Bride

by Jenna Rose

  She stared at me again and I thought I saw a chink in her armor starting to form. Slowly, her mouth twisted into a bit more of a smile.

  “Okay, boy,” she said. “Let’s just pretend for a minute that I give you and my daughter my blessing, and her father also goes along with this. How do you plan to provide for her?”

  “No offense, Susan,” I chuckled. “But looking at this house, I don’t think your daughter needs anyone to provide for her. But what I can tell you is that there is more to me than what you see, and I will love and protect your daughter for as long as I am alive. We both know that with or without your blessing, Rachel will be with me. But I’d rather have you and your husband’s approval.”

  Susan frowned.

  “What do you say, ma?” I smiled. “Willing to put your faith in me?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rachel

  “Where are we going, Jay?” I asked for the sixth time, knowing I wasn’t going to get an answer. But what else was I supposed to say while I sat next to him in his truck with a blindfold over my face?

  “Vegas, babe,” he joked. “Time to get married as Elvis and Marilyn Monroe. Which one do you want to be?”

  “Can I be John Wayne?” I countered.

  “As long as you wear the cowboy hat, six-shooter and nothing else.”

  “Deal!”

  My heart warmed as he put his hand on my knee and squeezed just hard enough to tickle slightly. A “cow bite” he called it.

  “Eeeee!” I moaned as the truck hit a bump and we took a hard left turn. “What are we doing? Off-roading?”

  “Don’t worry, duchess,” Jay replied. “We’re there.”

  “I asked you if you could only call me that in bed, mister,” I said. Jay didn’t respond, but parked the truck and shut the engine off. “Are we there?”

  “We are.” I could hear the smile on his voice.

  “Can I take the blindfold off? Or am I still your hostage?”

  “Willing hostage,” he chuckled as he got out of the truck. “One second.”

  I heard the door beside me open and Jay took my hand in his and helped me out. I heard the sounds of the sea and the smell of salt water and seaweed and my heart leapt instantly as Jay led me across the rocky ground and stopped.

  “Okay,” he said. “Let me show you.”

  I reached for the blindfold but Jay got there first. He pulled it off and I found myself staring at the evening sky above Green Harbor where we’d first met. In fact, Jay had parked his truck in the exact same spot that I’d parked my Mercedes.

  The nostalgia and memories hit me hard and I leaned back against Jay’s strong body as my eyes swept across the vista. I saw the rocky beach, the lazy waves lapping against the shore, the lobster traps and countless boats moored in the harbor.

  I saw the driftwood, the crab shells, the old shanty that looked like it had been built in the 1800s and an upturned rowboat, that if it wasn’t the same one from before, looked just like it.

  For that moment, I felt like I was that girl that I’d been five years ago when I first laid eyes on Jay. It was like I’d been transported back in time and nothing had changed. But then I looked over at the wharf and saw that I was wrong. A shiny new red sign hung on the freshly painted building.

  JAY’S WHARF

  “Jay!” I exclaimed. “You—”

  “I bought it,” Jay replied with a grin.

  “With your fishing money?” I asked. I regretted it the second I said it. It was a pompous rich girl thing to say, implying Jay wasn’t wealthy enough to make such a purchase, but he just kept smiling and shook his head.

  “So the cops were so appreciative of my help bringing down the smugglers that they let me keep the money I’d made while working for them…and then some.”

  “Is that…legal?” I asked.

  “Technically? Probably not. But it was part of the deal.”

  “How much did you get to keep?” I asked. Another tactless question.

  “Enough,” he grinned. “I won’t be competing with your family’s bank account any time soon, but I also won’t be worrying about the bills.”

  I couldn’t find the words to reply. It was like something out of a movie as I watched a boat push off the dock and head out to sea. Another skiff circled a larger boat and a few kids ran down the shore chasing each other.

  Perfect.

  “Are you still going to fish?” I asked.

  “A bit,” he nodded. “It’s what I know. But I’d imagine I’ll be tied up at the new house mostly. It still needs a lot of work.”

  “New house?” I asked.

  Jay wrapped his strong arm around me and kissed me on the forehead, making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

  “Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you.”

  Jay led me up the driveway to the wharf. I remembered the last time we were here when this was private property and we had to run beneath the cover of the trees to get to Jay’s secret spot. But now I was walking with the owner and there was nothing to worry about.

  My heart leapt when I saw the hedge row of wild roses we’d crawled under to get to the hidden cove. The little tunnel was still there. I knew where to look of course, but any passersby wouldn’t even notice.

  “Jay, remember?” I asked as I pointed.

  “How could I ever forget?”

