The preacher is talking, but I can’t hear a word he’s saying. All I can see is my Amalie, and all I can think about is how she is mine for life, for eternity. I knew the moment I saw her at that club that I had to have her. I had to possess her, but I didn’t realize that I would need to possess her for life. One taste of her, and I knew I would never tire of having her. She is my breath, my air, and without her, I would surely die. She is everything.
“You have written your own vows?” the preacher asks.
I look to him and nod. Oh shit, it’s my turn to speak.
I clear my throat. I look straight into the love of my life’s eyes, and I begin to speak, “My beautiful Amalie, I love you more than I have ever loved another soul. I knew the moment that I laid eyes on you that you were special. I knew the moment I kissed you that I would never want to kiss another woman for as long as I lived. Today, here in front of all our friends and family, I give myself to you, my love. You are the kindest, gentlest, and most forgiving woman I have ever met. You make me the happiest man on the planet, and without you in my life, I am nothing. I will love you and cherish you for eternity. I will respect you and take care of you for as long as I live. I am yours, Amalie. I have always been yours, and I will always be yours. Say you will be my wife, my lover, and my friend for as long as you live.”
Amalie is crying, and I shouldn’t be surprised. The woman cries at commercials on television these days, but today, these are happy tears, and I will take them.
She smiles before she begins to speak her vows to me, “Jarrod, when my eyes landed on you, I thought, Wow, that is the biggest man I have ever seen. I’m no wilting violet, so I was impressed, to say the least. You are not only the largest man I have ever met in height but also in heart, soul, kindness, and devotion. You have made me the happiest woman in the world. You have kept my heart full of love, and I know a lifetime with you will be a lifetime of laughter and love, and I embrace this. I will love you until the day I die. I will take care of you and our children. I will make a home full of love and laughter, a place where we are safe and happy. I love you so much, Jarrod. Thank you for saving me and making me whole and happy.”
We trade rings and then we kiss, one that is indecent for a church. Thank goodness we are on my family’s property.
The night has been great, and I sit down, nursing a beer. I watch my beautiful wife dance with her twin brother on the dance floor. She is so graceful and gorgeous. I don’t know how I got this lucky, to end up with beauty like hers in my bed every single day.
My eyes scan the guests. Paul and David are dancing. Libby, Pete, Carlos, Victoria, Maggie, and Sammy are all dancing around my beautiful girl. My parents are even holding each other and dancing in the corner. Every person that I love is in this small area, and I smile widely, my eyes scanning all these people in my life.
My eyes drift back to Amalie and focus on her little belly. She is the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I don’t understand why God blessed me with her. I know for a fucking fact that I am no saint, but Amalie makes me feel like God has granted me some kind of sainthood. She is that perfect.
“You’re a lucky fucker,” my brother, Cam, says, sitting down next to me.
I can smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Cam, you can be, too. Plenty of pretty single girls here today. Delia is here,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, I totally want a girl who is in love with and pining over my brother. Now, that’s hot,” he growls.
I know there is no use in even starting with him.
“Cam, we were never anything more than casual, but she’s a good girl and deserves happiness—as do you,” I say.
He just pushes his chair out and walks away. I shake my head. My brother needs a woman. A year ago, I would have never said anything like that, but I can’t imagine not having Amalie and her love anymore. She has ruined me for being single, for one-night stands, and for casual sex. The woman is everything bold, sultry, too completely sexy.
I can’t handle it. I have to have her. The wedding is over, and it’s time to start our honeymoon. I stalk over to my bride and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest.
“Time to say bye-bye, baby,” I whisper in her ear.
I watch the goose bumps appear on her flesh. The wedding is over, but our night and the rest of our lives are about to begin, and I can’t fucking wait. I need to be inside my wife, inside my pussy, making it clench around my cock, wringing me dry.
Amalie wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel her lips hit my ear.
“Take your pussy home, baby,” she whispers.
I shiver at the anticipated thought.
Eight Months Later
Amalie
I lie Axel Niklas Harrison down in his crib and walk to the doorway of his vintage baseball-themed nursery. I wipe the stray tear from my cheek. He is beautiful, a tuft of white hair and startling bright blue eyes with pale soft baby skin. He’s two months old, and I still don’t know how I’ve been blessed with such a sweet, calm baby boy. Jarrod says he is the perfect combination of us—big and strong like him and soft and calm like me. I practically roll my eyes when he mentions how big and strong our boy is. He’s still a baby even if he is off of the charts for length.
