InnocenceForSale.com/Jane (Innocence For Sale Book 3)

by Ada Scott

  And to their credit, they haven’t pushed the issue. I think they’re both just too overjoyed by the outcome to really bother being too curious about the source of the money. All they know is that my grandfather is spry and healthy and full of vitality again like he used to be. And now Caleb is going to become an official member of the family.

  There go those butterflies again.

  One of the groomsmen, an old friend of Caleb’s, knocks on the door and informs us that it’s time for the ceremony to start. The band is poised to play, the guests are seated, and everything is perfectly in place.

  Granny rushes over to give me one last hug and then leads me out of the room, down the back hallway and across a now-empty reception space. I stand back and watch as the band begins to play and my wedding procession kicks off. My heart hammers away in my chest as I wait for the music to shift.

  There it is.

  My cue to walk. I feel frantic for a moment... Where is Grandpa? I look around wildly, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of being late to the altar or having to walk alone. What if something happened to him? What if he had another heart attack and he’s lying helpless somewhere? Just then, there’s a gentle hand at my elbow and I turn to see him standing beside me, looking sheepish.

  “I’m here, Janie. Sorry for the delay, sweetheart,” he whispers.

  I grin. “You scared the hell out of me, Grandpa,” I say, totally relieved.

  “My apologies. I’ll make it up to you. But for now, we’ve got an aisle to walk.”

  He holds out his arm and I take it, swallowing back the nervousness that’s threatening to knock me flat on my back. I tell myself I’ve seen scarier shit than this. My wedding is not a scary thing. It’s a joyous thing. And it is.

  We walk down the aisle slowly, the guests all tittering and murmuring at the sight of us. Between the bright flickering candlelight, the sound of the band, the voices all around me, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed.

  But I just lift my head up and look straight ahead, down the aisle to the end. There he is...the love of my life. Caleb Sharpe, my rugged, gentle, handsome hero, is waiting for me by the altar. And those bright blue eyes are soft and warm, urging me to walk faster, to get there sooner, like he can’t physically stand to wait another minute before marrying me.

  And suddenly, everything is just fine. I break into a huge smile, fighting those happy tears burning in my eyes. Caleb grins, too, and the two of us don’t stop smiling through the whole service. Except, of course, when we get to kiss each other for the very first time as husband and wife.

  The reception goes smoothly—no, better than smoothly—it’s the single best party I’ve ever been to or even heard of. The DJ plays all our favorite songs, and there are even sparks flying between my bridesmaids—all of whom are university friends and high school friends I’ve known for years—and Caleb’s groomsmen, who are mostly old army buddies. Caleb doesn’t have much of a family left, but that’s okay, because my grandparents invited every single member of my family still living in the tri-state area. And every single one of them adores Caleb, pulling him into bear hugs, kissing him on both cheeks, even calling him son.

  A few months ago, I graduated from university with honors, and the gallery showing of my work followed soon afterward. I was so nervous about it Caleb had to teach me some New Age-y meditation ritual he learned to deal with his own post-traumatic stress after his time in the army. Despite my eye-rolling, it actually worked. Or maybe it was just the presence of Caleb at my side that calmed me down. Either way, the show was a huge success, and several people actually commissioned me for individual works! Of course, it’s not like we’ll ever want for money, not with Caleb’s inheritance and his business, but it’s still amazing to know that people like my work enough to pay big money for it.

  So much for being a starving artist. Instead, I’m a thriving artist!

  During the reception, Caleb and I dance nonstop, our bodies weaving together through the crowds, both of us laughing and grinning the whole time. The open bar situation leads almost everyone to let loose on the dance floor, including my grandparents. My grandpa is absolutely showing off, but who could blame him? Mere months ago we thought there was a chance he might die, and now here he is tearing up a dance floor. It’s a miracle. It’s a blessing. And it’s all because of Caleb.

  Finally, when the night starts to wind down, Caleb and I quietly excuse ourselves to go upstairs to our bridal quarters. Once we get in the elevator, he scoops me up into his arms and kisses me deeply.

