hazel cried out and tried to move, but I held her in an iron grip. Terror ripped through me. I’d completely lost it and had fucked her with abandon. What if I’d hurt the baby?!

  The next thing I knew, Hazel’s small, warm hands were cupping my face, her lips only a breath away from mine. “You won’t hurt us, Jamie.” I shook my head and splayed my hands over the growing bump of her belly, but she nodded in a silent argument. Next, she brushed her lips tenderly over mine before sitting back, a stubborn expression on her face. “You asked me to give you all of me,” she started, her tone firm but loving. “To be my true self with you.”

  I nodded warily, not sure where she was going with this. And, trying to ignore the way her pussy was gloving my aching cock at the moment, yelling at me to move.

  “I’m more than willing to do it. But in return, you have to trust me.”

  “I do trust you,” I immediately replied. It was the truth, I trusted her implicitly.

  “Not if you don’t believe me when I tell you that the baby and I will be just fine if you lose control with me. You won’t hurt us, Jamie.” Then she looked at me smugly. “The doctor even encouraged sex.” I raised a brow. She’d called the doctor about this? It was a good thing her doctor was a woman, or I’d have been forced to beat the man until he forgot about anything involving my wife and sex. If the moment hadn’t been so serious, I might have laughed at the absurd thought. Like I’d ever let her have a male doctor.

  “Do you trust me?” she asked again.

  I took a deep breath and groaned when it pushed my dick farther into her wet center. “Yes,” I mumbled. I was distracted by the sensations shooting from my cock to my core, but I meant what I said. She seemed to know it because she smiled brightly and this time, it reached her eyes. My hands tightened around her for a moment, then I unclenched them and told her, “You set the pace, peaches. Take what you want.”

  Her green orbs darkened with hunger, and she began to move. Slowly at first, then increasing her speed until she was bouncing on my dick with wild abandon. Her full tits swayed in my face, the cherry tips hard and peaked. I sucked one into my mouth, and Hazel cried out as her walls closed around me so tight I worried for a beat that my cock might break off. “Fuck, Hazel,” I grunted. “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. You love my dick inside you, don’t you?”

  “Yes!” I wasn’t sure if she was answering my question or responding to the sudden punch of my hips as I met her with an upward thrust.

  “You want my come, baby?” I shifted to grip her ass, helping her to raise up and slam down on me so hard that the banging of the headboard joined our loud cries of passion and the sound of our slick bodies slapping together. “If you weren’t already knocked up, I’d fill your womb so deeply and so full of my seed you’d be swelling with my baby in no time.” I knifed up and pushed Hazel back, so she was lying on the bed. “I guess we’ll just have to practice for the next one,” I practically purred. She arched her back and moaned. “Does that make you hot, peaches? The thought of me putting another baby in you?” Hazel’s head bobbed in affirmation, and it made the caveman inside me shout with approval. I spread her legs wide before gripping her ass once more. Then I got to my knees and lifted her pelvis so I could pump into her, hitting her cervix before rubbing along her g-spot as I dragged my cock back out.

  “Oh! Yes! Jamie—I’m—I’m going to come!”

  Quickly, I took hold of her arms and raised her so that she was once again straddling me. I pushed up from my knees and fucked into her tight channel every time she slammed down on my cock. The tingling in my spine was getting harder to ignore, and my balls were drawn up tight. “I love you, wife,” I grunted.

  “I love you, too,” Hazel moaned as her eyes drifted shut.

  “Come, peaches. But keep your eyes open, I want to see you when I make you explode.”

  Hazel dragged her lids up, and I locked our green eyes and poured out every bit of my love and obsession for her. Gliding my hands between us, I rubbed her swollen belly for a few seconds before using my thumb to rub her clit vigorously. She gasped and in the next second, she flew apart, shattering with an ear-piercing scream. I roared her name as I followed her right over the edge.

  * * *

  “I’m good, y’all,” Hazel murmured into the phone as she glanced at me with a slight dusting of pink on her cheeks. “More than good.” Her lips tipped up in a cat that ate the canary kind of smile. She sat on the bed, looking thoroughly fucked and satisfied as she talked to Blair and Imogen at the same time, who I gathered were sharing the phone on their end.

  I grinned and crawled over my wife, settling between her legs that had instinctively widened for me. My hands traveled up her silky skin from her ankles to her thick thighs. Hazel’s eyes rounded as she watched me, and I gave her a roguish smile before dipping my head to lick up the seam of her pussy. She stifled a s
ound and squirmed under my hold. “Um. Sure, I’ll meet you—I—oh!” She shivered when I speared my tongue into her slick hole. At her exclamation, I gave her a dark frown.

  “If you can’t keep your sounds of passion quiet, I’ll stop. Those are for my ears alone, peaches.”

  She nodded and pressed her lips together firmly. I rewarded her by blowing on her clit before sucking it into my mouth. “Yes!” she yelped. I stopped, and she begged me with her eyes to continue. “Yes, I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, not completely convinced that she was simply agreeing to whatever the girls asked and not from my attention to her pussy. “I need to go!” she practically shouted before stabbing the screen and throwing her phone over the side of the bed.

  I tsked and teased, “That was rude.”

  “Oh, for Pete’s sake. It was your fault!” she snapped. “If you want to use that mouth, use it to make me come now that I’ve hung up on my friends so I can be as loud as you want.”

  Her words were like pouring a bucket of steaming water over me. I was suddenly on fire, my skin beading with sweat, and my cock springing a leak. It didn’t matter that I’d fucked her brains out no more than a half hour ago; my cock was ready and willing to bring my peaches to as many screaming orgasms as she desired. “Yes, ma’am.”

  After two more rounds with my mouth and one on my dick, Hazel and I flopped back onto the bed, completely exhausted. I drew her into my arms, pulling her on top of me so her head was resting in the crook of my neck. “Do you remember what I asked you when we met?” I asked softly as my breathing returned to normal.

  Hazel snorted. “I don’t recall you asking for anything. However, I distinctly remember you demanding.”

  I slapped her ass lightly, and she squirmed at the sting. My face was buried in her hair, so I let myself smile. She was going to be a little sore tomorrow, and it gave me a smug sense of gratification.