Wedding Dreams: 20 Delicious Nuptial Romances

by Maggie Way

  Once free of every stitch of his clothing, he climbed on the couch and nestled himself in between her legs. As he leaned down to kiss the sensitive flesh of her pussy he reached up and tugged at the waist band of her torn cotton shorts.

  Kissing her thighs, her feet and all over her body, he pulled the fabric free and tossed them carelessly on the floor. Nothing else mattered in that moment but giving Avery everything she deserved.

  “I won’t screw up this time. I promise.” He vowed to her, needing her to trust him just like she had that night.

  She didn’t answer with words. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. She wasn’t just accepting him at his words. She was giving herself to him fully. Just like she had that night, only this time it meant more. This time he knew it wouldn’t just be for a night.

  Jackson dipped his head down at the juncture of her thighs and swept his tongue across the wet seam of her pussy. He relished in the luscious taste of her juices. She was so ready for him, so willing.

  With gentleness he slipped his finger inside of her, allowing her wetness to coat his middle finger while his tongue lapped at her clit. It was already swollen and beginning to throb. He remembered how to manipulate her body into losing control. He knew what he would have to do in order to send her over the edge.

  For several torturous minutes he drank up the sweet elixir which spilled from between her lips. His cock pressed hard against her leg as he worked her further along. Precum leaked from his head, causing a trail of wetness along her inner leg.

  Avery began to moan and then took her breasts in her hands. Squeezing and pinching her nipples, she pushed him to the very brink of his sanity. He couldn’t stand it a moment longer.

  He pulled himself away from her and reached over for the condom. His eyes were locked on her as he ripped open the package and quickly sheathed his hardness.

  Licking his lips he positioned himself at her entrance. The smooth feel of her shaved pussy glided against his head, teasing them both.

  “Don’t stop touching yourself.” He asked her, his voice husky and strained.

  Her hands roamed her chest, taunting him with her audacious moves. He could probably cum just from watching her, but he was too impatient to find out. He needed to feel her, all of her.

  With his hands on her thighs Jackson spread her legs further apart. Then with a rock of his hips he allowed the first inch of his cock to enter her. Her liquid heat coated his dick, sending shocking waves up along his spine.

  He was afraid to move, unsure of how much he would be able to handle. Her curvaceous body rocked beneath him. She gently pushed against his intrusion, pushing him that much further inside.

  “Oh, baby… Yeah, just like that.”

  Unable to control his lust any longer he began thrusting forward. She held her hardened nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She moaned, he groaned. Their two bodies moving in rhythm with one another as he watched her face flush.

  Her pretty mouth opened. Her pouty lips shaped into the shape of an o as she arched her back and moved against him.

  The more she gave of herself, the faster he pumped into her. She felt so damn good he didn’t know if he should howl or cry. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t excite him.

  Her lush body, full with curves, peaks and valleys looked so much sexier than the stick women who graced the covers of magazines. She was what a real woman looked like. She was his woman.

  “Jacks…on.” His name came out in part whisper part moan.

  She was getting closer. He could see it and feel it. Lowering one hand between their bodies he took his thumb to her clit. The instant he flicked it across the swollen nub her eyes shot wide open.

  “Oh, God. Jackson!”

  “Come for me, baby. That’s it… come for me.” His order came out in a primal, almost animalistic tone.

  He was completely lost in the moment. His thumb strummed at her clit, working against it hard and fast.

  Without warning she let out a howl. Jackson pumped into her relentlessly, trying to hit every part of her. She convulsed beneath him. Her body shaking from her orgasm as the wave of her hot release coated his cock.

  Her pussy trembled around him. Her body held him, tightly and unforgiving as he laid still allowing her to milk his cock.

  With a sudden jolt Jackson felt it. That primitive sensation rip through his body. His spine tingled and his body shook once he felt the hold of his orgasm. It clawed through him, shredding his soul into a thousand tiny pieces.

  Fuck if he didn’t love her. He was lost to her. And even though he hadn’t said it, he had a feeling she already knew.

  Her alluring scent filled the room and permeated his nostrils as he reached breaking point. With firm hands he grabbed the back of her head and dipped his head down. He kissed her with all the fire, emotion and passion that had consumed him for so long.

  They stayed locked together, kissing and holding one another for so long it could have been hours. Jackson opened his eyes, completely unaware that he had even closed them. It took him a moment to catch his bearings in the swimming haze of post orgasm. Tiny stars shot on the outside of his peripheral vision while a eurphoric drug like state overwhelmed his entire body.

  He looked down and realized she was staring at him. She was so attentive, so giving and generous. Any man in his right mind would snatch her up and enjoy all that life had to offer. He knew how lucky he was that no one had beaten him to the punch.

  “Thank you.”

  She smiled up at him and smiled wide. “For what?”

