by Brook Greene
A Mayhem Wedding
I love thee, I love but thee.
With a love that shall not die.
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars grow old.
William Shakespeare
The Wedding Of
Roman and Hollis
Dedication
This book is for my readers. Thank you for sticking with me through this crazy ride and loving my boys as much as I do.
Linda, Chris, and Lena, thank you so much for all your help with this book. Your advice and guidance is priceless.
Dana, you know I love you. Thank you again for all your hard work on this book.
Cover design by Freya Barker of Rebel Edit & Design
Cover model and photographer: Nathan Hainline
Published by Brook Greene
Copyright 2018 Brook Greene
Chapter One
Hollis
The sun streaming through the windows warms the room, but I snuggle down deeper under the covers, wanting to stay in our little piece of heaven for just a little while longer. I roll to face his side of the bed and find it empty. Reaching out, I snag his pillow and pull it to my nose, breathing in his scent. The past year has been like a dream, and Roman’s made every day the fairy tale I dreamt about as a little girl. I never thought a person could love me, but Roman makes it a point to let me know every day how he feels.
I roll to my back, stretching out all the kinks. He’s out on one of his morning runs, leaving me to sleep until I have to get ready for work. His abundance of affection always makes me feel inadequate when it should make me feel like a princess. The scar on my face makes me feel less than appealing, even though he’s told me many times he doesn’t see it. I know he does, they all do. And it’s a painful reminder of the hell I’ve put him and his family through. Even though I’d brought an end to a very hurtful chapter in all their lives getting it, I don’t feel like I’ve done enough to make up for the pain I’d caused.
I’m afraid to let myself be truly happy with Roman. I keep waiting for the alarm to sound, waking me up from this amazing dream I’ve been living in for months now. Girls like me don’t get the happy ending, they get their body rolled into the morgue with nobody caring that they’re dead, and nothing but a toe tag to identify them. The way I’ve lived my life is a testament to that. I let my fingers drift up to my scar, thinking about how I’d gotten it. I’d been shot for Roman and his family, and I would do it all again if I had to. Roman tells me I’m different and I want to believe I am, because he makes me a better person every day.
I sit up in the bed, looking around our spacious bedroom. The clean gray lines and crisp whites of the linens gives the room a fresh feeling. I’d never lived in a place so luxurious. I have a wonderful job, working side by side with one of my best friends, Emily, which is something I would’ve never thought possible, especially after all I’d done to her. She’d forgiven me, in time, as had the rest of the Mayhem group. But I don’t think I’ve ever forgiven myself and spend most of my days fighting the need to apologize profusely to her.
I turn and place my feet on the floor, digging my toes into the plush carpet and wiggle them. The feeling makes me smile. I stand and stretch my body before I head for the shower, unable to push the work day off any longer.
It’s Saturday morning and I’m a bit upset because Roman has today off and Emily has scheduled us to clean a lawyer’s office this morning. I shrug out of my tee—Roman’s tee actually—that I sleep in every night. I bend and rest my hands on the vanity in just my panties, studying my face and the ugly scar running up the one side. In the past months it’s faded, but it will never completely go away. The hint of my age and the life I’ve lived is beginning to show in the creases around my eyes. I never thought I would make it to the age of thirty-six, much less living the life I am.
The thought of him fills my head and I let my hands push my panties down my legs, feeling my skin gooseflesh under my touch. I kick them to the side, reaching to turn on the water in our huge shower. I step in, tilting my head back with my eyes closed as the hot water pours over me. I smooth my hair back, letting my hands drift down to tweak my already beaded nipples. I palm my heavy breasts in my hands, feeling the course callouses of Roman’s hands, the feel of his touch that’s burned into my memory.
I let them drift down to my pussy and open myself, finding I’m ready to be pleased. It never takes much for me to have myself worked up, all I have to do is think of him and the things he does to me. I lower my body to the seat, propping my foot so that my legs are open. I begin to slowly circle my budded clit as I picture him stripping his clothes off for me as he stands at the foot of our bed, like he has so many times before, reveling every sexy as fuck inch of him as he removes each piece of clothing. When he’s naked, he takes his big hands and runs them down his toned chest and ripped abs. The mouthwatering sight of him has my hand moving in faster, tighter circles.
He has worshiped my body with his hands, and his lips have laid claim to every part of me. I feel as my body begins to twist up and a breathy moan leaves my mouth, just as I’m hit with the first tingle of pleasure making its way through my body. I add a finger from the other hand, pushing it into my wet pussy, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside my entrance. I let my head fall back against the shower wall as a loud moan oozes out of my throat, along with a hiss of his name.
The warm water flows over me, just like the sensations of ecstasy my fingers and his images are giving me. I feel my muscles tighten around my finger and decide to push in a second one. “Oh,” I groan loudly.
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Roman
I quietly reach the top of the steps and open the door to our bedroom, only to find the bed empty, but I hear the shower running. I kick off my tennis shoes and pull my tee over my head. Pushing my gym shorts down my legs, I sling them to the side. The shower running means Hollis is naked, and I can get a quick fuck in before she has to leave for work. I wasn’t expecting what I see when I walk through the open door into the steamy bathroom.
