by Eva Luxe
The bitterness in Sam’s voice was palpable. It left me feeling helpless.
“But Sam, you don’t have to be that guy,” I said simply.
I put my hand on Sam’s shoulder and turned my brother towards me. He allowed me to do so, reluctantly.
“Oh really?” Sam said, pulling away from my grasp. “I can turn it off just like that? That’s not how depression works, Willow.”
“No, I know that,” I said, desperately needing Sam to understand my meaning. “I just mean that you don’t have to feel like this forever. You should really talk to someone.”
“Aren’t we talking right now?” Sam asked, bitterly.
The thought of telling a stranger his feelings clearly made him feel queasy.
“Not your sister,” I said, gently. “Talking to me obviously isn’t the right way to go. But talking to a professional just might. It would at least give you a routine. It might not fix everything but it would probably fix some things.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Sam said softly.
“You’re my brother and I will support you no matter what. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do. Now stop talking to your angsty brother and get back to your new husband and your guests. You’re probably holding up the dance floor or something,” Sam said with a genuine smile. “I really am happy for you, you know. Good work.”
I leaned over and gave my brother a tight hug.
“I love you, Sam,” I said into his ear, still holding him tightly. “I just want you find happiness too. And I know one day you’ll get there.” I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I know that you’ll find someone who lifts you up the way Darien does for me.”
“I hope you’re right,” Sam said.
“I am,” I said as I gave him a smile. “I’m sure of it.”
I squeezed his hand one more time before walking back toward my guests.
I weaved my way through the tables, getting more hugs and congratulations. I spotted Darien from across the room and made a beeline directly for him. He stood near the dance floor and held his hand out to me. I took it gladly and we stepped out onto the floor together.
We danced our first dance together as husband and wife as Darien whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I held Darien close to my body, taking in the feel of him. After several minutes as the only couple on the dance floor, the DJ invited others to join us.
Stacy showed up beside us, holding Ariel’s hand. Ariel reached out toward me and I gathered her up in my arms, swinging her back and forth to the music. Darien put his arms around his precious girls and swayed back and forth with us, touching his forehead to mine, wrapping his free hand around my stomach where our baby resided, taking in his new life.
After an hour and half drive through the Irish countryside, Darien, Ariel and I arrived at the Shannon Airport. My parents arrived a few minutes after us. I stood on the tarmac near Darien’s private jet and held Ariel in my arms. Now that Darien and I were married, we could officially start the process to adopt her. So, soon, I would have two children.
Ariel was about to cry, as if she sensed that she was about to be separated from her parents for the first time. I rocked her back and forth, trying to soothe her. Darien patted her on the back and said, “It’s okay, Sweetheart, we’ll be back soon.”
“But I might grow up too big before then, and you won’t even know me,” Ariel said, her lip pouting and her voice crackling as if she was about to cry again.
Darien and I burst out into laughter, which made Ariel laugh too.
My mother walked up to us and gave Darien a hug.
“Enjoy Morocco,” Bonnie said, pulling away. “I’ve always wanted to go there. You’re going to have so much fun.”
“Thank you,” Darien said, shaking Gregory’s hand. “It’s going to be quite the adventure. First stop: Casablanca.”
“Thanks, Mom and Dad for taking her,” I gently lead Ariel over to my parents. I patted her on the head and gave her a kiss. Then Darien scooped her up in his arms to say his goodbyes. “I can’t believe we have to leave her. But it’ll be good for all of us to get away.”
“Yes, it will,” Gregory said. “You two deserve this vacation. We’ll take good care of this little nugget.”
He gently squeezed his soon to be granddaughter’s cheeks and she started giggling.
“Bye, sweetheart,” Darien said, giving her a kiss.
She reached her hands out towards us and began to cry as we walked away from her. That sight broke my heart. But I knew she would be all right. She loved my parents, and they were happy be getting two granddaughters and loved spending time with her.
In any event, we had to leave if we were ever going to start our honeymoon. Darien and I waved goodbye and stepped onto the private jet.
I stepped inside the jet and behind the cockpit were three rows of large and comfy seats, with two bench seats lining each side. I put my bags down and slid down into one of the chairs, exhausted. Darien took the seat beside me and we prepared for takeoff.
Darien reached across the aisle for my hand. I smiled at him and took a breath. Darien watched me carefully, knowing that planes aren’t my preferred mode of transportation. He had told me a million times that I was more likely to be involved in a car crash than a plane crash, but a plane crash still seemed a lot scarier to me.
“You’re good, hon?” Darien asked, gently. I nodded my head and smiled.
After takeoff, Darien came over to me and knelt in front of me.
“We made it, baby,” Darien said with a smile on his face.
He ran his hands along my thighs, reaching my waist. I spread my legs wide in response and scooted my butt closer to him. I ran my hands along his arms and grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him towards me. I kissed him deeply on the mouth, taking in his scent and the moisture of his lips. I pulled back and looked into his eyes.
