Bride

by Jenna Rose

  I shifted slightly and felt some of his cum slip out of me, reminding me of what we’d done.

  I smiled to myself at just how naughty and impulsive it was. My mother was going to kill me when she found out, but that only made me even more excited. I’d been living for everyone else for so long that now it was time to live for me.

  “I don’t even know what to say,” I finally whispered. “That was incredible.”

  “Five years coming,” Jay replied.

  “You sure came like you hadn’t in five years,” I laughed. “I think you completely filled me up!”

  Jay laughed, reached his long arm back behind him (he must have been at least six feet tall) and grabbed a roll of paper towels, tore one off and handed it to me.

  “For the mess,” he said.

  “Oh, what a gentleman,” I laughed as I took it from him and positioned it between us. We groaned in unison as I slid off him and put the paper over my pussy to catch his cum that instantly soaked through the single sheet.

  “Oh my God, Jay!”

  I grabbed the whole roll from him, tore off a huge wad and clamped it between my legs to catch the absolute monster load he’d shot inside me.

  “Is this a joke?” I asked.

  “Is what a joke?”

  “You!” I replied. “A dick the size of a mountain and a load that would make Noah build another ark?”

  Jay burst out laughing and stretched his strong arms up above his head. “I love your sense of humor. The guys I’ve been around these last five years…let’s just say I didn’t find myself smiling a whole lot.”

  “I can’t even imagine what it was like for you,” I said sadly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Jay shook his head. “Later. I don’t want to bring the mood down.”

  “Okay,” I smiled. “Do you have, like, a pair of sweatpants or something I can wear? I really don’t want to put on my wedding dress, even if it’s more like a wedding corset now.”

  “The closet there,” Jay chuckled and pointed. “I doubt there’s anything that will fit you.”

  “Haven’t you heard of boyfriend shirts?” I asked as I walked bowlegged across the creaking hardwood floor and opened the closet door.

  “Sorry, I’m not a fashion expert like you,” he teased. I gave him a frown and plucked one of his working shirts off the rack and slid into it. It fit me like a dress—a very short, slutty dress, but a dress all the same.

  I found my panties and slid them on and threw the paper towels away in the trash. Jay was still lounging on the couch like a sculpture of the ideal man. His dick wasn’t hard-hard anymore, but it was still thick enough to make my mouth water. It was lying up against his stomach, with the tip touching his belly button.

  “Your dick…” I laughed. “Is absurd.”

  “Absurd?” he protested. “That doesn’t sound good.”

  “The good kind of absurd. You know, like when kids say bad but mean good?”

  “Fair enough,” he replied. “Then your pussy is baaaad.”

  I felt myself blush, which was silly. What did I have to be shy about after what we’d just done?

  “Do you want a drink?” I asked, searching the cupboards for a glass. All I found was an assortment of coffee cups that looked like they had been sold to tourists. I settled on a smiling lobster with the MAINE logo popping off his head.

  “Shouldn’t you call one of your servants?” Jay teased as I filled the cup with water.

  “Excuse me, mister?” I sassed as I walked over to him. “Was that an unkind remark about my privileged existence?”

  “I’m just saying,” Jay shrugged. “You must have one of them on call so you don’t have to actually do any real work.”

  He was teasing me, and I suddenly felt like I was a little girl again back on the playground being picked on by a boy who liked her.

  “I thought a man like you would want his woman waiting on him hand and foot,” I countered. “Isn’t that what tough guys like you want? A wife/servant?”

  Jay reached out and snatched me by the hips and pulled me close to him, his eyes alive like fire.

  “I want you,” he replied. “Any way that I can have you.”

  I hadn’t been expecting that answer and quickly felt my eyes filling up with tears as he smiled up at me with all the love in the world. Not wanting to turn into a blubbering mess in front of him, I decided to deflect with a little humor.

  I tipped the cup of water onto his head.

  “Oh!” Jay cried out in surprise. I yelped and leapt back laughing but Jay jumped off the couch and came after me.

  “No, no, no!” I laughed as he scrambled towards me, his hair soaked and dripping. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!”

  Jay grabbed my leg and pulled me to the floor. My heart was so warm it was ready to melt as he gripped me with his strong hands and tickled me, causing me to squirm all over the place as I tried to get away.

  “Mercy!” I cried out. “I give up!”

  “Not so tough now, are you—?” Jay laughed, but stopped short when a beeping sound blared out from the kitchen.

  Jay froze, his expression suddenly serious, and looked toward the door.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Shh!” he hissed, pressing a finger to his lips.

  Jay listened, then leapt up and hit the light switch, bathing the cabin in blackness. He grabbed me roughly by the wrist, pulled me to my feet and pushed me up against the fridge.

  He vanished into the bedroom and returned seconds later with a pair of black jeans and a pistol in his hand. My heart lurched as a dose of cool panic flowed up my spine.

  “Jay…?”

  “I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he whispered. “No one should know about this place. That was my security sensor at the edge of the property.”

  “Is it…them?” I asked.