I recall the conversation I had with Niklas just this morning. He informed me that he would be coming to visit us for a few weeks because he missed Axel and me more than he ever thought possible. I have to hand it to Niklas. He has truly changed. Once Eric was caught, the wool was stripped from Niklas’s eyes, and he saw everything. It was hard at first to forgive him for abandoning me, for not believing me, and for trying to push Eric and I back together, but I love Niklas. He will always be a part of me, my twin, and I will always forgive him.
“Thank you, my sweet Amalie, for allowing me back into your life,” Niklas whispers, his voice choking with emotion.
That is something else that is new—Niklas showing his emotion.
“I love you, Niklas,” I admit, shifting Axel to my other breast to feed.
“I wish our parents would relent. Their stubbornness is uncalled for. I love you and Axel so very much, and it saddens me that they do not see how wonderful you are doing and that they refuse to meet the man who is so perfect for you.”
I can imagine that he is shaking his head in annoyance.
“I have you, Niklas, and I have Jarrod’s family and friends. My heart is so full, bror, so very full.”
We hang up shortly after he tells me that he loves me and to give Axel a kiss and Jarrod his regards.
My beautiful brother will be all right. He will move on from the betrayal of his friend and the abuse I lived with. He will find his own slice of happiness. I know this with all my heart. I sigh as I feel Jarrod slide up against my back, breaking my thoughts of my brother from the front of my mind.
“Come, baby. You’re wiped.” Jarrod appears behind me and wraps his big arms around my waist.
Thank Jesus for breastfeeding. My breasts are gigantic, but my weight has melted off and just in time, too. I only have four weeks until my next catalog shoot. I promised Paul photos with Axel and Jarrod as well. Both Paul and David are beyond thrilled, and Jarrod’s publicist has already told People about it. It is always going to be a full-on circus with us. I just have to accept it.
The week after our wedding, the photos were blasted all over social media and magazines across the country. Our pregnancy and wedding were announced with just one photo. It was a beautiful picture, too. Paul had snapped the photo while I was standing in front of Jarrod, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck, as I looked up at him with my bouquet in the other hand. Jarrod was gazing down at me, and his hands were wrapped protectively around my baby bump. Everything was summed up with just that one photo. It since has been blown up, framed, and now hangs in my closet along with our first People cover photo because that picture is hot as sh
it.
“My beautiful girl,” Jarrod whispers against my neck, sliding the long nightgown down my shoulders and off my body. His hands are warm, sliding over my shoulders, down to my hips, back up to wrap around my ribs, and then slowly up to cup my large breasts.
“Jarrod,” I whisper as I feel his rough fingers lightly stroke my nipples.
He is back in training, his hours long and grueling. Their first game is in two weeks. We haven’t had many moments to savor each other, to spend our time exploring, loving, licking, and just feeling.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, pushing his hips into my ass.
His erection his clothed behind his jeans, sliding over my skin, the rough denim scratching me from behind.
“I need you,” I whisper back to him.
I feel his palm crack against the fleshy part of my ass, causing me to moan.
“Get on the bed and spread those beautiful thighs for me, smuk,” he growls.
I practically run to do as he has asks. Once he has stripped the clothes from his own body, he crawls onto the bed, and his knees rest between mine, giving me a perfect view of his delectable body. He is all rippling hard muscle, cut and sculpted beautifully, from his rigorous long training and specific diet. I will never tire of looking at his big, beautiful body. I shift my hips, tipping toward him, and I watch his nostrils flare with want. I love that look on his face—when he is hungry for me, when he wants me more than he wants to breathe.
My mouth waters as I watch him slowly stroke his cock, wrapping his big hand around himself, squeezing, pushing, and pulling on his perfect cock. He arches his eyebrow at me, knowing what he does to me. I slide my fingers through my own drenched core as repayment to the man.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Show me how you touch that pretty pussy, my pretty pussy.”
I arch my back as I dip two fingers inside of myself and rub just the right way. When a moan escapes my lips, my hand is wrenched up and held over my head as I feel Jarrod’s cock thrust deep inside me.
“Jarrod,” I cry out.
He slowly slides out and then thrusts back inside me, grinding his hips once he is fully inside. His lips crash down on mine, his tongue diving deep inside me, swirling through my mouth, consuming me.
“Fuck me. God, please fuck me, Jarrod,” I plead after wrenching my mouth from his.
