by E. Jamie
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CONTENTS
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
About the Author
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Till Death Do Us Part
Copyright © June 2009, E. Jamie
Cover art by Missy Lyons © June 2009
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Dedication
For my mom, who always knew.
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Chapter One
She was a married woman now. Sara shivered, more from delight than the open window of the convertible. It was too chilly to take the top down, but the air through her side felt good. It rushed past her, blowing her hair away from her face. Sara closed her eyes and let the wind fill her lungs.
"I thought Marty was never gonna stop crying,” her husband remarked from the driver's seat.
She smiled and turned to study the man she had bound herself to willingly for the rest of her days. His blond hair was smoothed off his forehead, and he stayed focused on the road ahead of them. He had shaved today. The lack of stubble made him look younger than his twenty-one years. “I bet you he still is,” she said with a laugh.
"So, Mrs. Nolan, here we are,” Connor announced, pulling his grey BMW up to the Irish bed-and-breakfast where they were to spend their honeymoon. It was an out-of-the-way place, more out of necessity than preference, but Sarah was happy. Nobody knew they had gotten married except Connor's four closest guy friends and his family, all present at the wedding just four hours ago. Nobody else had been invited, especially not Sara's parents.
He stopped the rental car in front of the small cottage and grabbed their luggage from the trunk. She took one case from him, and they made their way up to the light oak porch. After the wedding, she had changed into a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a ruffled heart-shaped neckline. Her strappy silver sandals made hollow sounds on the wood, announcing their arrival.
"Mr. and Mrs. Nolan,” Connor stated placing his arms on the dark, polished counter after following Sara inside.
She took a look around the room that served as the lobby while she played with the new rings on her finger, getting used to the square-cut diamond with the smaller diamonds down each side and the platinum band underneath it.
It looked more like the cottage's den had been converted to a lounge area. A long, soft, peach couch was in the middle surrounding a small round dark wood table. A TV was playing some old black-and-white movie. White carpet spread across the floor, and landscape pictures hung on the eggshell-hued walls. Sara liked it here. It wasn't glamorous or flashy like some of the places she stayed at with Connor when they had been sneaking around on her family. It was soft and welcoming. A couple of sliding doors showed the view of cliffs that would lead down to the ocean. Of course, Sara thought with a smile. Connor would want to be near the water.
"Right this way, honey.” A plump woman with thick red curls pulled back from her face rushed toward them.
Sara smiled at her.
"Mary will show you where you'll be sleeping,” the man behind the front desk told them. His blue eyed gaze moved from them to the red haired woman. “Where's Jake?” With a warm grin, he looked back at Connor. “He'll take your bags"
"No, that's okay. We'll take them,” Connor assured him, following Mary who led them to the stairs.
The banister was painted white and had gleaming brown trim, and Sara ran her fingers along the smooth shining surface while she followed Connor. The stairs were carpeted with an apricot color dotted with violets, which added to the homey atmosphere.
"Breakfast is served at eight a.m. sharp,” Mary informed them when they reached the top of the stairs.
"Uh, we'll be sleeping in late so we'll just grab something on our own."
Sara saw that Mary understood his meaning when she smiled and winked at him. Sara blushed and felt a stab of nervousness at the reminder that this was her wedding night.
Mary turned away from them once they reached the white door to their room. Connor put his bags down, and Sara did the same. He unlocked it and turned the brass doorknob. She walked through the doorway, and Connor grabbed her hand, pulling her back out. “What?"
"This.” He scooped her up in his arms causing her to squeal in surprise. He took one long, dramatic step over the threshold. “Bad luck to forget that."
"Oh, I see.” Sara laughed. She lowered her head and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He deepened it before she could catch her breath, and Sara felt the promise of the passion raging within him, and it left her shaken. He held onto the back of her head with his palm and let his tongue tease her. He gave a moan of reluctance and began to pull away. She blinked, dazed as she stared into his eyes.
Connor caught sight of the bucket of champagne on the white rectangular table propped against the wall beside the bed. “Shall we?” He eased her down to the dark brown carpet.
Sara slipped out of her shoes and let her feet revel in the softness.
The floral theme continued with the bed linens. The comforter was white with brown thick lines. Brown and yellow tulips dotted the turned down blanket and pillowcases. The white sheets gleamed in invitation.
"Pour me a glass. I'll be right back,” she promised, grabbing her white satin and lace nightgown from her suitcase and disappearing into the bathroom.
She had wanted to wait. At first, he had tried everything including begging to get her to change her mind, but she had held him off. She had wanted to lose her virginity to him on their wedding night.
"How do you know we'll get married?” he had asked a month after they began dating.
"We will.” A sly smile had spread across her face when she added, “But that doesn't mean we can't do other things."
