No Refunds No Exchanges: A Hudson Family Series- Book 4- Matt and Ali

by Chontelle Brison

  Matt looked handsome and actually gawked at me when I came out of the bedroom. His eyes didn’t leave me once the whole time. Just before the ceremony, a few people from the escort service he had worked for showed too. A guy name Dev who was bad boy handsome and a bubbly woman named, Jessie. It had been Jessie that had found the dress, shoes, and lacy underthings. I gave her a huge hug and thanked both her and Dev several times.

  I asked Matt if something was going on between Dev and Jessie since he watched every move she made and she went out of her way to pretend he didn’t exist. Matt shrugged and said he’d have to corner Dev or Jessie later and get the details.

  When the minister finally pronounced us married, and Jessie threw rice at us, Matt gave me the sweetest kiss of my life.

  The next several days flew by in a blur. While everyone knew of Matt’s plan to marry me before we left Las Vegas, Pepper’s pert little nose was a touch out joint because she hadn’t been there. As soon as Synclair told her we would be having a huge family wedding later in the year, the kid perked right up and called dibs on the maid of honor duty.

  Getting the animals from Mt. Charleston to Carson City proved to be a challenge. Reece helped me out by tranquilizing Nala, and some of the most nervous animals. Lady had no problem sitting on her perch in the large cage she traveled in and Baloo happily ate his honey sticks and kicked his ball around until we arrived.

  It would still be some time until everyone adjusted. Pepper loved her new room, and Matt took her shopping for furniture and a whole closet full of clothes. Even Matt’s sister Rachel came down from college to help us settle in. Pepper instantly loved Rachel, and when Rachel gave her a comforter set from Victoria’s Secret, Pepper had actually cried.

  Jake was still a wildcard. He had approached Pepper a few times, and their conversations were still awkward. Lela had signed over custody of Pepper to me but never called. She had the documents couriered to me instead, but that was all right with me.

  Amber and I spoke every day, and each Hudson got tested as a possible kidney donor. Her brother Michael was both mad and scared when she finally told him about her cancer and subsequent kidney issues. I had met Michael Donaldson for the first time, two days ago. He and Amber looked so much alike it was scary. Matt was right, Michael was kind, funny and responsible. He had personally delivered my license to operate a Sanctuary here in Carson City limits.

  Even Taylor had made plans to visit. Synclair told me that she was worried about Taylor. Apparently, Synclair’s Spidey senses were tingling, and she felt that Taylor was hiding something major and refused to tell Synclair what it was. I promised Synclair that we’d gang up on Taylor when she arrived and shove margaritas down her throat until she spilled. Sara chimed in that we needed to add cheesy fries to that list.

  “Hello wife,” Matt called out as he came through the front door.

  “Hello, husband!” I sang back to him as I went to greet him with a passionate kiss.

  “How did everything go today?” He asked as he undid the top button of his shirt. He’d had several meetings today with his accounting clients and seeing him in his dress clothes always sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

  “Great, I was just making some tea in our brand new kitchen,” I told him wistfully. I had to hand it to Amber; she had spared no expense with this house. The kitchen was enormous and set up so that the cupboards sat up higher. Instead of bending down to get the teakettle, it sat in a waist level cupboard that was custom made for me. I don’t think I will ever be able to get across to everyone how much better for my lower back and leg that is.

  We walked into the kitchen, and my eyes followed him as he set his keys and wallet on the small desk by the phone.

  “So, where is Pepper?” he asked with a naughty gleam in his green eyes.

  Taking a step back I said, “She’s working at the restaurant and then Synclair will drop her off after her self-defense class.”

  His predatory smile had me backing up another step.

  “What about Trevor, Amber or the two assistants that Amber hired to help around the place?” He took another step towards me and started unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as he undid the last button, he pulled his shirt off and neatly laid it on the large, scrub oak table that held fifteen seats.

