by Harlow Layne
“If you would have asked me in the beginning then the answer would have been yes; I was insecure and felt like a cougar but now,” she holds her head up with her hands smiling at me. “I’m proud to call you my boyfriend and to have you on my arm.” She frowns, examining my face somberly. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem like the proper word to call you, but I don’t know what else there is. Lover seems seedy in our case. Nothing I can call you seems to properly convey what I feel for you. What you are to me.”
“And what am I to you?”
Without thought, she answers. “My world.”
“What about if you called me… husband?”
I keep my face neutral, but inside my heart is beating a mile a minute. Not once had we ever talked about marriage except her failed one. Sadie has never expressed she wants to get married again. Ever.
Blinking at me in surprise, Sadie opens and closes her mouth, and opens it again for it to hang open. When she finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
I can’t back out now.
“If the answer’s yes then yes, I’m asking you to marry me. First, you can call me fiancé unless you want to go to the courthouse or elope.”
Stop fucking talking! She’s going to change her name, and you’ll never see her again.
Her eyes spark with surprise.
“Well,” she draws out the word as she sits up, straddling me again. My dick twitches with her pussy so close. “I don’t think I have any plans this weekend,” she shrugs as if she’s talking about the weather, not becoming my future wife. “We could go to Vegas, have a little fun, and find a little white chapel.”
“What?” I ask stupefied, blinking up at her in question. Was she saying yes?
“I mean it doesn’t have to be this weekend if that doesn’t work for you.”
“Ummm, today works for me. Tomorrow. Any day of the week works for me if I get to keep you forever and call you my wife.”
“Are you sure? I can be a handful. Think of how crazy I am right before my period. Do you want to put up with that for the rest of your life? Because if you marry me there isn’t going to be a divorce, even if I make you gay.”
I can’t help but laugh. There’s no way in hell she’s ever turning me gay.
“I know what I’m getting myself into,” I nod, still unsure if she’s being serious or not because never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this easy to get her to agree to marry me.
“Okay, I’ll look at plane tickets. We can leave after our Friday afternoon meeting and come back…” she looks over at her desk deep in thought. “Shit. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. We’ll probably want a honeymoon, right?”
She’s really going to marry me.
“Every day with you is a honeymoon.” I don’t need a honeymoon. All I need is her in my life and to become my wife. Now that the idea is in my head, I never wanted anything more in my life.
“That’s why I’m marrying you. You’re so damn sweet. And hot. And a sex god in bed. And...”
I cut her off by flipping her onto her back with me hovering over her.
“Save something for your wedding vows,” I laugh.
Lifting a hand, she lovingly pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. Her gaze soft but searching. “You really want to marry me?
“Without a doubt in my mind. Do you really want to marry me?” I don’t want her to do it because only an hour before she was worried I was going to die. This is forever, just as she said. I would never let her go.
“I do,” she answers softly, cupping my stubbled cheek. “I never thought I’d get married again, but now… I can’t bear the thought of not being your wife. Not being with you forever.”
Me neither.
19
Sadie
Tyson grunts from beside me, and I can’t hide the smile that spreads across my face.
“It’s not fucking funny. I should’ve suggested we go to a private island for our honeymoon, not stay in Vegas. Every fucking guy in a three-mile radius is looking at you,” he growls, slipping his sunglasses over his murderous eyes. “I’m going to end up spending my honeymoon in jail. Maybe we should visit one of the shops and get you a full piece swimsuit.” He shakes his head. “No, that won’t be good enough. You need a Mumu, that way no one can see your body.”
Rolling my head on the lounger toward him, I fight to hide my smile, but I know I fail when I can see his eyes turn to slits underneath his sunglasses. “Tyson Jacobs, I never would have thought you’d be the jealous type.”
“I am when every man here wants to fuck my wife,” his scowl deepens. “Stop smiling.”
“The only person I want to fuck is you, my sweet husband. You have nothing to worry about. Give me half an hour longer in the sun. I’m not as lucky as you. You spend twenty minutes outside and turn a beautiful bronze. I’ve got to spend hours to get half the tan you have.”
It really isn’t fair how easily he tans. It only makes him more gorgeous.
Reaching over, he links his hand with mine. “You’re beautiful just as you are. There’s no need for a tan.”
“Thank you, baby. Just give me a little more time and then we can stay in our room for the rest of today. I promise.”
If I thought we had a lot of sex before, it is nothing compared to now. Ty’s ring now sits on my left ring finger, and it seems to be an aphrodisiac. Every time he gets a glimpse of it, he strips me and fucks me wherever we are. Well almost everywhere. If we’re out, he waits until we get into our room where he ravages my body until I’m sated and blissed out, unable to move.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and mark you every way I can,” he growls, pulling my lounger closer to his.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Glancing out to the pool and the surrounding people, no one is looking at me. If anything, it’s the women who are all but panting as they take in my husband sprawled out on the lounger like a sex god. If anyone should be jealous, it’s me, but I know that Ty would never cheat on me. He loves me and is crazy about me. Which is obvious from his unfounded accusations, but I find it sweet and endearing. It’s nice to have someone care about me and want me for themselves.
