Husband Mine (Park City Alphas, #1)

by Prince, Ally

  She sighed and leaned into my chest. “We’ve wasted so much time, Garret.”

  “We have forever now, sweetheart.” I was keeping her forever. Divorce would never be an option, we would get through our problems the old-fashioned way. Time and love would heal all things.

  My fingers trembled as I lifted them up her back and reached for the zipper on her dress. When it parted I let my hands wander over her warm flesh, she felt very much like mine.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing. You’ll have to show me.” Her whisper hit my ear, and I shivered. But I was as clueless as her.

  “Me either, sweetheart. We’ll figure it out together.” Sydney froze in my arms and pulled back. The front of her dress gaping just enough to entice me.

  “Garret?” she looked up at me genuinely confused.

  “What?”

  “You’ve had sex.”

  “With you.” I tugged her close letting my cock grind against her stomach.

  “What? How?”

  “You want me to explain how I haven’t had sex with anyone else.” I chuckled, but she didn’t find it funny. “Sydney, I’ve had eyes for one woman, and she wasn’t there. It was easy to say no. I have two hands and picture-perfect memory of your sweet face. But now I can add some seriously sinful glimpses too.” I looked down, a dark pink nipple just peeking out.

  “What are we going to do? Where are we going to live?” That snapped my eyes back up.

  “Well, that depends on where you want to live, sweetheart. I have a few places. One in Texas that I think would be perfect. I am wherever you are. If that’s a small apartment somewhere then we will make it work but I can provide for you two and all our future children, don’t ever doubt that.” And that was the truth.

  “I don’t want you to give up your dreams.” Her blues eyes glistened in the low light, I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

  “Baby, I gave up my dreams five years ago. I just got her back. I’m not giving anything up, trust me.” Her smile softened as she stood on tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine.

  The kiss started off slow and exploratory as our hands skimmed skin and bodies grew needy. But soon my hand was in her hair and I was angling her mouth to get deeper my body humming with need for her.

  With a small shimmy, I felt the dress pool at her feet. I pried my lips from hers and stepped back.

  “Holy fuck.” She was hot. A wedding dress had never looked so damn fine as it did right now on the floor. Her tits were perky with dark pink nipples pebbled and wanting my attention. I lifted a hand and let it fall to brush the swell of her breast before tweaking her hard peak.

  “Garret,” she panted.

  My eyes continued to scan her body. A small scrap of fabric tried to hide what was mine but failed. I dropped my other hand to her waist and let it sneak around her back and slowly glide down over the globes of her exposed ass. My hand clenched in the soft flesh, and she whimpered against me.

  “Do you want me?” I tugged her up against me and she leaned in. My cock twitched against her stomach.

  “More than you can imagine.” Oh, I had a pretty fucking fine imagination. I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my nose to the apex of her thighs. The scent of her arousal clear. And it was all for me.

  I ran my nose over her tender flesh for a few moments before running my hands up the outsides of her thighs and gripping her panties. I slid them down slowly watching the goose flesh pebbled her skin in my wake. And then they too sat at her feet. Her heels stopping me from taking them right off.

  I scented her again. I wanted to bathe in her scent. My mouth watered as I edged my tongue between her folds to get a taste. Her knees shook and her hands gripped my shoulders.

  “Garret, don’t tease me.”

  “I can and I will,” I purred against her tender flesh. She groaned but let me do my thing. When I had annoyed her enough, I stood and backed away.

  “Take off the heels, sweetheart. But before you do that, turn around.” Sydney had a fine ass and to see it her bend over in front of me would be a dream come true. I ground my palm against my cock. The teasing would make the waiting so much sweeter.

  Chapter Six

  Sydney

  He wanted me to turn around and bend over.

  My cheek flamed, but I managed to shimmy around in front of him until I was facing the bed. Shivers shot down my spine and the fire deep in belly roared to life.

  “That’s a fine ass, wife.” I giggled nervously trying to take a few deep breaths. I could totally do this all sexy like. Maybe. Encouraging my inner yoga goddess to come out and play I began to bend at the waist and slid my palms down my legs.

  “Oh fuck,” there was a rustling behind me, but I didn’t turn to see what he was doing. When my hands got to my knees, I did a little shimmy. Garret’s groan from behind was encouraging. As I bent further and further, Garret’s breath became faster. My own body grew wet, my pussy clenching at the thought of what was to come. I felt needy and wanted. I reached for the buckle on my heels and undid them.

  “Don’t move, oh fuck. That’s perfect.” Garret’s heat pressed against me. His hot cock sliding through my wetness and nothing had ever felt so good. “I’m going to fuck you like this.” Yes, yes. I wanted that. “But not today.”

  “Garret,” I whined, shimmying my ass against him. His hands gripped my hips, and he held me hard against him, he was pulsing, ready so ready.

  “Please, Garret.”

  “Fuck, I love you.” My breath hitched and I hope those words weren’t just said in the heat of the moment. His large hands slid over my back up to my shoulders setting every nerve ending in my body on fire.

  “Take me.” I wanted him now. Yesterday.

