Amy stood up and wiggled out of her jeans, turning around so her ass was almost in his face as she pulled them down over her ankles. She left her socks on. Her feet were cold.
Watching her, Sloan reached out and started to touch her hips and ass through her lace panties, excited to see her butt up so close. He had a thing for a finely shaped woman’s ass, especially round and firm ones like hers. He cupped her ass and massaged the cheeks, and then moved his hands lower between her thighs and stroked her through the lace.
Freezing, she moaned as his fingers touched her delicately, teasing her, making her long for him to rip off her panties and be inside her right that minute. She indulged him, letting his fingers stroke and arouse her, making her panties and thighs drip with her juices in her excitement. She couldn't think about anything else except how close she was to an orgasm, how her pussy ached to be filled and have him rubbing his cock against her insides so she could cum around him.
"Please, I need you," she finally begged, unable to take it anymore.
Sloan stood up and shoved his jeans off and roughly pushed her against the couch, bending her over.
Amy grabbed the back of the couch and pulled the pillows over to put under her chest while he kicked her feet apart from behind. Gripping the back of the couch Sloan entered her tight hole in one fast thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her pussy.
Nearly screaming, she bit the couch to keep from making too much noise, not sure if Sloan appreciated the kind of wild noises she might make in her arousal, and he grabbed her hips and started thrusting roughly from behind. His fingers dug into her hips and then he slapped one of her ass cheeks, just hard enough to leave a hand print and have her scream out as her orgasm ripped through her body to her surprise.
"Oh my God," Amy shouted as her legs shook with her release and her stomach muscles tightened up and her pussy started to convulse around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically.
"You struck me as the type of girl who liked a little more than missionary with the lights off," Sloan told her as he grabbed her ass hard with one of his hands and then slapped it again, leaving her ass warm and turning pink from his playful swats.
"Mmmm, harder. I like it," Amy muttered, ignoring his comment. He was right, but she wanted to leave some things for them to discover together, later.
Sloan moved his hand back to her hips to guide her back and forth on his cock. He used his other hand to circle around her and find her clit to play with her while he filled her over and over again from behind, slamming into her harder and harder until Amy squeezed him hard with another orgasm that rolled through her, making her gush liquid heat on his groin.
"Oh, that's so fucking hot to feel you cum all over me like that," he whispered to her and shuddered as her lips rubbed against the tip of his cock as he pulled it out and he pushed back inside her. She was clamped down super tight, and it rubbed him so hard it sent him over the edge. He shuddered hard as he came inside her, his entire body shaking with his climax.
Amy was breathless, still recovering from her own orgasms and when he pulled out and grabbed a blanket off the chair beside the couch and then pulled her onto his lap after he sat down, she laid her head on his shoulder, relaxing into him. When he wrapped the blanket around the two of them and just held her for a few minutes, she realized that she was going to stay.
Not just because of the sex, or the fact the dogs liked her, but because when she was in his arms and she could feel his heart beating, and hear his breathing coming hot and heavy, she felt content. She felt home.
"I'll marry you. I want to marry you," Amy finally whispered to him when he started to stroke her hair gently. "I like you, a lot."
"Feeling’s mutual," Sloan told her, and then tipped her chin back so he could kiss her. He reached down between them under the blankets and started to gently massage her thighs. Working his way up until he found her core, still wet with his fluids and her own arousal, he slipped a finger inside her playing with her and using his thumb to play with her clit until she let her head fall back and she was grinding her hips against his hands.
"Ride me Amy," Sloan told her and pulled her over on top of him, so her knees straddled him.
Amy nodded, and could feel his erection pressing against her thighs again. She shifted her hips until the tip of his cock fit against her swollen opening and slowly lowered herself to take all of him inside her. She nibbled on his shoulder, neck and chin until she'd worked her way back up to his mouth.
He reached up and twisted his fingers into her hair as he held her close for a passionate kiss, with his tongue stroking hers and their mouths melting together. He groaned as she shifted her hips and took him deep inside of her, and grabbed the couch behind him to balance herself, as she started to quickly ride him up and down.
Amy eventually pulled away from the kiss and tilted her head back, letting her body do all the work as she thrust her body up and down on him, bobbing as she rode him, his dick hitting just the right spot from this angle to tickle her g-spot with each thrust.
Leaning his head down, Sloan sucked her nipple into his mouth and his other hand came up to massage the other bouncing breast as she rode him erratically until she climaxed again for him. Feeling her tighten, clenching him hard and listening to the way her scream of ecstasy ripped from her throat, it was enough to push him close to the edge. Grabbing her hips, he met her thrust for thrust, guiding her to slide against him just right, taking back control over the rhythm to bring himself to his own second release. They clung together, shuddering, recovering from the second round of sex.
Then Amy started to giggle against his neck.
"Everything okay?" he asked her, confused.
"Yes, everything is perfect," Amy said, lifting her head, her eyes twinkling as she lowered her head and kissed him.
