What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 7)

by Lexi Buchanan

  “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come undone?” he asked, as he sucked her bottom lip.

  He could feel himself hard against her. She must have felt it too, because she reached down and undid his pants. She pushed them down with her hands as his erection sprang free. He pulled away, stood up, removed his pants and boxers, and crawled on top of her. She gripped his hard length in her hands and pulled him to her entrance. He could feel her wetness against him as she rubbed him up and down across her pussy. She held him there as he slowly slid into her. He slid into her lovingly and then pulled back out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his ass hard to pull him into her deep and hard.

  “Damn Becky, slow down. I want to enjoy every second of you,” he said.

  “I need you now,” she said. “I can’t wait. I thought I was never going to feel you inside of me again. I want all of you, right now.”

  He pumped into her hard and deep as she arched her back and wiggled below him. She pushed her hips into him over and over in perfect time with him. He thrust into her repeatedly as they both panted and their hearts raced.

  “You feel so good wrapped around me,” he moaned. “I will never let you go. You’re mine forever.”

  She grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers. Becky plunged her tongue into his mouth as she tried to be as close to him as possible. She could not take it anymore. He plunged into her hard as she pulled him against her with her feet around his waist. She plummeted over the edge.

  “Fuck, Gavin,” she growled as she threw her head back.

  He came undone and exploded into her. Slowly he let himself down next to her and wrapped her in his arms as they caught their breath.

  “I love you so much,” he said. “Please don’t run from me, ever again.”

  “I promise, I won’t,” she said. “I will never leave you. I’m so sorry. I will make it up to you every day for the rest of my life. Please stay here tonight.”

  “There is no way I’m leaving,” he said, as he tightened his hold around her.

  “I can’t believe you’re really here,” she said. “Is this really happening?”

  “I will always be with you,” he said. “I love those pictures on your mirror.”

  Becky laughed.

  “You don’t think it’s crazy that I went back and got them?” she asked.

  “I think it’s sweet,” he said. “I see you found my shirt.”

  Gavin laughed as he kissed her forehead.

  “Oh, yeah. I found that in my suitcase,” she replied, as she hugged him and put her head on his chest.

  “Okay,” he replied.

  He hugged her tight and held her until he felt her breathing slow and even out. She was asleep. Gavin was never going to let her go. He would never hurt her. She was perfect, and she was his.

  Epilogue

  The three months that followed seemed to go by so fast. Becky spent more and more nights at Gavin’s house. She was barely ever in her apartment. When Gavin was out of town, Lisa would stay at Gavin’s with her. They would have girl time. Becky was so happy.

  The client that Becky and Gavin had stayed up all night to impress, loved what she had done. It was better than he even thought possible. He ended up giving Gavin’s company a contract for all development work for his company for five years. It was an enormous move for the company. The only stipulation was that if Becky was still at the company, she had to be lead on the projects. She was so proud of what she had done.

  Gavin had gotten home from a business trip. Becky knew he was heading home to change before going to work. He had been gone for a few days, and she couldn’t wait to see him. He had called her to tell her that his plane had just landed. Becky grabbed her purse and keys, told Gavin’s secretary she would be back in a little bit, and hurried to Gavin’s house. When she heard his key in the door, she swung the door open, and stood there in nothing but his dress shirt completely unbuttoned with one of his ties hanging loose from her neck. He dropped his stuff at the door, kicked it shut, scooped her into his arms, and took her to his bedroom.

  “This is the best surprise I have ever gotten,” he said.

  “We have to hurry. If I don’t get back to work, my boss is going to kick my ass,” she said.

  He laughed as he took her into his arms and had his way with her. They both collapsed on the bed to catch their breath and enjoy the moment. Gavin rolled over to face her.

  “Will you move in with me?” he asked.

  “I pretty much already live here,” she laughed.

  “I know. I want you to live here completely. I want to know that when I come home, you are going to be here. I want this to be our home and our bed. If you want we can buy a different house. I want to live with you,” he said.

  “What about my lease?” she asked.

  “You pay for an apartment that you don’t use. It would be cheaper to just get out of it then to keep paying for it,” he said. “We will pay the fees.”

  “Are you sure you want me here all the time?” she asked. “You won’t have a bachelor pad anymore.”

  “All I need is you,” he said.