  “Oh, I will baby. Stand up.” I did as told, and that pressed my back against his hot chest. His hands cupping my breasts, tweaking them rolling the flesh. His cock nudging me from behind. The heat, his breath in my ear, it was all nearly too much. I was about to explode with need. My body pulsing.

  His hands dipped to my stomach, and they roamed, massaging.

  “Tell me,” his raspy voice hit my ear

  “What?” I squirmed against him.

  “You know what Sydney. If you give me what I want I will give you what you want.” He sounded so cock sure of himself. He had every right to be, I had always melted for Garret.

  “I love you, Garret James.” I closed my eyes and sank deeper into him. His cock pulsed against my behind and his hands tweaked my breasts.

  “I can’t wait to see you swollen with more babies. I want me inside you until I know for sure you’re mine forever.” I swallowed and let my head lull back on his shoulder.

  “What if I don’t want another baby?” I totally did, I would do anything for him.

  “Oh, you will.”

  “Don’t be so cocky.”

  “Not cocky, baby. Sure. I know for certain you won’t deny me.” His cock pulsed and I couldn’t think of a word to come back with. “Now climb on the bed, I want you on your hands and knees.”

  “Don’t be so bossy,” I said as I was doing exactly what he asked. What that said about me, well I didn’t want to go there just yet.

  The silky soft comforter cooled my skin as I crawled until I was in the middle of the huge white bed. Before I was able to turn around and catch the first sight of my naked husband, he was behind me. His cock sliding through my folds and hitting my clit.

  My head dropped forward at the sensation, he did it again and again. The subtle signs of a climax began building deep in my belly. My body tightened and my pussy clenched. I wanted him inside me. He could so easily slip inside and take me.

  “I’m going to take you bare, Sydney. Fill you up over and over again. Is that what you want?”

  I made a noise, not really sure what it was myself. Hopefully, Garret took it as confirmation because I was so ready for him to have me. I wanted him inside me.

  His cock slid through my folds again c
oating himself in my juices. He moved until he nudged my opening. I froze, taking a deep breath trying my hardest to relax for him. I hadn’t had sex since Garret and the last time any action happened down there was when Sam was born. My body clenched and my hips rolled. I wanted nothing more than to push back hard against him, take him all.

  “Easy, baby.” With his strong fingers digging into my hips Garret moved forward slowly inch by inch. When he came to a stop, he panted for a moment and then without warning slammed into me.

  I grunted at the intrusion and struggled to let my body relax to his size. My body stretched allowing him to sink inside.

  “Fuck, so tight.”

  “So, big.” He stretched me to the very brim and not at all able to take any more. I wanted him to stay there forever. I had missed this connection of him being inside of me.

  Garret slowly withdrew, groaning.

  “You have no idea how perfect your pussy looks taking my cock.” And Garret was a dirty talker. Garret slid back inside of me until he touched the deepest part of me. We both groaned. My body gripping him tight, like I was trying to swallow him.

  “I’m going to move now.” And he did. His cock slid in and out with ease each time a little faster than the last. His hand snuck around my waist and grazed my clit. Sensation shot through me in an instant. I rolled my hips forward, Garret slipped in deeper, so deep.

  As his fingers moved and his body pounded, my climax was inevitable. I tried my hardest to hold it off, but it wasn’t possible. It shot through me with so much force. I let out an ungodly noise. My body spasming against Garret’s cock as he slammed in harder and harder. Every muscle in my body pulled tight, air rushed from my lungs as wave after wave pulsed through my veins.

  “Fuck, Sydney.” He held himself inside of me as his cock twitched, warmth filling me. My body reacting, trying to hold him inside of me. I dropped my face into the bed and panted as Garret wound us both down.

  His hands caressed my ass cheeks as he held himself inside of me until he began to soften. Cool air danced across my overheated skin sending shivers down my spine. Garret moved and slipped out, I missed him instantly.

  His finger grazed my clit and my body convulsed.

  “Fuck, you’re perfection.” A finger rimmed my opening, the sound of our union filling the air. “You feel that, Sydney? That’s me inside of you.”

  I thrust my hips back a little, and he chuckled.

  “Soon, we’ll do it again baby.”

  And I couldn’t wait.

  Garret

  I STARED DOWN AT MY sleeping wife.

  Fuck. I still couldn’t believe that we’d done it.

  Now I just had to wake my princess up and hope she didn’t chop off my balls. I was eager to meet my little man.

  I could think of a hundred different ways to rouse her. All of them involved us naked. We’d been married less than six hours and we’d been naked for five of them. Sydney was tired, I was tired, but it was the best kind of tired to be.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and moved her pale hair from her face. She looked so peaceful, but we had somewhere to be.

  “Sydney, baby, you need to wake up.” I leaned down and kissed her head, she groaned and tried to roll away from me.

  “Not already.” I laughed, maybe we had been a little too eager. I would live inside her body if she let me. Her body fit mine like nothing else. We moved together like we had been doing this for years. I knew where to touch her to get her to pant and she knew how hard to clench to get me to come almost instantly. It was a wicked kind of torture that I was sure we would spend the next few months exploring thoroughly.