“Our first time as husband and wife,” I said, kissing him lightly. “Do you think it will feel different?”
“Oh, I’ll definitely make you feel something,” Darien said, jokingly.
He pulled me close to him and kissed me again. He pulled me out of my seat and held me tightly against him. He trailed kisses down my neck in a fashion that made me tilt my head back in pleasure.
I reached a hand along Darien’s leg and felt a stiffness growing against my palm. I teased him by trailing my fingers along the bulge in his jeans. Darien moved closer to me, a laugh on his lips, and rubbed his erection against my leg. I unhooked his belt and unzipped his jeans in one fluid movement. The material fell to the floor in an instant.
I pulled off my sweater and guided Darien’s hands to the buttons on my blouse. He started off carefully and then fully popped my top open in an instant, my breasts revealing themselves to him in a black lace bra.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, and rubbed his face against them, back and forth. He took in the scent coming off my skin and trailed kisses from my breasts to my neck and back up to my lips. I unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor. And Darien took the opportunity to suck on my elongated nipples, taking each one in turn.
I sensually took off my panties and watched Darien’s every move. I held my wet panties in my hand and dangled them above Darien like a dog begging for a treat. I tossed them into his face with a laugh and Darien caught them, holding them to his nose, taking in my scent. I nodded my head at him and he dropped the panties to the floor.
I moved closer to Darien and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. I ran my hands along his broad chest, marveling at the fitness of his body. I kissed his nipples gently and trailed my hand down to his briefs again.
I teased him some more by sliding a hand into his briefs and taking his erect member in my hands. Darien pulled his briefs all the way down as I knelt in front of him and took his large and pulsating cock into my mouth. I slid my tongue along his penis back and forth, taking him all the way into the back of my throat. I pulled back, his penis
puckering like it would a lollypop. I stroked his penis with my hands and began pumping faster and faster with each stroke.
Darien put his hands in my hair, his head tilted back in pleasure. When I sensed Darien reaching climax, I teasingly licked the tip of his cock and vigorously pushed him back onto the chair. In one fluid movement, I was on top of Darien and I slid my dripping wet pussy onto his hard cock. I moaned in pleasure as Darien filled me up. I pulled Darien’s head toward me and kissed him deeply.
“So that’s what it feels like,” I said, with a smile on my face. “To be with a married man.”
Darien laughed at my joke and kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
I pulled back and began bouncing on top of Darien’s dick, picking up the pace with each movement. Darien grabbed my ass and squeezed gently, encouraging my rhythm. I felt myself nearing climax and I picked up the pace even further. I rubbed my clit with my free hand, the other running my fingers through Darien’s hair.
In an instant, both Darien and I let out loud moans as we both reached our destination together. I arched my back as Darien unloaded inside me.
I began laughing uncontrollably once I started to come down from the high. Darien looked at me curiously, feeling his erection weaken against his leg.
“What’s so funny?” Darien asked, as I pulled my body off his and maneuvered into his lap. He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and anguish. “Was that not good for you?”
“Oh baby, that was amazing,” I said quickly. “As it always is. I never tire of our time together. It’s just that I was thinking about how we first met, and the fact that I never gave you a lap dance. That’s ironic.”
I managed to breathe out the rest of my statement, still tired and pumped from our amazing sex session. I ran my hands though Darien’s hair and kissed him on the temple.
“It’s harder to recover from this climax than it normally is. It must be the higher altitude. I feel out of shape, even though I hit the gym a few times a week in order to fit into my wedding dress.”
“Well, don’t lose too much weight,” Darien asked, with a smile. He pulled me toward him and rubbed my bare back gently with his hands. “I love your curves. I mean, they’re your curves so you can do what you want with them, but I hope you keep them.”
“Of course I will,” I told him. “I like when you hold onto my hips or my ass when we come together, and we can’t do that if I lose my curves.”
“Exactly,” Darien said. “I’m going to get that lap dance at some point and, unlike at the club, I’m going to make sure you give me a happy ending. We’ll come together then too. And that’s what married people are supposed to do, right? Come together? I think they’re supposed to do everything together. Including finishing together.”
“You bet your ass they are,” I said and kissed him deeply. “We’re in this together. No matter what. Whatever life brings our way, we can conquer it as long as we’re together.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Darien said, holding me, his new bride, close to his body.
I nestled my head into Darien’s neck, taking in our adventure high above the clouds. Then I look at the man whose strong arms are holding me, looking forward to the adventures we have ahead of us.
I’m not sure what life will throw at us but I’m ready for us to handle them together. I wouldn’t have it any other way, either.
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Baby Wanted: A Virgin & Billionaire Romance
Copyright 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Cover by Cosmic Letterz.
Chapter 1 – Stacy
Today was supposed to be a normal start to a normal day at work— at least, as “normal” as anything could be when one’s job is stripping, which, mine happens to be. But nothing was turning out to be normal at all.