  “Trevor turned in for the night, he’s still recovering from his head wound, and I sent the staff home since everything was finished. Then I visited with Baloo and the others for a bit before coming inside.”

  I barely had the last words out before his mouth was on mine in a heat-filled kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gasped when he lifted me off the ground and planted my butt on the cold tabletop.

  Pulling back from my lips, he had his shoes and pants off in less than ten seconds. Laughing as he neatly stacked them on the desk, he turned and gave me a naughty grin. Without warning, he shoved everything off the desk, and I winced when it all scattered to the floor.

  I waited to see what he would do. “Matt, are you just going to leave all of that on the floor?” I asked astonished when he came closer, stepping over pencils, papers and his pants.

  “Nope! That can wait,” he growled. “This can’t!” Without hesitation he gripped the straps of my tank top dress and dragged it down to my waist, groaning at my exposed breasts.

  “No bra,” he hissed and cupped one breast in his palm. I shuddered, as my nipples grew tight.

  “The straps were too skinny, it would have looked weird,” I told him breathlessly.

  He released my breasts, and I felt his hands slide up my legs, and when they reached my white lace panties, he suddenly growled and ripped the fabric away. Shocked I put my hands on his shoulders.

  “Matt it’s…it’s still daylight!” I panted as his large finger rubbed my pulsing clit. He smiled and pulled me forward until my butt was practically hanging over the table edge, and when he knelt down, my girly parts were right in his face. Oh dear God! He can’t mean to do that, here? In the kitchen?

  “Let’s go to our room, Matthew,” I told him in a panicked yet aroused voice. I felt naughty and so scandalous to be naked on my dining room table.

  Matt kissed his way up my leg to my inner thighs, raised his head, and smiled.

  “Here. Now. Wife. I’m hungry, and it’s time for dinner,” his breath was hot as he gave my folds a long lick. I arched off the table and groaned.

  “I..I didn’t make anything for dinner,” I told him, mildly annoyed. Hadn’t I said that I didn’t cook? The housekeeper he’d hired didn’t start until next week, so until then it was takeout or pizza pockets.

  “You are dinner wife, now lay back and let me eat you,” he ordered grabbing my sensitive clit in his teeth. I cried out as pulses of pleasure shot through me. Panting with desire, I laid my back and threw my hands above my head. I lifted my head, and his heat filled gaze met mine before he continued his tongue lashing assault.

  Feeling loved, aroused and incredibly lucky that Matt hadn’t forgotten his promise, I laid back down and gave myself over to my new world.

  “Ready, love?” he asked slipping one finger inside my wetness.

  “Let the adventure begin!” I managed as I stars danced before my eyes.

  “This is only the beginning, our adventure will never end,” Matt promised, and I smiled as he brought me over the edge for the first time of many, that night. Forever, yeah, I could live with that!

  The End!

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  Back to You- Reece and Synclair- Book 1- Available Now!

  Baby Mine- Lucas and Sara- Book 2- Available Now!

  Lucky Charms- Dalton and Cami- Book 3- Available Now!

  No Refunds No Exchanges- Matt and Ali (Release Date: September 23, 2016!)

  Taylor and Michael- Coming Soon

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  See what happens, before dawn breaks and Synclair’s world comes crashing down and Reece loses the woman he loves!

  Before The Dawn

  This book is the prequel to Book 1- Back To You- Synclair and Reece!

  Synclair Patrick has had a hard life! Her mom is a heroin addict, her father is MIA, she's broke and working at Kentucky Fried Chicken! Synclair refuses to let any of that get in her way! With a full scholarship to The University of Las Vegas, including a dorm room of her very own, a crazy uncle she never knew she had and her new- Can Do- attitude, Synclair is determined to keep her nose in the books and get as far away from the streets of Vegas as she can!

  Reece Hudson is the star of the Basketball team at The University of Las Vegas; he's used to women throwing themselves at him, but why wouldn't they? He's smart, wealthy, the star player and gorgeous to boot, which is why when he spots the cute redhead in English lit class, he's assumes getting her into his bed will be a snap!

