Bound to Hope: A Forbidden Romance (The Hope Series Book 2)

by K. B. Andrews

  When my calls of passion have quieted, he pulls away from me and wipes my wetness from his black beard as he gets onto his knees. With his eyes locked on me, he unfastens his jeans and works them down his tan, muscular thighs.

  “I can’t wait to sink deep inside of you, angel,” he says, using one hand to roll me over to my stomach. He latches onto my hips and yanks them upward, leaving my ass up in the air. Without warning, he sinks deep inside, filling me completely.

  With his every thrust, my nipples gaze the bed, causing them to harden and tingle with enjoyment. He pounds into me hard and quick. All I hear are the sounds of our skin slapping together, the bed banging off the wall, and my erratic heartbeat. When his hand moves around me, and he grabs a handful of my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, I’m blinded by passion. My climax builds as high as it can before it shatters and breaks over me, washing my mind and body away in pure ecstasy.

  Chapter 20

  Holden

  I’m dead asleep. The room is dark, and Hope’s warm body is pressed against mine. I stir awake when her heat leaves, and the cold settles over me. Forcing my eyes open, I peek around the room. She’s nowhere to be found but I hear the water running in the bathroom. A smile forms on my face when I remember her talking about her checklist yesterday. I know I should’ve had enough of her by now, especially after last night, but I know I’ll never get enough of my angel. I’m always willing and ready for when she needs me.

  I sit up and push the blankets down my still naked body. I stand and walk into the bathroom that’s already hot and filled with steam. I walk through until I can step into the open shower and sneak up behind her. I grab her waist and shout, “Gotcha.”

  She screams and spins around, smacking at my chest. “Don’t do that! You scared the hell out of me!”

  I can’t help but to laugh. “I’m sorry,” I finally say once my laughter dies down. I kiss the back of her shoulder, and she turns her head to peek at me.

  She hands me the bottle of soap and her sponge. “Wash my back?”

  “Anything that means my hands on this gorgeous body.” I take both items and squeeze the liquid soap onto the sponge before lathering up her back. When all the soap is washed from her body, she takes it away and washes me, paying extra close attention to the part of me standing at attention. She removes the shower head and uses it to spray the soap from my body. A look crosses her face. Her dark eyes look at me, the shower head, and back at me. I know exactly what she’s thinking, and it’s confirmed when she leans against the shower wall and lowers the shower head to spray between her legs. When her lips part and a gasp escapes, every muscle in my body hardens with excitement.

  “Hope, what have I told you about playing with what’s mine?”

  Her eyes open and lock on mine. “You need to learn to share, mister.”

  I narrow my eyes on her. “I think someone needs to be punished.”

  A look of surprise covers her face as I reach out and grab her wrist and spin her around. She drops the shower head and it lands at our feet, spraying water up at us. I take her hands in mine and place them on the tiled wall in front of us and urge her feet further apart. Taking my dick in hand, I guide it up between her legs, pushing inside her nice and slow.

  “Oh, Holden,” she whispers.

  I slowly pull out but shove back in quickly and with as much force as I can. Her gasps and moans fill the air around us as I move quickly. Just when she’s about to fall apart, I remove myself from her and finish on the shower floor.

  She spins around to face me. “What was that?”

  I offer up a cocky grin. “What kind of punishment would it be if I let you finish?”

  Her mouth falls open, but no words come out. She’s speechless for the first time in her life. I reach out and shut off the water. “Come on, angel. We have to meet our guests at the airport.” I smack her ass and leave her staring after me. “Don’t get any bright ideas either, or I’ll make you wait even longer.”

  She follows me out of the bathroom. “Seriously, you’re holding out on me?”

  “Yep,” I say with a nod and a smile. “Until tonight anyway.” I turn and grab some fresh clothes.

  When I turn back around, she’s standing there, still completely naked, watching me. I raise my brows in question.

