APPEAL: Esquire Black Duet #2

by Faiman, Hayley

  “I might be crazy, kitten, but by the end of today, you will be Mrs. Black,” he groans as he begins to make slow love to me.

  I arch my back and widen my legs to take him deeper, knowing that he likes my legs spread as wide as possible for him.

  His lips drag along the column of my neck. He sucks, licks, and nips my sensitive skin as his cock slowly glides in and out of my center.

  Lucas’ hand wraps around the nape of my neck, his fingers fist my hair as he pulls my head back. I hitch my legs up, pressing my knees and calves against his ribs.

  Lucas moans a curse word as he speeds up his hips, grinding his pelvis against my clit with every downstroke.

  “Marry me today, kitten,” he growls. “Make me happy and be my wife,” he pants as he starts moving with even more urgency.

  His eyes stay locked on mine and he clenches his jaw. He’s fucking me so hard that I hardly have any breath left in my body. However, I have just enough for my answer.

  “Yes, baby,” I sigh.

  “Yes?” he asks, his hand flexing in my hair.

  I nod once. “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you today,” I cry out at the same time my pussy clamps down around his cock and I come.

  Lucas pumps in and out of me a few more times before his body stills and he groans with his own release.

  He holds me close, his hand still tightly gripped in my hair, his body becoming increasingly heavier against mine—it’s absolutely perfect.

  “I’m going to make some phone calls. You get ready,” he whispers before he takes my mouth in a leisurely kiss.

  When he releases me, I watch as his perfect ass flexes with each step he takes. I feel the ache between my legs of where he’s just been and the ache in my ass of where he was last night when we came home from his party.

  I smile as I sit up and make my way toward the bathroom. I love the look in his eyes when he’s buried inside of me, but there’s something different that completely takes over his face when he’s deep in my ass.

  I never thought I would like that, if it were any other man, I probably wouldn’t. With Lucas? I love it, and not just because it feels fantastic, but because of how much he absolutely loves it and me.

  Deciding to take my time, I wash and dry my hair, styling it in large, loose curls that fall down my back. I leave my makeup like I would for any other workday, except I make my lips a dark ruby red. On my eyes, I add a little more dramatic shadow and liner.

  Once my makeup and hair are all finished, I wrap the towel around my naked body and walk into the closet.

  “What are you wearing?” Lucas asks a few minutes later, making me jump at his sudden presence.

  I turn and notice that he’s freshly showered, wearing only his boxer briefs. I smile, biting the corner of my lip at the fact that he took a shower in the guest bathroom to leave me alone to get ready.

  Reaching up, I remove the dress that I had been thinking of wearing while I was doing my hair. It’s a cream, long sleeve, deep V-neck dress that is tight from the neck to my knees. It’s clingy and sexy.

  Lucas only grunts before I hear him rustling around his side of the closet while I unzip my dress and step inside of it. Once I have it up my arms, I ask him to zip up the back.

  I grab the thin matching blue belt that is hanging on a hook and wrap it around my waist for definition, and my bit of blue. Then I reach for my pale blush pumps.

  “I’m not sure I should take you out of this house,” Lucas murmurs.

  I turn to face him, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of all that is him. He’s standing at the entrance of the closet, wearing a charcoal, slim-fit suit.

  I know for a fact that his ass will look fabulous, because it looks perfect in every suit he wears. The shirt he has on is beige and matches my dress to perfection. My eyes water when I see his tie is blue, matching my belt.

  “Why not?” I say through trembling lips.

  He smirks and closes the distance between us. “You look too damn beautiful, kitten.”

  “Baby,” I breathe.

  He wraps his hands around my waist and tugs me against his chest, his lips pressing against my forehead before he mutters.

  “Judge is waiting. Let’s fucking do this.”

  “Don’t we have to get a license and stuff? I mean, I’m pretty sure we can’t just walk up there and get married. We have to apply and everything, and it’s Sunday.”

  Lucas shakes his head. “A clerk is waiting for us. A judge is waiting for us. Let’s do this, kitten.”

