by Kaye, Alexa
“You’re wet. Almost ready for me, aren’t you, baby?”
Wet. Ready? Yes, oh yes. So ready I want to cry. So ready that I’ll die if he doesn’t bury that thick length inside me right now.
He’s huge. And I’m not. I’m small. And tight. And I know it’s going to hurt but I don’t care.
I want him. I want him now.
He drags his finger up, toward my clit, and I open wider, welcoming his touch.
I don’t give a damn what he does to me. I am his. All his.
The man I barely know.
He parts my nether lips with gentle fingers then dips his head down.
No, please! Not more torture!
There isn’t a muscle in my body that isn’t already knotted tight. I can’t take more! I can’t! I close my eyes and focus as he drags his tongue over my clit. The sensation blazes through me like a bolt of lightning. My spine arches off the bed.
“I love the way you taste.” He devours my pussy, and I am swept up in the decadent pleasure. My muscles clench. Heat waves blast through me. With every flick of his tongue the torment intensifies.
Then, making matters a thousand times worse, he adds a finger in my tight channel and I practically launch off the bed. I’m so close to cumming. So freaking close. I’m burning up. On the verge of combusting. Tight. Trembling. Dizzy.
I want. I need. Now!
Big. Hard. Inside me.
I can’t…
Oh yes, almost there.
I feel a flush wash up my chest. Then a glorious sensation blasts through me.
He stops.
I cry out.
How could he? How?
My pussy clenches. Empty.
“Baby. Watch.” He grips the waistband of his boxer briefs and I start to salivate. I’m going to see that huge cock soon.
Ohmygod, he’s going to fuck me with it.
My tight little pussy.
One swift movement and the beast springs free. And it’s bigger than I expected. My heart starts pounding twice as hard as before.
“How…I can’t…” I stutter.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me as he rips open a condom wrapper and rolls it on. “I promise.” He positions his hips between my thighs and I tense up. “Relax, baby.” With his tongue, lips, even teeth, he gets my heart pounding again. And while he kisses my mouth, my neck, my collarbone, his hands explore. He strokes and caresses and even pinches. Before I know it, I’m on the verge of bliss again, nipples hard, my pussy wet.
More. I want more.
Now.
He moves lower again, kissing and nipping my breasts. I quiver and quake, hot and cold. My stomach clenches, my hips rock forward and back. A deep pounding ache throbs between my legs.
He grasps my knees, pushing them back and out.
I’m open.
This is it.
A touch. A soft nudge. His dick slides between my nether lips, prodding at my entry. Instinctively I clench tight. A fingertip circles my clit and I gasp.
“I’m going to fill you up, beautiful. You’re mine. All mine.”
“Yes,” I whisper. Whatever he says. Whatever he wants. It’s his.
The head of his cock slips deeper. I feel my hymen stretching. I tense again.
No. It isn’t going to work. I try to move, to push his hips back. But he won’t budge.
“Easy, baby. Almost there. I’m sorry.” Leaving that big cock right where it is, he strokes my clit. Up and down, up and down. Sensations--wonderful, powerful, overwhelming--pound through me.
Oh God!
He thrusts hard, drilling deep.
I cry out. My insides clench and burn.
Full. So full.
This is what I wanted; it’s what I needed. And yet…it’s too much. I claw at the mattress. I want him out. Now.
He kisses my eyelids. “Shush,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, baby. Holy shit, you’re tight.” He eases out of me. But instead of staying out, he plunges deep inside again.
I brace for the pain.
It isn’t as bad this time. A mild burn. And fullness. Followed by a wave of heat.
“Oh,” I say, surprised.
“That’s it. Now I’ll make you cum. I want to feel your sweet pussy milk me.” He pulls out, almost, then thrusts deep inside again. The inward stroke ignites another wave of pleasure.
Yes. Oh yes. More. I want more. I lift my hands, digging my fingernails into his hips. They rock forward and back, forward and back as he fucks me.
