“What?” I laughed. “But what if someone sees us?”
“Don’t worry. We are all alone here tonight.”
We reached the small beach with the white sand that had a great sea view. Cole pulled me to the water that was surprisingly warm. “So how do you feel so far, Mrs. Brennan? Are you enjoying our honeymoon?” He swam near me, circling me as I floated in one place.
There was something truly erotic in the way our naked bodies glimmered under the moonlight, and like always, I was wondering how lucky I was to get Cole as my husband. And to think it all started with me losing my job.
“It is even better than I imagined.” The water relaxed me, soothing the ache in my body after the wild sex we’d just had. “I love you, Cole.”
He swam to me and grabbed my face. “I love you too, baby.” He started kissing me all over my face. His nearness was intoxicating, and I loved the feeling of his hard muscles under my fingertips. It screamed power and dominance, and it made me hot even in the cool water. My pussy was already reacting to Cole, pulsating again, and I could feel him becoming tense too.
“I can never get enough of you,” he murmured and brought me close to the shore.
The water reached our waists now, so we stood against each other as our hands roamed all over our bodies. We were all hands and lips, becoming more aroused each second. He pushed me backward until we got out of the water and then he helped me lie down. The sand on my back was hard, but it didn’t bother me, since all I could focus on was Cole in between my legs, pressing his mouth against my pussy with urgency.
I arched my back and pushed my hips into him, trying to feel him as much as possible. His hands slid over my upper thighs as his tongue moved over my clit, and I was already squirming and moaning under him.
“Ah, that is so good, Cole. You will make me come again like that. Yes! Right there...”
I grinded against him as the pressure in my mound increased. He thrust three digits into my hole and started fucking me fast as he sucked my swollen clit. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I rolled my hips and pressed his head tighter against me, my orgasm building quickly as his fingers worked faster in me. “Cole!” I cried out and convulsed hard, losing myself in another shattering orgasm.
“You are so hot, baby.” He came above me and thrust into me before my orgasm wore off, and I screamed in a sudden burst of pleasure. “I love your warm, wet pussy squeezing my cock like this. I want nothing more than to fuck you again and again for the rest of our lives.”
“Not just the next ninety days then?” I still wasn’t sure what would happen when our deal was over.
“We can practice for the next ninety days, for our forever.”
His words turned me on. Practicing sounded like a great idea. Even though I already orgasmed several times, it was always easy for him to make me come again, and I felt the knots forming in my stomach when he brought me closer to another climax.
“Fuck me harder, Cole.” He groaned and rammed more forcefully into me. He brought my legs on his shoulders and dug his fingers into my ass.
“You’re only mine, Addison. This perfect, little pussy is only mine.” He was breathing heavily, and his movements were wild as he came closer to his orgasm. He groaned and stilled, shuddering hard as he spurted his seed deep into me—never taking his eyes off me—and this triggered another climax in me. I moaned and writhed, losing myself in my pleasure.
He lowered my legs and brought his forehead on mine, trying to catch his breath. “Addison, this was amazing.”
“Yeah.”
He separated himself from me and lay down next to me. We were holding hands as we watched the stars above us. I glanced at him and found him deep in thoughts as he gazed at the dark sky.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him.
“I’m thinking about how I wish there was some shooting star right now.”
“Oh? Why?”
He looked at me and smiled. He was so beautiful. “I want to make a wish.”
“Really? So if you saw one, what would you wish? I don’t think we should add a boating trip to this honeymoon.”
He laughed, “No, I’m not wishing for that. Not after last time.”
I watched his hands mindlessly cross his stomach.
He looked at the stars again. “I would wish we could have a new family member soon.”
My heart jumped in my chest and I felt happiness spreading in me. “Oh really?”
“Yes.” He looked at me again. “Here I am—thinking how great it would be if you could get pregnant tonight.”
I grinned widely. This was something I’d been planning to tell him and I just waited for the right time...
