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by Brook Wilder

“We might not have a lot of things here,” she answered with a sigh. “But the clear nights and the thunderstorms take your breath away.”

  “I believe it,” Vittorio said, stretching out on the blanket. “Come here.”

  Sharon kicked off her shoes. But, instead of laying down beside him, she straddled his waist instead, peering down at his face.

  “Have you ever had sex under the stars?”

  A grin slowly appeared on his face.

  “Not one that I care to remember.”

  “Good answer,” she said, leaning down to kiss his lips. “Can I be that one you remember then?”

  He brought his hands up to frame her face, his gaze tender.

  “You will always be the one I fucking remember, Sharon. I feel like I have been wasting my time until I met you.”

  She smiled, running her hands over his chest lightly. He always knew the right words to say, but it was more than words between them. There were deep rooted feelings she felt every time he touched her, the way that he held her at night after the romp in their bed, like she was the most important person in his life.

  And she believed it.

  With a grin, she slid her hands under his shirt, touching his warm skin.

  “I believe I am going to pop your cherry tonight, city boy.”

  He took his hands and tucked them behind his head, a lazy grin on his face.

  “Let’s see what you got, country girl.”

  Sharon gave him a wink and slid her shirt over her head, hearing his sharp intake as she undid the clasp on her bra. She felt bold with Vittorio, comfortable that no matter what she did he would never laugh at her.

  Not now.

  “Fuck,” he said softly, gazing at her breasts. “You aren’t playing.”

  “I’m not,” she said, emboldened to push his hands back down when he reached for her.

  With a wiggle, she pressed against his cock, feeling her own body jump start in return. She would never grow tired of this between them.

  Vittorio’s eyes grew warm with need as she slid back far enough to work on his belt, successfully tugging his jeans down over his hips until his hard cock sprang out. The sharp intake of her breath at the sight matched the white-hot heat that was pooling in her lower half, her panties already wet with anticipation.

  Thank god she had worn a skirt.

  Vittorio’s eyes dilated as she slid those panties down her legs before throwing them aside, positioning herself until her pussy was nearly touching his cock.

  “Are you ready?” she asked softly.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, watching her every move.

  Sharon slowly slid her body over his, feeling him fill her to the core, tightly sheathed inside. She nearly orgasmed on the spot, gasping as Vittorio shifted his hips slightly.

  “Not fair,” she breathed.

  “You are not playing fucking fair,” he growled, his hands finding her hips. “God, you are so tight.”

  She whimpered as she started to move, feeling her own juices multiply tenfold as she slid down over his pulsating cock. She had wanted to tease him, but instead she was torturing her own self.

  “Yes,” Vittorio urged, his hips meeting her every move. “That’s it baby.”

  Sharon let out a soft cry as she orgasmed all over him, her own movements becoming frenzied in nature as she never wanted to lose the warmth spreading through her body. Vittorio groaned as he started to rock against her, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing her nipples painfully, sending Sharon into another orgasm. Sharon sobbed as her body took over, her legs shaking as she met his thrusts, throwing her head back to allow him better entrance. She didn’t care about the sounds, about what her parents might hear.

  She was a woman in love.

  “Fuck,” Vittorio swore, pounding into her until he shot into her with a groan, his body stiffening under her. Sharon fell on top of his chest, her breath harsh in her ears as she struggled to get control of her body, listening to Vittorio’s heartbeat pound against her cheek.

  They lay there for a moment, the silence falling back around them, a slight breeze cooling their skin.

  “Damn,” Vittorio said after a moment, his voice hoarse. “Had I known this was a possibility, I would have brought you home sooner.”

  Sharon laughed and snuggled against him, feeling his hands drift over her body. It didn’t matter where she was at, as long as he was with her.

  Chapter 25

  Vittorio

  Eight Months Later

  Vittorio adjusted the cuffs of his tux, looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He was a handsome bastard typically, but in a fucking tux? He was fucking gorgeous.

  “You ready?” Marcello said from behind, clearing his throat. “There’s still time to run you know. I have a car waiting out front.”

  Vittorio laughed as he turned, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

  “No fucking amount of coercion would ever get me to run today.”

  Marcello winked.

  “I know, but I felt like I had to say it. Damn man, you are getting married today.”

  Vittorio grinned, unable to help himself. He was biting the bullet and putting a ring on his finger, taking himself off the market officially. In reality, he had been off the market the day he met Sharon.

  “Let’s do this.”