  “Fine,” she says, moving toward her bag. “If you’re going to torture me all day, I’m going to tease you all day.” She reaches in and pulls out a knee length summer dress. With her eyes on mine, she pulls it over her head and turns her back to me for me to zip her up.

  I allow my fingers to skim her soft skin as I pull up the zipper. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  She turns to face me. “Nope, no bra, no panties.” She smiles widely before turning and leaving me staring after her.

  We’re standing in the airport when Lisa, Gary, and Jack walk through the gate. “Where’s Brad?” I ask Hope, trying to keep my mind off what’s under that dress of hers. Or rather what’s not under her dress.

  “He can’t fly in until tomorrow. Just us tonight.” She turns to greet her parents while I greet Jack.

  “Thanks for flying in,” I say, pulling him in for a hug.

  “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Jack says when I release him.

  While Hope and her parents catch up, I talk with Jack. “What? Couldn’t find a date to bring?”

  He rolls his eyes and waves his hand through the air. “Ha, you’re funny. You know if I would’ve brought a date, she would’ve taken it as something it’s not. Much safer this way.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “You’re going to have to settle down one of these days.”

  He looks at me with his brow raised. “That day’s not today.”

  “Hi, Jack. Thanks for coming,” Hope says, leaning in for a hug.

  “Holden, how are you?” Gary says, holding out his hand to shake.

  I place my hand in his. “Very well, and you?” I lean in and give Lisa a hug with a peck on the cheek. “Lisa, all is well?”

  She nods, and Gary speaks up. “Everything’s great, Holden. Thanks for taking care of all this. With my health, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it.”

  I wave him off. “Don’t mention it. What do you say we get you all settled in?”

  We show Lisa and Gary their room and leave them to put their things away. We’re walking Jack to his room when Hope speaks up. “Jack, I hope you don’t mind, but when Brad gets in tomorrow, he’ll be staying in your room since you have double beds. The hotel ran out of rooms, so we couldn’t get everyone their own room.”

  “No, that’s fine,” he says as we step into his room.

  “Let’s just hope that neither of them wants to bring someone back to the room,” I joke.

  Jack sets his duffle on the bed. “What do you guys say to wasting some time in the bar while we wait on dinner?”

  “Don’t you want to put your things away?” I ask, hoping to get a few minutes alone with my fiancée. I know I’m supposed to be holding out, but fuck, knowing there’s nothing under that dress has kept me hard all day long.

  “Na, it’s all good.” He motions toward the door.

  The three of us load up in the elevator. Hope and I stand by the back wall while Jack stands in front of us, watching the floor numbers tick by. With his attention occupied, I slip my hand up the back of Hope’s dress and brush against her bare pussy. She quickly inhales but covers it with a cough when Jack turns to study us.

  When the doors open, and he steps off, she smacks me in the chest with the back of her hand.

  We head into the bar and sit at a table. The waitress approaches us to take our orders, and I notice the way she’s looking Jack up and down. When she walks away, I motion toward her. “I think you have a fan.”

  “What?” he asks, looking up at me.

  I smile. “Did you not see the way she was looking at you?”

  He shakes his head with his bottom lip poke
d out, completely oblivious.

  We sit back and catch up on things. He tells me about the shop—how they’re staying busy and the drama between the guys. I rest my hand on her knee beneath the table. The whole time we’re talking, my hand slowly slides up Hope’s thigh. I’ve been moving it up her leg so slowly, she hasn’t even realized it. When I move it up again, and I’m just an inch away from stretching my fingers out to slide between her folds, she catches on. Her hand comes down on mine, and her eyes cut to me. I can’t hold back my grin.

  She leans in and whispers in my ear. “You think I haven’t noticed, but I did. I just wanted to see how far you thought you’d get in a crowded bar.”

  I turn my head so only she can hear me. “A plan has never backfired on me this badly before.”

  She giggles. “Don’t play with fire and expect to not to get burnt.”

  I roll my eyes back to Jack who’s watching us. “I have a feeling I’m missing something here.” He scratches his head in confusion.

