End Game

by Willa Thorne

  All of those fleeting thoughts and memories were interrupted when Jillian approached the front of the church. Travis placed her arm in mine, and then cast me a look that only I would see and understand. There was a slight warning in that look, and then he smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder before he moved to stand at my side. Everything after that seemed a blur, because I could only focus on Jillian.

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  Our wedding reception was at the Central Park Boathouse. Jillian said she had always wanted her wedding reception there, and I made certain to give her every damn thing she wanted for this special day. Personally, I could only fantasize about tearing that white silk and lace from her body and claim her as my wife. It was a struggle to control my thoughts and behave for the remainder of the evening.

  I confess I was apprehensive about dancing at the wedding. I should say that it wasn’t the dancing alone, but it was the tradition of it all. My mother was in the middle of another episode, claiming that she was having another “emotional crisis” and would be unable to attend the wedding. I did not argue with my mother because I did not want her at the wedding in the first place, and certainly did not want this bloody stupid mother and son dance that seemed to be a part of wedding traditions. Jillian had a brilliant idea.

  “Travis is giving me away at the wedding, and instead of having a father and daughter dance, we’re going to have a brother and sister dance. You should dance with Zara.” She had suggested one night. “It can be our own unconventional thing, because we’re… unconventional.”

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  Finally, the hour came when it was time to leave the reception. I nearly yanked her into my waiting silver Benz. I practiced patience as she waved to our family and friends.

  I carried her through the thresh hold of my penthouse. I had a surprise destination for our honeymoon, but tonight, I would take her as my wife.

  I set her down, and admired the beauty before me, without the spectating audience surrounding us. I wanted to rip that fabric from her body and bind her hands with the strewn fabric.

  I couldn’t do that, not tonight. Women save their wedding gowns, right?

  I shook the thoughts from my mind, and pulled her tightly to me. “So gorgeous,” I whispered as I felt the heated skin on her neck against my lips. I pulled her lips to mine and ravenously took her mouth.

  I still wanted to tear the fabric from her body, but no, this time I was going to enjoy unwrapping this gift. My hands raked up and down her back as I pinned her against my body. With silent command, I turned her around and pulled those soft curls to one side. I heard the soft gasp escape her lips as my mouth left a trail of heat down the nape of her neck. My fingers diligently unfastened the silk buttons that lined her lower back. I was unwrapping this silk present with such slowness, much too slow for my own taste, but I was going to enjoy every moment of this and so would she.

  I finally peeled the dress away from her body and gently rested it on the nearby armchair. She stood in an ivory, lace bosque, complete with a matching thong.

  Goddamn, more unwrapping. I couldn’t hide the wolfish grin on my face as I continued peeling more lace from the heat of her skin. I could tell by the crimson flush of her cheeks that she was ready to be taken. Once her body was free from the confines of traditional bridal lingerie, my lips trailed a path from her neck, down her stomach. I could smell her sweet arousal. I needed a taste.

  She silently stood at the foot of the bed as I kissed up her inner thigh, and then sensuously kissed the folds between her thighs. A soft moan left her, and her knees nearly buckled as my tongue moved over that sweet, delicate wet clit. I licked and sucked, savoring every taste. I felt her thighs quiver as I nibbled lightly. My grasp on her hips was dominating and she wasn’t going anywhere unless I let her, but I figured she’d be more comfortable on the bed. Very gently, I guided her closer to the bed and lay her down. She lie on her back and looked up at me with a flushed face; her chest heaved deeply.

  “Open your legs for me, darling.”

  She obliged and I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking every bit of her. My tongue slid along the inside of her glistening cunt, savoring her taste. Her moans became more whimpery. Bloody hell. I love those sounds she makes. My tongue circled around her swollen clit, just so I could hear those sounds amplified.

  “I want your pleasure, darling,” I coaxed in a gentle growl as I slid two fingers inside her and pumped furiously. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. “Give it to me.”

  Her breathing was erratic, and I felt her tighten as I picked up the pace, drilling into her. Her hands clenched the duvet on the bed as her moans grew louder.

  “Give it to me. Now.”

  Within a few seconds, she released around my fingers. I felt her muscles flex as she pressed her head against the duvet. I withdrew my fingers and licked around her clit, enjoying her taste. Once she had calmed down, I undressed myself and then I kissed up her body.

  There was a dull ache in my cock. I grasped her hands and held them above her head as I kissed her mouth sensuously.

  “Do you taste yourself on me, my darling?”

  “Yes.” Her dark eyes locked with my own and were filled with such lust and love. I felt her writhe slightly beneath me as I rubbed my cock against the sensitive wetness between her thighs. I massaged her like this, and watched her close her eyes from the pleasure. I kept her wrists grasped in one binding handful as I continued stroking her like this.

  “Open your legs more, sweetheart. I’m going to take you as my wife.” She complied and in one swift, deep stroke, my cock was buried to the hilt.

  She let out a trembling breath. I began moving in and out, thrusting deeply as I felt every inch of her slick insides. My wife. She moaned with every thrust I gave her; I tried to be gentle, I really did- but those noises she made beneath me only triggered me further. My tempo increased. I lifted her legs her ankles were draped over my shoulders, and I was balls-deep inside her tightness. I felt her orgasm around my cock, and then I released deeply inside her.

