Marti gasped, she had never been a lot lizard, hell…she didn’t even know what one was. These asshole reporters are not going to disrespect me. She grabbed the mike and started. ”Excuse me; I did not meet my husband at a truck stop. And if you think you are going to come into our humble abode and try to discredit me like that, then you have another think coming. What is your name?” Turning her head, “Jesse, please get this man’s name and number and help him out the door.”
She smiled and continued.”I met my amazing husband in a little café at my home town in the South, we have been together twenty four seven ever since. I am not here to ‘bleed him dry’, I love my husband and he loves me. Now if you have any more questions, please direct them to Nick as I will be stepping away, I won’t tolerate any disrespect and if y’all know what’s good for you, you won’t be tolerating it either. I hope you got the pictures you needed and thank you.” She smiled and bowed out, walking to the bedroom and slammed the door. Skank! Lot lizard! I’ll show that son of a bitch who’s a skank!
Nick spoke into the mic. “I’m so sorry, this press conference is over. The reporters went a little too far, so please gather your things and go. I have a brand new beautiful bride I need to attend to. If you have any more questions, you can talk to Ellie, my PR manager in Memphis. Thank you and have a wonderful day.” Nick stepped down from the podium and gestured to Jesse and hotel security to show the reporters out.
Walking into the bedroom he sighed “Sorry, they were totally out of line. I didn’t mean to put you through that.”
Marti sighed and looked at Nick, her eyes welling with tears. “Do you think I’m a skanky lot lizard? What the hell is a lot lizard anyway?”
“No honey, you are not a skanky lot lizard and with your hair up like that and that sexy dress on, you look like an amazing Hollywood star.”
“Thanks. Are we ever gonna get to Hollywood? What ever happened with the truck? Did you just leave it at the truck stop?”
“Unfortunately, we can’t get to Hollywood right now, Preciosa. We need to get back to Memphis. This Forbes thing is going to blow up in my face if I am not there to take care of it. The truck was already delivered in L.A. No worries there.”
She exhaled. “So all this travelling toward my dream was a farce? Nick,” she brushed his face with her fingers, “You are really amazing, I have never met anyone like you, but I feel like I have gotten myself into something I can’t get out of. I know you said only a few months, but I feel like I am suffocating here. I don’t know if I can do this, especially with these reporters talking shit on me. That’s crap! They don’t even know me. Assholes. But won’t that hurt you, hurt your business?”
“No, honey, I tell you what…let’s order room service and we can have a relaxing evening here at the hotel. You can save your dress for another night, we will have more days and more nights together and we can figure this out. I don’t want to keep you from your dreams just to grow my company. We’ll figure it out, Princesa. You are such a beautiful bride, my beautiful bride.” His face was beaming.
She couldn’t contain herself; she fell on the bed laughing at everything that just happened. “Lot Lizard! I’ll show you lizard!” as she pushed him over on the bed wagging her tongue in his face. “And anyway, smarty pants, how do you know I was a beautiful bride? You don’t even remember the wedding.”
Chapter 16
Climbing up the steps to their private jet, Marti looked over at Nick, “Holy crap! This plane is freakin’ amazing! Got any more secrets you’re hiding from me?”
“These aren’t secrets, Peach, it’s just my life. Our life now. I’m sure over the next month or two you will get used to it. Did the help get your things packed up quickly?”
“Yes, they did and speaking of the help... I am so not used to having people do things for me. Doesn’t that drive you nuts?”
Stepping into the plane, she gasped. “Wow!” The jet was huge; the whole interior of the plane was decorated in light blue velvet and satin with dark blue accents. “Wow! Nick, this is incredible. What’s with the blue? Did you do this?” surprised that it didn’t have a manlier feel.
“My mother picked out the colors and my baby sister had it designed. They were so very excited to get the plane. They couldn’t wait to - uhm... how do you say - ‘feminize’ it.” He shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “Hey, what can I say? They’re family.”
She ran her hand over the supple leather on the captain’s chair, set right in from of a big screen TV. The other three chairs were scattered around the bar. And a small couch sat next to a recliner. “Holy shit, Nick, you sure do live high on the hog.”