  The elevator dings and he carries me to our room—a massive luxury suite on the top floor with a king-sized four-poster bed, a fireplace, a jacuzzi, and a balcony with a glorious view of the Vegas skyline—amid my slightly tipsy laughter.

  When we get inside, Caleb helps me strip out of my heavy wedding gown and I change into a little silk teddy nightdress that shows off my cleavage and gives a cheeky glimpse of my ass when I bend over at all. He pours us each a glass of champagne and we dance our way out onto the balcony, the crisp night air giving me goosebumps in a pleasant way.

  “We did it,” Caleb says, clinking his champagne flute against mine. “We’re fucking married!” he shouts into the night sky. I burst into giggles, holding my glass up over my head.

  “This is the happiest day of my life!” I exclaim. I take a big sip of my champagne and Caleb pulls me into a tight embrace, kissing me. When he breaks away, there’s a shockingly serious look on his face, his eyes twinkling.

  “What is it?” I ask, worried.

  “Nothing. It’s just…I never thought I would get any of this. Love, I mean,” he begins. “I never thought I would deserve it. Jane, you have to understand. I’ve spent my whole life hating myself. Hating where I come from. Hating that I was born to be a wealthy brat who had it easy. I’ve been so ashamed of who I was that I pushed away anything and anyone who might get close to truly knowing me. I threw away my own origins, pretending for so long to be somebody else that I started to believe it myself. I was always running away, always too proud to look back and remember who I was. But I was running blind, Jane. I was running wild, with no purpose, no ambitions beyond doing whatever I could to muddle up my mind and make me forget.”

  “Oh, Caleb. I never saw you that way,” I tell him, reaching up to stroke his face.

  He smiles and kisses my hand. “I know. Because from the moment I met you, I changed. Suddenly, it’s like my eyes were opened. I wasn’t just running in circles anymore. I finally found something to run to. Someone to live for. I was lost, Jane, but I found my purpose as soon as your eyes locked with mine.”

  “I love you,” I say softly, tears springing to my eyes. Caleb kisses me.

  “I love you, too. More than words can ever say.”

  He picks me up again, my legs locking around his waist as he carries me back inside and over to the gigantic bed, laying me down on my back. He kneels down between my legs and runs his hands up my thighs, looking up at me with ravenous eyes.

  “I can’t believe I get to love this beautiful body for the rest of my life,” he growls, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. I watch him intently as he stands and strips out of his debonair groom’s tuxedo until he’s standing over me in just his boxers. He leans over to kiss me again, his hands sliding down to caress my breasts through the sheer fabric of my silky teddy. As his fingers slide over my nipples, I let out a gasp of pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Caleb murmurs, kissing his way down my body. He tugs my lingerie up over my head and tosses it aside, following suit with my lacy panties, leaving me totally naked and exposed. Almost trembling with desire before this insanely handsome, sexy man.

  My husband.

  My heart skips a beat. “You’re my husband,” I murmur. “Like, forever.”

  Caleb laughs softly as he lowers himself down between my legs, his hands parting my thighs. “Forever,” he agrees. “I get to taste this sweet little pussy forever.”

  He l
eans forward and flicks his tongue over my clit and I shiver, my hands instinctively reaching out to grasp the bed sheets on either side of me. He slowly circles my clit, his tongue lapping up and down my wet slit. I close my eyes and lie back, giving in to the waves of bliss. Caleb sucks at my clit while his hands rove up my body to massage my breasts, his thumbs making tight circles over my sensitive, perked-up nipples.

  “Oh god, Caleb. Just like that,” I moan, biting my lip.

  “Just like this, baby?” he asks, sucking my clit into his mouth.

  “Yes, yes, fuck, yes.

  “You taste so good, sweetheart,” he groans, bringing his hands down to press my thighs wider apart, giving him more space. He licks my pussy faster, one of his fingers sliding inside my cunt, curling at the tip to stroke my g-spot. I let out a cry as I start rocking my hips, unable to stop myself from coming all over Caleb’s tongue. He groans appreciatively, licking up every drop of my gushing honey.