Chapter 7
Amy's family had flown down for the wedding, and today she was getting married. She hadn't been feeling good the last few days, and so she had peed on a little pink stick. She was waiting for the results of the test, and she was nervous. She hadn't thought their first encounter would have resulted in a baby. Her period was late, and she just wasn't feeling normal.
Her cell phone dinged as she picked up the test and looked at it. Two bright pink lines stared at her.
She was pregnant. If all went well, Sloan would fulfill his part of the contract. Amy wasn't sure how she felt. Knowing pregnancy had been a possibility and something he needed to have happen had been okay with her in theory, but seeing the reality of it shocked her.
Was she actually ready? Was anyone ever actually ready?
"Amy, are you ready?" Her sister, Madison, banged on the door. "It's time for the wedding to start. You need to come out."
"I'll be out in a minute," Amy told her, hiding the test in her purse. She would show Sloan after the wedding. She walked to the door and unlocked it and then she handed her purse to her sister before blurting it out. "I'm pregnant."
Her sister stared at her in shock, and then hugged her tight. "This is good news, right?"
"Yes, I think so. I mean, we both knew we wanted a baby at some point," Amy told her. Her sister was the only one who knew the whole story about how she and Sloan met, and the inheritance requirements. "I love him, Maddie. I didn't mean to fall in love, but he's...amazing. I love him so much."
"It's going to be okay, sis. Now go out there and get married. Tell him how you feel then tell him about the baby. If he wanted it, it's going to be okay, I promise."
Madison hugged her sister one more time and then pushed her out the door to the waiting area so she could enter the church and walk down the aisle to marry Sloan, who was waiting for her on the other side of those big, double doors.
"I can do this," Amy muttered to herself, having a moment of fear and panic about making it official. In theory, marriage sounded wonderful, in reality, it was hard work.
Sloan was waiting for Amy at the altar, with the pastor, and when she reached him and
hooked her arm through his, he leaned down to whisper to her. "You are so beautiful. I'm glad we’re doing this."
Amy nodded, and then before she could stop herself, whispered back, "I'm pregnant."
Sloan stared at her, and then surprised everyone, including the pastor, who was mid sentence through the meaning of marriage and devotion, by hugging her tightly and disrupting the wedding plan.
"Okay, are you ready for me to continue?" the pastor asked Sloan after he'd stopped hugging her and Sloan apologized and nodded.
"We are gathered here today..." the pastor started over, and then went on with a long ceremony until he asked the couple if they were ready to say their vows.
Sloan went first. "I Sloan Tiller, promise to marry you Amy Grayson, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part. I know we didn't meet in the most orthodox way, and I know we'll have trials ahead of us, but I promise to always have your back and hold your hand. I want to grow old with you, laugh with you, and make a million and one memories together."
Amy had a single tear slip down her cheek, and blamed the pregnancy hormones in her head. "I Amy Grayson, promise to marry you Sloan Tiller, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part. I'm here to support you, I'll be at your side and I may not always agree with every choice you make, but I will love you regardless. I won't give up on us, I'm willing to fight for us, to make this work even when it gets hard, and I won't look back with regrets or fear. I will always look to the future for another day with you, another memory to make and cherish. I look forward to raising children with you, and most of all, I just want to say I love you."
"You may kiss your bride!" The pastor announced after the exchanging of the rings, and the guests clapped as Amy and Sloan locked arms and they shared their first kiss as bride and groom.
Turning to face the crowd Sloan grinned and then leaned down to whisper, "You want to tell them you're pregnant or should I?"
"Don't tell them yet. Let's wait a while longer to make sure everything turns out okay," Amy whispered, poking him in his side.
"Congrats on your pregnancy," Madison's husband told her, loud enough that other guests could hear and they turned questioning eyes to Sloan and Amy groaned.
"So much for not telling anyone?" Sloan laughed and asked Amy.
"My sister has a big mouth," Amy replied, glaring at her sister who smiled and gave her a little finger tip wave.
"If it wasn't for your sister, we wouldn't have met. I have no regrets, Amy," Sloan told her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Amy smiled into his mouth and kissed him back, matching his fire with her own.
THE END
The Marine’s Knocked Up Email Order Bride
William folded a worn gray t-shirt and placed it in his luggage, laid out nicely atop the bed that had been his for the past few years. He closed the top of the suitcase and zipped it up, running his open hands over it before straightening up and looking around the room. It was hard to believe he would be leaving in just a few short hours. This time, he would be leaving for good. He felt something like melancholy draw over him, knowing he would not be setting foot in these halls again. He would no longer walk to the wardrobe at his left to put on a clean uniform for the day ahead. He would no longer hear the shouting and arguments or be part of it at work. Everything in his life would be drastically different from here on out.
Leaving his old life, he headed for home.