I’m his. He’s taken my innocence. I like the way he holds me as he fucks me. He’s commanding but also tender and gentle. Just like I thought he would be.
My hips start rocking forward and back too, our bodies moving in unison. Sitting upright on his knees, he presses his thumb against my clit and I lose it. Liquid fire blazes through me, exploding out from my center like a volcanic eruption.
My pussy clenches around his huge cock, magnifying the pleasure. He drills me, fucking me so hard my body bounces up and down. I come undone as a second orgasm tears through me before the first has even eased up. He halts for a split second, and I feel him swell inside me before his cum explodes from his cock, filling the condom.
He thrusts in and out several more times. Then he kisses me. Sweetly. Tenderly. He cups my cheek.
“Tessa Marie Compton, come on the road with me,” he says, his dick still buried to the hilt inside my spasming channel.
He knows my name? My whole name?
How? I didn’t tell him. And…
“Wait…what did you say?” My head is still spinning from those powerful orgasms. He’s still inside me. Our bodies joined. And now he asked me something. I think he’s asked me to come on the road with him. But that can’t be right. He’s a rock star. All they ever want is sex. No-strings, no commitment, no complications sex.
“Come with me. I need you by my side,” he says. “I can’t do it without you. I won’t.”
He wants me…to go with him? Cole Zaden wants me to go on the road with him?
I don’t even know how…
How can I?
Why? Why me?
My mind is blown.
“I have finals,” I say, the words flying out of my mouth before I even realize what I’ve said. “I can’t miss exams.” How can I even think about going on the road with a man I barely know? It’s insane! I have a life here. A life I’ve planned out. A future I’ve carved out for myself. A road trip across the country doesn’t fit into my plans.
I can’t abandon my plans. They’re all I have. I have nothing else. Nobody else.
Besides, why would I even consider going? He’s a big star. I’m a nobody. He’ll probably get bored of me after a couple of weeks and dump me along the side of the road, like a crumpled up, used Starbucks cup.
“I’ll reschedule the tour,” he says. “So you won’t have to miss anything. Just say yes. Say you’ll come with me. Say you’ll be mine.” He pulls his still-hard dick out. Taking my hand, he pulls me upright. “Be my wife.”
I gasp. A million thoughts crash through my mind. All jumbled up. I can’t think. I can’t make sense of any of them. “Ohmygod! I…are you kidding me?” Wife? He said wife?
Wife!
“No. I’m dead serious.”
That’s it. He’s crazy.
“We’ve known each other for two days. Two. Days. That’s it,” I remind him. This is crazy. Insanity! He can’t mean this. He can’t want me to marry him. No man asks a woman to marry him after two days.
“It doesn’t matter that it’s only been two days. I know already that I will love you like you deserve to be loved. I will make you happy. Crazy happy. Or you can dump my sorry ass and take half of what I own. Scratch that. You can have it all. Everything.” He swings his arms wide, as if he’s offering me the world.
“I don’t know what to say.” That’s the truth. I’m so blown away by his proposal I don’t know what to do. We’ve spent so little time together. We are strangers. What if we dec
ide we can’t stand each other after a month? What if he’s a total jerk?
He grabs my hands and squeezes them. His eyes are pleading. His expression sincere. “Say you’ll be my wife. Say you’ll let me give you everything you’ve ever dreamed. Say you’ll let me spend the rest of my days doing things for you. And my nights making you scream with pleasure.”
This is not what I thought my life would be. The wife of a rock star? Traveling for months at a time. Following him from city to city. There’s so much left for me to do here. For one, I’m not done with school yet.
I can’t do this. I can’t go. Even though I like Cole. And I’m flattered that of all the girls he’s fucked, he wants me to go with him. But still. It was supposed to be just sex. “I…school. I have to finish school.”