  We continued on up the road, passing houses on either side. A sign on one lawn read:

  LOBSTERS. $1.99 A POUND!

  The road took us up a hill on the right-hand arm of the bay and before I knew it we were at a closed gate. Jay walked right up to it, pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it. It swung open and he beckoned for me to follow him as he went through.

  I followed him up the private, freshly paved road and around the corner and below a shelf of low-hanging tree branches. And then I saw it.

  A brand new modern home sat on the high ground at the tip of the peninsula overlooking the sea. The open water glistened like a field of countless candles. The sight simply took my breath away.

  “Jay…” I whispered. “This is your house?”

  Jay didn’t answer. I felt his eyes on me and turned to see that same comforting smile I loved so much.

  “It’s…it’s awesome!” I laughed.

  It really was. I didn’t know that much about architecture, but I could tell a lot of thought and time had gone into its design.

  The front was a strong face of off-white cedar shingles, which I knew were chosen for their water resistance, and not a lot of windows, but I could see the sides and back were almost all glass with at least three elevated decks to give a view of all sides of the peninsula.

  “It still needs a bit of work,” Jay said as he led me to the solid red front door. “There’s basically no furniture inside, so I’ll need someone to help me with the interior design.”

  “Is there a bed?” I winked as he opened the door.

  “I do have one of those,” he replied.

  “Good,” I said, kissing him on the lips. “That’s all we need.”

  Epilogue

  Rachel

  Six months later…

  My muscles tensed and my body ached as I rode my husband’s massive cock in our bedroom overlooking the ocean as the sun went down and bathed us both in a warm orange glow.

  I was dripping all over him and, despite having already come twice, was on the verge of exploding again.

  “Ride that dick, duchess,” Jay groaned from beneath me. I may have been on top, but he was still in control with his rough hands gripping my hips and letting me know that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  His girth stretched me to the point of pain but just before, and every second I took it, I thought I was on the verge of not being able to anymore. And that’s what made sex with him so fucking thrilling.

  Well, not just that.

  There was also his gorgeous body—the thick arms, wide chest, strong back and washboard abs, his flawless face and legs of an Olympi
c sprinter. There was his working boy’s tan and the fierce, possessive, dominant look always in his eyes when he looked at me…

  It was the whole package. If there was a checkbox for the ideal man, Jay would tick every single box and then add some more of his own.

  Thankfully my parents had realized this too. He’d won my mother over after the fiasco with Colin, and together we’d worked on my father to get him to accept the fact that I wasn’t going to be marrying Caleb and was in fact going to have a marriage based on love instead of business.

  Caleb, once he got over what he perceived to be an insult to his pride, moved on quickly to another girl from upstate New York whose father ran a publishing empire. I heard they were already engaged.

  Jay and I had wasted no time getting married. He’d broken tradition and given me an engagement ring the color of the sea with a band made of silver that had been carved to resemble the wild roses that adorned the hedge that led to what was now our secret spot.

  It was perfect. He was perfect.

  The swollen crown of his thick cock caressed my G-spot perfectly from this angle and I cried out as his hands moved from my hips to my breasts and squeezed. He pinched my nipples slightly between his thumb and forefinger, causing me to moan as I sped faster and faster toward the edge.

  I looked down at my beautiful husband and swelled with pride at the lust in his eyes.

  I’d been concerned about my body changing through the pregnancy but it seemed like those changes had only made Jay love me even more.

  My baby bump was really showing now and my breasts had grown an entire cup size. Oh, and my butt was bordering on Kardashian territory!

  “Fuck,” Jay groaned, slamming his cock as deep as it would go inside me.

  “Yes!” I shouted. “Keep doing that!”

  “Yeah?” He growled back, grabbing my hips again and pulling me down onto his cock as he started to fuck me like we were making a porn film.

  “Oh, yeah…” I moaned as my eyes rolled back and my body began to tingle.

  This is going to be a big one…

  My G-spot bloomed with warmth as Jay pounded me. He held me so firmly that I barely had to even hold myself upright and completely surrendered myself to his prowess and focused on the ecstasy blooming within me.

  My heartbeat pounded in my ears. My chest heaved and my breath came in shallow gasps as I neared the edge.

  “I’m…gonna…come!” I moaned as my jaw clenched down and I shot off the cliff into a glowing warmth of pure bliss.

  Jay groaned and slammed me down on him and grabbed my ass hard as I came. My orgasm rocked me like the waves of a hurricane crashing down on a tiny rowboat. I fell forward onto my husband’s powerful chest and he held me close and wrapped his lips around mine as I came.

  I moaned into his mouth as my head spun and my body quaked.