I stood up and walked around the beach until I found a stick. He looked at me curiously. “What are you doing?”
I took one small stick and started making letters in the sand with it.
“Hey, Addison?” I didn’t answer anything until I was done.
“Okay. Here. Take a look.” I motioned with my hand to the letters on the sand.
He stood up, his confusion written all over his face. He came over and stopped right next to me.
“You don’t need a shooting star,” he read and cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Oh, he was so adorable when he was confused. I walked several feet away from him and started writing new letters. I motioned him to read it when I finished. He approached me and read, “Because your wish came true.” He snapped his head at me. “What?”
I giggled and moved to a new spot. I wrote new words and told him to come and read them.
“A new family member is coming,” he read, and I could see that he was becoming excited. “Addison, what does this mean?”
I rolled my eyes and wrote new words beneath the last ones.
“Dummy, I’m pregnant,” he read and his face twisted into a most radiant smile I’d ever seen on him. “So yeah, guess what? Your new wife apparently gets crazy jealous when she’s hormonal.”
“You are pregnant?!” he shouted in joy and I finally erupted into laughter.
“Yes!”
“Addison!” He closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms. “Oh baby, I can’t believe this!” He brought his hands around my waist and lifted me up in the air.
“Cole, what are you doing?” I squealed as he spun me around.
“Baby, I love you so much!” he shouted, still spinning me around, and I was starting to feel a bit dizzy.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to be sick!”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He put me down immediately, grabbing me cheeks. His eyes burned into mine. “I love you so much, Addison.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I can’t believe this. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I’m so happy right now! You have no idea how much.”
I laughed. “Are you becoming emotional?”
He frowned, slightly embarrassed. “No.”
“Yes, you are. Your eyes are totally teary now.”
“No, they are not.”
“Yes, they are.”
“You’re imagining things.”
I was so happy. I had this gorgeous man and soon we were going to have a baby, and I felt like the happiest person alive. “I should thank you , Cole. You totally saved me that day in the pub.”
We kissed again, melting into each other. This was a perfect honeymoon and I never wanted it to end.
Soon our kiss became heated, and I could feel his cock hardening against me again. “Dr. Brennan, are we getting a little desperate?” I asked, teasing me.
He didn’t respond immediately, bringing his hand to my wet core. I needed him inside of me now.
“I don’t know, Addison. Are we?”
Touché.
Fighting Desire
By Nicole Elliot
ONE
DILLON
“Dillon, you’re up!”
I looked down at my bloodied hands and wrapped them tighter with the fabric that was once whi
te. I’d busted through at least three knuckles on my left hand and one on my right. I couldn’t understand why they had wanted me to fight again. I’d already been in the ring today. I didn’t need any more practice.
“Leo, I’m good. I don’t want to bust my shoulder again before the fight tonight.”
Leo put his calloused hands on either of my bare shoulders. His thumb just brushed against my newest tattoo, a quote about fighting.
Push harder, longer
And to me, that’s exactly what getting torn up in the ring was about. “You need all the practice you can get, kid. The guy that you’re going up against tomorrow night, we don’t know much about him. All that I know is that he’s got some underground experience, and you know how those fuckers play. He’ll go right for your face. And by the time you realize what happened, you’ll be flat on your back and he’ll have won all our money.”
I shook my head. “You know I won’t let that happen. Besides those gangbanger fighters, they’ve got nothing on us real pros. I know what I’m doing and I rank better than anybody else you have in this gym. And when I say I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough.”
Leo pulled his hands off me and put them up in surrender. He might’ve been three times my age, but the old man did know what he was talking about. He had been a boxer first and then learned MMA. He had been my coach my entire life. But he also knew that I wasn’t just some little kid anymore. I was starting to get interest from sponsors and other investors. If I didn’t want to fight today because I knew it wouldn’t make me ready for tomorrow, then I wasn’t going to do it. After my shoulder injury two years ago I thought it was going to be completely done with fighting. But it was my passion, my life. I had done enough rehabilitation for five guys just to get myself back in the ring. And finally after another two years, I was in the prime of my fighting career. There was no way I was going to let some gangbanger fighter beat the hell out of me on my turf.
