Family Affairs: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  Chapter Six

  Maggie

  The wedding reception was gorgeous. Everything was exactly as my mom and Stanley, my step-dad now, had wanted things. It was perfect… except for one small problem. A five-foot-four irritation, dressed in a slutty red dress which was completely inappropriate for a wedding unless you were in Vegas, who refused to go away.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to dance?” Cynthia, one of Stanley’s employees, asked Harrison. Yet again. For about the millionth time.

  He didn’t even glance up at her as he answered this time around, keeping his eyes focused on my face instead. His frustration with the situation was clear in his eyes, and it was the only thing that was keeping me from acting like a jealous bitch. “I’m happy right where I am. If you’ll excuse us, Maggie and I were in the middle of a conversation when you interrupted us.”

  The woman flashed me a condescending smile and leaned lower, making sure her ample cleavage was on display. “I’m sure little Maggie will be fine on her own. Your brother couldn’t have possibly expected a man like you to spend all your time with his new daughter tonight.”

  Harrison’s hand dropped onto my upper thigh, holding me in place when I would have shoved my chair back to confront her myself. He gave me a small shake of his head before turning to face Cynthia. “I was trying to be polite since this is my brother’s wedding reception, and I don’t want to cause a scene. But apparently subtle doesn’t work with you, so it looks like I’m going to have to go with the direct approach instead. I’m more than sure that I have no interest in dancing with you tonight. Or any night for that matter. It wasn’t the first time you asked me, and I sure as shit am not going to change my mind because you’re displaying how much of a bitch you can be when confronted with a much prettier and younger woman than you.”

  “I—” she gasped, straightening up and putting one hand to her chest as her cheeks filled with an embarrassed flush.

  “I don’t know if you’ve been drinking or if you’re just incredibly stupid, but behavior like this at your boss’s wedding isn’t smart. My advice to you is to head home before you get yourself into the kind of trouble which will have long-lasting consequences.”

  The fresh color in her cheeks quickly drained out, leaving her pale and trembling before us. I probably should have felt bad for her, but I didn’t. I was too busy trying to stop myself from grabbing Harrison and giving him a big kiss for how he’d handled her. As she walked away from us—finally—I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Please tell me we can get out of here and head home now.”

  “No”—my heart fell, only to rise back up right again as he continued—“but we can head to my hotel room.”

  “Your hotel room, huh?”

  “Yeah,” he breathed out. “The first time I take you isn’t going to be in your room, in the home you share with your mother and my brother. It’s going to be in a bed I’ve provided for you, as I make you a woman. My woman.”

  “Now, please,” I whimpered.

  “Let me go tell Stanley and your mom that we’re leaving, and that we’ll meet them for brunch tomorrow before they head to the airport. That way, if we bump into them in the morning, they won’t wonder what we’re doing at the hotel.”

  “But I don’t have a change of clothes with me, except for what I was wearing this morning.”

  “No worries, baby doll,” he reassured me. “I grabbed you a few things when I snuck out of your house this morning.”

  We gathered up my purse and wrap, and headed over to my mom and Stanley to say our goodbyes.

  “Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?” my mom asked, looking worried. “Maybe we should just stay at the house with you one more night.”

  She turned to look at Stanley, and he nodded in agreement. “Whatever you want, Bunny.”

  “No, really,” I disagreed. “You’re not going to change your wedding night plans for me. I’m eighteen, and I’m not even going to be alone.”

  “Exactly. She’ll be with me from now on, and I promise to take very good care of her,” Harrison added.

  Neither my mom or Stanley caught the hidden meaning behind his words, but I did. It sounded like a promise to me, as he told them I was going to be with him from now on. He wasn’t just talking about the time they’d be gone on their honeymoon, but more than that. It almost sounded like he meant forever, and I hoped it wasn’t just my naiveté making me think that, since I fully intended to give him my virginity tonight. I couldn’t picture him taking it and then leaving me behind when he left, but I could easily picture me going with him after graduation. But, would he be willing to wait the three months? It was something that had been nagging at me, but I’d tried hard to ignore it.

  We were both quiet as we left the ballroom where the reception was held and got in the elevator. We weren’t alone, and I was nervous someone was going to ask why I was going up to his room with him. I was thinking about what our cover story would be—that he needed to grab his things before taking me home—as we got off and walked to his room. When the door shut behind us, I heaved a deep sigh of relief knowing we were finally alone. Just the two of us. In a hotel room with a huge, king-sized bed.

  “Oh, my,” I breathed out, catching sight of the rose petals strewn on the floor and across the comforter. There was soft music playing and the lights were turned down low. Off to the side of the bed, there was a tray of chocolate covered strawberries on the table with a bucket of ice that had an open bottle of champagne sticking out of it. “You did all of this? For me?”

  “Only for you, baby doll.” There was no doubting the honesty blazing from his eyes. “It’s your first time, and I wanted it to be special.”

  “Wow,” I sighed.

  “You want a glass of champagne?”

  “I thought you were saving that for when you took me to France?” I teased.

  “This is American champagne. I’ll introduce you to the French kind after graduation.”

