by Hazel Grace
I raise a brow. “What?” The door to Marty’s room violently swings open, and I leap right into the wall. “Goddammit, Hulk!”
“The fuck are you doing here?” Hulk sneers, stepping out and in front of me, to face Wade.
“Go take a walk.” Wade’s order is calm and monotonic as Hulk straightens his spine, extending his over six-foot frame in warning. “Need me to have it tortured out of you for you to understand or…some sort of sign language you need to have done?”
“You don’t get to walk in here and recite off commands.” A deep chuckle leaves Wade’s lips, but I can’t see him because Hulk is becoming legendary for always being in my way.
“I can because, thanks to you and your squad, I’m the President of the United States. Have a good time.”
Hesitantly and surprisingly, Hulk moves, pulling his cell out of his black sweatpants and making his way out the front door to more than likely rat me out to Marty.
Asshole.
The weight of Wade’s eyes descend on me, making me raise my own spine, not feeling the confidence that I normally have when I’m in a difficult or uncomfortable situation.
But this is Wade Lockwood, he demands me to feel more.
“I went to a party,” he quips. “And you just happened to be there.”
“Andy’s party?” He nods. “What were you doing there? At a bar no less and how?” His finger brushes along the cheap countertop of my island.
“Was dancing with every man there a part of your plans for the night as well?”
My whole face kinks. “I danced with one dude, and he asked me. I knew him.”
“And you were forced at gunpoint again?”
“Last time I checked, I didn’t belong to anyone.” He smirks before taking a step in my direction.
“Oh, Miss Shelton,” he conveys, amusement in his tone. “If you want to fuck someone, by all means, I can’t stop you, but I prefer you to do it when I’m not within eyeshot.”
I glance down at my dress. “Looks like we’re safe to assume that didn’t happen.”
“Didn’t happen because I made sure it didn’t.”
“What are you doing here?” He crooks his finger and gestures for me to come closer. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough whiplash from you lately. And you’re not following along with our—I’m sorry, your agreement.”
“I know.” He moves, each step in my direction a hammer to my chest. A wave of tingles and anxiety courses through my body because I can’t keep going back and forth and being dragged back into him only for him to change his mind.
He did all of this. And I’m practically begging him to love me.
To be with me.
Stopping within a meager distance of me, he allows his gaze to trail over my body. Power and dominance hovering over me like a brick wall that’s about to slam over my head.
“Looks like I’m never going to get enough of you. And...I received a phone call earlier.”
I perk a brow. “From?”
“Seems like your brother was more useful to me than I thought after all. I was informed that the two Russians that have been roaming around in places they shouldn’t be have been disposed of.” Another inch is obliterated between us. “Then I was told that I could have a whole army of men watch over you to ensure your safety against anyone else.”
“Wade…”
He shrugs. “It’d be legit, paid by the government. Then there’s B723 and your brother’s big-ass mouth that would make sure you were kept safe.”
“I don’t need a full-blown infantry surrounding me.” I cross my arms along my chest at how ridiculous he’s being.
“You’re right, getting your own Air Force might not work, but I could always hire snipers to—”
“Wade. What are you doing here, in my house, vomiting at the mouth about?”
“What kind of public servant would I be if I wasn't willing to abide by a beautiful woman's petition of wanting to be independent but also owned, by me. Especially when that woman walks around in all her fuck-me dresses while wanting to be fucked up the ass and kept within my restraint.”
“Sounds like a difficult decision.”
“Not at all problematic when I can’t breathe without her.” His hand reaches around my neck, and he pulls me to him, chest to chest, his fingers locked into my hair as he pulls on it to get me to look him in the eyes. Then he turns us to press me into the wall. “What am I going to do with you, Shelton?”
“I don’t know.”
Another lift of his lips. “I have a million things going through my head right now. Want to know them?” My head bobs eagerly, which gets his mouth to crack into a breathtaking smile. “Fucking you again in one of your dresses. Having you get on your knees right now and take my cock into your mouth. To find out if that ass can fit me again because now I’m addicted.”
My body hums in response to him filling me anywhere and to hear how aroused he gets.
“Which one do you want to start with first?” My jaw loosens in response, thoughts rambling and boomeranging in my brain.
“What does this mean?” I blurt because my heart pressures me to know.
“What do you want it to mean?”
“Stop playing games with me, Lockwood,” I sneer. He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger and tries to keep the cockiness of his mouth from lifting any higher.
“You want me to tell you what I have planned for you other than fucking you, Miss Shelton?” I glare at him as my response. “I forgot how impatient you are.”
“And I didn’t forget how much of an asshole you are.” He bends down closer to me.
“Well, for starters,” he chants. “I’m going to take you in every way possible. Claim every inch of your body. Then—” He sighs. “—find out how we’re going to make this work.”
“Which includes?”
“You tell me, Sox, you want to be with me, but I just buried my bitch of a wife less than a month ago. A little early to have you plastered to my arm and for me to publicly announce that I’m with you without looking like the heartless bastard that I am.”