Jarrod’s body has stilled inside me, and I can’t help but feel the need to thrust, wiggle, move, or do fucking anything but just lie here.
“I’ll fuck you, my sweet girl. Spread those legs for me.”
I spread my legs even farther apart and groan as he slips even further inside me, something I didn’t think was possible. Jarrod slides his arms under my knees, and he pushes my legs up even more as he slides back onto his knees for more leverage. I hold my breath when he pulls all the way out and surges deep inside me—hard. His cock hits me at a perfect angle, and I can’t help the scream that emanates from my throat. I cry out in pleasure as my pussy grows even wetter, pulsing, while my release hangs in the near distance.
“My good girl,” he whispers as he watches himself slam deep inside me. Then, he pulls out and repeats the motion, the deep thrusting and pounding to my pussy.
“Jarrod,” I cry out his name. I’m so close, so achingly close.
“Take my cock. Take your cock. Fuck, my pussy is so fucking gorgeous, taking me. Take it, baby. I want you to come all over my cock. Soak it, baby. Make me so slippery, so I can just slide deep inside that pretty little asshole. I know you want it,” he growls.
I cry out as I come. His words are my undoing because I want that. I have been practically begging for it. Jarrod has been playing with my ass, stretching me, showing me the pleasure that can come from a piece of him inside me even if it is just his fingers. As soon as my vision goes hazy and I scream my release, my body is being rolled onto my stomach, and my hips are being wrenched up. Slowly, Jarrod fills me from behind, his fingers finding my clit to draw out my already powerful release, as he slams deep inside me.
“Relax, baby,” Jarrod croons.
I slowly force myself to relax as he slips deeper inside me. He’s so deep that I feel like screaming all over again.
“So tight. So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my ear as he slowly slides out and then back inside of me again.
Jarrod plays with my clit, rubbing, and he whisper in my ear until I come again while he thrust into me, roaring loudly with his release. We are both shaking. I am enjoying Jarrod’s weight on my back when we hear Axel’s soft cries, which begin to really wail.
“I’ll get him, baby,” Jarrod whispers. He gets up and pulls his boxers on before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, he comes in with a crying Axel in his arms.
“I changed him, but I think he’s hungry, Mama.”
I roll my eyes. When is this boy not hungry?
Jarrod hands him to me, and Axel searches for my breast. He begins to greedily pull the milk from my body. Jarrod slides his hand around my neck. His gaze is fixed on Axel as his hand lovingly strokes his soft white hair with his other hand.
“You are so perfect, Amalie. You have given me everything.” His voice is soft.
When his eyes meet mine, I see a sheen of wetness in them, threatening to fall.
“I could have lost all of this, my love. I could have lost you that day,” he chokes.
I nod. We don’t talk about that day, the day Eric tried to take me for ransom or sell me. He was screwed in the head, and Jarrod could have lost Axel and me, or we could have lost him. It was the scariest few hours of my life, yet I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Eric going crazy made it, so I am now safe. I don’t have to worry about him. I don’t have to always look behind me.
“Did Jo ever contact you?” Jarrod asks softly.
I emailed Jo when Axel was born. I’ve tried to reach out to her, but she hasn’t been receptive. I just shake my head. I don’t know where Jo is or what she’s doing. She has decided that our friendship is not important, and as much as that hurts, I have so much more to fill the void her friendship has left. I wish her all the best, but I can’t waste my time on her. She never truly had my best interest at heart. She compromised my safety, and that is not what a true friend does.
“I am so happy now, Jarrod. You must know this.”
He nods. “I do,” he whispers.
I lean over and lightly kiss his perfect lips. “Thank you for always protecting me,” I whisper against his lips.
A few moments later, Jarrod is tucking Axel back in bed. Jarrod and I shower together, washing the day away, cleaning our bodies. As all new parents do, we zombie-walk over to the bed and promptly pass out.
Book Two Coming in Fall 2015:
Catching Maggie
(Series Standalone)
As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories, starting at the age of six, and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After fifteen years together, he’s still the love of her life. Hayley’s husband joined the military, and they lived in Oregon where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard. They moved back to California in 2006 where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to Hill Country in Texas where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband, and her nights are spent with creating alpha book boyfriends.
le(100%); -ms-filter: grayscale(100%); filter: grayscale(100%); " class="sharethis-inline-share-buttons">share
Pitching for Amalie Page 22