  I nod as I hurry over to my phone, unplugging it and gripping it tightly in my hand before I follow Lucas out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I don’t know how he pulled the strings that he did, but I don’t ask any more questions.

  Everything is starting to hit me.

  I’m getting married.

  “My parents are going to be pissed,” I state as my palms begin to sweat.

  Lucas pretty much ignores my freaking out. He keeps his hand on the small of my back as he guides me out of the house and toward the car.

  Once I’m situated inside of his Ferrari, I look for my parents’ name in my contacts list and I just stare at it.

  “Call them,” Lucas urges, shifting the car into reverse.

  “I’m scared,” I admit.

  He shakes his head. “I have to call my parents too, kitten. Call yours first.”

  I press the call button and suck in a breath as I put the phone to my ear. Closing my eyes, I wait for them to answer.

  “Brooklyn, honey. Happy Birthday,” my mom cries. “I was going to wait until a little later to call you. I assumed you and Lucas would be doing something, maybe even sleeping in,” she whispers.

  I want to laugh, knowing what sleeping in is code for to her. But I’m too nervous to laugh. My hands are shaking as I bite my bottom lip, waiting for what is to come.

  “Thanks, Mom. I—we—I mean—” I try to explain, but I must be too fumbly for Lucas. He pulls over and promptly takes the phone from my grasp.

  “Mrs. Myers, Brooklyn and I are eloping,” he states. I gasp at his delivery. “Yes, ma’am. Right now, actually. I’ll let Brooklyn explain,” he says before giving the phone back to me.

  I narrow my eyes at him as I put the phone to my ear. I don’t even get to say a single word before my mom screams in my ear.

  “You’re doing WHAT?” my mom shouts.

  “Mom, we’re eloping, but don’t freak out. We’re going to do a reception in the spring. A white dress, pictures, cake, the whole thing,” I explain.

  “Then why don’t you wait until then and have a proper wedding? Oh, my God, are you pregnant?” she hisses.

  “No, Mom, I’m not pregnant. Lucas wanted to make my birthday special,” I explain.

  My mother pauses for a minute before she speaks. “Can you call me on that FaceTime thingy so I can watch?” she asks.

  “Yes. We’ll set up our phone so not only you guys but also Lucas’ parents can watch.”

  She waits a moment, there’s nothing but silence on the phone and in the car. I can hear her breathing and she’s probably collecting herself as Lucas pulls into the empty courthouse parking lot.

  “I should be pissed off,” she finally begins. “I’m not, though. I think it’s incredibly sweet and romantic of him to want to make this day special for you. I know you’ve never really been a fan of your birthday, so the fact that he wants to make it memorable. I like that for you.”

  “Thanks,” I whisper. “I love him so much,” I admit.

  “I know you do, sugar plum. Your daddy and I will be waiting for the call. I want to see it all. Then in the spring, we’re doing a real reception, fit for a princess,” she states.

  “Okay,” I say as tears fill my eyes.

  We hang up and Lucas winks at me as he puts his phone to his ear and unfolds from the car. I watch him talk as he walks over to my side of the car.

  He doesn’t look like he’s smiling, but with him, I can never tell exactly what
he’s thinking when he’s deep in thought. I’m sure he’s just that, too, while he talks to his parents.

  The door opens, and I take his offered hand and stand up.

  “I’ll FaceTime you as soon as we get into the judge’s chambers. I know it is, but it’s right,” he murmurs.

  I’m sure his mother is telling him that it’s soon, too soon, but it is right.

  There is no other man for me than Lucas.

  He fits me perfectly.

  He’s an asshole, he’s controlling, and sometimes he can be unreasonable, but none of it comes from anywhere bad in his heart.

  He’s a good man.

  No doubt about it, he’s absolutely the best man I have known.

  LUCAS

  We walk into Judge Robbins’ chamber, and I greet him with a handshake. He isn’t a family attorney judge, but we’ve been acquaintances for years.