  “No, sweetheart. I’m ready to meet him.” My finger traced her spine, stopping before I gazed her cheek. I hoped that my voice didn’t tremor and let her know just how nervous I was.

  She flopped onto her back, her breasts bouncing, I had to touch them. They called to me, but she slapped my hands away.

  “Come on, babe,” I chuckled.

  “He’ll love you, Garret.”

  “Oh, I know he will.” She rolled her eyes as she climbed out of the bed. My eyes took in her every move and when she moved to pick up the dress she frowned.

  “I should have brought a change of clothes. I don’t want to put this thing back on.” Luckily, I came prepared and had purchased some shorts and a tee for her when I went shirt shopping. I walked over to my duffle and pulled them out for her.

  I noticed a hole in my plan when Sydney stood before me fully dressed. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I wasn’t sure how I felt about her walking in public with her tits looking as amazing as they did. The ski slope peaks would have every man turning his head.

  “Stop staring at them.” She folded her arms over her breasts and that got me moving. We packed up, I wasn’t sure if we would be back to this room, so I took everything.

  Only a few short minutes later we stood out the front of an apartment that belonged to a woman named Mara. I had to wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans. My heart hammered in my chest and the main thought in my head was–what if my son doesn’t like me?

  Sydney reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze before she knocked on the door. I heard little footsteps as they raced toward it.

  I had to swallow, my heartbeat filled my ears.

  “Mommy, mommy.” Locks turned, and a voice hushed before the door was peeled open and there before was Sam.

  He launched out the door and into Sydney’s arms. A mess of dark brown hair as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

  “I miss you.” He mumbled into her neck. Her arms held him so tight as she kissed where ever she could reach.

  “I missed you more, handsome.”

  “Handsome, I do say.” I turned to see an older lady standing there looking me over with a gentle smile on her face.

  “Sam, I want you to meet someone. He’s pretty special to me and you.” Sydney moved Sam to her hip, and he pulled back, his small hands going to her cheeks to squish them, he chuckled then looked at me.

  I loved him instantly. I would lay my life on the line for him. He had Sydney’s finer features but my skin coloring, my hair, my eyes. Jesus. My heart slammed in my chest, it was full for the very first time.

  I tried to smile. My eyes blurred and something thick lodged itself in my throat.

  “Sam this is Garret. He’s your daddy.” I watched Sydney, watch Sam. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had a small smattering of freckles very similar to Sydney’s and I knew if he got time in the sun they would darken.

  “Like the picture?” Sam asked, his eyes still on me, his nose wrinkling a little.

  “Yeah, just like the picture.”

  “He came back for us.” I wasn’t sure how it was possible for a little boy to break my fucking heart, but he did it right there and then.

  “Of course, buddy. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I am here now and I ain’t ever leaving you or your momma.” Sam seemed to ponder that for a moment before he moved his arms and began reaching for me.

  As soon as his small hands slid around my neck and he huffed against my skin, I knew that I had made the right choice. That never giving up on finding what was destined to be mine was the right thing to do. I didn’t care if my parents couldn’t love them, I loved them with every single thing I was and I would make their worlds bright and happy, always.

  Chapter Seven

  Sydney

  Three Years later...

  The hot water cascaded over my shoulders as the cold tile pressed against my back. I struggled to not slip on the wet tiles. Garret’s talented tongue worked between my legs, his groans filling the room.

  My body tightened and the tell tales signs of an impending orgasm began to work their way up my body.

  “Garret,” I panted, struggling to stay on one foot. My knee began to shake. My eyes drifted down to where he was kneeling between my legs. His body was fine, fine, fine. All that hard muscle, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and tanned skin. It mad
e my mouth water every single day.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you want.” His smug reply came before he used his teeth to nip at me.

  “Shit,” I whisper yelled, all to aware that Sam was asleep down the hall.

  In the past three years, we had moved to a small ranch in Texas, not far from where his grandparents lived. It was everything I had ever wanted in a family home. Everything I had ever dreamed off. I taught ballet to little children three afternoons a week, and it was the best job I had ever had. I got to dance and share my passion with those who truly loved it. I had just started up a class for high school students and man did they have some hidden talent.

  I knew what Garret wanted to hear. I had it all planned out seeing as I never got to tell him when I was pregnant with Sam, but the bossy bastard was making it impossible.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I managed to pant out, my fingers threading through his dark hair.

  “Hmm,” he hummed against my tender flesh, before two fingers entered me. “We can play it your way then.”

  We had been playing it his way for days. We hadn’t had sex, he had wound me up and up and I had received so many orgasms, but he wouldn’t give in.

  His fingers stroked my front wall and I felt myself slipping down the tiles, my mind a mess of shattered thoughts as my body start to convulse.

  Garret pulled away.

  “What?” The bastard. He stood quickly and hoisted me around his waist. His cock rubbing right where I needed him to be. I rotated my hips trying to get him where I needed him the most.

  “You can tell me now. Because I can’t wait much longer to be inside you.” His lips latched onto my neck as he thrust his hips forward.

  “Garret.” I had no idea how he knew. No idea at all. I thought I had kept the secret well. I hadn’t told a single person.