Wild Hearts
A Forever Wild Novella
Magan Vernon
Text copyright© 2013 by Magan Vernon
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Summary: Going back to Chicago with her accidental husband should have been torture for Valerie. But when Wes has her bent over the first class bathroom sink, torture is the last thing on her mind. After landing back in Chicago reality sets in. So does the glaring eye of her roommate, and her former friends with benefits, Max, who seems to be a lot friendlier since Wes came in the picture. After a meeting with a divorce lawyer, Valerie and Wes find out that they have thirty days for both of them to sign the papers, ending their quickie marriage. But Valerie doesn’t know if she wants to move on or forever stay Mrs. Wild.
First Edition, December 2013
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Other Books by Magan Vernon
How to Date an Alien (My Alien Romance Series #1)
How to Break up with an Alien (My Alien Romance Series #2)
How to Marry an Alien (My Alien Romance #3)
My Paper Heart
Life, Love, & Lemons
The Only Exception
The Only One
One Wild Night
An Hour Later
A Few Hours Later
Later That Night
The Next Day
A Couple Hours Later
An Hour Later
A Few Hours Later
About Magan
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An Hour Later...
While Wes got to sit comfy in first class, I was rammed between two very smelly, older women in the far back of coach. At least the flight had free Wi-Fi. Well, I shouldn’t call it free since I did have to pay over one thousand dollars of my own money to take Wes back with me.
I pulled out my phone and connected to the Wi-Fi before logging into my Facebook. That’s where I saw a new friend request and a message. Both from Wes Cockrell. I guess if we were married, he figured he should make us Facebook official. I hovered over the ‘accept request’ button. Part of me thought it was no big deal to add it, but there was something in the back of my mind that was holding me back. What if I added him and after we divorced I didn’t see him again? He just went back to Vegas and I had to stare at pictures of him with skanky stripper girls?
I shook the thoughts out of my head. Was I really getting jealous over nothing? I must have been crazy. I ignored his friendship, for now, and clicked on my messages.
Wanna join the mile high club?
My mouth gaped open and I was glad that the granny sleeping next to me couldn’t read my message.
I hope you’re joking. I responded back
I saw the three little dots that let me know he was typing back.
You can stay back there in coach or you can come up here to the bathroom on the right and find out.
I stared at the words. Was he really serious? Even if he wasn’t, what did I have to lose? The guy was a really good lay. Like, too good. If I was going to be married to him for a while, I guessed I could use it to my advantage.
I stood up and pushed past sleeping granny number two, who barely even acknowledged my presence. I quickly smoothed out my wrap dress and made my way to the front. I felt like I was about to do something incredibly illegal, like rob a bank or something. Maybe fucking on an airplane was illegal, I wasn’t sure. I also wasn’t sure if Wes actually meant what he said. Maybe he was just joking and I’d walk in on some fat executive taking a dump instead.
I made it up to first class, separated by a curtained entryway. I was worried about a flight attendant kicking me out, but there seemed to be an emergency toward the back of the plan that had them all running there. It could have been something serious or it could have just been a new buzzfeed. From the giggling that I heard as I walked by, I was guessing the latter.
Everyone in first class had their own wide leather seat with a TV in front of them. It was mostly businessmen in suits. Luckily no one that I worked with, either. They all were able to get an earlier flight.
But the one face I didn’t see was Wes’s. Maybe he really was in the bathroom.
The one on the left was unoccupied, but the one on the right had the red ‘occupied’ slide in. I didn’t know the protocol for sex in an airplane bathroom, so I knocked softly, hoping to hell he was in there. I looked to my side, hoping none of the other passengers were staring, and before I could look back at the door, his rough hands had a hold of the front of my wrap dress, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind me.
I was expecting the tiny-ass airplane bathrooms that I could barely fit into, but this one was closer to the size of my bathroom at home. It was narrow with a full-sized toilet to my left and a few feet down was a full sink with hand towels beside it and a big mirror over it that reflected a large wooden bench.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” I said, looking around the space.
“I almost didn’t expect you to show up.” Wes cupped my face.
“What would you have done if I was someone else?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Hoped to hell she made the same sexy sounds that you do when I do this ...” His lips were on my neck, his tongue running along the same spot he kissed before he nipped at it.
I whimpered, my body trembling from his touch.
“Yeah, that’s the sound,” he whispered into my neck before his lips trailed up to mine. He locked the door behind me before he pressed his body against mine, kissing me deeply.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands slid down to my sides. Guys never touched me like he did. They usually played with my rack for awhile and then got right to sliding in. No foreplay. But Wes teased every part of my body like he cared more about my pleasure more than his.