  Marcello nodded and opened the door, stepping out first. Together they walked to their spots, next to the officiant. Above, the sun shone brightly, the smell of roses in the air. Their guests were seated before him, a mixture of some of his family and hers. Probably more of his family, considering they were in New York and the number of dark suits that were surrounding the rooftop space.

  Still, Vittorio had to give it to Sharon’s parents. They hadn’t even batted an eye when they had put them up in an expensive penthouse suite and Vittorio had gotten a hug, a fucking hug, from her father.

  The music swelled, and Vittorio’s mouth suddenly became dry as he saw Sharon at the end of the aisle, dressed in a tight fitting wedding gown, flaring like a princess gown at her waist. Her hair was down, with flowers weaving in and out of her curls. But it was the tears streaming down her face that stopped his heart, causing him to clear his throat at the sudden emotion.

  With each step, Vittorio felt more emotion, surprised when his vision became blurred and he was forced to wipe his eyes. This was the woman who had come to him in the unlikeliest of ways, interrupted his life, and forced him to think about what was important. She had fucking stolen his heart without even realizing it and gave him cause for a future, with her.

  Sharon reached her spot before him and he gazed at her gorgeous face before taking his fingers and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

  “No tears today.”

  She smiled.

  “I’m sorry. I just… I’m so happy. I can’t believe we are doing this.”

  Vittorio took a step closer to her, his smile tender.

  “I don’t know why we waited so long.”

  Her expression softened, and he leaned down to brush his lips over hers.

  “Excuse me. It isn’t time to be kissing the bride.”

  Vittorio straightened, giving a sheepish grin to the officiant.

  “Sorry. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I couldn’t help it.”

  The officiant smiled.

  “Well, let’s get you married then.”

  Vittorio took Sharon’s hands in his, squeezing them gently as the officiant started the wedding, his eyes locked on hers. This was the woman who would be by his side for the rest of his life, the one who would give him children and would hold his hand during the good times and the bad times.

  He couldn’t think of anyone else he would rather share his life with.

  ***

  The music pumped through the ballroom as Vittorio dragged his new wife through the crowd, nodding to their guests who were having a great time on his dime.

  Not that he cared.

  He had catered to Sharon’s
every whim, telling her that money was no object when it came to their wedding and reception, and had even turned down Bill’s offer to pay for it. And, tonight, they would jet off to Italy for a week of rest and relaxation. He couldn’t wait to show Sharon the country.

  “Are you sure they won’t miss us?” Sharon was asking as he found an exit, throwing it open.

  “I promise,” Vittorio answered, spying a door ahead of them. “Besides your husband needs you.”

  Sharon sighed happily.

  “I can’t believe we actually got married.”

  Vittorio felt the foreign circle around his finger, grinning all the same. Sharon had told him that he didn’t have to wear a ring, but he had insisted. He wanted everyone to know he was married and happy.

  They reached the door and he tried the knob, glad when it turned easily in his hand.

  “It’s a supply closet,” Sharon said. “Thank god I changed out of the other gown or we wouldn’t have fit.”

  Vittorio spun her into the closet and shut the door, trapping her between his body and the closed door.

  “I would have made us fit. God, I want you so badly.”

  Her hand found his cheek in the dark and caressed it.

  “I love you.”

  Vittorio’s hands were already on her hips, sliding the white sheath up.

  “I love you too, Mrs. Contarini.”

  She moaned as he found her lace panties, pushing them aside so he could slide his finger inside.

  “You are already wet.”

  “I’ve been thinking about our honeymoon,” she admitted, moving against his finger. “I don’t think I want to wait until then.”

  “Good,” Vittorio groaned, his hand going to his fly, pushing the tuxedo pants down so he could replace his finger with his aching cock.

  Sharon moaned as he picked her up, sliding her up the door so he could position himself under her. Her hands found his hair and his mouth found hers, swallowing her cries as he moved under her. He didn’t care who heard them.

  Sharon slid her arms around his neck as he pounded into her wet pussy, feeling her orgasm squeeze the life out of his cock with each thrust. After a night apart, he was ready to make up for the lost time.

  “Oh god,” Sharon breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Vittorio.”

  “Sharon,” he growled as he let go, pouring his cum into her, his wife.

  Fuck yeah that sounded real good.

  THE END

  SAMPLE: Bought

  Chapter 1

  Cassie

  “No, not again.”

  I ran out of my small townhouse, slamming the door shut behind me, and bolted for my car. I looked at the time on my wristwatch and groaned.

  Late, again!

  I'd been in Eden for eight days. It was my sixth shift at the general hospital, and the third in a row I was going to be late for. I hadn’t studied for years to become a nurse only to be late for work every morning, especially when I had just started at a new hospital in a new town.