Hollis’s long, curvy, naked wet body is sitting on the shower seat with one foot propped up as she finger fucks herself, calling out my name. I immediately feel what had been a slow growing erection flash hard to stand at attention, pointing to what it wants more than anything in this world. I take my dick in my hand and give it a few long, languid strokes as I bide my time before letting her know of my presence. But for now, I’m going to watch her please herself as I get myself damned good and ready for her.
I stand and watch as a woman who has branded my soul and marked my physical being please herself as she moans my name. I walk closer to the shower, dick in hand, stroking myself with every step. There’s nothing more perfect than this, Hollis screaming for me as she comes around her own fingers.
When her body stops rocking back and forth and her eyes literally come back down from the back of her head, they open and land on me, making her jump. “Roman!” Her hands fall to her sides.
“Hey, baby,” I say, stroking my cock with a smug smile on my face. “You getting my pussy ready for me?” I come to a stop just outside the shower. Her embarrassed face is completely endearing. It’s nothing we haven’t done in front of each other before, but her doing it in secret and being caught is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Roman, what are you doing?” she asks, unable to take her wide eyes off my hand.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I step into the shower, sliding the door closed behind me. She quickly sits up, stunned at my presence. I reach for her with my free hand and pull her to her feet, the water casca
ding over us. I remove my hand from my cock, replacing it with her smaller one, using it to stroke me. I let my head fall back, hissing at the feel of her hand on me. My hand falls away as she continues to please me as she had herself. I raise my hands, tangling my fingers in her thick, wet hair, bringing her mouth to mine. We moan together as our tongues dance, the warm water running down both of our naked bodies.
I push my body against hers, forcing her to back up, her hand still stroking my cock. “This feels so good, baby, but I know something that will feel amazing,” I say against her lips. Taking her thighs, I lift her body up and wrap her legs around my waist. I press her back flush against the wall as she locks her ankles at my ass. I position myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes. Her elbows are resting on my shoulders and her eyes burn me with the passion they contain.
“Oh yes, Roman,” she moans as I push up, sliding easily into her tight pussy. I seat myself to the hilt, stopping as a shudder rocks through my body at the feel of her gripping tight around me.
Fucking this woman will never get old because it always feels like the first time with her. I start to move my body, pulling my dick out of her, just to shove it back in, soaking up all her gasps and moans. She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling my face to hers and taking my mouth with such force, our teeth knock together.
“Oh, fuck me,” she moans, pulling back, but I don’t let her go far before I take her mouth just as hard as I am her pussy, tasting the blood from our lips as I run my tongue along her lower lip.
“That’s good, huh, baby?” I look down, watching her tits jerk with each of my thrusts. I lean slightly in, taking a budded nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting, making her gasp. The woman is a real boost to my ego each time we have sex. She claws at the back of my head with her nails, like a crazed animal, and I know I’m the one doing this to her.
“Oh shit! Yes, baby, it is,” she groans, closing her eyes as her head falls back against the shower wall. The steam of the hot water boils around us, beading our skin with sweat. I trace a trail with my tongue as one bead runs down from her ear to her collarbone.
She leans her body into me as I feel her pussy clamp down around my dick, riding out her second orgasm. She fits perfectly to me, as if we’re different sides of the same coin.
No longer able to hold my release back, I push her hard against the wall, thrusting franticly into her. “Yes, baby, give it to me,” she cries out. I drive up into her twice more, my body quivering as I release all I am into her. I stand for a moment, letting my forehead fall against hers, just taking in the moment as I try to get my breathing under control. The animalistic feeling this woman brings out in me scares me sometimes and makes her walk funny.
“Shit, watching you get yourself off makes me so damned hard and ready for you.” I gently let her shaky legs down from my waist. I snake my arms around her waist, holding her quivering body against mine as I back us into the warm water. She buries her face in my chest, and I notice her shoulders shaking. I tilt her face up, but her eyes look everywhere but at me. Her cheeks are flushed from her two orgasms, I’m sure. “Baby?” I prompt her, but she still won’t look at me. “Hollis?” Finally, her eyes dart up to mine. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.
She pulls her plump bottom lip through her teeth, trying to hold back a smile. “I don’t know.”
“It’s something, baby. Tell me what it is.” I dig my fingers back into her wet hair.
She gives a soft giggle as I tilt her head back a little more, looking down into her beautiful eyes. “I’m embarrassed.” She bites her bottom lip again, making me swallow down a growl at the sexy sight.
“What the hell for?” I ask, a little shocked once I get my wits back about me and consider her words.
She tilts her head in the direction of the seat. “Earlier.”
“That’s ridiculous. It’s nothing we haven’t done in front of each other before.”
“I know, but I’ve never caught you rubbing one out.” Her face grows redder.
I lean in, placing my lips at her ear. “You wanna watch me now?”
She pushes on my chest, trying to back away from me. “Roman.”