“Fine. But I want you hitting the bag for at least another hour. And then definitely take some time to do some stretching this evening. Your kick’s a little weak. Especially your left.”
I nodded and walked away. I made a stop at the locker room to grab my water and stretch out my shoulder in private. I didn’t like for other guys to see when I was in pain.
I put my hands on either side of the sink and looked into the mirror. My shaved head was new, but I liked the look it gave me. Menacing. I had the look of a guy that said, “You don’t even want to begin to fuck with me. I’ll kill you.”
I pulled my mouth guard out and spat blood into the sink from where one of the rookies had gotten an easy punch on me. I looked away at Leo for just a moment and the kid came at me. Like he had something to prove. I ended him—might’ve broken a couple of his ribs in the process. That way he’d learn that you don’t mess with Dillon Jackson.
I walked over to my locker and opened it up, pulled out a gallon of water, and started sucking it down. I pulled a towel out and wiped off my sweaty face. There wasn’t much in my locker besides those two things. I liked it that way. Clean. Everything had a place and was a necessity if it was in there. But when I reached to put my towel back, my hand brushed against something I forgot I had left here. I considered pulling it out, just to look at it. Just to make me feel little bit better, stronger, but I didn’t. I let my hand linger there just a moment too long then I pulled it back like I’d been bitten by a snake.
I was Dillon Jackson, an unbeatable fighter. But everyone has a weakness.
TWO
BERKLEY
I totally hated being up this early in the morning. But I didn’t have a choice; the first day of classes was already upon us and I had to get ready for school.
I picked out my outfit the night before, so I dressed pretty quickly, but calming down my unruly, naturally curly hair and getting my make up just right took time. I looked in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth, trying not to say some sort of mantra like today is the beginning of the rest of your life , or some other bullshit like that.
It wasn’t the beginning of the rest of my life. It was just another day, just like every day.
I look down at my phone buzzing because I pressed snooze one too many times. When I saw the picture that was set as my background I quickly shut it off and continued with my morning routine.
I felt like my phone could tell you my whole life story. A perfect background shot of my ex-boyfriend and me laughing together on the beach, when we were happy. Screenshot after screenshot of text messages from him.
I need you.
Berkley, you’re everything to me.
I know we’re soul mates.
But then the voicemail that ruined it all. “I think you’re just too serious for me. I really believe we’re meant to be together, but you just want more than I can give you. You deserve more than what I have.”
My phone was my lifeline to Jake.
We’d been together for four years, my entire college career. We met at freshman orientation, where he was a mentor sophomore and I was fresh out of high school. I had always felt like he was the more serious one, talking about our future and making plans. I had just wanted to have fun in college, go to parties with my friends, have random sex with guys whose names I didn’t know, but instead I had Jake. And for so long he had seemed so perfect. But then his texts were less frequent, our dates became more mundane, and our sex life had all but dried up. It was discouraging, to say the least. I wanted to love Jake forever, but the moment that I mentioned moving in with him after college, suddenly I was too serious for him. I guess I’ll never know if it was me or him, or if there were other girls on the side like all of my friends had always suggested. I should’ve listened to them earlier.
The first week without Jake had been hard; chocolate wrappers and liquor bottles littered my bedroom floor, and a few of my sorority sisters had threatened to throw me in the water themselves if I didn’t shower soon. But after that I got my shit together. I went to the on-campus doctor and got an STD test. Luckily I had been in the clear. I would never really know if Jake had been with other girls, and a part of me still thought that I probably couldn’t handle the truth.