  “How about we save the American kind for after.”

  He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. “After what?”

  “After you make me yours.”

  That was all it took for his control to snap. He began stripping me out of my clothes, and soon I was standing before him completely naked. I didn’t have time to feel awkward or shy because I was completely focused on him while he practically tore his tuxedo from his body. Then he shoved his boxers down his legs, and I got my first view of his cock. He was already erect, and it was way bigger than I expected, even after rubbing against it the other night.

  “You sure it’s going to fit?” I blushed as soon as the words left my mouth of their own accord.

  He stalked towards me, staring down into my eyes when his body was only inches away from mine. “Trust me, baby doll.”

  “I do trust you.”

  His heated gaze flared even brighter and then he swept me up in his arms and dropped me onto the mattress. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never regret giving me the gift of your trust.”

  Excitement flared through me, and I wiggled with anticipation under him. I trailed my hands along his skin as he moved over me to settle between my legs with his forearms braced on either side of my body. His head bent low and his mouth went to my breasts, hot and hungry. I gasped loudly and ran my fingers through his hair. He tongued my nipples into hard peaks before trailing lower. Over my belly, circling my belly button before flicking down to just above my clit.

  My nails dug into his shoulders as he teased me. “Are you wet for me, baby doll?” he rasped out.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, levering my hips up to get closer to his mouth.

  “I think I’ll taste you and find out for myself.”

  His mouth dipped, stroking against my clit and making my breath shudder out of me on a long moan. He murmured something soothing against my skin and licked me harder. Long, deep swipes of his tongue, from my clit down to my entrance. He licked and sucked at me until I couldn
’t take it anymore. Until I arched into his mouth as I shattered with a shout.

  His finger slid into me, prolonging my orgasm as he stroked me higher and higher. As I clenched against him, he added another, stretching me while I twisted and turned underneath his body. Then he moved over me, his big body sliding over mine. With his cock pressed against my core, he paused.

  “You ready for this, baby doll?”

  “More than ready.” I slid my palms down his back until they reached his ass. “I want you so much, Harrison. Take me.”

  “Mine,” he growled, sinking to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

  I tensed beneath him, shocked by the searing pain and how stretched I felt with him inside me. I knew it was going to hurt, but I’d never expected it to feel quite like this. Harrison held his lower body still while he kissed the tears from the corner of my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed his way to my ear.

  “Amazing.” He trailed down my jaw.

  “Perfect.” His lips hovered over mine before he claimed them in a passionate kiss.

  By the time he lifted his head again, the pain was gone and I was writhing underneath him, trying to get him to move. “Please,” I whimpered.

  It must have been the sign he was looking for because he began to pump furiously between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight, crying out with each thrust. The feel of his cock, dragging along my sensitive walls, brought me to another shattering orgasm in minutes and I screamed his name. Harrison followed close behind, groaning my name as he came. His body quaked against mine, and I’d never felt closer to anyone else than I did in that moment. He hadn’t just made me his tonight. He’d become mine as well.

  Chapter Seven

  Harrison

  Casual hookups had never been my thing, so I’d spent years waking up alone in hotel rooms and various other random places, depending on the assignment. After waking up with Maggie in my arms, I knew I’d never be able to go back to that. The last few nights had been the best sleep I’d ever gotten, even if it was only for a few hours. Maggie soothed my soul; she gave me peace and contentment. But, what was most surprising to me, when I was with her, I no longer felt the restlessness that had fueled my need to globetrot.

  Don’t get me wrong, I would always love to travel and I was beyond excited to take Maggie everywhere she wanted to go. But, my worry that staying in one place, particularly this small town while she finished school, was gone. I would be content anywhere as long as I had her with me.

  I eased back and leaned up on my elbow to watch Maggie sleep. Her body was turned towards mine. She seemed to like to virtually crawl inside me as she slept. It was so fucking adorable and I had not one complaint about it. Her silvery hair streamed behind her on the pillow and her kiss-swollen lips were turned up in a tiny smile. She was so beautiful, inside and out. Obviously, I felt a jolt of lust, but there was also a warmth that bloomed in my chest and spread throughout my body.

  Love at first sight was something I used to laugh about. I believed it was a made up excuse by hopeless romantics who got laid on the first date. I was now eating every joke I had ever made about it. Maggie had stolen my heart from the very first moment we met. I’d fallen fast and hard when I looked into her clear blue eyes. She owned me. And I’d never been happier about anything in my whole life than belonging to Magnolia Bloom.

  I glanced at the clock on the desk across the room and saw that it was just before nine. We were meeting her parents for brunch at ten. I hated to wake her, I’d taken her three times the night before and I knew she was exhausted. She was going to be sore and while I hated to think of her in pain, a little part of me was cheering at the thought of her being reminded that she was mine every time she moved.

  Leaning down, I brushed my lips softly over hers, then kissed the tip of her nose. “Time to get up, baby doll,”

  I murmured in her ear. As was her habit, she grumbled something unintelligible and scooted closer to burrow into my chest. My chuckle turned into a groan when her lips brushed my nipple as she turned her head to peer up at me.