  Jay bit his lip and slowly nodded. “You stay here, baby. I’ll handle this.”

  “Wait!” I hissed, grabbing him by the arm as he tried to leave. “Don’t!”

  “I have no choice,” he said. “Stay here. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

  And like that—he was gone, out the door and racing away into the night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Rachel

  I was alone. Suddenly the cabin felt foreign, and although Jay had told me I’d be safe here, I felt anything but.

  Where was I anyway? I didn’t know the area. I didn’t know the layout of the house. I didn’t know if there was anything around to defend myself with if someone came—not like I’d be any good at that anyway. I highly doubted my tennis and swimming lessons would do much to protect me from someone trying to hurt me.

  At first I’d hoped it was just Caleb or my parents who had somehow managed to follow us here, but there was no doubt about it; whoever had come onto the property was involved with Jay’s past with the drug smugglers.

  But he’d said they were all arrested? Was it possible they missed one of them? And how did they find this place?

  “Shit!” I hissed, running my fingers through my hair. My body was shaking again, but not for the reason from before.

  I pressed my back against the cool fridge and listened for any kind of sound that would give me information as to what was going on, but all I heard was the wind in the trees.

  I almost screamed as the refrigerator clicked on and rumbled behind me. My legs went weak and I fell into a seated position with both hands clamped over my mouth.

  The cabin was pitch black. From where I was sitting, I could barely make out the outline of the couch where Jay and I had just made love…

  …and told each other we loved each other.

  The thought warmed the cold inside me, but not enough to cure my fear. And it wasn’t even fear for myself; it was fear for Jay.

  He was out there in the darkness, among the trees with a gun in his hand, risking his life to protect me.

  I was suddenly acutely aware of my heartbeat, sharp and elev
ated in my chest, and ringing in my ears which were on fire. My hands were tingling like they had fallen asleep, and my legs were tense and ready to run.

  But where would I go even if I did?

  Sudden visions of me running through the trees in nothing but an old ripped t-shirt like a girl in a horror movie flashed through my mind, a crazy man chasing after me with a knife.

  No, I told myself, clenching my fists. Jay will take care of it. He’ll take care of you.

  Then, as if on cue, a gunshot rang out through the forest. My heart skipped a beat as the echo chattered across the trees. I waited and listened for another but heard only silence.

  The cold panic that had seized me began to take hold and threatened to overwhelm me. My stomach tensed and a wave of nausea bucked in my throat. I listened like a prey animal as my guts twisted into a knot of terror.

  Of course I was worried about myself, but I was more worried about Jay. He’d kept his distance for five years trying to protect me and now he was out there putting his life on the line to keep me safe.

  If anything happened to him…

  A second shot rang out—closer this time—and I almost threw up.

  He’d told me to stay where I was, but I couldn’t. I got down on my hands and knees and scrambled over to the window by the door and peered out into the darkness.

  The moonlight carved slanted shadows through the trees and I scanned the area for movement.

  Suddenly, another shot rang out and a muzzle flashed in the black. I heard what must have been a bullet hitting a tree, followed by the sound of a man crying out.

  Was it Jay? I wondered. The gun rang out again and all reason fled from my mind. I had to go out there and help him. If I stayed here while Jay went out there and got himself killed for me…well, I’d never be able to live with myself.

  I got to my feet and tugged the door open and ran out onto the steps. I wanted to scream for him but kept my mouth shut as I ran in the direction of the gunshot. As I grew closer, I could hear the sounds of a struggle, grunting sounds and leaves and branches snapping.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  That was Jay’s voice!

  My foot caught a stump and pitched me forward. I braced myself but hit hard. The sharp end of a stick stabbed my palm but I was back up and running again before I even had a chance to register the pain.

  A gunshot rang out again, almost deafening me, and I whirled to my left to see Jay standing tall above a fallen man, a pistol aimed straight at his head.

  “Jay!” I cried out.

  “Rachel! What are you doing here!?” he snapped. “I told you to stay inside!”

  A line of blood fell from Jay’s shoulder and I quickly raced over to him and pressed my hand over the wound.

  “You’re hurt!”

  “It’s just a scratch,” he told me, not taking his eyes off the fallen man in front of him. “But that’s more than I’ll be able to say for this son of a bitch if he makes another fucking move.”

  “You bastard,” the man hissed. “You’re gonna regret this.”

  “Not as much as you are,” Jay growled. “Gimme your phone.”

  The man was bleeding from his side, worse than Jay, but still glared up at him defiantly. He looked like a killer. A thick, scraggly, unkempt beard framed his cracked, sneering lips and he had tribal tattoos all over his face, as well as a teardrop hanging from his eye.

  “Fuck you,” he snarled.

  Jay cocked the hammer back on the pistol.

  “Give me your phone, Colin.”

  Colin didn’t move. Jay held the pistol firmly aimed at his head while I kept my hand over his wound. Had he been shot? Was it more serious than he was letting on?

  My heartbeat throbbed in my ears and the adrenaline raced through my veins like fire. I was on the verge of throwing up or breaking down but had to hold it together. This was a life-or-death moment.