  “Listening to me.”

  She lifted her head and kissed him. “Yeah well… it took you long enough.”

  “You hungry?”

  “Starved.”

  “Come on.”

  Jackson got up from the couch and helped her up. He held her there for a moment, kissing her on the forehead before quickly retreating to the bathroom to flush the condom.

  “Meet you in the kitchen.” He yelled to her as he ran off.

  Chapter Twelve

  Avery slipped on Jackson’s shirt and made her way to the kitchen. Her legs were weak and still suffering the after affects of the way he made her feel. A smile covered her face and she caught her silly reflection in the kitchen window once she flicked on the light.

  It was completely dark out now and the rain continued to beat down against the cabin. She grinned at herself like a school girl who’d been kissed by a boy for the first time.

  Three years ago she’d fallen for Jackson. It was an unconscious decision that she had regretted for the past few years. Now all those months of sadness seemed irrelevant. Tonight reminded her how well they connected together. That made it all worth it. The past no longer mattered. Only tomorrow did.

  “Penny for your thoughts?”

  She turned to find Jackson standing in the doorway. His jeans were pulled up but not buttoned, leaving the button flaps open like a tease.

  “I was just thinking.”

  “Yeah?” he walked toward her and cupped her face in his hands. “I hope you’re not having regrets.”

  “No.” she curled into him and relished at the feel of his chest against her body.

  “So what’s wrong then?”

  She looked up at him with a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just a lot to take in. I mean… an hour ago you weren’t even here. I didn’t want anything to do with you.”

  “A sentiment which I hope has changed.”

  “It has.” She reassured him. “It was never that anyway. I just felt so… rejected.”

  “I know, baby. I know and I’m sorry.”

  “Do you?” she asked, unsure if he truly knew why it was so hurtful.

  “Well I know what I did was a dick thing to do.”

  “It was more than that. I’ve never been one to sleep around. In fact, I’ve only slept with three men in my life and that includes you.”

  “I know this is selfish of me, but that’s ab
out two men more than I want to know about.”

  She shoved at him playfully. “My point is, that night was more than just sex for me. It mattered.”

  “Hey.” He lifted her chin with his forefinger. “It mattered to me too. I’m just a dumbass who needed to grow up to realize what he really wanted… and needed in life.”

  “And you think that’s me, huh?”

  “Damn right I do.”

  “Have you seen me?” she laughed and pointed to her appearance.

  “I have and I like what I see.”

  “I’m serious.” She pulled away and attempted a half hearted smile.

  “Hey… what are you talking about? Did I not just prove to you how much you turn me on? Hell you had me hard in two point five seconds flat.”

  “I’m serious Jackson. I’m a complete mess. I mean look at me. My hair is sticking up everywhere, I could stand to lose a good fifteen to twenty pounds and if you want the honest to God’s truth I’m not really a great cook.”

  “Wow.” Jackson crossed his arms.

  “Wow?”

  “Yeah… I mean… I had no idea.”

  She eyes him suspiciously. He had a mischievous grin lingering beneath the surface. “No idea about which part?”

  “The cooking. I mean shit… I can put up with a lot from women but not being a good cook ain’t one of ‘em darling.”

  “Why are you suddenly talking like a cowboy?” she asked, more sure than ever that he was up to something.

  “I don’t know. Why are you talking like a goof?”

  “Huh?”

  He laughed and rolled his eyes at her. “Come here.”

  She went to him when he held out his hands. Then he lifted her on the counter and shimmied himself between her legs. With the same strong hands that had just driven her wild he gently brushed her hair out of her eyes and spoke to her softly.

  “Baby, three years ago I walked away from you because I was too immature to deal with the way you were making me feel. When I finally realized how big of a fool I had been I spent six months doing anything and everything to get your attention. I have called relentlessly. I’ve made a fool of myself. I enlisted the help of our crazy friends. I even drove for hours just in the hopes to get you to talk to me. Now, do you really think I would do all of that if I wasn’t absolutely sure about this… about you?”

  “I see your point. It’s just that… I don’t know. This has all happened really fast. And to be honest, I don’t want to get hurt again.”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. At least not by walking away. I can’t promise I won’t do more dumbass things. I’m pretty sure it comes with having a penis.” He joked.

  “I still don’t understand. Why me?”

  He shook his head and dropped his forehead against hers. “I swear I have no idea how you could not see what I see.”

  “What? A mess?” she tried to appear lighthearted, but the truth was she was having a sudden attack of self doubt.

  “I promise that you’re no bigger of a mess than I am. I couldn’t even keep two fish alive. I forgot to feed them.”

  “Yeah, Stacy told me.” She teased. “That is pretty bad.”

  “See. I’m the mess. And you’re just the drop dead sexy brunette who I am lucky enough to have met.”

