Happily Ever After: A Romance Collection

by Amelia Wilde

  “Like what?” I pant.

  He pulls back and stands to his full height, his hazel eyes taking me in, devouring me.

  “I didn’t do this.” He reaches forward and grabs the collar of the thin shirt I’m wearing and rips it off me.

  And by that, I mean he rips it right down the middle, leaving it hanging open, exposing my white lace push-up bra. It’s a caveman act that soaks my panties.

  I guess caveman is my thing.

  I scramble to push the fabric off my arms and then reach back and unfasten my bra, letting it slide down my arms until it’s puddled on the floor with my shirt.

  His gaze dips to my tightened nipples and his hands cover each breast—squeezing and tracing his thumbs over my nipples.

  “I didn’t get to do this,” he says, bending down and sucking one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around. My hand comes to the back of his head and I grip his hair.

  He moves to my other nipple and this time he clamps down with his teeth until pain spikes in my chest, only to be swept away when he drags his tongue across it over and over.

  Cole drops to his knees in front of me and begins to remove my shoes and socks, then undoes my jeans—pulling them down my legs until I’m almost naked in front of him, in only my sheer, wet panties.

  “I’ve waited way too long to see you like this again, Whit. I feel like a starving man who’s just come across a buffet.” His focus veers back to my eyes. “I plan to eat my fill.” His hand drops to his thick erection and he squeezes himself through his boxer briefs.

  Aside from him ripping my shirt in half that might be the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ll be reliving this moment for weeks to come.

  Unable to stop myself, I reach up and squeeze both of my breasts. Cole’s heavy-lidded gaze takes in every one of my movements as he continues to rub his hard cock.

  “You’re going to fucking kill me.” His hand dips under the cotton of his boxer briefs and he strokes himself faster. “Keep touching yourself while I make you scream.”

  It’s a promise, not a threat, and I hadn’t thought it possible but my panties grow even damper than before. I am primed and ready for him and I don’t feel like I can wait much longer to feel him inside me.

  I continue fondling myself and Cole roughly yanks my underwear down my legs, his patience and self-control on the brink. His tongue trails a path all the way up to my neck again and he’s standing before me when he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

  “On the bed,” he says and nods his head in that direction.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crawl across the bed on my hands and knees, giving him a bit of a show by swaying my hips side to side a little more than necessary.

  When I turn and lie down on my back he’s pushing his hands through his hair and looking like he’s trying to muster up some restraint.

  I wish he wouldn’t. I want to see him completely animalistic.

  I lie there with my hands above my head and watch as he pushes his boxers down over his hips. They fall to the ground and he steps out of them, but all I can think of is how perfect this man is. How perfect his cock is. Long and thick and firm with the perfect vein running up the underside. Like a work of art.

  He really is a unicorn cock.

  While I’m busy taking him in he’s doing the same and reaches down and strokes himself a few times. I press my thighs together to ease the pressure because holy shit, I could come just watching him.

  “You have no idea how many times I pictured this exact fucking scene,” his raspy voice says, pulling my vision to his eyes. “And never was it as perfect and inviting as this.” He strokes himself lightly and my gaze dips to his straining erection again while I lick my lips. I’m eager to taste him and drive him as crazy as he’s making me right now.

  But I don’t get the chance because before I know it he’s crawling across the mattress, using his hands to spread my legs, and positioning his shoulders between my legs.

  “I definitely didn’t get to do this that night.” His thumbs spread me and he runs his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. One of my hands dives into his hair and the other one grips the iron railing of the headboard above my head.

  Cole laps at me again and again until I’m a writhing mess.

  “I had no idea you’d taste so sweet, Whit.” His eyes lock with mine over my mound while his tongue traces lazy circles over my clit. He sucks it into his mouth and my hips arch up and I moan, the feeling too intense.

  His large hand pushes me back down to the mattress and I whip my head back and forth, not sure I can hold off my orgasm much longer. I’m on the brink when Cole pulls away and the hand I had in his hair drops to the bed.

  My eyes spring open and I give him a questioning gaze.

  “I want you to sit on my face. Switch places with me.”

  I don’t even have a second to make sense of what he’s saying before he takes my hand and helps me into a seated position. He takes the spot I was just in, lying with his back to the mattress, one hand behind his head. My eyes focus on his straining erection.

  I could hop on right now and take what I really need, what I really want. As if he can read my mind he says, “Plenty of time for that later, sweetheart.” He extends his hand out to me. “Now come here.”

  I take his hand and shimmy myself until I’m all the way up at the top of the mattress next to his head. Cole’s licking his lips when I glance down at him. For a split second I’m nervous because I’ve never done this, but then I take in the expression on Cole’s face—the pure lust, the abundance of need—and I know I have nothing to worry about.

  “Now straddle me until you come on my face.”

  I do as he says, lowering myself tentatively down, not wanting to suffocate him, but Cole is having no part of that. Both his hands grip my hips and he pulls me down until his face is pressed into my pussy.

  He flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit a few times, hard enough that I can feel it, yet light enough that I’m writhing for more.