He moved his lips to my ear. “I’m glad you’re wearing this dress, baby.” His hand slid underneath my skirt, his fingers tip-toeing up my thighs until he ran his thumb over the thin fabric of my panties, instantly heating everything up between my legs.
I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth as his thumb skimmed down the front of my panties. He hooked his fingers on the side of them, pulling them down deliciously slowly as he kneeled with them. Wes lifted up my calf, pulling one leg out of underwear before he kissed my ankle, leading a trail up my leg and leaving goosebumps everywhere his lips touched.
I thought he would stop kissing, but instead he lifted up my dress before gripping my thighs and pulling me forward into his awaiting mouth. I gasped when his warm tongue flicked against my clit and then he pulled me closer, sucking on the nub.
No guy had actually done that before. I’d gone down on guys plenty of times, but it was never the other way around. I didn’t think it was a big deal until I had Wes’s tongue on me and I fully understood how big of a deal it really was.
I grabbed onto his blond hair, running my fingers through it before pulling it gently. He nibbled at my lips before sliding a finger inside of me, twirling a finger while he sucked my clit. My legs shook and an
orgasm was at the brim of my eruption. I had to shove my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming and letting the other passengers know what was going on. He hooked his finger inside of me, meeting my G spot as his tongue ring flicked against my clit. I couldn’t hold in my climax as I came into his mouth, my body shaking around him.
Wes slowly stood up, wiping his mouth and meeting my eyes with a big grin on his face before he pulled my fist out of my mouth. “You are so hot when you come, darlin’.”
I was utterly speechless. Which was a first. So instead I tugged on his hair, pulling him into a kiss. It was wet and slobbery, but I didn’t care. The guy made me feel like I was something more than a fling. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted me.
Wes broke the kiss and then turned me around so I was facing the mirror over the sink. “Now when I saw this mirror ...” He ran his hand up my thigh, pulling my skirt up. “I thought about how bad I want to watch you in it.”
I raised my eyebrows at his reflection as he unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers showing that he was primed and ready. He slid closer, running his fingers down my butt before he bent me over the sink. He moved his fingers down my clit before pushing himself inside of me. I moaned, feeling his piercing hit me in the right place, and had to bite my lip so I didn’t get too loud.
He grabbed onto my hips and thrusted into me, his fingernails digging into my skin as each quickened movement made my body electrify beneath his. I gripped the sink for fear I’d fall over if I didn’t hold onto something. I stared into the white bowl of the sink, thinking about all the steps that led me to fucking an almost stranger in a first class bathroom.
I slowly looked up from the sink and saw that his eyes weren’t shut, like he was trying to pretend to be somewhere else, but instead were focused directly on me. Full of longing. He wanted me. Really wanted me.
That was the look I needed for me to erupt. I gripped onto the sink, my body shaking as my orgasm took hold. Wes followed suit with a few hard thrusts before his body shuddered and came to a complete stop.
We both stood there, breathing and making eye contact at our reflection in the mirror.
That was the moment I knew I fell for my stripper husband.
A Few Hours Later...
The rest of the plane ride wasn’t too bad. No one stared at me as I tried to discreetly walk out of the first class bathroom and the ladies still snored next to me. But there was that nagging feeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about Wes. And it wasn’t just about the sex anymore either.
He waited for me as the rest of the first class cabin got out and then put his hand on my lower back, leading me out of the plane with him. I couldn’t help but think about where his hands were just a few hours before. The way he dug his nails into my thighs. It made my whole body tense up.
“How was the ride?”
“What?” I blinked.
He grinned from ear to ear. “Not the one you gave me.”
“Heh ... I knew what you meant. I guess it was okay. It wasn’t first class or anything.”
“You could have taken my seat instead.”
I shook my head. “No. It was fine. I just had to sit between some old ladies that smelled like moth balls and arm pits. Nothing better than that.”
“If it makes you feel better, I saved you my headphones.”
“Don’t try laying your southern charm on me and act like that’s going to make everything better.”
He sighed. “Okay, Valerie. Whatever you say.”
I arched an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Did you seriously just sigh?”
“What?” He furrowed his brows and made a lemon face. “No.”
I wiggled out of his arm. “You totally did just sigh. What the hell, Wes? Am I already that big of a bitch?”
He shook his head. “No, you’re just a woman who knows what she wants and it’s hard to convince you otherwise, so it’s better just to give in, I figure.”
I looked at my shoes instead of up at Wes. “Am I really that bad?”
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his stare. “You aren’t bad at all, darlin’. There is nothing wrong with a woman that knows what she wants and goes out to get it.”