  Initially he told me that he wouldn’t grant me any favors, but when I told him I wanted to get married and have him officiate, he quickly agreed.

  Brooklyn and I both dial our families on FaceTime with our cellphones and set them propped up against some of the things on Robbins’ desk.

  I take her hands in mine and I face her, not wishing to look anywhere but her amber gaze. Robbins does the traditional vows, no doubt to please the parents watching us from the phones.

  “Would you two like to share unique vows as well?” he asks after the I do’s have been spoken.

  Do I want to say how I feel about Brooklyn with people watching? Fuck no. But the hope in her eyes tells me that she wants it. When it comes to her, I’m a goddamn cunt. I’ll give her whatever her heart desires.

  “Brooklyn, I’m not a man who ever thought that I would find a woman that I could spend eternity with. In my business, I see love when it’s completely faded, and all that’s left is resentment and bitterness. It’s never appealed to me, and I didn’t understand why people did it. Not until I met you. Not until you were almost taken from me. It was then that I knew for certain that I had to have you at my side, forever. I love you, Brooklyn.”

  Tears freely flow down Brooklyn’s cheeks from my words. I don’t think that she can continue on with her own vows. Then she clears her throat. Her voice is just above a whisper, but her words fill my heart. Every single one of them, to the point where my chest almost explodes.

  “Lucas, I take you as my husband, freely and without reservation. I have never had a man look at me the way your green eyes do. I know that, without a doubt, there is no other man walking this earth for me. I have never felt more cherished or more beautiful in my life than when you look at me.

  “You always take care of me, ensuring that my best interest is in every single move you make. This journey we are embarking on will not be easy, but I know that with you at my side, it will always be rewarding and filled with love. I love you, Lucas Black. Every piece of me belongs to every part of you.”

  Robbins clears his throat before he pronounces us husband and wife. I don’t hesitate, taking her cheeks in my hands, and pressing my mouth to hers.

  She whimpers when I taste the seam of her lips, but I don’t deepen our kiss, not with the parents watching.

  I hear applause and we both turn our heads to see our parents clapping from their phones. Both of our mothers have tears pouring down their cheeks, much like Brooklyn does.

  I shake my head at them both. We smile and wave before they tell us goodbye, and good luck, then we both end the calls.

  I thank Robbins, and after we’ve signed everything, we leave the courthouse.

  “I guess you need a ring now,” Brooklyn says as we walk toward my Ferrari.

  “You need a wedding band, too. Want to go shopping, birthday girl?” I ask with a wink as I open the passenger side of the car.

  “Seriously?” she practically squeals.

  I chuckle. “Yeah, kitten, seriously.”

  Epilogue

  EIGHT MONTHS LATER

  BROOKLYN

  Lucas’ smirk turns into a full-blown smile and he wraps his hand around my wrist and tugs me toward him. My stomach meets his before any other part of my body.

  I’m growing larger by the day, but Lucas still makes me feel absolutely gorgeous—even though I feel absolutely hideous.

  “You’re acting crazy, beautiful,” he murmurs.

  His lips touch mine, and I shiver in his arms. I know we don’t have time for anything but a kiss since our ride to the airport should be here any minute, but I accept his lips all too willingly.

  One of his hands slides down to grab hold of my ass. I moan as my mouth falls open a little wider, allowing him to slip his tongue inside of me—consuming me.

  “Turn around, hands on the island,” he demands with a nip of his teeth against my bottom lip.

  “We don’t have time,” I breathe as I turn around and place my hands on the counter, just as he’s asked.

  Lucas reaches for the stretchy leggings I’m wearing, tugging them down to my ankles. My panties quickly follow. He then pushes my form-hugging tunic up to just below my breasts. I whimper when his fingers slide through my center.

  I know I’m wet. I’m always wet when it comes to him. I tip my hips back at the same time, I hear his belt clink and then the sound of his heavy jeans as they hit the floor fills the space. My entire body jerks as his cock presses against my slick entrance.

  “Baby,” I sigh.