  “Don’t ask.”

  “There you are,” Lisa says, coming to a stop next to our table with Gary at her side. “Are you ready for dinner?”

  I nod and stand. “After you.”

  We all exit the bar and walk through the casino to the restaurant. When we’re seated, Lisa says, “So, Hope, once the wedding is all said and done, what’s next?” She raises her brows like she’s fishing for an answer to the baby question she asked before.

  “Well, we’re going to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon, and when we get back, I have a studio to open.”

  “A studio?” Gary asks.

  Hope nods. “It was Holden’s wedding present to me. Can you believe I’ll have my very own studio?” She’s beaming just from thinking about it.

  “That was very thoughtful, Holden,” Lisa says, looking at me, but she turns her attention quickly back to Hope. “I’d been hoping you’d give up working though. You know, slow down a bit and make time to grow your family.”

  “Mother,” Hope says with annoyance in her voice.

  “What? Is it crazy of me to want grandchildren? What do you think, Holden?”

  Everyone’s eyes are on me now. I swallow down my fear. “All I want is Hope, and I’ll give her anything she asks for. If she wants children, we’ll have children.”

  Lisa rolls her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake.”

  “Lisa,” Gary chastises.

  The waiter comes to our table to take our drink orders, and I’ve never been more relieved.

  Chapter 21

  Hope

  We’re halfway through dinner with my parents and Jack, but sex is all I can think about. Holden uses any excuse to touch me. Each time his hand lingers just a bit longer on my skin. I’m not wearing any panties, and as much as I know that’s turning him on, it’s turning me on too. There’s nothing stopping him from sliding his fingers deep inside me.

  His fingertips slowly move up and down my legs. I notice when he looks over at me and sees how hard my nipples are — they’re poking against the fabric of my dress.

  I can’t take it anymore. I look at Holden and motion toward the restroom before standing. “Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” I stand and walk away from the table. I head into the women’s room and check under the stalls. They’re all empty. I walk back to the door and open it to find Holden nervously looking back and forth between the women’s and men’s rooms, unsure if he should come in.

  I look behind him and make sure nobody’s watching, then wave him forward. He quickly walks in, and I lock the door behind him. When I spin around, he’s facing me with a grin and his hands in his pockets.

  “What’s the matter, angel? Am I getting to you?”

  I arch an eyebrow and look at his crotch. His hands in his pockets hide the reason he followed me in here. “I don’t know. Am I getting to you or is there a reason you keep playing with the chips in your pocket?”

  He lets out a quiet laugh and looks down as he takes his hands out of his pocket. His large erection is in clear view now, tenting his dress pants.

  I smirk. “That’s what I thought. Now, hurry before someone catches us.”

  Like he needed my permission, he rushes me, and I’m in his arms with my back against the wall. He frees himself from his pants and wraps his arms around my thighs. Within a minute, he’s sliding inside of me. There’s no kissing or foreplay. This is downright fucking in a public bathroom. He pumps into me with hard thrusts, pushing us both closer and closer to the finish line. I tighten up around him and bite his neck to stifle my scream. It only makes his release rise to the surface. He fills me with a jerk just as my release ends.

  He holds onto me until we’ve both gotten our breathing under control, then he slowly places me on my feet. “Just to warn you, I’m not done with you. But now I think I can, at least, wait until we’re back in our room.” He tucks himself back into his pants.

  I fix my dress. “Ditto.” I smile and shoot him a wink. We head back to the table, where my parents are none the wiser about what we’ve been up to.

  When we all finish eating dinner, Mom and I hang out at the casino a while. The guys head back to the bar. My mom drinks more than her usual glass of wine. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are bloodshot.

  She leans over while we’re playing the slots. “I have to know. Is Holden….” Her sentence breaks off.

  I look over at her. “Is Holden what, Mom?”

  Her face grows even redder. “Nothing, never mind.”