“You can. You can take online classes while we tour. I promise I’ll let you study.” He lifts his right hand, holding it courtroom style. “I know it seems like it’s all very sudden, but to me it isn’t. I’ve been waiting a long time for you to come into my life. Now that I have you, I can’t live without you. Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen. Private tutors. Expensive clothes. Jewelry. A beautiful home…full of laughing, squealing children. Our children. Who will have your eyes. And smile.”
Children. I want children. And a husband. And a home of my own. Those were all part of the plan. After I graduated. And after I got a job. Having grown up in the foster care system, I never had control of my life. I kept myself sane by making a plan. My life plan.
Could I really abandon it now? When I was so close to making it a reality? What if I do and this doesn’t work out? What if it turns out he’s a drug addict? An abusive asshole? The stereotypical rock star who can’t keep his dick in his pants?
I can’t go. I can’t! It would be stupid. And yet…he looks so earnest. A tear leaks from my eye, and I drag my thumb through it. I’m so confused!
He’s older than me. Maybe he’s tired of living the rock star life? Is that it? Is he really ready to settle down? Do I want to be the girl he settles with?
I try to visualize this future. It isn’t what I’ve always pictured, but it is wonderful.
This man.
A celebrity.
Who has spent every free moment he’s had with me since we met.
The clothes and jewelry and money he promised are nice but they aren’t what I want most, what I’ve always wanted.
Love.
Will I have it with him?
A beautiful love like in a fairytale?
“Tell me those are tears of joy.” He thumbs away a tear that manages to leak out.
“I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this. You’re serious?” I ask.
“Yes. I want to marry you. I want you to be Mrs. Cole Zaden Gillis. Today. Now. But since that can’t happen, because we need to take care of a few pesky legal issues first, like a marriage license, I suppose we can wait until we get to Las Vegas. What do you think of a Vegas wedding?”
Vegas wedding?
Oh no. Not happening. It’s not right. And I’m not ready.
Maybe my future will be nothing like I’d planned or imagined. But I won’t let anyone, no matter who he is or what he promises, push me into something I’m not ready for. My marriage and my wedding will be everything I’d dreamed. Before that can happen I have to be sure I’m not making a mistake. “First, we’ll wait. Until after I’ve graduated from school. That’s one year.”
“One year?” His shoulders sag. He sighs. Loudly. “A whole year?”
“Yes. But I can still come with you on tour. We’ll get to know each other. Go on dates. Talk about things. Get to know each other.”
His saggy shoulders get even saggier. “Fine. I’ll wait. If you insist. It’ll be hell.” He grins and perks up, letting me know the pouty act is just that—an act. “It’ll be worth it.”
Okay, now I’ve bought myself some time. In a year I’ll know whether I want to be Mrs. Cole Zaden Gillis (You see what I mean? I didn’t even know Zaden wasn’t his last name!) or not. I won’t be jumping into anything blind and potentially making a huge mistake. “And second, we will not be married in Vegas. That’s so cliché. Rock star? Vegas wedding? No. Way. I’ve always wanted to be married on a beach. In a beautiful white dress. With hundreds of wedding guests.”
“You got it! A beach wedding. A white dress.” His eyes are ablaze with joy as he cups my cheek. “You will be the most beautiful bride ever. And we can have thousands of wedding guests if you want. I just want you to be happy.”
A wedding. My wedding. We’re talking about my future wedding. I can’t believe it.
I search his eyes. Is there any reason to doubt him? Any reason to suspect he isn’t as committed to all this as he appears to be?
No. I don’t see it. Not in those eyes. I see happiness. And (dare I say it?) love.
“Okay, then yes. I’ll go with you.” I lift an index finger. I’ve been a little wishy washy up until this point, indecisive and slightly (okay, very) star struck. I’ve totally crushed on Cole Zaden, rock star. And I’ve totally lusted on Cole Zaden, hot man. I’ve let him call the shots and I’ve played along. And that was okay. But not anymore. Not when things are turning serious. It’s time to put my foot down and set some ground rules. Because if I marry this man, I’m not marrying a rock star or a hot man; I’m marrying the man he is inside. The one I don’t know yet. “But I won’t leave until after my exams are over. And you have to live up to your promise to let me study. I must finish up my degree.”