  I grip onto the headboard in front of me and moan when he straightens his tongue and starts fucking me with it.

  Oh. Oh, God.

  Why have I never done this before? Because this is fan-fucking-tastic.

  Eventually he moves back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth as one of his fingers slowly enters me, and then another. His other hand reaches up and twists my nipple between his finger and thumb.

  I circle my hips as if I’m riding his cock.

  When he arches his finger to hit my g-spot I’m a panting, quivering mess, so close to finishing.

  “Come for me, Whit. Come all over my face.” He pulls my clit back into his mouth and sucks hard while increasing the pressure on my nipple.

  His words are my undoing and I throw my head back, exploding into a million pieces, coming with a loud cry and jerking my hips back and forth to ride out my orgasm.

  Cole is just as insatiable underneath me, lapping up my release until my quivering subsides.

  I adjust myself back a bit and let my head fall forward to meet his gaze.

  “We’ll be doing that again,” he says with a cocky grin. “But first I need to fuck you.”

  I simply nod, still in la-la land after my orgasm and unable to articulate any words. He helps me get off him and I lie sated on the bed, watching as he rolls over to his night table and pulls out a condom from the drawer.

  He lies back and expertly rolls it over his hard cock and then rises to his knees on the mattress.

  “I hope you weren’t hoping for slow and gentle right now, because I’m going to make you scream until the police are kicking my door down.”

  I nod, hoping Cole is a man of his word.

  23

  “Hands and knees. Ass out,” Cole orders.

  I do as he says, wanting—no, needing—to feel him move inside me. My skin is on fire and my pussy throbs in anticipation.

 
He runs his hand over my ass cheeks a couple of times. “You make me want to do naughty, naughty things to you.” He pushes two fingers in, drawing a moan out of me. I let my forehead fall to the mattress and close my eyes, basking in the sensation of the steady rhythm he’s set.

  Cole eventually pulls his fingers from me and trails them up toward my ass. He circles my puckered hole a few times and my breath hitches.

  “Relax, sweetheart. We’ll save that for another time. Right now, I wanna be balls deep inside that sweet pussy of yours until I make you scream.”

  With one hand on my hip he lines himself up at my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. I release all the air in my lungs in relief. He holds himself there until I grow accustomed to his size.

  I wiggle my hips a little, needing the delicious friction he’s capable of. He takes the hint and groans as he pulls out of me.

  The sound is deep and raspy and I turn my head to look at him. His head is thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes are closed. He pushes in again slowly one more time, setting every one of my nerves on fire. I let my head drop to the mattress as he leaves me and then, as if he’s lost all control, he slams back into me.

  I cry out in equal parts pleasure and surprise and it only ignites the fire within him more. He leans over my back and grabs both of my breasts in his hands, using them as an anchoring point as he pounds in and out of me.

  And I like it. I love that Cole is so turned on by me that he can’t control himself.

  The room is silent except for the sound of our sweat-soaked skin slapping against one another and the moans of pleasure echoing off the walls.

  “I want to see your face when I make you come,” Cole grinds out.

  His chest leaves my back and one of his hands dives into the hair at the back of my head, pulling so that my neck is arched back and I’m almost looking at him upside down.

  “That’s better,” he says.

  The sight of his chiselled, sweaty chest and the way he’s looking at me, like he could devour each and every piece of me, has me working hard to stave off my orgasm.

  He continues to drag his thick cock in and out of me and I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer. Cole must recognize this because he shifts what he’s doing with his hips so that he’s driving into me at a different angle and oh, my God. He’s hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed and it’s pure bliss.

  Every part of my body tightens in anticipation of the coming release until I’m strung so tight I burst. My orgasm washes over me hard and fast and I burst like a confetti bomb, crying out Cole’s name and a whole lot of gibberish that you won’t find in the English dictionary.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.” He holds himself deep inside me for a minute as I contract around him.

  The orgasm rolls on forever and when I finally begin to ride the slow wave down from my high Cole releases my hair and my face drops to the bed.

  Never have I ever come without my clit being involved. Ever.

  Cole and his unicorn cock are like a gift from the Gods.

  He grips my waist with both hands and drives into me a few more times, his efforts less coordinated now until he pulls all the way out. He must rip off the condom because seconds later his cock is riding the space between my ass cheeks and a warm substance hits the crest of my ass.

  Cole groans and jerks against my skin a few more times before stilling behind me.

  He marked me and it doesn’t feel dirty, it feels right. This whole thing between us is feeling inevitable and destined.

  The familiar fear of giving someone that kind of power over me creeps into my chest.

  No. I will not go down that road right now.

  Not everyone will leave you. Not everyone will disappoint you.

  It’s a mantra I’ve repeated many times when shit gets too real for me and I feel myself wanting to pull away.

  Thing is, I don’t know if I could pull away at this point even if I tried. I’m in too deep.

  24

  Cole tosses the washcloth he grabbed to help clean me up into his laundry hamper and joins me on the bed.