The music wasn’t on, and the doors to the club were closed. My friend Lindsey and I both tried calling the owner. A few of the other dancers and bartenders showed up, scratching their heads as well.
“He isn’t answering my calls. Any luck, Lindsey?” I asked, smoothing my hand down the rusted door to the bar.
The alley way began to darken with the sky. The only thing that usually kept this area lit were the lights from the bar when it was open, which it was supposed to be now, but clearly wasn’t.
“No. I’ve been trying to call his ass for the last ten minutes!” Lindsey hissed, staring at her phone as if it could give her a magical answer.
I rubbed my chin and glanced up at the sign that would originally be lit up, letting everyone know Bar Seven was open for business.
Frowning, I sighed and looked at my phone. “Yeah, we were supposed to be open twenty minutes ago.”
Now there were customers beginning to wobble down the alley, expecting a fun time. They looked just as puzzled as we were to find out the bar wasn’t open.
“Yo, what’s happening? Ya’ll not open?” A guy asked, his girl for the night hanging off of him.
Just then, Lindsey’s phone rang. “Shit, it’s him!” she took the call and jutted out her hips to the side. “Hey. What’s going on?! Are you alright? As you probably know, we’re due to start our shifts now, and customers are waiting for the bar to open,” she huffed. “What do you mean closed? It’s a weekday. What? For good? Jim, that can’t— oh shit,” Lindsey took her phone off her ear and stared at it in the palm of her hand.
More people gathered by the door.
“Lindsey, what’s going on?” I asked her, to break her from that listless gaze.
“We’re all out of a job…” she whispered.
I grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her, so she could look me in the eye and say that again. I needed confirmation.
“What? Lindsey!”
As if finally snapping out of it, Lindsey turned back to the spunky, take charge girl I knew and loved. She walked away from me and over to the small crowd of dancers and bartenders as well as the loyal, early bird customers, all of whom had gathered to wait for some news.
“I’m sorry everyone, but Bar Seven is closed… permanently. I just got the news. I’m sure there are some other spots to go to, but, right now, I’m sorry to say I’m quite shocked to have learned of this information and I have no suggestions.”
Holy shit, she was telling the truth. I had bills that needed to be paid— the most important one being rent— and they were all due within a week. And my one way to pay them was over. I’d worked my way up to dancing at Bar Seven— that sounds like a fake brag but it was the best club in town and only accepted girls with both the looks and the experience to qualify as entertaining enough for the customers— and, quite frankly, I’d burned my bridges with clubs I’d left for greener pastures. There’s a strange loyalty system where club owners essentially say, “Don’t let the door hit you on your way out” if you leave.
I had wanted to get out of the business for a while now, before the decision was made for me— the girls who danced at Bar seven were also usually quite young— but there was the little problem of money. Stripping wasn’t really my scene but in this economy it was the one surefire way to win money.
Still, although people always laughed at me when they found out— causing me to stop telling anyone— I was a virgin. I had some traditional notions of wanting marriage and kids one day down the line. And I wasn’t fooling myself that being an exotic dancer was the best way to go about accomplishing those life goals.
I was working my way through school, albeit slowly, since stripping at night didn’t give me much time for studying. At least I had some e
nd goal eventually in mind, though. Exotic dancing was supposed to be just a temporary stepping stone on my path to bigger and better things in life. But the money was secure and I didn’t seem to have any better prospects so I’d gotten stuck on that same damn stone for probably far too long.
My good friend Willow had come and gone from a previous club I’d worked for, and she always told me there really were other opportunities out there that I should explore. But that was easy enough for her to say, when her next great opportunity had literally run right into her life in the form of a rich, handsome customer who needed a nanny. Then he’d needed some sex from the nanny. Then he’d been unable to keep his hands off the nanny, and now they’re married, so, that was that.
Meanwhile, no billionaire knight in shining armor had shown up to rescue me or pay my bills, so off to work at Bar Seven I’d continued to go nearly every night. Until tonight, which turned out to be my last night ever working here, like it or not. I guess it was time to make some decisions about my future, whether I felt ready to make them or not.
Chapter 2 – Stacy
My gut felt like it was sinking down to the bottom of the ocean as I let Lindsey’s news settle in, and my feet grew heavy like lead weights. What the hell? He couldn’t find the decency to call us and say he was closing up shop?
Instincts told me that it was more than a one and done sort of thing. But that was none of my business. My landlord wasn’t going to care if the FBI or even God himself shut the place down; he wanted his money.
That thought only reminded me that so many people were counting on this money, including me. I had a family, and they weren’t doing too hot on money either. Good thing I had student loans for my schooling, or else I’d be screwed to the hundredth power.
Everyone wandered back into the streets, where they began to head off into different directions. Lindsey leaned on a wall and rubbed her forehead.
“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath.
“What happened? Did the building get foreclosed on?” I was prying, and damn it, I had every right to do so. This was my money too.