  Married sex is the best sex…was the only thing I could think of as my dripping hole clenched down on his impossible girth.

  “Ba-ba-baby…”I moaned as the golden waves engulfed me and his lips and hands held me tightly, possessively.

  He owned me and he didn’t need the band on my finger to know it. That was simply to let the rest of the world know I was taken—off limits.

  “Come for me, my love,” he whispered, somehow amplifying what I was already feeling.

  “I’m fucking coming!” I moaned as my pussy throbbed, gripping his cock like a clenched fist.

  I saw stars like I’d been shot out of the Earth’s atmosphere and let out a long sigh as I came down, shuddering as my body went limp in my lover’s arms. The cool breeze from the cracked door blew in from the sea, cooling my body that was flushed with heat like an oven was raging inside me.

  “Stay just like that,” Jay said.

  I gasped as he pulled out and slid out from under me. My legs were underneath me, so I was already pretty much doggystyle. Jay simply twisted me until I was sideways on the bed, took a power stance behind me, spread my legs with his knees and thrust his cock inside me.

  “Fuuuuuuuuckk…..” I groaned long and strong as he buried his cock in me. His balls pressed against my clit and he spanked me hard and kneaded the flesh of my plump pregnancy booty.

  “You like that, baby?” I asked.

  “I fucking love it,” he replied as he began to fuck me. “You’re so goddamn sexy. I love your new curves.”

  “Yeah?”

  I lay there, completely under his control while he had his way with me. I didn’t have to do a single thing but take his dick and bask in the waters of ecstasy while Jay fucked me senseless.

  “Oh, yeah,” he growled as his hands explored my body. He squeezed my ass, then traced the lines of my back with his fingers. He gripped my neck with one hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair with another, pulling my head back and causing my back to arch to its limit.

  “You’re so sexy, baby,” he told me. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

  I moaned as he fucked me, his balls slapping against my clit with every stroke, sending little bursts of pleasure through my core.

  Keeping hold of my hair, Jay reached beneath me and found my clit with his expert fingers. I screamed as he pressed down on my already sensitive button. The sensation threatened to overwhelm me, and out of reflex, I reached down and tried to pull his hand away.

  “No, duchess,” he replied, pushing my hand away. “I’m going to make you come again.”

  “Again?” I moaned.

  If I come again. I might explode!

  “Again,” he replied. “I want your pussy coming on my cock when I shoot my load inside you.”

  Okay, I thought, smiling against the blankets. If you insist.

  At first, his fingers on my clit was almost too much for me to handle. But he went slow at first, letting me get used to the sensitivity, switching his strokes to long, slow and deep.

  I knew he was watching his cock go in and out of me while my pussy lips gripped him as if to say, “You’re not going anywhere, mister!”

  His balls were taut, filled with the cum I was longing to feel inside of me. My ass shook with each stroke and my clit ached as he massaged it gently, perfectly, coaxing me toward another orgasm that I was sure was going to kill me.

  “I’m getting close, baby,” Jay growled, his voice strong and hungry.

  Just hearing his words brought me closer to the edge. My whole body tingled like the fuses of a fireworks explosion had been lit. His finger pressed harder on my clit and I gasped. My mouth hung open as my beautiful husband buried his nine inches inside me and exploded.

  His dick twitched and a hot load of cum sprayed inside me.

  And that was all it took.

  As he coated me, my body lit up as my clit came and shook me with unbearable pleasure pulses that made me lose all control.

  I fell forward onto the bed and Jay fell with me, pressing me against the mattress as he came, his fingers playing across my clit as I did too.

  I yelped and twisted uncontrollably onto my side, but Jay stayed inside me, kept his hand where it was and latched onto my neck with his teeth like he wanted to take a primal bite out of me.

  Rope after rope of his powerful, hot seed shot into me, and as I came, I felt the deep love between us and the joy we’d share in the next three months when I gave birth.

  My eyes opened and I gazed out at the sea, the same horizon we’d watched together when we first met, and felt the poetry of it all as our bodies twisted together in an unbreakable knot of love.

  “You’re incredible,” Jay whispered as we started to recover. I put my hand over his and held it on my pussy, making sure he didn’t get any funny ideas and move it just to get a rise out of me.

  “No, you,” I whispered back.

  “You drive me wild, baby.”

  “Can…can you give me a minute?” I asked. “I…can’t really…think right now.”

  “That’s fine, baby. You don’t need to think. Just tell me you love me.”
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br />   His love gripped my lips and twisted them into a blissful smile. I twisted my head towards him, knowing he’d kiss me, which he did.

  “I love you, Jay,” I whispered.

  “And I love you, Rachel.”

  The End.

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