  “Fuck…” I gasped as I collapsed on top of her.

  “Oh, you’re such a romantic,” she teased once we’d both calmed down. I felt her delicate fingers rake through my hair.

  “Of course. That’s why you married me.” I smirked.

  She only laughed lightly.

  I finally rolled off her and pulled her close to me. She lay on her side, facing me, but it wasn’t long before she was in a half-sleep state. I admired the beauty beside me. My light. My wife. If folks had predicted two years ago that I would marry little Ms. Jillian Pryor, I would have laughed and called it bollocks. Life can be a fucking amazing thing at times, and I’d never stopped to realize that until Jillian tore down my walls. I grew up believing that I didn’t deserve happiness, or that love could be this meaningful. And now, I understand fully what it means to love and be loved. I know what it means to be content- happy, actually. I’m not saying every moment will be this fucking perfect, but she’ll be worth all the bad times, along with the good. She’s everything to me.

  19. Mason Woodward

  I slept very lightly, hardly at all actually. I watched my beautiful wife sleep softly. The sun came up just over the horizon, which cast a glow on her gorgeous face. I glanced at the clock, and noted that it was nearly nine in the morning. Our close family and friends would be meeting us downstairs in the dining hall for a breakfast. I had plans of my own, and I have been looking forward to this moment for the last month.

  I raked my fingers through her dark auburn tresses and waited for her to wake. Her eyelids fluttered and then I saw those dark eyes looking up at me.

  “Morning,” she murmured, still sleepy.

  “Good morning. I hope I didn’t exhaust you too much,” I couldn’t help but smirk.

  “I feel fine, but I’m a little sore between my thighs.” She sat up in the bed with a glint in her dark eyes as she kept her gaze on mine.

  Th
e simple statement sent a rush to my cock, but we both glanced at the clock.

  “We have to be downstairs in ten minutes!” She gasped. “I told everyone the breakfast was at nine-thirty!” She scrambled out of the bed.

  “Why did you request something so early in the morning when you knew I’d keep you up the whole night?” I grinned with a tease. I watched her ass move as she scrambled to find something suitable to wear.

  Perfect.

  She laughed and glanced over her shoulder. “Actually, Zara and Elyse organized this. I tried to pick the latest hour I could get away with!”

  We both freshened and presented ourselves as decent as possible. Jillian pulled her gorgeous hair into a ponytail and slipped into a quarter-sleeve cotton dress. We left our hotel suite and met everyone in the dining hall.

  Mrs. Pryor and Travis appeared weary, but were smiling. They were standing with Jillian’s Aunt Mel and Uncle Joe and their teenage daughter, Allie. Zara was standing with Piper and Elyse.

  Jackson was not present.

  “Hi lovers!” Elyse cooed. “You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning.”

  “Oh Ly. Just stop.” Jill laughed with a deep crimson flush to her cheeks.

  Breakfast was served and everyone laughed and talked as we dined. Quite honestly, it was a blur. I had my mind on other things.

  Once the china had been cleared, I stood. All eyes turned on me. Most of the people present, knew what I was about to say.

  “Most of you know already what I’m going to say. Jillian and I would like to thank you for celebrating our special time with us…”

  Bollocks. I’d known what I was going to say for the last month. I’ve given hundreds of public speeches in the past. Suddenly, especially with Jillian’s eyes on me, I slipped and my mind went blank. I could only focus on one thing.

  “Oh, get on with it, Mason.” Zara smiled and then sipped her mimosa.

  Everyone laughed, but the words had left me. I cleared my throat and looked down at Jillian. I took her hand within mine.

  “I had an entire thank you speech prepared, but I’ll get down to the point.”

  “You don’t have to make everything so formal. This isn’t a business meeting.” Jillian laughed.

  I smiled and looked at her again. “Most everyone knows what I’m about to say. Jillian, for the last several months, you have stood by me, even when it was difficult for you to do it. I know I’m not an easy person to deal with most of the time.”

  She gave me a quizzical look.

  “You’ve been asking me to take you to London. And I thought there was no better time for you to see where I’ve grown up than now.”

  I watched her eyes flare open and her mouth dropped open. A huge smile lit up her face.

  “We’re going to London? You’re finally, actually going to take me?” She looked at Elyse, and then Zara. Travis only grinned. I had told him my plans well over a month ago.

  “When do we leave?” Jillian asked as she stood. She wrapped her arms around my frame. I held her closely.

  “Tonight,” I smiled. Thanks to Ian’s timing, I did not have to sell everything I had inherited, including the company plane or my residence in London.

  Jillian’s hand flew to her mouth and she bounced in her shoes. She pulled away slightly, only so she could look up at me.

  “Am I going to meet your mother?”

  Bloody hell. After all this time, I was going to bring her to London, finally. And she had to ask about my mum.

  Zara and I exchanged glances and I could see the small frown on her face.

  “Actually, our mother will not be there. She’s gone on a short holiday to Mumbai.” Zara’s green eyes darted to mine.