He had taught her to take him into her mouth, and it hadn't taken long for her to get the hang of it. She smiled when she recalled the first time he shocked her when he'd released in her mouth without warning. Neither one of them had been ready for that. When it happened, Sara lifted her gaze to him, surprised. He had stared apologetically back at her. “I couldn't stop. I'm sorry."
Sara's mouth was full of his release. Salty, thick, she'd thought as she swirled her tongue around the liquid, but not bad. Connor had watched her to see what she would do. Sara knew she had two choices. She could spit it out, or she could swallow him down. She had swallowed, and Connor told her he'd fallen in love with her irrevocably in that moment. He had shown her just how to squeeze him and stroke. For a few weeks, that had been enough until Connor wanted to taste her. She had
offered her mouth to him, and he shook his head.
"Sara, not your mouth."
Her eyes flew open in surprise. “You want to ... why?"
"Don't you want me to?"
"I ... I don't know. Isn't that bad?” she asked, her cheeks flaming. She wanted to kill her parents for making her so uptight about sex.
"I love you, Sara. Nothing we do is bad,” he had said to assure her.
She had kept her eyes closed tight when the first touch of his tongue had met her folds. Her hips had jerked shocked. He'd tasted her with lazy strokes of his tongue until the pressure was almost unbearable, and she was moaning above him, wanting, needing. Sara had arched against him, greedy and no longer nervous.
She looked at herself in the mirror now and searched for some sign that showed she wasn't the same. She didn't look married. Maybe afterward I'll look different. After ... it. Sara trembled and gripped the edges of the beige porcelain sink to try to stop her trembling. This is insane! I love him. I trust him. Fuck, it's gonna hurt like hell. Connor would laugh at that. She never swore, another product of her high-class upbringing. No, don't think about them tonight. They have no place in my life. Not after what they tried to do. Sara pushed all thoughts of her parents out of her mind and slipped the long white satin nightgown over her head, and it fell in a soft, caressing wave down her body and hugged her small curves. I'm too skinny. He's gonna think I'm too boney. Damn it, Sara! Shut up and go make love to your husband! I can't! I'm a big, fat chicken! She sat on the edge of the tub, stared at the peach carpet, and then squeezed her eyes shut. “I'm such a—"
"Hey, Sara, did you drown in there?” Connor called from the other side of the door.
She jumped at the sound of his voice. “I'm coming out,” she announced in a choked voice. She forced herself to turn the knob and walk into the bedroom.
"Nervous?” Connor asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Not really,” she said, defiantly lifting her chin.
"Liar,” he said with a soft smile.
"God, I'm shaking."
He brought her into his arms and held her against his chest until her breathing returned to normal. She suddenly pulled back, noticing his clothes. “Why are you still dressed?
"I thought I'd let you take them off,” he whispered.
"I really wish we'd already done this. I wouldn't be so nervous tonight."
"No, you'd have been this nervous that night,” Connor pointed out.
"Yeah, but at least it would've been over with."
"Baby, this isn't something you're going to ‘get over with.’ You're going to enjoy yourself. I promise."
"Connor, you forget that I've already seen you. It's gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pouted.
He burst out laughing. “You must really be scared if you're swearing. I'm sorry, it's not funny.” He struggled to compose himself. “It won't be all bad, I swear. I'll make it good for you."
"It's not only that I'm worried about. What if I don't know what to do?"
"Don't worry about it. It'll come to you,” he told her.
"Everybody always says that! You've seen me dance, Connor. I've got no rhythm at all,” Sara said. She was stalling for all she was worth. She could also see in Connor's eyes that he knew it. He wouldn't let her stall any longer.
"Sara, I want to make love to my wife,” he said, his voice soft but firm.
"That's the first time I've ever heard you call it that. Usually you call it fucking,” she remarked, surprised.
"Oh, I'm not gonna fuck you tonight."
"You're not?"
"No, tonight we'll make love. Other times we'll make love too, but I want you to get used to me before I thoroughly fuck your brains out,” he informed her with a smug smile.
Her eyes widened, but she also felt an answering flutter between her legs. Maybe she'd like that afterward. Her body sure seemed to enjoy the idea. She already felt herself grow wet for Connor. Thank God. Her body was ready, and her brain was catching up. She lifted herself on her toes and pulled his head down to kiss her. His lips met hers, not just as her boyfriend, but now a man that was about to become her lover in the fullest sense of the word. This kiss was different, deeper. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, easing her fears even while her heart tripled its racing beat. This is it.
Sara gave a small moan when Connor's mouth moved expertly with hers. His hands traveled down along her arms to take her hands and link his fingers with hers.
He lifted his head; his lips moist from their kiss. He gave her a small smile. “If you don't calm down you're going to pass out,” he warned.