I look at her, lifting my eyebrows. “What? I’m completely serious. You keep acting all innocent and shit, biting your lip and blushing. It’s making my dick hard again because I know how bad of a girl you can be.” I laugh at her expression and pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her. She folds her arms together between us, laying her head against my chest as we stand together, swaying back and forth in our shower, in our home. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way, my love.”
Many times before she came back, I’d dreamt of us being this happy together. And then I would fight the guilt of wanting her so bad because of what she’d done. I still feel the pain of her actions daily, but the guilt no longer accompanies it.
She looks up at me with a hint of regret on her face. “As much as I would love to stand in here with you until the water runs cold, I have to get ready for work.” She separates herself from me and reaches for a shampoo bottle.
I take the bottle from her and keep her in the shower for longer than I’m sure she’d planned.
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I lay on the bed naked with my head propped on my hands, watching her rush around the room getting ready. “Damn it, Roman, I’m going to be so late,” she huffs as she makes another pass from our closet to the chest at the far wall. Her face is still flushed from the third orgasm I’d given her, when I only intended to wash her hair.
I smile at her frustration. “You weren’t protesting five minutes ago.”
She stops, exasperated, holding her hands out to either side of her body. “Of course I wasn’t. You had your hand between my legs getting me off.” She rolls her eyes and scoffs at my arrogant smile. “What sane woman in their right mind would?”
I jackknife off the bed and step in her path. “Chill out, babe. Emily isn’t going to flip out if you’re five minutes late to clean an office.” I rub my hands up and down her arms. She looks up at me, the side of her mouth pulling up into a half-smile.
“What are you getting into today?” I watch as the stress melts off of her. I’d like to think it’s because of my words or my touch, but I know she’s masking her troubles for my benefit. She’s been acting a bit different the past couple of days. Nothing like the old Hollis, but not like the new one either.
I look down into her eyes and really study them. “Hey, what’s been up with you lately?” I ask as I lower my forehead to hers.
She sighs, lifting her hands to lay them on my face. “There’s nothing wrong with me. Just a little tired this morning, that’s all.” I smile devilishly down at her.
I let it go for the time being, knowing that pushing her will only get us into an argument. When she’s made her mind up not to talk to me, she doesn’t and that’s it. I know something’s bothering her, and it’ll aggravate the piss out of me until she tells me or I find out what it is. I know it’s nothing I’ve done, because had it been, she wouldn’t have let me touch her this morning, much less carry on a conversation with me.
“I might go into the office and get a little work done, and maybe go over to the garage and help out there till you get finished. We have that cookout tonight at Cowboy and Emily’s, so I’m thinking she won’t work too late this afternoon.”
She nods her head. “Yeah, I have to come home and fix a little something to take.” She pushes up on her tiptoes, giving me a soft kiss on the lips, then pulls away from me to finish getting ready, but my dick didn’t get the memo that she has to go into work now. He’s full-on hard and pointing to what he and I both want, back inside of her warm, tight pussy. I watch her sweet ass disappear into our closet before turning to retrieve a clean pair of gym shorts from a drawer in the dresser.
I head downstairs to get her coffee ready, just as a knock sounds on the door. “Come in,” I yell, knowing it’s Emily coming to pick up Hollis. I take another cup from th
e cabinet and pour her some too, setting it on the island as she comes into the kitchen. “Morning, gorgeous,” I greet her, smiling as she settles herself on one of the barstools. She takes the mug and lifts it to her lips. “She’ll be down in a minute.” Her eyes meet mine over the rim of her cup. Having a few minutes alone with Emily, I seize the time I have to talk to her about the way Hollis has been acting the past couple of weeks. “Can I ask you a question?” I feel a little uneasy, not sure I want to hear what she might tell me. Out of all the women, Emily is the one who spends the most time with Hollis, which a few years ago I would’ve never thought possible. But they’ve grown close, and if there’s something bothering Hollis, Emily would be the one she would confide in.
“Sure, darlin’, what’s up?” she asks, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Has Hollis said anything to you?”
She looks at me, confused. “About what?”
Feeling shitty for going behind her back and asking one of her best friends about what’s troubling her, I stall, rubbing the back of my neck, trying my best to figure out how to put my worries into words. “I don’t know. She’s been acting distant lately, I guess.” I look at her skeptical gaze. “You know what, never mind, it’s probably nothing. I’m seeing stuff that isn’t there.” I turn from her, feeling stupid, and knowing I’m seeing things that just aren’t there.
She lays her hand on my arm, her voice soft. “Hey, I’ll talk to her, see if there’s something wrong. Can you remember anything that might have set her behavior off?” I see the worry in her eyes for me and her friend. With Hollis’ past addictions, I’m forever on the lookout for relapse triggers, and I’m always afraid one is right around the corner.
I shrug my shoulders, not sure when it had happened. I’d only recently started to notice the slight changes in her mood. “Nothing right off the top of my head.”
Her eyes soften. “Could it be the wedding? All that planning has got to be taking a toll on her.” A woman knows things, and I’ve been trying to share the burden of the planning, but Hollis refuses to give it up, even to Piper.