“Wha? - Hog?” he snickered. “Did you seriously just say hog? Like a pig? What’s that supposed to mean?” Sometimes, some of the stuff she said made absolutely no sense to him.
“You know, high falutin’?” she laughed. “Like rich folks.”
“Marti, we are rich. We should live well if we can afford to.” He exhaled and plopped down into one of the chairs. He worked his ass off for this and he was going to live in luxury, it was a far cry from the shit hole he grew up in.
She could hear the two pilots in the cockpit, talking to the tower, waiting for the okay to take off. After a few minutes, the plane jolted and started to move. Grabbing the counter, shaking, “This plane is safe, isn’t it?” she asked nervously. “Crap! I better sit down.”
He laughed to himself, ahhh, Princesa. ”Yes, we are safe. Tom and Jorge in the cockpit are the best pilots I have ever seen. Sit down, relax and enjoy. This flight will be a little under four hours, so we have lots of time to play.” He winked at her, gesturing toward the bedroom. She rolled her eyes “Is that all you ever think about?”
He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “Looking at my wife in that skirt? Yep! What say, sexy lady, how ‘bout you take that off?”
She laughed, “What say I don’t, sexy man... I’m hungry; you got any food on this plane?”
“Over there in the fridge, should be all stocked up. Can you grab me a beer please?” He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV and sat back while the plane taxied to the runway. Marti grabbed a croissant sandwich and tossed him a beer. She flopped down into the couch next to him. This is cool…very cool.
After about thirty minutes of some silly movie, she glanced over at Nick. His leg was thrown over the side of the chair, and he was popping chips into his open mouth. His shirt was already off, his jeans unbuttoned. He looked over at her and winked, nodding his head in a silent invitation for her to join him.
She raised an eyebrow and silently gestured to the bedroom, flipping up her skirt, giving him a peek of what was yet to come. A crooked smile crept across his face and he jumped up and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the chair and into the dark blue velvet room. “Ahhhh ha ha!” She screamed, giggling as he pulled the door shut.
He grabbed her and lifted her top over her head, his hands fumbling for her breasts, mashed between their bodies. She was already pulling down his pants, getting his leg caught in the process. He tried to shake them off and lost his balance, holding on to her and they both fell over onto the bed. His eyes met hers with a fiery lust, crushing his lips to hers as he wiggled his tangled pants down his leg.
His cock sprang free and she reached for it. She stroked it, circling her finger across the glistening pre-cum on the head. Her breath came in gasps as he devoured her lips, “Oh Nick, I want you so bad...” she whispered against his mouth.
He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her folds, caressing her fleshy bud. “Ohhh...” Her legs quivered as she spread them open farther, her pussy swelling with excitement. His thumb swirled her clitoris as he stroked her silky soft lips, gently pushing his finger inside.
Tracing his tongue down her neck to her breasts, he licked her nipples back and forth, one by one as they pebbled with the hot wetness of his mouth and the coolness of the air. Moving his head down between her thighs, he lifted her skirt, mumbling to her... “God, Mart
i, I could eat you alive.”
His mouth devoured her velvety soft folds, trailing his tongue to the hidden treasure. He sucked it between his lips, making a seal around it as he slid two fingers inside her. She arched her back and cried out “No, Nick, not yet!” as his fingers curled inside to prance on her G-spot.
Rocking her hips on his mouth, his fingers deep inside, she fisted his arching her back. She thrashed under his grip, panting and begging. “Nick, God, please stop, I….can’t…no, no…more…fuck….it…fuck! Yeeeesssss!” He slid a wet finger into her tight ass. Her bottom welcomed the naughty intrusion.
“Fuck, oh yes! Fuck me! Nick…I….can’t…Plea –” She cried out, screaming his name with each wave of pleasure. Her thighs gripped his head, smashing her pussy into his face. He held her tight as her orgasm rippled through her body. She moaned, jerking and gasping as he settled, calming her, bringing her back down to earth.