I looked into the mirror again, applying mascara on my heavily shadowed lid. My long dark hair framed my face with its natural curls flowing down to the middle of my back. This was going to be my last semester of college. I was graduating, and I had absolutely no plans. Everything had hinged on Jake and what his career would do for us. He wanted to be involved in politics, and I’d always liked the sound of being a first lady. Preparing functions and dressing well were things that I was good at. I’d been raised in that way. My father had become governor of the state of New York when I was only twelve; for a while I thought the presidency might be in our future. But after his accident, things had changed. Now we were just a typical well-off family with a lake house and nice cars, and no real friends. That was the only thing that worried me about the political life: I would never really know who was in it for me. I hadn’t even known my boyfriend well enough to know that he wasn’t.
I rubbed blush on the tops of my cheeks and grabbed my light pink lipstick. Getting ready for class was harder these days, as I was always trying to impress the other senior guys, or even a graduate student. I had to find a new boyfriend at some point, and three months had been a long enough time for me to be celibate. I was just about to rush out the door to my first class of the semester when my roommate, Naomi, walked in.
“Damn! You look good for 9 AM.”
She tossed her messenger bag on her bed and lay back, allowing the soft sheets to absorb her. She never made her bed; it was just one of those things you had to accept about her.
“And you look exhausted. Another late night out, with… What’s his name?”
She sat up with a broad smile on her face. I was still getting used her new haircut, a fierce, dark purple pixie cut, but it fit her personality well. It would’ve been easier to accept, except that she’d been blo
nde with shoulder length hair for the past three and a half years. Something changed her over Christmas break, but she hadn’t talk about it yet, and I wasn’t one to pry.
“I think his name is Elliott, or maybe Eli? God, you know I’m terrible with names!”
I laughed at her, “No, I know you’re terrible with boys. So I guess it’s not that serious yet? How are your mom and dad going to feel about that?”
“You know sometimes I think all that they want is for me to get married. But then I do get serious with some guy, like remember that one guy, Dean? I really liked him. But when I brought him home they got all weird. ‘You’re too young to get married. Don’t settle for anyone. Make something of your career first.’ I don’t get it. It’s like I hear from my mom that my internal clock is ticking and my dad on the other hand wants me to have this long fabulous career before I make any real decisions.”
I shrugged and took a look at the time on my phone. Jake’s face was still in the background. I sighed heavily. “As much as I would love to discuss your early life crisis right now, I have to get to class.”
“I’ll walk downstairs with you. I didn’t get anything for breakfast before my first class. And if you think I didn’t notice the sad, sappy eyes about your phone, you’re wrong. You’ve got to get rid of Jake as your background.” She stood up and crossed the room, quickly snatching the phone from my hands. She took a quick selfie of her making a duck face. “Here. Now when you look at your phone, you’ll see fabulous me. And you’ll laugh every time.”
I looked to see that she had set herself as the background, and she was right, that would put a smile on my face.
She opened the door and I followed her out into the main hallway of our sorority. The first day of classes and for some reason it was eerily quiet. “Do you think people missed their first class?”
Naomi shrugged as she quickly descended the stairs. “I mean, all of our freshmen are in their second semester now. Besides them, most people don’t have early classes like you and I.”
That was true. And the only reason that she and I had early classes was because we had a few classes to take to meet graduation requirements. Things that we had missed our freshmen and sophomore years because we had been more focused on our majors. Naomi was in graphic design and photography, while I was a business major. How we got along so well always seemed to surprise people. But we were best friends, having rushed together freshman year, entering the sorority in the same pledge class. We just knew that we needed one another for survival. Sororities on our campus were cutthroat to say the least, even though hazing was no longer an option. Bad things could still happen to girls. I was glad that I had nothing to do with the rushing anymore, not since I’d been a pledge myself. I attended the ceremony each year when we invited new pledges to become full-fledged sisters, but besides that, I just liked living in the house with the girls. It had been my home away from home since I had come to BU.
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