“You’re not heartless,” I mutter.
“I am when you hold it.” His blue eyes flash with sadness and regret before they hit my chest with a ferocity to protect and hold him. “I don’t want to keep you a secret. I don’t want to be away from you. But I can’t stop who I am and what I am to this country. I have so many responsibilities, so many people relying on me. I’ve fucked up with you. I should’ve gotten rid of Demi years before I met you. I just didn’t know you’d...I wasn’t ready for you.”
“I want you to be who you were meant to be.” I grip the lapels of his suit. “You were meant to be president.”
“I loathe being president because it keeps me away from what I could’ve had. If we would’ve met a decade ago, you would’ve been…” I plead for him to continue by just staring at him.
Open up to me. I need this.
“I want you to be my wife one day. Just not like this.”
“I can do this,” I counter. “If it means being—”
“You’re sacrificing your life for this. It isn’t right but you would be. You’re too beautiful and smart to settle for me, but you seem insistent, and I can’t resist you, Sox. I want to give you everything you want.”
“I want this. I’d give up everything to have this. You don’t understand me when I say that I’m in—one hundred and ten percent, I’m here. Without us, there is no future for me. I’ll go right back to where I was before. Closed off, guarded, and just...empty. So if you don’t want me—”
“It’s not that. I want you more than anything. I just don’t want you to hate me one day.”
“Been there, done that.” I smile. “You still win out every time.”
“You’re too good to me, Sox.” His palm runs down the side of my cheek followed by his fingers. “I don’t deserve you.”
“But you have me—always. Wade... “ I rise on my tiptoes just to get closer to him. Even thoug
h we’re chest to chest, it’s not close enough.
Nothing will ever be near enough for me.
“I love you, Reagan,” he mutters, his breath caressing my lips. “I will forever and constantly love you.”
I don’t know who closes the distance first, but our mouths mold together like two pieces to a puzzle. He’s my match, my person, and, hopefully, my whole future.
I jump into his arms, knowing that he’ll catch me. Starting with his jacket, I push it down his arms. Wade bites my lower lip possessively before his ass lands on the couch a few seconds later, followed by my knees.
The buttons of his dress shirt somehow come undone. I think I may have torn one off. The hem of my dress is lifted, and Wade’s hands cup my ass, pulling me to grind up against his hard, still clothed length.
“I’m not fucking you until you tell me that you’re done talking about this you-not-wanting-me-to-be-in-this-world business.”
“I’m always going to feel that way,” he confesses along my jawline. His lips expertly peppering kisses along my flesh and up to my ear, where he whispers, “But if you insist, I can put it in writing.”
I scoff-chuckle, my body releasing a small shudder as his tongue licks the lobe of my ear followed by his teeth.
“Draw up a contract,” I order. “And I’ll read and sign it.”
“And amend it.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Just making sure I agree to all terms and vice versa.”
“As long as I get this every night, I’m good, Sox.”
“I’ll need more,” I surmise. “Your pants are still on.” Wade growls into the column of my neck and playfully tosses me to the side of him on the couch.
Quickly, he works his pants off, only getting them to his knees before yanking me back into his lap.
“Better, Miss Shelton?”
I bite my lower lip. “Shirt off?”
“You’re a fucking pain in the ass,” he scolds through constricted brows. “Ride my dick and I’ll see about the shirt later.” Reaching between us, I take my time dragging his cock from his boxer briefs.
“Is this to see if I get the job?” Wade leans back into the couch, gazing upon me as if it’s the first time. His blues are bright and euphoric, and I plan on keeping them like that always.
“You’ve had the job before we even met, baby.” Pulling my panties to the side, I slowly slide down on him. His thickness deliciously fills me as Wade’s eyelids flutter in response. “Fuck…”
“Do you promise to keep me forever?” I ask, leaning in closer to him. “I’m not going to be easy to get rid of.”
Wade inclines his body towards mine. “You’re in my blood now, Sox, there is no getting rid of you—us. You were mine way before we ever met. Way before you started to like me. And definitely when you didn’t like me.”
“Speaking of Sox,” I quip, lacing my fingers under the collar of his shirt. “They’re playing the Yankees right now. Maybe we should go watch the game.”
He wraps his arms around me tighter. “How about we don’t and just bet on the game.”
“And what do you want if you win?”
“I want you to marry me in three years when I’m out of office.”
“You’re not going to run for a second term?” He shakes his head. “Why not?”
“All you caught out of that was that I wasn’t running for a second term, over my wanting to make you my wife.” He squeezes my ass and lifts me just for me to plunge back onto his cock.
“I’m not—” I run my tongue along the stumble of his neck, eyes clamped shut from how good he feels. “—basic.”
“Noticed.” He bites down on my shoulder before he clamps his mouth over it.
“Why aren’t you running for a second term?”
“Because I’m over doing this shit, and I want you all to my damn self.”