A few minutes later, I’m all hot and bothered thinking about what Ty’s going to do to me when we get to our room, and what he’s done since we’ve landed in Vegas. “Hey, I’m going to take a dip in the pool to cool off, and then we can go.”
“I’ll come with you,” he stands, holding his hand out for me.
I take it, smiling. It’s strange to be out in the open with our relationship. The few days we were at work past week after everyone found out about us, we came and left work together and had lunch, but besides those times we kept our distance, trying not to tempt fate and have someone say something that would set either of us off.
On a couple of occasions, I found Ty in a deep ‘discussion’ with a co-worker, but I let him handle it. It was what we had to deal with now that everyone knew about our relationship. I heard the snickers and the nasty comments behind my back but chose to ignore them as best as I could. I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized we were married.
Slipping into the water, I glide out to the middle of the pool, cooling off my overheated skin. Dipping underneath the surface to slick my hair back, I emerge to find Tyson standing in front of me, dripping wet. His body glistening in the sun as water droplets trail down his washboard abs. Pure sex.
Biting my bottom lip, I want to run my tongue all over his body. Take him in my mouth and bring him to his knees.
“Sweet girl, you’ve got to stop looking at me like that or I can’t be accountable for what I do to you in public,” he growls sexily.
“Come down here with me,” I purr.
Sinking into the water, Ty erases the space between us just as I wanted him to. Wrapping my legs around him, I lean back letting my upper body float and look up at my husband. The sun behind him makes it so I can�
�t see his handsome face, but I’ve stared at him and memorized his features enough that it’s as if the sun isn’t blinding me from his beauty.
His hand spans my stomach, moving up between my breasts, and back down. “I may not like all the men wanting what’s mine, but you do look damn fine in this bikini.” His fingertips brush the underside of my left breast before moving around to my side to play with the strings of my bottoms. “I can’t wait to untie these strings and let it fall to the floor.”
I sit up, keeping my legs wrapped around his waist, and run my hands up each ridge of his spectacular six pack. I don’t stop until my breasts are firmly pressed to his chest and my arms are wrapped around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Kissing along his jaw, my tongue smooths over his bottom lip. Our tongues dance slowly and lazily. Hands roaming across warm soft skin, over tight muscles. We’re out in public, and if we aren’t careful, the situation could get out of hand. But in that moment, I don’t care. I’d let him fuck me right here and now, except I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.
“What else are you going to do to me?” I hum against his lips, tempting fate.
“Worship every inch of your tight little body. Fuck you with my fingers and mouth until you beg for my cock,” he growls before nipping my bottom lip, and then sucking the pain away.
I want to beg him now to feel his cock inside of me. Even though I’m the one who asked to stay a little while longer at the pool.
Placing kisses down the column of my neck, his hands grip my ass, squeezing with each nip and suck. “I need you, Ty.”
“Are you ready to go upstairs?” he asks, biting softly on my earlobe.
“Yes,” I answer breathily, trying to fight the need to grind against him. My core pulses with the need to feel him inside of me. “You’ve turned me into a nympho,” I add as I slip down his body.
“My nympho,” he laughs, wrapping my hand in his large one, and all but drags me out of the pool.
He doesn’t stop as we pass our loungers with our stuff beside them until I stop, jerking him to a halt.
“What?” he asks, looking down at me in confusion.
“We can’t leave our phones down here. Someone will steal them.”
Ty looks around and scowls. “Put your cover up on.”
I giggle like a love sick teenager, but do as he asks, or more like demands, while Ty stuffs my beach bag with our towels, his shirt, and our phones.
When I hear a few giggles, I turn to see a group of college age girls ogling what’s mine. I don’t blame them. Tyson is model perfect with his long, lean body. His muscles bulging in the most appealing ways as he rushes to grab everything. He’s tanned to perfection making his light green eyes stand out even more. Even a few men chuckle when Ty grabs my hand again and starts dragging me toward the hotel’s doors.
“Ty,” I admonish him.
Still striding forward, his grip tightens. “Sadie, if I don’t get you in the privacy of our room, I’m going to take you right here for everyone to see.”
“Hell yeah,” some guy off to the side yells as we pass by.
“Take me to our room,” I demand breathily, walking faster.
The moment the door swings open to our room, Ty pushes me up against it, his hands sliding up my thighs until they meet the ties of my bikini bottoms. With a pull on each side, they pool at my feet. Ripping my coverup over my head, Ty’s fingers slip around my neck to undo my top before falling to his knees.
His nose grazes my bundle of nerves and my head falls back against the door from that one touch alone.
“You smell so fucking good.”
The tips of his fingers skate up from my ankles until they grip my hips holding me in place. Throwing my left leg over his shoulder, I tangle my fingers into his hair as his talented tongue swipes through my folds, ending with a swirl to my throbbing clit.
“Grind your pussy into my face. Take what you want,” he growls, slipping two fingers into my core.