"I don't exactly equate your touch with calmness,” she said, her voice trembling.
He pulled away from her embrace and flung himself on the bed on his back. “Okay, then. I'm not going to touch you."
"This is going to be very difficult to pull off if we're not touching,” she informed him with a wry grin.
"You're going to touch me, Sara. Do whatever you like. Ravish me, baby!” He threw an arm over his forehead dramatically.
Sara stared at him in disbelief. “You're serious?"
His eyes met hers. “Take my clothes off."
She moved a leg over him to straddle him. With a leg on either side of his hips, she leaned down and brought her mouth to his. She eased her tongue into his mouth and tasted the champagne they had drunk earlier. She trailed her fingers along his jaw while she feasted on his mouth and then slid them into his hair, feeling the silkiness of the blond strands in contrast with the slight stiffness of hair gel. She moved lower to rain kisses on his jaw. She felt him sigh against her mouth when her mouth reached his neck. Connor tilted his head back, and she was able to trail her tongue along the length of his throat. She began to undo the first buttons of his shirt exposing the first hint of tanned soft skin. She moved down farther to taste his exposed chest. Her behind came in contact with the bulge in his pants, and he groaned. Surprised, Sara lifted her head, and then she realized what she was propped up against. “Oh, sorry,” she said with a grin, not apologetic in the least.
"Trust me, don't be.” He swallowed hard.
She smiled at him and shifted her behind again, rubbing against the thick bulge.
Connor closed his eyes and swore when she rolled her hips. He pressed his fingers into her hips. “Sara, stop that,” he pleaded, his voice rough with restraint. “This'll be over too soon if you keep that up."
She leaned down and trailed her tongue around one of his nipples. At the same time she stopped her movements and pressed her behind against his hardness, following his order and not moving.
"Fuck, woman,” he panted.
"I knew there must be a reason guys had these,” she joked, playing his nipples with her tongue.
"Sara."
"Now you know, Connor,” she whispered, easing the shirt away from his chest. “Now you know what you do to me.” Sara sucked his nipple into her mouth. He grew thicker against her bottom.
He gasped, and she undid the belt of his pants. She moved lower, and he helped her remove his pants by lifting his hips. The nervousness that had begun to ebb returned now that she was reminded of his size. She kept her eyes down so he wouldn't see the flicker of fear in them and continued to ease the rest of his clothes from his body.
Naked, he lay before her, and Sara studied every curve of muscle. She had never seen him like this, completely naked. They had never stripped down. Sara was afraid it would be too tempting and lead to the final act. Now running her hands over his exposed skin ... God, he was beautiful and hot, she noticed. His skin always felt so hot against her fingertips. Must be all the layers of clothes he wears all the time. His cock strained toward her as if begging for her hand, her mouth, any part of her to claim him. “Connor, do you want me to touch you?” Sara asked.
He nodded, an eager, hungry light in his eyes.
She stroked him, familiar with the velvet heat of his skin. She squeezed her fingers over the tip.
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sp; "Fuck.” Connor groaned.
She teased along his shaft with her short, clear polished fingernails and loved the whimpering sounds he was making. She lowered her head, then said softly to make her hot breath caress the top of his shaft, “Baby, do you want me to take you in my mouth?"
"Yes,” he begged, arching his hips.
She licked just the tip, loving his smoothness.
"More. God, Sara, faster,” Connor groaned when her mouth slipped farther down over his stiffened shaft.
Her mouth tightened halfway down his cock, and she moved her tongue in a swirling fashion over the head.
"Jesus, I love you.” Connor sighed.
She watched the play of emotions over Connor's face, and her heart swelled with satisfaction. She was pleasing him. This at least she knew how to do. She would worry about the rest later.
"Sara, oh please ... Oh God, baby ... Now ... Fuck!"
His cock swelled in her mouth, and she knew that any second now...
She took in as much as she could, and Sara sucked in her cheeks. He cried out when his hot liquid hit the back of her throat in short spurts. His hips bucked against her face, and she swallowed his essence.
He fell back and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he gave her a devilish grin of promise. “Your turn.” He sat up and lifted the white nightgown up over her head. “This goes bye-bye.” He tossed the satin material to the floor. His fingers traced the waistband over her panties. “And so does this."
She lifted her hips and removed the flimsy material. Now that she was completely naked before him, her nervousness returned.
Connor traced the outline of one breast while his gaze traveled the length of her. “Beautiful. I knew you'd be so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. His palms spread over her rib cage.
Sara swallowed hard. His taste was still evident on her tongue. How strange she should feel reassured by something like that. He taught her how to please him. He'd lead her through this too. All she had to do was trust him, and she did, with her heart and soul. “I'm too skinny,” she protested, a little embarrassed.