“But Wade—”
“But nothing,” he counters, thrusting deeper into me to drive in his point—literally. “I want you to be completely fucking mine and no one elses.”
“I am yours.”
“But when we announce you being mine, you’ll be the country’s as well.” He grabs my waist and starts to pick up the pace driving into me. “So...that’s what I want if I win.”
“And if you lose?”
“Well, that’s up to you. What do you want, Sox?”
“I already got it.”
“Didn’t hear you agree to my offer, Miss Shelton.” He leans back to look up at me. “Will you marry me?”
I bite down on my lower lip to keep my smile from breaking my face. “Yes.”
♫ Simple Amazing — Trey Songz ♫
Three years later…
“What do you mean you’re not going to run for a second term?” Reagan’s body is leaned over my desk, palms along the edge, and her violet eyes—those beautiful fucking things—are constricted and zeroed in on me.
“I’m not running for a second term, baby. We’ve been through this a million times.”
“Why? Remind me—a good reason, Lockwood.”
“Because I think we’ve had enough public attention for the past three years.” I lean back in my chair and take in her lavender dress that dips a little too low for my liking. Especially since a large portion of the people here in the White House are male. “And I want you all to myself now. And I won that damn Yankee game, and you, Miss Shelton, owe me.” I expect her face to soften, but it only hardens more.
“But you’ve done amazing things since you’ve been in office. The unemployment rate has dropped, people are starting to believe again in this country. You just got rid of the—”
“I know what I’ve done,” I surmise. “But it’s time that you and I have some time alone. I’ve shared you long enough with the American people.”
And trust me, I have.
We announced two years ago that her and I were a couple. Reagan wanted to keep it on the down low for longer but me, being me, didn’t want to keep her a secret anymore. I wanted to whisk her out in public and hold her hand. I wanted to tell every single fucking male and female that she was mine, and I would use every ounce of my power to strike them down.
“You might be edging forty, but that doesn’t mean—”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I chide, my brows now furrowed in on her. “You’ve practically been the perfect wife to the damn country and you’re not even my wife yet.”
“Then marry me, fool, and run for a second term.” I glare at her because this isn’t how I wanted this to go.
I wanted her to be excited and ready to start talking about all the possible things we could do with each other.
Or, I don’t know, maybe plan our wedding in her damn head like normal females do.
We’ll always be in the public eye, I know that, but most of the heat will be taken off of us with time, and that’s what I want. I didn’t want to keep her here—front and center to the world—for any longer than we had to.
“I’ll propose to you when we’re not standing in my office with hundreds of people moving around. With my luck, one will probably come knocking on this door any minute asking me to read something.”
She straightens her spine and releases a heavy sigh of exasperation. “You are old.”
“You weren’t saying that earlier when I had you up in the air on my shoulders while I was feasting on your pussy this morning.” I think I see her cheeks pinken before she crosses her arms along her chest.
“Wade…”
“Baby…” I lean back in my chair and take in the woman who drives me fucking mad with lust and the need to screw her at every second of every day. “Don’t you want to get out of this place? Before you hit forty?”
I get a chuckle and a smile out of her before she says, “We still have quite a ways before that happens.”
“Mhm…” Reagan rounds my desk and plops her ass in my lap before wrapping her arms around my neck. Her classic move when she wants me to agree to something
.
The problem for me is when she bats her long eyelashes and gives me her killer smile. I’m putty in her hands after that, and she uses that to her full advantage.
“I have something to tell you,” she mutters.
“What is it?”
“I want to marry you.”
I chuckle before wrapping my arms around her. “I would hope that you would after this long.”
“But I want you to run for a second term.”
“Oh, geezus Christ, Rea—” She presses her index finger to my lips.
“Hear me out. You do four more years...and I’ll give you four babies.”
“Why does this mean so fucking much to you?” I try to sound irritated, but the realization of her giving me children already has my cock hardening and my heart doing this weird floating thing. “Are you with me for the presidency?” She wacks at my chest, and my lips break into a grin. “You’re annoying as hell.”
“And sexy as hell.” She leans back into my arms so that she can get access to my neck. Nuzzling her cheek against my shoulder, she opens her whole body for my exploration.
Problem for her.
Fun for me.
We might start with kid number one right now.
“I don’t want children in this world.”
“You’ll always be somewhat in this world, and as much as I need you—” Her plush lips brush my flesh along the line of my neck. “—I think it’d be a shame if the next person that gets voted for president doesn’t follow through with what you’ve already done. My hometown is starting to thrive, along with other small cities and towns that people ignore or forget about. You’re making such a huge difference.”
“But with the cost of your happiness and now my children’s.”
“If you can make me come—” She lapses the column of my neck, stirring my cock under her ass. “—in under four minutes, you don’t run for president again.”
My fingers slide underneath her dress. “Make it a three and a half and you’re on, Shelton.”
Ever been finger fucked so hard that you don’t know how to pronounce a word or be able to walk straight?
Ask Reagan Shelton—I won.