He swiftly rose up and positioned his hips between her thighs and with a loud groan, he plunged his thick cock into her. “Ahhh....Chiquita...fuck!” He rocked his hips, gazing into her big green eyes. Her hips rose up to meet his and he plunged his cock into her again, inch by agonizing inch.
She moaned and grabbed his ass, holding him hard against her; the base of his cock teasingly rubbing her sensitive clit with every thrust. He held it there a second before pulling it almost all the way out again. She flexed her back, fighting to pull him in deeper. “Fuck me! Nick, Fuuuccckk me!”
With a Spanish mumble, he buried his cock inside her, withdrawing and thrusting forcefully. Her words came in bursts, “Yes... like that…ahh….fuck… fuck me....hard.” He grunted as he plunged into her once more. Withdrawing and then slamming it hard into her again. Marti shuddered, wrapping her legs around his back and grinding her hips, her body melting into his as another orgasm grew deep inside her.
With one long deep thrust, and a shuddering groan, “Ahhh....Dios! Diosito Santo! Chiquilla...Fuck!” she felt his hot come flood her pussy. His whole body trembled.
“Fu – u – u- c- k!... Oh! Jesus!” Digging her nails into his ass cheeks, she arched and exploded as wave after delicious wave came over her, their bodies thrashing together in pure passion. Their hands moving everywhere, touching, grasping, holding.
They lay together, boneless, spent and trembling. His words were barely audible as he pressed his lips on hers. “Princesa, you are an amazing lover. Te amo....Te adoro.”
He reached up to move the curls from her face, their eyes met...she whispered, “You too, Nick, you too.”
He leaned in to her, kissing her gently. She shivered, inhaling his breath, feeling his soft tongue on her lips. They lay there in each other’s arms, feeling the closeness and the warmth of their spent bodies, relaxing to the smooth vibrations of the jet. The sweet smell of sex lingering in the cabin air.
The pilot finally announced over the intercom that they would start their descent in a few minutes. Marti looked over at Nick and smiled, “Maybe this accidental marriage isn’t so bad after all?”
He caressed her hair, pulling her closer to him. “Maybe not, Peach, maybe not.”
Chapter 17
“Mr. Vargas, the hangar had some storm damage last week and the construction crew is almost finished with the repairs. It’s kind of crowded over there. We can swing around to a gate and I can let you guys off and then Tom and I can taxi it over to the hanger and see if we can get this jet locked up…. or you can go with us but that might take a while, sir.”
“Jorge, no problema. Just take us over to the south gate and let us off there.”
“Will do, sir” he replied as the jet taxied off the runway.
“Problems with the plane?” Marti asked.
Nick shook his head, “No, just too much commotion at the hanger. They’ll let us off at the gate, the car should be waiting. I’ll have someone grab our bags, and we’re on our way home.”
He was nervous, bringing Marti home for the first time, but he was happy to be home. He would call his family and explain what happened, especially his mama. She would be crushed that she wasn’t at the wedding. Hell, he was barely there himself. Oh well, this is all moving very fast and he would have to make it up to her.
Grabbing her brand new tote, she stepped down the steps. The dry Vegas heat was heaven compared to the humidity in Memphis. Hand in hand, they walked across the tarmac into Memphis International.
“You scared?” he asked, smiling at her.
Her hair was disheveled. She quickly threw it up in a bun. “A little…this is really weird. A few weeks ago I was in my boring job at the school and now I am married to a millionaire I just met. Bit nerve wracking.”
He snaked his arm around her neck as they walked past security and a reporter jumped in front of them, camera flashing.
“Are you Nicholas Vargas, the owner of Vargas International? I heard you got married, Was it a private - ?”
He was stunned. “Wha - ? Who are you? Go away.”
Marti was blinded by the lights flashing from all around them. She grabbed Nick and buried her face into his chest. “What’s going on, who are these people?”
“I don’t know, Peach, I don’t know what’s going on. Just hang on to me.” They walked through a wall of reporters yelling out questions, Nick smiling “No comment” followed by another “No comment” then “No, I am not going to comment on that at this time.”