  I laugh and nudge her. “Come on, Mom. Is Holden what?”

  She takes a deep breath and turns to face me. “Well, a long time ago, back before you were even born, I may have had a small crush on Holden.”

  My mouth drops open. “You did?” I can’t picture my mom with anyone other than my dad, let alone, the man I’m about to marry.

  She nods. “It was a stupid little crush. Nothing ever came of it obviously. But I’ve always wondered what kind of lover he is.”

  I brush the hair out of my face and take a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m about to talk to my mom about this. “He’s… amazing. He’s intense, you know? It’s like, um…sleeping together and making love… it’s not just sex. He likes pushing me to my breaking point. It turns him on to see how turned on I am.”

  My mom begins fanning herself. “Oh, my. So, he’s kinky, is that what the kids are calling it?”

  Heat radiates from my face now. “Yeah, I guess so,” I say through my chuckles.

  “What a lucky girl. Your father never was that way. He’s always been a soft and sweet lover.”

  I’m totally grossed out hearing about my dad, but I don’t say that. I want her to talk to me, to open up and have a friendship with me. “That’s nice too, Mom.”

  She nods. “It is. But sometimes,” she lowers her voice and leans closer, “you just want to be bent over the couch and fucked until you can’t walk straight.”

  My loud laughter is all I can hear. I’m so lost in our conversation, I don’t even hear Holden and my dad walk up.

  “What’s so funny?” my dad asks.

  “Nothing. I’m going up to bed. Are you ready?” I ask Holden.

  He nods and takes my hand. “Lisa, Gary, it’s been a wonderful evening. We’ll see you both tomorrow for breakfast, ok?”

  I look at my dad. “You may want to get her to bed soon,” I whisper as I walk by.

  Holden and I get in the elevator. “What was so funny?”

  I look at him and start laughing all over again.

  “What?” He’s completely confused now.

  “As it turns out, my mom used to have a small crush on you.”

  “Oh yeah?” His eyebrow arches.

  I nod. “She asked what kind of lover you are.”

  He was looking proud of himself, but now, I’m not sure if he’s afraid or angry. “Are you serious? You didn’t tell her, did you?”

  The elevator opens, and I walk out with a shrug. “Sure, why wouldn’t I?”<
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  He chases after me. “Are you serious? You told your mom that I’d fuck you anywhere, anytime?”

  My stomach hurts from laughing. “Not exactly. I just said you were passionate and intense.”

  “Intense, huh?” He pulls me against him.

  I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t meant as a compliment. We can’t let that head of yours get any bigger.” I unlock the door and step inside with him following behind me with a smirk.

  When I wake and roll over, I reach for Holden, but the bed’s empty. I open my eyes to find a note on his pillow.

  Hope,

  I’m spending the day with your father. I’ll see you at the ceremony. I can’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle.

  I love you.

  Holden

  I smile and roll my eyes. Holden is very traditional in a way. He believes in the whole can’t see the bride before the wedding rule. I sit up and notice his suit, that was hanging on the rack, is gone. I flop back down onto the bed. The door whispers open, and I smile, thinking maybe he forgot something, but it’s my Mom. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees me still lying in bed.

  “What are you doing? It’s your wedding day! Get up! Take a shower!”

  I roll to my side and pull the blanket up tighter around me. “That’s not until tonight. What’s the rush?”

  She sits on the edge of the bed. “Holden has an army of people waiting to take care of you. We have an appointment at the spa. Then we’re going to have our nails, hair, and makeup done. Now, move your butt.” She starts pulling the blanket away.

  “Mom, you might want to hand me a robe or something. I was hoping to wake up with the man I love, not my mother.”

  Immediately, she understands and stops tugging on the blanket. Disappearing into the bathroom, she grabs a robe and tosses it to me. I pull my arms through, then sit up with my back facing her so she doesn’t get a show. Once I’m up and heading toward the bathroom, she begins making the bed like there isn’t a maid to do that.