Night had already fallen when William stepped out of the car and onto the driveway he had not set foot on in many years. He heaved a sigh and went around to the trunk of the car and waited, expecting the driver to pop it from inside. Instead the driver turned off the engine and hurried out to meet him before opening the trunk to pull out his luggage and set it on the ground. William had forgotten this kind of treatment. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about returning to it after the kind of life he had been living over the past decade of his life. He was now a thirty-five year old man with plenty of experience and respect under his belt. But something about being back here and already taken in by his old lifestyle made it feel like it would all vanish soon and he would have to become a different version of himself. That was the last thing he wanted to happen.
He made to grab for the handle of the biggest suitcase but was stopped with driver frantically waving his hands and saying, “Oh, sir! Please! Do not worry, I will take these in for you.” He gave William a very large smile, one that looked far too enthusiastic for the menial work he was performing. But as he turned to look at the estate in front of him, sprawling over a very large and valuable piece of land, he knew it was just the way of things were around here.
As they made their way up the walkway, William looked up at the front door, and at the man waiting for him there.
“William, you’ve arrived,” his father said as he leaned against the frame of the house’s front door with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. When his family had bought this house, closer to where William was situated, his father had always started to greet him at the door like this. It also happened right around the time William had been promoted but his mother always claimed that was mere coincidence in timing.
He never bought it. He knew his father too well to not know he could finally be proud of his son and willing to openly show it, even if it was with the most minimal of gestures. He also knew his mother all too well to not have figured out that even if she wanted changes earlier, she would never even think of going against his father’s plans or wishes. That was the way it had always been in his family.
William gave a small nod and replied, “Good evening.” He was always formal with his father; it was the only way he knew how to be. He had been raised to behave with only the best manners and respect but he had also been raised in such a way that he would never feel comfortable with his father. They would never have a close relationship full of affection. It simply did not happen. Even his mother couldn’t provide that, though she certainly came closer. William sometimes suspected she held herself back from being the fawning mother she truly was inside. And now she would never have a chance to show her son what that woman might be like.
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“Sir, are you feeling unwell?” It was the driver. He’d been standing next to William for a time without William even knowing. William had been staring at the main entrance of the estate, lost in his thoughts, lost in that memory of his father standing at the other house. That’s how his life used to be. But he knew his father would not burst out of the door this time to welcome him home. He knew his mother would not be waiting inside to pull her son into a tight, awkward hug. A hug he looked forward to nonetheless because it was uniquely his mother’s. He knew there would be nobody to ask about his younger sister and whether or not she was there. He did not even have to wonder if he would see her during this visit.
Because this was not just a visit and his family was not there waiting for him. His family was not anywhere waiting for him or thinking about him. As the main door swung open and he stepped inside to the familiar entrance hall, he knew this was his life now. He was alone. And it was not until he walked up the marble staircase toward the upstairs den, lined with tense family portraits, that he came to accept they were really gone. These people in the photos were people he would never see or speak to again. All he had left of their faces were his fading memories and these photographs.
He walked out of the den and down the hall to his old bedroom, a place he had not seen for so long he could not even remember. He wondered if it was still a bedroom at all. Surely his parents had changed it by now. He braced himself and swung the door open to find it was actually still a bedroom, only it was not his bedroom anymore. It had been turned into a guestroom.
William chuckled. It was laughable his family would turn his old bedroom into a guest bedroom considering how rarely they had overnight guests. There was no point to this change. Except, it highlighted what they felt for their only son. That was the cho
ice they had made and he was not surprised to find all his old furnishings and decorations gone. Though he did wonder if they had also rid themselves of his old belongings.
He continued to walk down the hall, opening his sister’s bedroom door out of mere curiosity. Everything there was still intact, almost as if she actually still lived there. That thought caused him to sit on her bed and bury his face in his hands. And there, in his younger sister’s old bedroom, he wept silently to mourn her death for the first time.
It was not that he hadn’t cared when he found out. He’d mourned. He had been greatly impacted when he was informed of his family’s passing. It was only that having lost everyone at once and so suddenly came as such an unbearable shock he simply could not wrap his mind around it. Everything felt completely surreal. No matter how many arrangements he made for the funeral or how many people expressed their deepest sympathies, it was not real in his world.
He was not in denial. He was just completely unable to comprehend what had happened. It was not until he set foot back on the family’s estate, and truly until he sat in his younger sister’s room after seeing the family photographs, that it really hit him. The emptiness of the house was overwhelming. The wait staff was all there and everything was intact but it was an empty place.
The last thing he wanted was to live here. He knew he had to keep up with its maintenance and keep it functional. He knew the estate had to be managed as well as the family’s affairs, but he could not bear to live there. No, William had to find a place of his own. He needed to make his own memories now. And that was exactly what he intended to do as soon as possible.
But soon, he would learn it would not all be so simple.
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“What do you mean I can’t leave yet?”
He sat across the table from the family’s lawyer. He was a very loyal attorney who was very good at his job. He was the sort of person who caught others off guard due to how feeble he looked. In reality, Theodore Jenkins was as strong a man as any in both mind and body. He had taken excellent care of his health and was now reaping the rewards, much like he did in his business. He had a thriving law firm, one of the most renowned in the country, and with him at the helm it was a force to be reckoned with.
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