  People depended on me. Lives depended on me. I wasn’t a doctor, but I made a vital difference each day. And although the graveyard shift wasn’t the best one to work, it was the worst one to be late for. The nurses who had been working all day were looking forward to going home and enjoying their Friday night plans.

  I remembered my Friday nights before I moved to Eden, before my world was thrown into a downward spiral, before I found them together. Now, twice a month, my Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday nights were going to be spent working the graveyard shift at Eden Memorial General Hospital. And every off-week I would be working those days from sun-up to sun-down. A vast change from how my weekends used to be.

  I had to laugh. Because, if I didn’t, I would cry.

  I mumbled a few curse words under my breath as I took off down the street, faster than the speed limit allowed. I hit the corner sooner than I anticipated and slammed on my brakes, just in time to see him. He curved lazily around the corner on his bike at his usual fast but controlled speed. His eyes locked with mine for a brief moment as he passed, before he rode off down the street.

  “Just breathe,” I sighed.

  He was gorgeous. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome was panties-wetting gorgeous! From his tall lithe height to his muscles, to the tattoos covering almost every inch I could see of his body, which left me curious as to what lay underneath the clothes. And then there was the dark piercing look he always gave me when our eyes met. It was intense, and I wondered if he looked at everyone like that.

  I blushed at the thought. He didn’t know me from the next stranger, so of course the look he gave me wasn’t reserved for me alone. I shook my head, feeling embarrassed. We were far too different for us ever to have anything in common anyway. But, God! I wanted so bad to know his name, and to see if he had any more tattoos.

  Since the day I first set eyes on him, while I was carrying boxes from my car to my new place, I’d wanted to get on the back of his bike, wrap my arms around him, and ride away like they did in the movies. It was a silly fantasy and made no sense at all outside my wishful thinking.

  I reached the next intersection, which gave me the choice of the main road into town or the back road, which was at least ten minutes faster. I quickly rechecked the clock. The main road meant twenty-three minutes late and the back road thirteen minutes late. Maybe fifteen because I didn’t know that road very well. The decision was a no-brainer. I put my foot down again, swinging around the corner faster than I should have, to take the back road to work.

  Apart from the soft purr coming from the engine, the car was quiet. I’ve never liked traveling with music on. Once upon a time I did, but since I started working full-time I’ve taken advantage of having peace and quiet as often as possible.

  Ring, ring, ring.

  The phone startled me. I hoped it wasn’t my boss. I rifled through my handbag on the passenger seat. Without slowing or taking my eyes off the road for more than a second, I managed to grab it and, without checking the caller ID, accepted the call.

  “I know! I’m late. I’m sorry,” I began. There was no point beating around the unavoidable bush.

  “Cass? You okay?”

  Only four people have ever called me Cass instead of Cassie, and not one of them was my boss.

  I let out an exasperated sigh.

  “What do you want, Pearl?”

  My sister was one of the very last people I wanted to speak to right now. Since I’d found my fiancé balls deep in her – the very same fiancé who, along with myself, was supposed to be saving himself for our wedding night – it’s been more an effort than a delight to talk to her. She and Josh - one of the other people who call me Cass - are the main reason I moved to Eden in the first place.

  “I wanted to see how you are,” Pearl said. “I miss you?”

  She sounded solemn, and for a moment I felt guilty for having been so blunt with her when she called.

  “I’m doing just fine,” I replied. “How are you?”

  “Yeah, I’m doing okay. How’s the new job?”

  “Yeah, it’s good. I like the hospital, and everyone is great. The patients are also very kind too – most of the time.” I smiled for a second. “I’m also late. You probably know that though.”

  She laughed.

  “Yeah, you did sound a little flustered when you picked up the phone. Meet any cute guys yet?”

  My sexy neighbor with the godlike body, I wanted to say, but didn’t.

  The guy was gorgeous. But after having saved myself for Josh and having had our wedding all planned out for so long, to catch him screwing my sister had been a punch to the gut. The thought of falling in love, or even trying to find someone to love, seemed so distasteful it made me sick.

  “To say I have given up on love would be an understatement,” I replied eventually with a heavy sigh.

  “Oh, Cass, don’t be like that. You can’t give up.”

  Her voice was sad, and I knew she
was genuinely contrite, but I still couldn’t find it in me to say anything in reply.

  “I really think things are going to start looking up for you.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I replied hastily. "Look, I’m about to pull into work,” I lied. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  I hung up before either of us could say anything more.

  “Oh, no. What the …”

 

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