His limo was waiting right outside and he scooped Marti into it. He slid over to her and the driver shut the door. The reporters were just the other side of the glass, taking pictures, still asking questions.
“Jimmy, take us home. Now please. I don’t know what this is all about, but get us out of here.”
“Yes sir. We’re on our way,” as he maneuvered the long limo through the crowd.
“What’s going on, Nick? Who were those people?”
“I really don’t know, but I am about to find out.” Quickly pulling out his phone, he dialed and spoke. “Ellie, what the hell is going on?”
He exhaled, looking like he was about to collapse. “Okay, I’ll turn it on; we’ll be there in about thirty to forty five minutes…Okay, okay, just figure it out!”
He reached over and turned on the TV in the back of the limo, searching for the five o’clock news. “What the - ?” Pictures of Marti and him walking through the airport flashed across the screen, he reached over to turn it up.
“Nick Vargas, the owner of the Vargas International shipping conglomerate and the most eligible bachelor of the year, has finally married, twenty years after the fatal accident of his fiancé, Maria Del Santos…”
“What? We’re on the news? Nick! What is goin’ on? Fiancé? Fuck! What is happening? Oh my God!”
“Calm down, my secretary is figuring this out right now. I really don’t know. The Forbes issue isn’t due out for two weeks and I have no idea why these news agencies think we are so important. I don’t know. I really don’t know...”
His phone rang. “Shit! My mom is going to flip!” he pressed ‘Ignore’. He didn’t know how to deal with her quite yet.
“Your mama?” she pulled out her phone, there were three missed calls. “I gotta call my mama real quick. This news is live isn’t it?” punching the number into her phone.
His hand reached over and pushed her phone down. “Apparently, it is live…don’t call anyone yet. Let’s get home and let me figure this out. Fuck!” Sighing, he closed his eyes, leaning back on the headrest “Let me figure this out.”
Staring at him, not knowing what to do or say, she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat through his shirt, putting her full trust in him that he would work it all out.
***
“Tommy, come here! Marti is on the news!” Annie yelled. “Look! Come quick!” Tommy ran into the living room, spatula in hand.
“What’s up? What did she do?”
“She got married to some millionaire. Some Nick Vargas, from Memphis, ev
er heard of him?”
“What the hell? She just barely left… Vargas…. the name sounds familiar, some trucking guy…”
“I’m gonna call her right now.” She ran to the kitchen and grabbed her phone and started to enter the number.
“I got it! I know who he is. There was a big to-do about him a few years back. His fiancé got in a terrible accident and died. He must be old, like 40-50 years old. We were just kids when all that happened. Do you remember? It was all over the news. My daddy used to know them.”
“No, but she won’t pick up her phone. Jesus! What has got into her?”
Tommy stared in amazement at the TV. God, Marti what did you do now?
Southern Heat - Book 4
Amanda Heartley
© 2017 Cheeky Books Ltd
Chapter 1
Marti tossed her hair back, straightened up her shoulders and burst into Ellie’s office. She hated walking in there and having to deal with The Bitch. “Nick, honey, I am so sorry to bug you,” she reached for his arm, holding it just a second before stroking his shoulder. “I know y’all are busy, but I’m fixin’ to run out for a bit. Join me?” Looking up at him, she winked, her big green eyes sparkling. A pouty smile forming on her lips. She knew how to play this game.
Ellie huffed and rolled her eyes. Nick looked up from his tablet, “Sure, Princesa, just give me a few more minutes and I’ll be right there.” Marti smirked. She knew she could get him away from his assistant. She left the door cracked open as she walked away, smiling to herself. Bitch!
She flopped herself down on the couch and clicked on the TV. She’d give him a few more minutes. It’s not like she had anywhere to go, she just wanted him away from Queen Bitch. This was almost turning into a game for her.
Flipping through the channels, she came across an old movie. She loved old movies, she and Nick could sit for hours watching Charlie, Rita, Greta, Grace, and their favorite movie of all time... It’s a Wonderful Life.
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