  He doesn’t let up for even a moment, and I’m squirming with pleasure again and again, mumbling his name over and over until it’s barely coherent anymore.

  Then he stands up, wipes his mouth, and grabs both my wrists, pinning them down as he straddles me. He grabs his neck tie from its pile on the bedside table and pulls me up, tying my wrists to one of the bed posts. I look up at him in curiosity and anticipation. He bends down to kiss me, moving his way down to flick his tongue over my nipples, sucking them into his mouth and making me moan. I arch my back toward him, never wanting him to stop. His hands slip down between my legs, massaging my clit while he sucks my breasts.

  “Caleb…” I murmur breathlessly. “I want you inside me. Please.”

  “Not yet, my love. I want to take my time with you,” he says softly. He sits up and taps my wrists. “If you want me to stop, to let you go, just say so.”

  “I don’t think that’ll be an issue,” I tell him honestly.

  “I know. But I want you to feel safe with me. Always.”

  “I do,” I answer. “But I’m also impatient.”

  Caleb chuckles and kisses me, reaching up to gently release my hair from its elaborate updo so that it falls in dark waves around my face. “Patience is a virtue, Jane.”

  “Yeah, I know. I waited a long time to meet you. I held onto my virginity for that long, waiting for a guy like you to show up and take it from me. Now I never want to stop fucking you,” I confess, a smile playing on my lips. That fire flickers in his eyes and I can tell my words are having the exact effect I hoped for.

  His voice is low and gravelly when he answers, “Trust me, sweetheart. I feel the same damn way.” I arch upward to press myself against him, feeling his rock-hard cock on my pelvis.

  “Then show me. Give it to me. I want you. All of you. Right now,” I whisper.

  “You’re asking for trouble, Jane.”

  “Mhmm. And don’t you dare hold back,” I egg him on.

  With that, Caleb’s self-control snaps like a twig. He unties my wrists in a frenzy, then picks me up and settles me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him, his cock hard and massive between us. I rock against him, letting his stiffness rub along my wet slit. Caleb lets out a growl and hoists me up, lowering me carefully down onto his cock, spearing me slowly. I toss my head back and moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. Caleb’s stiff rod strikes deep inside me, and I can feel every silky, powerful inch sliding into my tight pussy.

  “I want it fast and hard,” I mumble. “Please, Caleb. Fuck me.”

  That’s all it takes.

  He grabs me, holding me in place as his hips snap back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me easily. My pussy gushes honey, shuddering with pleasure, so that every thrust resounds with a wet slap. He bounces me up and down on his enormous cock, making me ache deep inside in the most delicious way. He tilts me backward slightly so that he can kiss his way down my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples as he fucks me harder and faster. It isn’t long before I’m climaxing, my juices sliding down Caleb’s cock. My pussy clenches in a series of intensely pleasurable spasms, and I know every squeeze of my cunt is bringing Caleb closer and closer to his own explosion.

  “Fuck, I love you,” he murmurs in my ear, sending a shiver of ticklish thrill down my body. I can feel the head of his engorged shaft striking deep within me again and again, his balls tightening as he readies himself for a climax.

  I rock my hips, meeting his every thrust with my own, both of us moving against each other in a frantic, passionate dance. He kisses me deeply, his tongue probing inside my mouth while his cock slams into my g-spot over and over again. I moan against his lips as I clench my legs around his waist, my pussy shuddering with yet another incredible orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream, my fingertips clawing into Caleb’s back as he holds me tight, never slowing down for even a second.

  “I want to fill you up, baby. I want to come inside your tight little cunt,” he growls.

  “Do it. Oh god, please. Come inside me. I want to feel you,” I murmur, my voice breathless and weak. “Caleb, fill me up. Come for me.”

  “Fuck, Jane!” he shouts, and his thrusts become swift and erratic for a moment while he shoots his glorious seed deep inside my pussy. I keep my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, wanting to hold in every single precious drop. He rocks into me a few more times, kissing me all over my face while we both come down from the incredible high together.