With his tongue licking and swirling and his fingers pumping, I nearly buckle from the pleasure. My toes curl, heat travels down my spine straight to my pulsing walls as light explodes behind my eyelids.
When I can open my eyes and move my limbs, I slip my leg from Ty’s shoulder and run my fingers through his hair. Taking my hand in his, Ty stands in all his naked glory.
When did he take off his swim trunks?
My eyes rake down his torso that’s rising and falling as rapidly as my own. I take his length in my hand, stroking its velvety softness over hard steel.
I want him in my mouth. To taste his salty goodness.
Kissing down his chest, I nip down one side of his ‘V’ and lick down the other.
Looking up, I find Ty’s eyes hooded with lust as he gazes down at me while biting his lower lip. His eyes slam shut as I swirl my tongue around his tip and then lick down the thick vain on the underside of his cock. Taking his length in my mouth, I slowly bob my head and hollow my cheeks.
“Fuck, your mouth is almost as good as your pussy,” he grates out, pulling my hair back to get a better view.
I keep taking him until he hits the back of my throat and do my best to swallow him until my lips touch the base of his thick cock. Pulling back, I run my tongue along the underside driving him mad.
Replacing my mouth with my hand, I pump as I lick along his length to his balls. Taking one in my mouth, I lightly suck and lick.
One minute I’m on my knees and the next I’m hoisted up into the air over Tyson’s shoulder.
“What happened?” I ask out of breath. My eyes train on the delectable ass in front of me and I can’t fight the urge to bite on his firm ass.
“Fuck woman, your mouth is driving me wild. I don’t want you on your knees. I want to be buried deep inside of you. You can use your mouth later,” he growls.
Bending me over the back of the couch, Ty impales me in one thrust. He leans down until his front is flush against my back, one arm snakes around for his hand to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. His mouth at my neck breathes heavily. It’s not often that we don’t have sex facing each other some way, but when we do, Ty lets me know he’s right there with me.
Eyes on me.
He's not Gerald.
Far from it, and I know he wants me. Ty makes sure to let me know how much he wants me each and every day.
“I love you,” he moans into my ear.
“I love you,” I answer back, panting as another orgasm builds.
My fingers dig into the leather of the couch as Ty thrusts deep and hard hitting that special spot inside each and every time.
“Ty,” I moan, turning to look at him. “I’m so close. Fuck me harder.”
His mouth crashes down on mine. Our teeth gnash, tongues dueling, tasting one another as if it’s the first time. I push back as his hips piston into me. His hand slips from my breast to pinch my clit, and I explode. My entire body tenses as wave after wave of lightening shoots through my body until I go slack against the cool leather of the sofa.
Ty thrusts once more before stilling as he shoots his essence deep into my core. His hands on my hips fall to my sides as he slumps down on top of me with his face buried in my shoulder. I can feel his lips tip up against my overheated skin before he kisses me and stands, pulling me up with him.
“I needed that,” we say at the same time and then laugh.
Pulling me flush against his chest, Ty gazes down at me with more love in his eyes than I ever thought possible. “Now let me take you to bed and make love to you like you deserve.”
Swoon.
Would I ever get used to how loving and sweet he is?
I certainly hope not.
“Sadie,” he quietly calls my name making me crack my eyes open to peek up at him. A soft smile tips his lips. “Thank you for becoming my wife.” His face is serious and even more severe from the lights of the strip dancing across his skin. “I promise to worship you until t
he day I die.”
“Are you reciting your vows?”
“Don’t be a smart ass.” He swats my ass making me giggle drowsily.
“Best day of my life becoming your wife,” I mumble from my sex induced haze. I’m barely able to keep my eyes open after coming upstairs and having Tyson pleasure me for the past few hours. It is definitely nice to have a husband with his stamina.
Ty’s arms tighten around me, and I snuggle further into him.
“When we started this, I thought I was a phase for you,” I mumble into the night before kissing his chest. “That you’d get tired of me, and if I opened my heart to you, you’d break it.”
“Never,” he vows, pulling me impossibly closer to him.
“I know that now. You’re my forever, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“You’ve got to stop talking, or I’m going to have to fuck you again.” His words and the gravel in his voice make me want to jump him, even if he hadn’t already exhausted me earlier. My bones feel like jelly. I’m not sure I could get out of bed even if the hotel was on fire.
Humming, I rub against the leg I’m wrapped around. “I’m spent. All except for my vagina. It has a mind of its own and wants you to fuck me into oblivion.”
“That pussy of yours is what brought you to me, so I’ll do whatever I can to make her happy and show her how thankful I am that she can’t get enough of me.”
“She may have started it, but you’re now a part of every piece of me. My heart. My soul. My mind.”
“Stop talking, Sadie. Let me get a couple of hours of sleep, then I promise I’ll be your sex slave if you want,” he grumbles, but I hear the humor and love in his tone.
“I could sleep,” I say on a yawn. “And I like the idea of you being my sex slave.”
His hands cover my mouth and he hushes me with furrowed brows. “I’m serious.”
“Me too,” I say against his palm. “Now stop talking so I can get some sleep.”