He slants his mouth over mine and lets me know how grateful he is for my answer. And I kiss him back. If we get married in a year, this man will be the last man I kiss. The one and only man to touch me. The man who will someday father my babies.
If Cole Zaden Gillis is half as gentle and loving and giving as he seems to be, I am the luckiest girl in the world.
How did this happen? What did I do to deserve it?
He breaks away and says, “Tessa, baby, I won’t let you down. No matter what. You will be the reason I take each breath. You will be my everything from this point forward. My partner. My lover. My wife. And someday soon, I hope, the mother of my children.”
You know what? I believe him.
Epilogue
Cole
Standing in the wings, I close my eyes, like I have every night since that night. The night my angel came to me. The stadium is packed. It’s a great crowd. A loud crowd. The fans are screaming. They’re jumping around. They’re chanting my name.
“Lights up,” the stage manager says.
The boys are ready. Angus counts the beat with his drumsticks. One, two, three four. Jimmy strikes a cord on his guitar. Big D comes in on bass. They all look my way as they play the final notes of the intro.
There’s my note.
It’s time.
“I love you, baby,” my wife says as she brushes her lips across mine.
This past year has flown by. So much has changed. Everything. The whole world is a different place. A wonderful place full of light and energy and joy. Pure, sweet joy.
And it’s all because of my angel. My Tessa.
I place my hand on her flat little stomach and smile. We just found out she’s pregnant. With my baby. In nine months, I’ll be a father. Tessa has given me so much. And now this. A child. Every day I’ve fallen more in love with her. “This one’s for our son, Cole Junior.”
“You mean Tessa Junior,” she teases, her lush lips curved into a smile. She places her hands on top of mine. “Our daughter.”
“Maybe it’ll be one of each,” I say. Twins? I’d be happy with twins. Or triplets. Or quadruplets. The more the better.
I’m a husband. And a soon-to-be father. Life does not get any better than that. It’s because of Tessa and our child that I have purpose. My heart is full, brimming over with love. And, because of that love, I can give my music, my soul, to those people out there in the stands. I can give and give and give to them, and to my angel
, and in giving, I am fulfilled. I had no idea it worked that way. That giving was the key.
Tessa taught me that. And so much more.
I am the luckiest man in the world.
Standing in the wings, I feel the music. It throbs through my body. I can’t hold it back now. I open my mouth and sing, “Baby, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for you….”
Please turn the page for a special (unedited) sneak peek of Alexa’s upcoming release, BAD FOR YOU. Coming summer, 2016!
BAD FOR YOU
ALEXA KAYE
Copyright Alexa Kaye 2016
Chapter 1
Taylor
Oh crap.
He’s here.
Robert. My other brother.
Technically, Robert isn’t my brother at all. He’s my brother’s best friend. But he’s always treated me like a brother, Correction, he used to treat me like a brother.
Lately, he’s been totally ignoring me. For no reason.
I don’t like it.
I glance his way. What’s he doing here? He doesn’t even go to this college. My first weekend at school—my first college party—and he decides to show up? Coincidence?
Probably.
Maybe.
I decide to go find out.
I weave through the throng of beer-toting students, each of them holding a plastic cup of cheap beer dispensed from the keg, and in various stages of drunkenness. There’s not a stick of furniture in the place. Not a single chair, even, for a staggering, sloppy-drunk girl to plunk onto. Me, I’m sober. Haven’t had a drop. Yet. It’s as good a time as any to fight my way through the crowd to the keg. It gives me a valid reason to pass Robert.
Robert. That name.
It used to be Rob. And he used to be nice. He used to take me to his races. He races stock cars. On dirt tracks. It’s so exciting. I loved watching, smelling the dust, the burning rubber and exhaust. He used to call me Princess. And Baby.