  Much to Reece's shock and dismay, Synclair wants nothing to do with him. In fact, the sassy woman with an ass that is just itching to be spanked avoids him at every turn. With his friends teasing him about striking out and his ego-challenged, Reece takes a dangerous bet from his classmates and goes on the attack, more determined to make Synclair Patrick his than ever before.

  Synclair's no fool, she doesn't need the hottest and most popular guy in school chasing after her. Surely, he has other girls to pester? Besides the closer Reece gets, the riskier things become. Synclair has started over here in college; she's worked hard to blend in and not attract attention. Now, with Reece on this relentless mission to get her to like him, the truth of where she comes from and what she had to do to survive is in danger of being discovered!

  Take a ride to Synclair and Reece's younger years. See how Synclair teaches Reece that where you're from doesn't decide who you are! Watch Reece, finally get everything he's ever wanted only to lose it foolishly because of his stupid ego! Synclair is just as feisty and Reece is just as determined to capture his hellcat!

  Join Synclair and Reece in the story that comes before Reece blows it all apart- Before the Dawn!

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  Back to You! A Hudson Family Series

  Book 1- Synclair and Reece

  15 Years Earlier

  Synclair

  I watched the slumbering man next to me. I was hypnotized by the sight of his sculpted chest as it expanded and fell with each breath. Reece freaking Hudson, I had given my virginity to one of the most sought-after basketball players on the university campus. Everyone wanted Reece. Averaging 40 points a game made him the all-around VIP for the University of Las Vegas, basketball team. His toned legs, eight pack abs, black hair and emerald, jade green eyes made him the all-around hottie for every girl on campus. Yet, somehow he was here with me.

  A gentle palm on my face forced me from my thoughts. I had a habit of letting my thoughts drift, and he always drew me back. Dark green eyes probed my sleepy hazel ones. When he stared at me like that, I swore he could see into my soul.

  “Morning Synclair,” he rasped palming my ass with one hand. I smirked. No awkward morning after here.

  “Hey, hands off my ass Hudson,” I struggled to sound tough, but my voice held no heat. Instead, I grinned and curled up into his chest. It had been a long standing joke with us. In the six months that he had relentlessly pursued me, he had always found a reason to have his hands on my ass. In the beginning, I was furious, then I was peeved, and now I was turned on.

  “I like this ass, and now that I finally have it naked, I intend to have my hands on it a lot,” he declared as he rolled me onto my back and began kissing my neck. Yes! Please!

  It was like a dream, a dream I never wanted to wake from. Especially since most of life had been a nightmare, I would gladly like to live in this fantasy world permanently. Things like this just don’t happen to me, not ever. Sure, I’m not dog ugly, with my unruly shoulder-length, curly red hair, hazel eyes, and button nose, I was pretty confident I fell in the cute, if she tried, level of life. My curvy hips and hourglass figure got attention, but I would never be like Barbie, that bitch had everything.

  Sighing, I leaned my head back to give Reece better access to my neck, “Are you sore babe?” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath teasing my ear as he tugged my lobe.

  “A little,” I conceded grudgingly. I blushed, and I never blush. I had waited 20 years to give up my virginity and last night could not have been more perfect. He had been seductive, gentle and attentive, and after the initial pain was over it had been pure bliss to have him inside me.

  At first, I had been worried that his large member would never fit, thankfully Reece had driven me insane with his mouth and fingers before entering me. My mind had been distracted from the orgasms when his massive cock finally pushed past my virgin barrier. Just the thought made my panties flood with wetness.

  “Synclair?” Reece stopped kissing my neck and peered at me, a serious face replacing the one that was filled with lust, merely minutes before.

  I grimaced, something was wrong. He looked sad, essentially miserable. Had I done something wrong? Crap, maybe I was a terrible lover? Yet, he seemed content and satisfied only minutes ago.