  “That was even better than I imagined,” he says and lies on his back, pulling me into his side. His hard chest is warm beneath my cheek.

  “You’ve been imagining it, have you?” I ask with a chuckle.

  “Haven’t you?”

  I glance up at him and he has an eyebrow arched, looking down at me.

  “I’ll never tell,” I say in a singsong voice.

  His arm tightens and he squeezes me closer to him and laughs. “Full disclosure—I’ve been jerking off thinking about what it would feel like to be buried inside you ever since that night you came home with me.”

  My cheeks heat and I squirm a little because the vision of him pumping his cock with his hand while thinking about me… damn. It makes me want to jump on his lap right now and ride him until we’re both completely spent.

  “Are you blushing?” Cole says with amusement. He cranes his neck back a bit to gain a better look at me.

  “What? No.” I tuck my face further into his chest. The inherently male scent of him—dried sweat and sex—makes me inhale deeper.

  “You are.” He laughs some more and tries to get me to dislodge my face from him by tickling me under the arms. “The girl who carries a vibrator around in her purse is embarrassed to know that I beat off to thoughts of her?”

  Now he’s just goading me for a reaction.

  He somehow manages to slip his fingers under my armpit even though I’m squeezing my arms together as tight as I can. I turn over onto my back and he’s above me, tickling me relentlessly while I scream and jerk and beg for mercy.

  The sound of my cell phone ringing from my purse in the living room interrupts our fun.

  “I have to get”—I squeal and try to get out from under him—“that. It could be one of my grandparents.”

  Cole lets his hands drop and tsks me. “Don’t figure on being so lucky next time.” He winks and it’s charming, not cheesy, because it’s Cole.

  I slip from the bed and strut across the room to the bedroom door, naked.

  “Nice view.”

  I smile to myself as I leave the room in search of my purse. I’ve never been an overly confident person. At least not to the point that I’ve been comfortable walking around in the nude in front of my exes. But Cole makes me feel wanted and desired so much that it doesn’t feel like that big of a deal with him.

  I spot my purse on the coffee table as another ring lets out. I rush over, grab my phone from inside, and hit the button to answer without taking a second to see who it is.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey! I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get back to you.”

  It’s Tahlia and though I’d normally be thrilled to hear from my best friend, her timing couldn’t be worse. Her voice is like a pin to the balloon that holds my happiness and it deflates and I crash back down to earth.

  “That’s okay. I know you’re busy.”

  “Still, that’s no excuse. You’ve been so wonderful to go and tour all these places for me and run around town with a guy you couldn’t care less for and I can’t even take two seconds to get back to you. How’s it going with Cole anyway? Have you killed each other yet?”

  Oh, no. I’m not ready to tell her. I don’t even have any idea what Cole and I are. We’ve slept together, yeah, but I imagine Cole sleeps with a lot of people. Do I mean something to him or am I a one-off and it’s never going to happen again?

  Taking the chicken route, I give her a routine answer that doesn’t say much. “We’re making it work. I don’t want you to worry about us. Anyway, how was your trip?”

  Tahlia rambles on about what a shit show it was when she arrived at the out-of-state plant and how she had to stay longer than expected to sort it all out. I guess she knows how to handle her meat.

  I should explain. Tahlia’s family owns the largest sausage company.

  Yep.
Sausages.

  And before you make the obvious jokes, believe me when I say that Lennon has probably beat you to the joke at some point throughout the years. No surprise there, right?

  After Tahl’s done bitching about her job—one she’s never really loved, but has always felt obligated to do—we move on to discuss all the venues.

  “We were supposed to visit the last place on the list today,” I say, my eyes lingering down the hallway, “but something came up.”

  Cole’s cock.

  “No worries. I appreciate you helping me this much as it is. And I think you’re right, from what you’ve said it sounds like the Bentley Reserve is the place. I’ll book an appointment to get in there and check it out for myself.”

  “I think you’ll really like it there.”

  “Okay, I have to run. Chase didn’t answer my calls when I got off the plane and I need to track him down so we can make some decisions on the list of stuff the wedding planner sent over.”

  “Sounds fun.”

  “This woman, I swear, Whit. I could run circles around her and do such a better job, but I barely have time for my manicures these days. Anyway, thanks for all your help. The three of us need to do drinks soon, all right?”

  It takes me a second to realize that she means Lennon as the third party and not Cole.

  “Um… yeah. Of course.”

  “Okay, I’ll figure out when I’m free and we’ll make it happen. Ciao for now.”

  The dial tone sounds in my ear and I drop my phone back into my purse. I stand there for a second chewing on the inside of my cheek, feeling like a terrible friend. I should have just told her when she called, but how can I do that when Cole is a room away and can probably hear every word I say?

  Tahlia would bring up all my reasons for hating him from years ago. Beyond him ditching our blind date, he doesn’t know what else happened that night. And I’m not ready to bring us down from the high we’re both on. Either he’ll think I’m insane for pinning any of the blame on him, or he’ll feel bad about the repercussions.

  Nope. I can’t tell Tahlia until I know for sure what we are. And the same goes for Cole.