  Becky moved in and they decided to have a party together, with all of their friends. She was so excited as she planned the party. It made her so happy. She bought decorations, drinks, and ordered the food. Gavin insisted on ordering a ton of food. She didn’t understand why he wanted that much, but did what he wanted. He said he would rather have too much than not enough. He was so cute. It was going to be so much fun. He invited all of the guys that were on the cruise, and she invited the people she had met since she had moved there. Becky could not be happier. Lisa showed up early to help. Becky had never thrown a real party before, and Lisa was excited to help her. Lisa ran to answer the door when the doorbell rang. She was speechless when she opened the door to Josh. He smiled as he walked past her. Becky laughed not sure that Lisa would ever get over her childhood crush. Gavin got dressed and helped her as well. The party started at noon and all of their friends had arrived. They had music playing and people were playing cards. The food was all setup and they were getting ready to eat. Becky was so happy. She hugged Gavin and thought about how perfect her life was. The doorbell rang. Becky looked around and leaned over to Gavin’s ear.

  “Who could that be?” she asked. “Everyone is here already.”

  He shook his head, pulled her to the door, and motioned for her to open it. Becky opened the door and her eyes widened as her mouth dropped open. Tears fell from her eyes as her parents stood before her. She looked at Gavin and he had a huge smile on his face, as he shrugged his shoulders. Becky hugged her parents and pulled them into the house. She was so excited. When she went to close the door, she saw Gavin’s parents, Julie, Chris, and Sarah walk up the driveway. Becky ran out to greet them and hug them. She was so excited. Once everyone was in the house, Gavin shut the door. Becky looked over at him. He leaned down by her ear.

  “I wanted our family here for our first party. Your parents are staying here with us for a few days. Is that okay?” he asked.

  Becky hugged Gavin so tight. Everyone stood around and quietly watched them.

  “I thought the day was perfect and you just made it even better. This is the best day ever. I couldn’t be happier. What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asked, as she kissed his cheek.

  Gavin laughed and took her hands. She could feel his hands shake in hers.

  “This is the best day ever. We have everyone we love with us. This party is the start of our life together. The day I saw you on that ship, there was something about you. You sat there reading, while everyone partied around you. I knew I was going to get to know you. You blew me off and were as sarcastic as ever. You were determined to not let me in, but I was not giving up. That was the best vacation of my life. When we went our separate ways, I was devastated. I tried not to think about you, but I couldn’t do it. I had to find. When I walked down that aisle to meet our new employee, it was like a dream c
ome true. I could not believe it was you. I knew at that moment that you were meant for me. We were meant to be together. When you ran from me because you saw me at that restaurant with Julie, I didn’t know how I was going to live without you. When you agreed to move in here completely, I was so happy. Becky, I love you more than you will ever know. I want you to know that. We were meant to be together. You are my everything. I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night, for the rest of my life,” Gavin said, as he slowly went down on one knee and opened a ring box. “Becky will you please make this day even better by agreeing to be my forever? Will you marry me?”

  Becky sunk down on her knees as tears poured from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

  “You’re my forever, baby,” he said. “Please be my wife.”

  Becky looked into his eyes and put her hands on both sides of his face.

  “I love you Gavin Lucas,” she said. “This is the best day of my life. Of course, I will be with your wife, if you’ll have me.”

  Gavin stood and pulled Becky to her feet. He slipped the ring onto her finger and hugged her tight. Her eyes widened as she finally looked at the ring.

  “It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have gotten such an expensive ring. It does not matter to me. All that matters is that you are with me,” she said. “This is the definitely the best day of my life.”

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  Summer’s Journey

  A True Romance / Erotica Series

  Summer Daniels

  Volume One: Losing Control

  Prologue

  I slipped the blindfold over my eyes, took a deep breath and knocked twice on the door. I heard it open and Mark’s warm voice filled my ears. “Come in Summer. I am so happy you chose to join me tonight.” He led me into the center of the room and stopped. “Just stand there for a moment if you would while I feast my eyes. You look absolutely stunning. That lovely dress is going to look very stylish on the floor next to the bed.”

  I never heard him move, but I could feel him behind me now. As he nuzzled the side of my neck, he pressed himself lightly against me. Whatever reservations I once had at giving up control to this stranger disappeared as my nipples did their best to rip through the lace bra and silk dress. How on earth could he know that my neck was one of my weak spots?

  “I must confess that you are wearing much more at the moment than I am” he said. “Allow me to even the playing field.” As he slowly unzipped my dress, he followed the descending zipper with his soft lips and tongue. He reached up and tugged gently and the dress pooled at my feet.

  1

  I gave serious thought to unveiling my real name to the world. Throwing all caution to the wind and changing my life for good.

  I decided it wasn’t quite fair to my family. While I’m not particularly close to my brother or sister, I am quite partial to my nieces and nephews and I couldn’t picture the looks on their faces if my secrets were revealed and my true identity widely known.