  This was news to me.

  “Sorry. She sent me a text message just before the wedding to say she was having a mental crisis and needed a holiday to see her family.” Zara explained with great discomfort, and then swallowed the remains of her mimosa.

  I could pretend that my mother’s behavior didn’t hurt. But it did, even if it was just a pinch. Jillian reached over and squeezed my hand and the simple gesture eased the slight ache.

  I turned to my wife. “It will just be the two of us. I’ll show you everything you want to see. I’ll give you the grand tour.”

  Her face lit up the room and she kept her arms wrapped tightly around my torso.

  “Oh wow. I’m so excited! I’ve never been anywhere but New York and Ohio! This will be my first real vacation! Our first real holiday together!” She was radiant as she gazed up at me. “Can we visit the London Bridge and ride those London buses with the double floors?”

  “Why do you want to take public transportation? I do have car.” I laughed and cast my sister a glance. She appeared as confused as I was.

  “It’s not the same!” Jillian laughed, and I could only shake my head.

  “Mason, just go with it.” Elyse offered her advice.

  “I’ll also take you to the London Eye, at night.” I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Of course, after I give you the grand tour.” My tone was suggestive, and I felt her catch her breathe at my dark promises I whispered into her ear.

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  I was nervous about bringing my new wife home to England and I wasn’t certain why I felt this way at first. I watched her look out the window as the plane was preparing to land in Heathrow. I don’t recall ever being as mesmerized as she was about the view. She gasped and awed over the view as we neared Heathrow. I was enraptured by her transparency; she held nothing back.

  “I think I see the clock tower!” She breathed in deeply as she gazed out the window. She glanced at me over her shoulder, and then turned back to the window.

  Her reaction to this entire trip was entertainment enough for me. Her response to everything caused me to realize how numb I had become to everything over the years. I felt like I was experiencing everything for the first time through her.

  I had my Aston Martin delivered to the airport, so I could drive her around the city myself. For the first few days at least, I wanted to have her entirely to myself. This was supposed to be our honeymoon, after all.

  I brought her back to the small residence I keep in Soho. I bought this flat in my younger days because it was closer to the trendier bars and clubs; the drinks and women served as a perfect distraction from my weekend business visits with my father. As I let Jillian through the front door, it hit me how lonely I had been in this place until now.

  The front lights flicked on automatically as we stepped in through the door. I watched Jillian glance around.

  “This is where you spend your time in London?” She asked with awe in her voice.

  “This is where I sleep when I am visiting,” I answered. “I plan to sell it soon, and buy a place where we can build new memories together.”

  I watched her walk around the flat. Her heels clacked lightly on the dark marble floor as she took in the modern, masculine appearance of my state-of-the-art bachelor pad.

  She was captivating as she took in the sight. I followed her as she walked around.

  “Are you going to give me a tour?” She asked with a huge smile.

  “Come here,” I responded, pulling her small frame tightly against mine. “I’m going to give you a tour, but I’ll be fucking you at the same time.”

  Her dark eyes widened, and the heat spread to her cheeks. “I’m going to hear you gasping and moaning for me as I take you in every room of my flat.”

  I locked my hand around her wrists and pulled her in the direction of my bedroom. I kicked open the door, since my hands were wrapped around her wrists.

  Her dress was the first thing to go. The rip of fabric met our ears. The emerald cotton of her dress fell to the polished cherry wood at her feet as I tore it from her body.

  I looked down at her, the hot need pressing within me.

  “This is the bedroom,” I whispered gruffly. “We’ll start the tour here.”

  I kept her wrists clasped ab
ove her head and raked in the sight of her delicious nude curves.

  My wife.

  I let go of her wrists, but not without an order. “Keep your arms just like that, above your head.”

  She nodded as our eyes locked. The desire was written all over her flushed face.

  I circled around her slowly, drinking in her beauty.

  “I remember the first time I saw you. The first time I truly laid eyes on you when you exited the Starbucks just after calling me. Do you remember that night?” I felt my breath caress her ear, and I trailed my fingers down the nape of her neck. She leaned in toward my touch and closed her eyes.

  “How could I not remember that night?” She answered as her dark eyes followed my every move.

  I felt my lips twitch into a slight smile and my hand caressed the other side of her neck. “I couldn’t believe the sight before me. I thought, ‘my God. She’s beautiful.’”

  She inhaled deeply, and her legs quivered slightly. I wasn’t even touching her yet.

  Without a word, I pushed her onto the bed, and she landed on her back. Her bare legs remained dangled over the bed, and I took her ankles within my grasp. Tenderly, slowly yet hungrily, I trailed kisses from her ankles, up her calves, over her knees, up her inner thighs.

  Her breathing became a little more erratic as I moved ever-so-slowly up her inner thighs, closing in on her wet heat. I could already smell her arousal, and it fueled the fiery need that stirred within me. With two hands, I tore the violet lace from her hips.

  I watched her writhe with need against the duvet. Without a word, I flipped her onto her stomach. With shreds of her purple lace, I bound her wrists firmly against the iron rails of the headboard.

  “Does this remind you of old times?” I smirked.