  Lucas’ hand wraps tightly around my hip and he pulls me back toward him as he thrusts inside of me. He buries himself to the hilt and I can’t stop the cry of relief that fills my entire body.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “So goddamn wet, kitten.”

  He moves my body at his pace, yanking me back to meet with his thrusts. It’s just enough to drive me to the edge, but not enough to allow me to fall and he knows it.

  I’m panting, my fingers gripping onto the granite counter edge. I’m thankful for its strength, otherwise it would crumble beneath my grasp.

  “I need more, baby. Fuck, I need more,” I say between my panting breaths.

  Lucas grunts as his hand slips around my hip to my clit. The second his fingers touch the sensitive nub, I shudder. Relief fills me because I know that my orgasm is coming soon.

  “I know what you want, beautiful. You want to fuck my cock?” he practically purrs.

  Dammit.

  He does know.

  I want that.

  I want it so freaking badly.

  I also want something else, something that he’s refused to give me since he found out that I was pregnant with his child.

  “Can I have more, baby?”

  Lucas grunts, but doesn’t answer me. I feel the hand against my clit lift and then slap, which makes me cry out in pleasure.

  His other hand lands with a crack against my ass. I let out a noise that sounds like something between a sob and a scream. I love it. I love every damn second of it.

  I moan. It’s long, drawn out, and loud as he slides two of his fingers deep inside of my ass. That’s what I wanted.

  Right there.

  That hits the spot.

  I bite the inside of my cheek, closing my eyes as the sensation of his cock inside of my pussy and his fingers inside of my ass rolls throughout my entire body.

  “Baby,” I breathe.

  “Fuck me, kitten. Fuck me, make yourself come,” he demands.

  His voice sounds strangled, and I wonder if he’s just as on edge as I am. I pull forward and rear back against him, letting my head drop with a mewl. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this full.

  With Lucas’ fingers holding fast against my clit, his other fingers in my ass, his cock filling my pussy, it only takes about three strokes before I’m coming. It rushes through me and leaves my entire body a boneless heap.

  Lucas’ hands move to wrap around my hips, his fingers grip me tightly as he fucks me until he’s coming deep inside of me. He’s buried himself to the hilt before I feel his cock twitch and fill me with
his release.

  I let my forehead drop to the countertop as I try and catch my breath. One of his hands slides around to my belly, and he just holds me as his upper body folds over my back.

  “How’s my little man doing in here?” he murmurs against my ear, still fighting to catch his breath.

  “Mmm,” is my only reply while he strokes my belly gently with his fingertips.

  The doorbell rings, and I lift my head. “Go clean up, Brooklyn. I’ll get the bags loaded .”

  I moan when he pulls out of me, wishing he could have stayed planted for just a little while longer. Then I remember that we have a flight to catch.

  Hurrying toward the half bath, I clean up, rearrange my clothes, then hurry toward the waiting car.

  LUCAS

  Brooklyn curls next to me after the plane has taken off, she falls asleep with her head on my chest almost immediately. I wore her out with the fuck in the kitchen before we left.

  She needed it.

  She’s been pretty nervous about heading to my family’s yearly reunion. This year the get-together is in Texas.

  I typically try to skip the event every year, making excuses on why I can’t go for one reason or another. Brooklyn wouldn’t let me do that, not now that she’s my wife and pregnant.

  She wants to meet the entire Black clan, though I’m not sure why, it’s a bonafide shit show every year. I gently shake Brooklyn awake as soon as the pilot announces that we’ll be making our descent soon.

  She yawns, stretching and batting her eyes. She gives me a lazy smile, and I take advantage, pressing my lips to hers and stealing a kiss.

  “We’re here?” she asks as she buckles her seatbelt, sitting up a bit straighter.

  I only hum my response, wrapping my hand around her thigh and giving her a squeeze.

  Once we’ve landed, I walk over to the car rental place to check-in. They have a Jaguar, so I gladly accept that as our ride for the duration of our trip. The weather is warm but thankfully doesn’t look like it will be storming.