  Finally, Colin moved. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a burner cell and threw it at Jay’s feet.

  “Rachel,” Jay said slowly. “Take Colin’s phone and call the police. Tell them to come to the private driveway off of Route 12. The gate should be open.”

  My hands were shaking so badly as I picked up the phone that I could barely dial 911. The operator answered but I barely heard what they said. All I could do was repeat Jay’s message.

  “Officers have been dispatched,” the voice said. “And will be arriving soon.”

  “T-thank you,” I stammered as I hung up. “They—they’re coming…”

  “Good,” Jay smiled. Compared to the mess I was in, Jay didn’t look the slightest bit worried. His arm didn’t waver as he held the gun on Colin and we stood there together in the darkness until we heard the sirens.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jay

  I knew better than to interfere, so I kept my distance and stood by the truck while Rachel went inside to talk to her parents and tell them all about me.

  I spent the time looking over her house, which was absolutely insane and reminded me of something out of one of those movies or TV shows or movies about English royalty.

  American Royalty, I thought with a smile as my eyes moved over the driveway that was made of countless off-white stone pavers. A fountain stood at the center of the roundabout that led up to a wide flight of marble steps and a set of double doors that you could drive a truck through.

  I gave up trying to figure out how many bedrooms the place had. I counted twenty-eight windows on the front façade but I couldn’t tell which was which. At least four were bathrooms, two on either side of the house, and two belonged to what looked like a library or smoking room.

  I saw an office and something that might have been a game room. Compared to my little cabin in the woods, this place was a palace. Hell, compared to 99 percent of the homes in the world, this place was a palace.

  But then again, the cabin wasn’t the home I intended to bring Rachel back to.

  A dull pain flared in my shoulder and I shifted in my seat. The bullet had just grazed me, thankfully. The doctor said that an inch to the right and it would have been pretty serious.

  My attacker, Colin, was Dane’s stepson who I’d only heard about but had never met. Rumor around the docks was that he’d moved to Florida and was happily married to some girl and spent his days lounging on the beach being a bum.

  But it turned out he was connected to the smugglers and was part of their operation running dope up the coast. While he wasn’t directly involved with what went down, when I went to the cops and had the whole ring thrown in jail, his distribution dried up and he came looking for the one responsible. Me.

  To be honest, Rachel was more upset about me getting hurt than I was. The son of a bitch couldn’t aim to save his life, and the only reason I was even hit in the first place was because one of his wild shots caught me off a ricochet.

  It wasn’t really more than a scratch, but to Rachel it was a sign of how I’d almost been killed and it had taken her all night to calm down, and when her parents had showed up at the hospital, that had only made things worse.

  “Who the hell is this man?” her father had roared.

  “Rachel? What is going on?” her mom had cried.

  Caleb, who was supposed to love her as he was her husband-to-be, had pretty much just stood in the background looking annoyed that all of this was getting in the way of things he’d rather be doing.

  He didn’t like me of, course, but I could tell that it was more about the fact that I was stepping into what he considered his territory rather than me stealing a girl from him that he actually cared about.

  I wondered what the conversation inside sounded like. Her parents weren’t going to be happy, that much was for sure.

  I was just some broke fisherman, right? How was I going to take care of their daughter? What was I going to bring to their family dynasty?

  Boy, are they in for a surprise…

  I sat up as the front doors opened, but instead of Rach
el emerging, her mother stepped out. She frowned at me like I was the school’s worst student coming to take her daughter to prom.

  “Can I talk to you?” she called out.

  Oh, boy, I thought. Here we go.

  I got out of the truck and walked up to her. I looked for Rachel but she must have still been inside talking to Caleb or her father.

  Susan didn’t speak immediately; she held her eyes on me like she was testing me to see which one of us broke first. I looked back at her and waited. Eventually she gave in and gave me what barely passed for a smile.

  “My daughter says she loves you.”

  I waited as she continued to examine me.

  “Do you love her too, Jay?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

  “Don’t call me ma’am,” she sneered. “Makes me feel like an old woman.”

  “Okay, Susan,” I smiled. She was studying me, passing enormous amounts of judgment, but I didn’t mind. Of course I wanted Rachel’s parents to like me, but I wasn’t about to try and change myself to get their approval.

  “So you love her too?” she asked. “After spending one evening with her five years ago?”

  I shrugged. “Love at first sight, I guess.”

  “Being a smartass?”

  “No, m—Susan,” I replied.

  She twisted her lips and eyed me again. “And this drug business you were involved in?”

  “I wouldn’t say involved in,” I corrected her. “More like forced into.”

  “It’s over with?”

  “It is.”

  “Because I don’t need my daughter being shot over a dime bag or forced into being a drug mule for your friends,” she said sharply.

  “Not my friends either, Susan. And that will never happen. Colin was the last one of them and he’s never getting out of jail.”

  “You’ve got that right,” Susan agreed with a sigh. Even if the case hadn’t been so cut and dry, the Bannings would throw their wealth and weight to make sure Colin never saw the light of day.