He licked his lips and I wanted to kiss them. I couldn’t think about that. I couldn’t keep falling for this guy. He was just a mistake that I made after a drunken night in Vegas. Not a long-time commitment. At least I had to keep telling myself that.
I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my roommate, Paige, as we got to the baggage claim. Paige didn’t like to wait for anyone, but thank God she agreed to pick us up and our plane was on time. I briefly told her that someone was coming back with me, but didn’t really get to fill her in on the whole accidental husband thing. Shit was going to hit the fan either way and I couldn’t figure out how to soften the blow.
“Hey, let me get that,” Wes said as he swiftly grabbed my red suitcase off the carousel and placed it on the ground in front of him.
“I can take that.” I put my hand on the handle of my suitcase and then he put his on top of mine. The warm sensation of our hands touching caused a fire to light deep inside of me. Not in my panties like it usually did; this was different. This was a spark. A spark of actual affection.
His eyes flitted to mine with that lazy grin on his face. He rubbed his thumb along the bridge of my knuckles. People pushed past us. Announcements went on overhead. All the buzz of the airport went on around us, but in that moment all I could think about was him.
I swallowed hard and pried my eyes away from his. Even though I didn’t want to. Even though I could have stared into his eyes forever.
“I can carry my own suitcase,” I muttered, looking at my feet.
He took the handle and lifted it as if it were lighter than air. “Yeah and so can I.”
“If you insist ...”
God, why was I being such a pansy? I was always the take-charge chick, but Wes sparked something in me that had me reverted back to an awkward middle school girl. I had to buck it up soon or else I could be a goner forever.
“So where is this roommate of yours picking us up at?”
I kept my head down, willing myself not to look at Wes. If I did I would make eye contact and my heart would do another somersault. This couldn’t be good.
“She’s picking us up in the cell phone lot by Zemke, so we have to take the shuttle.”
“Lead the way, darlin’.”
I still couldn’t look at him. The past few days his arm was always around me and without it there it felt like something was missing. How could a guy I married by mistake have such an effect on me?
My roommate Paige’s car was parked exactly where she said it would be. I sucked in a deep breath when I saw the North Shore princess’s pearl Cadillac CTS. A graduation gift from her dad. I don’t think my dad even sent me a card.
“Keep in mind, Paige doesn’t know all of the details of what happened in Vegas and she’s not exactly the friendliest person in the world.” I tried to think of the right words to describe my roommate and sorority sister, but those were the best ones I could think of. I loved Paige like a real sister, but if she didn’t like someone, they knew it.
“I’m sure I can win her over,” Wes said, drawling it out.
I let out a deep breath. “Here’s to hoping she at least tries to be nice.”
“Hey, Paige.” I opened the passenger side door to see my roommate scowling at me. Her dark black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and her thin eyebrows on her olive face always made it look like she was surprised. This time it wasn’t a good surprise.
“I can’t believe you’re bringing some random hook-up from Vegas home with us.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything, and we’re meeting with a lawyer tomorrow. Just pop the trunk so he can put our bags in there.”
Wes went around back to put our bags in the trunk, so I climbed in the passenger seat. As soon as I got in Paige whipped her head around to face me. “Lawy
er? What the fuck?”
Wes got into the backseat with a big grin on his face. “Nice to meet you, Paige.”
Paige did a double take, looking from me and back to Wes. Then finally her eyes widened with recognition. “Oh fuck, did you get drunk and marry a stripper in Vegas?”
“What? How the hell could you know that without me telling you?”
Paige rolled her eyes and put the car into drive. “Please, Val, I’m not an idiot. The guy is way too damn built to be anything other than a personal trainer or a stripper. When you said you were bringing a guy home with you, I didn’t think it was going to be that cliché, but you proved me wrong.”
“Damn, darlin’, she really is a bitch.” Wes laughed.
Paige whipped her head around so fast I swear she got whiplash. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“Paige, be nice. He’s going to be around at least until everything is finalized.” I put my hand on her arm and she flinched. She wasn’t the type of girl that backed down easy.
She gritted her teeth. “Fine, but if he crosses the line again I’m throwing his ass out. Husband by mistake or not.”
“Fair enough,” I said and glanced at Wes.
He put his hands up. “I’ll try and behave.”
***
Paige pulled into her parking spot in front of our apartment building. It was a three-story brownstone in the heart of Wrigleyville. Not the most ideal location, but I didn’t make much money and Paige’s dad paid her rent.
“This isn’t a bad place, Val.” Wes got out of the backseat, his eyes scanning the grounds of our apartment complex. There was a black, wrought-iron fence that closed off the beautifully manicured courtyard and a cobblestone path led up to the main door.
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