  Caleb rests his forehead against mine, those ocean-blue eyes staring at me. We both smile, panting with exhaustion and elation.

  “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever,” he says.

  “And I’m so glad I waited to find you,” I whisper. “Forever is gonna be awesome.”

  Epilogue

  Jane

  “Red or white, ma’am?” asks a server to my left. I turn to see a young man smiling at me, balancing a tray of wine glasses. I give him a grin and shake my head.

  “None for me, thank you. I’ll stick with my water,” I tell him, holding up my glass.

  “Jane, the doctor said you can have one glass of red wine,” Caleb says, putting an arm around my shoulder. I look up at him and shrug.

  “I know, I know. I’ll probably relax a little more later on, but for now, just let me be overly cautious,” I laugh. “He’ll take a glass of red, though,” I tell the waiter.

  “You know me well,” Caleb says, taking a glass from the tray. The server moves on, leaving the two—well, technically three—of us to wander through the crowded art gallery.

  It’s another one of those high-society, invitation-only events. The kind I never would have dreamed of attending before Caleb came crashing into my life. It’s the fourth one we’ve gone to since we got married six months ago.

  At first, I felt a little guilty, like I was using Caleb’s status (and mine by association) to drag him to events he has no interest in. To his credit, if he’s been bored or annoyed at all, he’s kept it to himself. But last night, while I was anxiously going through my wardrobe in search of something cocktail-hour-appropriate that would still fit on my pregnant body, Caleb confessed that he’s actually been enjoying himself at these gallery showings. It was such a joyous revelation that I nearly started crying. Of course, with these pregnancy hormones pulsing through my veins, it doesn’t take much to make me burst into tears these days.

  Not that I’m complaining. In fact, I don’t think I could find a single thing to complain about, even if I wanted to. Things are great. No, they’re fantastic.

  “I never thought I could ever be this happy, you know,” I tell him suddenly. Caleb kisses me on the forehead.

  “Alright, Miss Baby-Brain, the doctor did warn me you’d be getting all sentimental on me,” he teases gently. I stick my tongue out at him.

  “Hey, I’m serious. I mean it,” I say, nudging him in the chest softly. He smiles.

  “I know, sweetheart. I’m happy, too. Blissful, really.”

  “Oh,” I gasp, fe
eling the wind rush out of my lungs for a moment. There’s a strange, slightly uncomfortable movement in my body.

  “What is it? You okay?” Caleb asks quietly, concerned.

  I look up at him, beaming and holding a hand to my abdomen.

  “I’m better than okay. That was the baby. She kicked.”

  Caleb’s face splits into a huge grin and he pulls me into his arms. “I guess he’s happy, too.”

  “How are you so confident it’s a boy?” I ask, giggling. “She’s inside me. I’m the one who should have a better inkling of what’s in there.”

  “I just feel it,” he says, shrugging. “But either way, I’m gonna love that baby. I already do.”

  “She knows it,” I answer, standing on tip-toe to kiss him.

  Just over his shoulder something catches my eye and I frown. It’s a painting being touted as a rare, valuable Whistler piece.

  But it’s not. I can tell. It’s a forgery. And not even a very convincing one, at that.

  Caleb catches the look on my face and follows my line of sight to the painting. He smirks.

  “Is that...?”

  “Yep,” I answer shortly. He chuckles.

  “Should we say something?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “I think I’ll leave this one to the other ‘experts.’ Now, when I have my own gallery after the baby’s born, I won’t be so quick to live and let live.” I give him a wink.

  Caleb hugs me close and we move on. “Don’t need the drama, do we?” he says.

  “Nah. We’ll have plenty of time to fret about stuff like that in the future.”

  “I love that.”

  “What?” I ask.

  Caleb looks down at me, his face full of love. “That we have a future. Together.”

  My cheeks burn pink. It’s amazing, after everything, he still makes me blush.

  “Now look who’s getting all sentimental,” I tease him.