  I think sometimes it is still possible that they will stumble across these stories someday and recognize their Aunt in some fashion. Then I think that the odds of their associating the wild and wanton ways of “Sassy Summer” with the Aunt who would never even wear a bikini in front of them would be akin to winning the lottery without buying a ticket. Not going to happen.

  Then again, I had no idea just how wild and wanton things were going to get.

  I was a simple fortyish average housewife. Not going to win any beauty pageants, but I hadn’t given up on trying to keep a little pride in my appearance, or in my marriage. Right up until the day about eighteen months ago when my husband of almost twenty years told me he was trading me in on a younger, sportier model. Not his exact words of course, but they might as well have been. To say I was shocked would be an understatement of epic proportions.

  Things had never been particularly exciting in the bedroom, or in our marriage in general, but they were comfortable. That was the word that described our marriage and our life together the best. We rarely fought, nothing more serious than the usual complaints of a long marriage, such as a toilet seat left up leading to a wet ass in the middle of the night. Or his anal personality shining through in the way he scrubbed all our dishes before they were allowed in the dishwasher. I’m sure he had his complaints as well, who doesn’t after almost twenty years of marriage, but if he had them, he kept them to himself.

  Perhaps the ass I mentioned previously had gotten a little wider since we had gotten married, but he never said a word and since I bought most of his clothes over the years, I knew that his waistline had expanded as well.

  Looking back I suppose it is just too easy to get complacent, to get “comfortable” in a marriage, to take each other for granted. It is a sad commentary on marriage perhaps, but I would bet more than half of you out there reading this right now are nodding your heads in agreement, recognizing for yourself the truth in my words.

  Some of you might take that recognition as a wakeup call for your own marriage. If you do, I am more than happy for you. Some of you will recognize the signs of demise in your marriage, or already have, but just don’t care. That is honestly more common than I think most people care to admit to themselves.

  As for myself, I am not sure I really believe in marriage anymore. Or maybe I just can’t see going back to the way things were. Feeling free at the age of – well, at my age, doesn’t just feel good, it feels right.

  Maybe the spark had died in our marriage when we went through the series of miscarriages fifteen years ago. The last one was a fallopian tube miscarriage, ending for us the dream of children of our own.

  The emotional scars that were left behind were much more damaging than the physical ones.

  Sex was never the same for us after that. Where things had once been light and playful, there was now a sense of lingering disappointment and resentment. Maybe it would have been better out in the open where we could deal with it, but neither of us were the type to confront our feelings, choosing instead to hide behind our usual routines and excuses. Sound familiar to any of you?

  2

  After spending the better part of two weeks crying into my ice cream and wine with my best friend Julie, I finally came to the realization that
maybe this was an opportunity instead of a disaster. I had always wondered in the back of my mind what it might be like to be that uninhibited woman capable of having sex just for the sake of pleasure, to be well and truly fucked for once, to be satisfied to the point of exhaustion. Certainly these were things I had never felt in the confines of my marital bed.

  Given how much time I suddenly had on my hands coming home to an empty house, I found myself spending too much time with my hands on myself. While I enjoyed masturbation with a renewed sense of purpose since the separation, it left me feeling empty and unfulfilled. I needed to go out on a date. Except I really didn’t want to date, I wanted to get laid. Crude perhaps, but true.

  Something Julie said one night after too much wine came to mind. She said that the internet had opened up a whole new world for women in terms of finding someone to take care of their needs. Given that she is happily married with three kids, I found the comment somewhat unsettling and quickly dismissed it as nothing more than the wine talking. Her comment stayed in the back of my mind through the next several days though and made me wonder what might be out there.

  I had enough common sense to not just post an ad that said “Looking to get laid” – I would still be sorting through responses and close-up pictures of men’s cocks even now a year later. Those pictures lie by the way, they are never as big in real life as in the photo, something about the angle of the camera.

  After looking through hundreds of ads from men that either wanted “to meet tonight” (translation: desperate) or that were just “looking for someone to talk to” (translation: married), I finally decided on posting an ad that simply said “Seeking something casual, I’m a sure thing, but not easy, I’m going to make you work for it”. I figured that would weed out the “let’s meet tonight” guys and allow me to exchange a few emails with an intelligent man or two. I figured wrong. The sheer volume of “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll walk funny for a week” emails quickly overwhelmed me. Or should I say the sheer volume of “u r so sexy – I have a large dick and you will cum over and over” type of emails overwhelmed me. The lack of intelligent response and simple grammar skills was mind-boggling.