  “Reece, what is it?” I sat up, confusion registering on my face. I pulled the sheet up over my exposed breasts, suddenly feeling like I needed protection, but from what? I had no idea.

  Reece dragged his hand through his dark hair; his eyes cast downward.

  Now I was becoming uneasy; something was wrong, but what? I hastily ran over the events of last night in my mind. Nope, he was into it, that I knew. I replayed the last six months of our courtship.

  He had been chasing me since school started in August. I had been the private, anti-social, nerdy kid in the back of the English lit and Latin classes we shared. My second day of class, I slammed into the room with a “don’t fuck with me vibe.” I felt like I didn’t belong with the ocean of people sitting around me who judged me by my old clothes. I couldn’t afford new clothes like the other kids, so I wore second-hand store Adidas, jeans and whatever shirt I could find that was clean. Armed with my brains and the chip on my shoulder I was resolved to keep my head in the books and make something of myself.

  The initial two weeks of school Reece said nothing to me; girls constantly besieged him. Occasionally, in class he would shift his gaze to me, but as soon as our eyes met, he swung back to whatever flavor of the day he was screwing. Girls flocked to him, always feeling his biceps and acting like loons to get his dimpled smile to point in their direction.

  It was the second or third week of class when I was running late; mom had been arrested for prostitution, and I had to take the bus to the jail to get her out. Luckily, I had just gotten paid. I didn’t want to touch the money that Uncle Jack had given me. He kept a certain amount in an account for me, just for these lovely occasions; but I didn’t want to spend it on my mom’s bail. Unfortunately, I had gotten home so late that I had collapsed into bed and woke up late for class.

  Running for class, we smashed into each other when we struggled to get into the classroom at the same time. The only thing that saved me were his quick reflexes, which also allowed him to hold me up from hitting the ground, by my ass. I knew my ass was more than a handful, but it didn’t mean I wanted him and all his swagger judging me.

  I was embarrassed, and when he made no move to withdraw his hands, I spat at him, “Hands off my ass Hudson.” Smirking, he removed one hand then moved the other to my wa
ist. Bringing me upright, he winked one of those long-lashed, green eyes at me and gestured me in before him. Cheeks on fire, I ignored the stares from everyone and nearly threw myself into my chair.

  After that, he sat next to me every day. I even changed places to escape him, but he only followed. I made it a point not to look at him. I didn’t see what he wanted. No one had ever shown interest in me before. While he wore jeans and in style t-shirts from stores like Gucci and Abercrombie and Fitch, I wore jeans from, Goodwill and Walmart with shirts I picked up at the Swap Meet. There was no doubt Reece came from money. I had heard him tell some big boobed, cheerleader that his family had an estate somewhere in Northern Nevada. He was here studying agriculture. It made me chuckle, who comes to Las Vegas to study agriculture? Still, I obviously did not come from money. I never knew my father; and my mother was a crack whore who had merely provided a roof over my head and a lot of “step” daddies.

  I only had one road out, so I had thrown myself into my studies, occasionally sleeping in my high school principal’s office when we were between shithole hotels. The sole reason I graduated is that the owner of a Las Vegas restaurant told me I could come and eat at his place. I could have all I wanted as long as I did my homework while I was there and went to school every day.

  He was also the only one at my graduation last June. I graduated with a 4.0 while living out of a dumpy hotel on the, not so glamourous side, of the Las Vegas Strip. It wasn’t the Bellagio or Caesar's Palace.

  Let me explain, there are two strips in Vegas, the one the tourists see that is all glitz and glamor and the local’s strip, where the extended stay in hotels with free cockroaches are.

  I grew up on the local’s side, not that I was complaining, everyone had bad stuff happen, and I was working on getting out. In fact, my grades and volunteer work at the Women’s Shelter got me a full scholarship to UNLV, then an Irish uncle I had never known had shown up just before college started and begged me to move in with him.