  Her leg was thrown over mine and she was so close that when my morning wood began to swell even more, it pressed right into her center. She was clearly aroused because her cream coated my cock. Her pink little tongue darted out and licked my nipple.

  “Fuck!” I hissed as I flipped her onto her back. All of my good intentions were shot to hell as I settled over her. “You’re already going to be sore, Maggie,” I grunted. “I shouldn’t fuck you again until you’ve had a chance to heal.” I dropped my forehead to rest in the valley between her breasts, telling myself to move, to stop.

  Her hands plunged into my hair and she lifted my head to press her lips to mine. Fuck it. I rubbed my shaft over her pussy, getting it nice and slick. She mewled and the sound was like a strike of lightening, sending a zing of electricity straight to my dick. I shifted my hips so that my tip was at her entrance and circled it a few times, making sure to glide over her clit.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “What do you want, sweet Maggie?” I rasped, circling my hips once more.

  “Inside.” She was panting, and the word came out on a quick exhale.

  I slammed my mouth down over hers as I cautiously pushed inside her. She was so wet that I easily slid right in, only stopping when I was balls deep. “Oh fuck, yeah,” I sighed. “This has to be what heaven is like.” Then I began to move, slowly at first, then gaining speed. Maggie’s head fell back onto her pillow, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust.

  I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, changing the angle so I hit just the right spot.

  “Yes! Yes!” she cried out, each time I bottomed out inside her. Last night, I’d encouraged her to let loose, to be as loud and vocal as she wanted. It was sexy as hell and I didn’t give a fuck if it could be heard in the room next door.

  Grabbing her ass, I raised it up and got to my knees. I lifted her other leg to join the first, both on one shoulder, and it tightened her pussy around my cock. “Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” With one hand still supporting her bottom, my other traveled up her damp skin to her large, bouncing tits. I pinched the nipples, twisting and plucking, escalating her cries.

  When she was just about to break, I shifted one leg to my other shoulder so she was open to me and I could watch myself sink inside her. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen and I was seconds from exploding.

  “Fuck, yes. So good. I love seeing my cock disappear inside you. So fucking wet,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “Your pussy is gorgeous, baby doll. And all mine.” I growled the last part, feeling an almost feral possessiveness.

  My fingers found her swollen little clit and I pinched it hard. “Come for me, sweet Maggie.”

  The moment her walls clamped down on my cock, signaling her orgasm, mine burst from me as well. I buried myself so deep, we were fused together into one entity. We didn’t exist without each other. Come poured into her in hot spurts and like the last three times, I spent half a second wondering if I should have used a condom. Then the knowledge that I was leaving something of myself behind, that Maggie would have me inside her all day, branding her as mine, eclipsed any other thought.

  When I was empty and completely sated, I pulled out and dropped down beside her, tugging her into my arms. Our chests were heaving with exertion, our hearts racing, and I was utterly content. “Being with you gets better every time, baby doll,” I murmured before placing a kiss on her temple. “I’d love to do nothing more than spend all day in this bed making love to you.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” she answered with a yawn.

  I grinned and kissed her head again. “But”—I laughed at her cute little growl—“we have brunch with Bunny and Stanley in about half an hour.”

  Maggie shot up in bed, almost knocking her head on my chin. “Oh, crap. I have to shower! I can’t face my mom and step-dad smelling like sex!
” she screeched as she scooted off the bed and raced to the bathroom. “They won’t know, right?” she called frantically. “I mean, how could they tell? It’s not like I have ‘Harrison popped my cherry and screwed me four times’ tattooed on my forehead.” She continued rambling as I joined her in the shower.

  “A tattoo that warns everyone you’re mine isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Maybe not those exact words…”

  She glared at me as she scrubbed her body with soap and I chuckled. My eyes were drawn to her hands as they moved and I grabbed the body wash from her to take over the job. Cupping her full tits, I made sure they were extremely clean, then I dragged my hands over the rest of her, paying special attention to the area between her legs.

  She tried to hide it, but I caught the tiny hiss of pain she emitted as I gently cleansed her pussy. I was such an ass for fucking her so many times right after taking her virginity. I just couldn’t seem to stop thinking with my dick when she was naked and pressed against me. Go figure.

  We finished up in the shower and quickly dressed. I was extra careful when zipping my shorts because I’d left the shower harder than when I’d entered. I put on a casual, button-down shirt that hung long enough to hide my aroused state and rolled up the sleeves.

  It was five ‘til when Maggie stepped out of the bathroom in the sundress and sandals I’d brought her and declared herself ready to go. Thankfully, we still managed to beat Stanley and Bunny to the hotel restaurant. I wasn’t going to wait long before opening declaring Maggie as mine, but I didn’t want anything to spoil their honeymoon, so we kept it our secret for the moment.

  They arrived shortly after us and the waitress took our orders before leaving us alone. The tall, skinny brunette had smiled seductively at me and since I couldn’t pull Maggie into my side as a show that I was taken, I simply frowned sternly at her until she avoided my gaze.