  “You are pretty lucky.” She smirked, beginning to feel a little bit better.

  “There’s that beautiful smile. Now… just how bad of a cook are you? Can you make toast?”

  She pushed him away. “Yes I can make toast! I’m not a complete moron.”

  He chuckled. “Hey… I’m just asking. You never know.”

  “Well, I can handle the basics so you don’t have to worry. I promise that you’re not going to starve.”

  “How about we do it together? I’ll make some eggs. You make some toast. We’ll have some juice. We’ve got to build our strength back up. I’ve got eleven more condoms in that pack.”

  “You’re bad.” She teased.

  He waggled his brows. “I am, but I’m pretty sure that you like that about me.”

  “Maybe.” She pushed him back and jumped off the counter. “Come on, let’s get started. I’m famished.”

  As she moved toward the fridge he grabbed her from behind and kissed her neck. He squeezed her body tight against his as his hands roamed her front side.

  She glanced at her reflection in the window once again and laughed.

  Jackson pulled away from her neck, “Hey… I’m not exactly going for laughter here.”

  “Sorry,” she pointed toward the window. “I was just… I mean look at me. I really am a mess.”

  He stared at her reflection for a moment and grinned. Then with a soft whisper he leaned into her ear and said, “Rule number three.”

  “What?”

  “When we first met. I told you about my mother’s three rules.”

  “Ahh… yes. That ever secretive third rule.” She pursed her lips together. “Are you ready to share now?”

  He answered, “When you meet a woman who you can’t get enough of. She can drive you insane one minute and have you smiling the next. She will be the most beautiful woman in the world to you even if she’s covered in dirt and her hair is a mess. You will see things in her you didn’t know were possible and every day she’ll leave you wondering how you could possibly love her more.”

  “All of that is rule number three?”

  “No, babe… Rule number three is to never let her go.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Nicole Morgan turned her love of reading into something that has enriched her soul and given her many years of happiness. Writing since 2009, she is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she’s written everything from contemporary to paranormal, her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

  Nicole also writes under the pen names of Taylor Brooks and Nicki Day.

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  Other titles by Nicole Morgan

  Intimate Persuasions (Intimate Temptations 1)

  Intimate Confessions (Intimate Temptations 2)

  Intimate Seductions (Intimate Temptations 3)

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  Sweet Redemption (Sweet Awakenings 1)

  Sweet Salvation (Sweet Awakenings 2)

  Sweet Vengeance (Sweet Awakenings 3)

  Sweet Affliction (Sweet Awakenings 4)

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  Impetuous (Incessant Passions 1)

  Tempestuous (Incessant Passions 2)

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  The Nexus (The Paladins 1)

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  Risqué Renovation (Blue Collar 1)

  Night Falls (Racinitine Pack 1)

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  Secrets of the Hollows (The Hollows 1)

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  Shadow’s Mark (Shadow Legions 1)

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  Storm of Seduction (Gilpin County Search & Rescue 1)

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  Removing the Layers

  Surrender Her Inhibitions

  Surrounded by Roses

  Remind Me

  Love Knows No Boundaries

  Sudden Devotion

  When Promise Meets Passion

  Entice Me

  Consolation Prize

  Abbie St. Claire


  Chapter One

  Chloe

  I walked back into the exam room in my veterinary clinic and handed my patient to her owner. “Mrs. Chancelor, there is nothing wrong with little Penelope.”

  “But she keeps throwing up.” The blue-haired woman eyed me.

  “When cats groom themselves, their hair gets into the digestive system. It’s nature’s way of dealing with it.”

  “It’s gross, Dr. Howard,” Mrs. Chancelor uttered, obviously frustrated and taking her grumpiness out on me. “She’s a piece of work.”

  Penelope let out a long and soulful meow. I picked her up to soothe her. She seemed completely at peace in my arms but showed no sign of attachment to Mrs. Chancelor.

  “I’m not taking her home. You seem like a really nice girl, Dr. Howard. Maybe you could take her home with you. But if not, you need to give her to someone else,” Mrs. Chancelor sputtered out almost like an order.

  “Pets aren’t disposable, Mrs. Chancelor. Don’t you want to think about this?” I asked as she snatched up her purse and opened the door.

  “No,” she answered in a hateful bark and left out of my office in a hurry.

  It wasn’t every day I encountered pet owners who were no longer in love with the idea of a pet or didn’t do their homework before purchasing or adopting a pet, but when I did, it was disheartening. And so the search began to find new adoptive homes, which was why I’d created the Adoptive Furkidz website.

  I let Penelope roam around my office and observed her, taking notes to best describe her finest features for the ad on the website.

  With silky fur the color of honey, this Persian Lovely is adorable and needs a family to grab her up. Her playful spirit guarantees hours of enjoyment and laughter.