But before we got out, I had a question. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Who drew the dick pic on the side of the semi?”
A little while later, we were cruising down the highway in Travis’s old Chevy. I’d changed into black leggings and my Beatles T-shirt and Travis was wearing a black tank top and gray gym shorts.
Scooting closer, I took full advantage of the bench seat as I comfortably settled in the middle. Travis lifted his arm, inviting me to cuddle up. Letting out a content sigh, I clipped the seat belt in place and I rested my head on his shoulder.
His thumb absentmindedly stroked my arm, and the crisp scent of his deodorant made me want him. The clean smell was mixed with his sweat, and it jogged hundreds of memories—most of them sexy times.
Heat flooded my center, my pulse quickened, and my panties got damp.
Suddenly, I needed him.
We were barely an hour from home, but oh well. This was our honeymoon.
Our rules.
An exit sign came into view, and I saw a bed and breakfast listed as the only hotel accommodation.
Good enough for me.
“Pull off here,” I said urgently.
Travis tapped the brakes. Giving me a questioning look, he flipped on the turn signal and swerved right.
“You gotta pee?” he asked as we made it onto the ramp.
“Nope.”
“Hungry?”
“No.”
His face turned concerned as his eyes fell to my stomach. “You gonna get sick?”
“I wanna fuck,” I blurted out.
Travis’s jaw dropped and my face went bright red. I still didn’t swear very often, and it usually surprised both of us when I did.
But I really, really wanted to get in Travis’s pants. Like, now.
“Let’s go there.” As we came to a stop, I pointed at the lodging sign, which said the B & B was just two miles down the road.
“Okay, then.” Travis didn’t hesitate to push the pedal down once we got going again.
Accelerating down the road, his hand landed on my knee. He caressed my leg before moving up. As his touch traveled along my inner thigh, my legs automatically fell open.
When his middle finger expertly found my clit over my clothes, I gasped. Tilting my head back, I let the sensations wash over me as I sagged down in the seat.
Then he took it up a notch.
Tugging my T-shirt up, he slipped his hand into the waistband of my leggings. Past my panties. Straight to my soaked center.
He made a tortured sound. “You been wet like this all day?”
Panting, I nodded. “Most of it.”
“Pregnancy hormones?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I just want you.”
It was still pretty early in the pregnancy. I was probably only six or seven weeks along. But I had to admit I’d been feeling hornier than usual lately.
Playing my body like an instrument, Travis’s fingers swirled around my clit in fast circles. I placed one of my feet on the bench seat, spreading myself wider for him.
Unfortunately, we made it to the bed and breakfast before I could get to the finish line.
“I’m close,” I practically whined as Travis removed his hand from my pants.
He chuckled before he closed his lips around his fingers, but his humor turned into a moan when he tasted me. “Just a little bit longer.”
A winding lane took us to a giant Victorian mansion. It was painted with pink and purple pastels, and the wraparound porch had white wicker seating. Gorgeous rosebushes lined the picket fence, and tall trees surrounded the property, making it feel totally private.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t private.
It must’ve been a popular place, because the rows of cars in the gravel parking lot indicated a busy weekend here.
I shot Travis a worried look. “I really hope they have a room.”
They had one room left. The honeymoon suite, as luck would have it.
It was the priciest in the place, but I was willing to shell out whatever it cost if it meant I could get Angel on a bed.
And, God, she was a vision of perfection, sprawled out on the white sheets.
Naked.
I’d stripped the old-fashioned quilt off the bed before stripping my wife.
My wife.
Bright daylight came through the sheer curtains, letting me see everything about Angel that I loved.
Her creamy skin, the little patch of curls at the apex of her thighs, her hard nipples. Her angelic face, big blue eyes, and her blond waves covering the pillow beneath her head.
She squirmed under my intense study, but she didn’t cover herself.
I tugged on my erection, needing relief from the throbbing in my cock.
Angel’s eyes followed my movements and she bit her lip. She loved watching me jerk off. Letting her look her fill, I slowed the motions, squeezing my tip before gliding back down to the base.
She spread her thighs, revealing her pretty pink pussy.
An involuntary growl left me when her hand went to one of her breasts. She squeezed the soft flesh before going down. Her fingertips skimmed her stomach. Caressed her mound. Slid through her folds.
Fuck.
The erotic sight undid my resolve to draw this out.
Yanking my dick one more time, I paced toward the bed. No time was wasted as I pounced on Angel. She squealed and giggled when I covered her body with mine.
“I’m no match for you, baby.” I fitted the head of my cock against her slick entrance. “You make me so weak.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Funny. You make me strong.”
I knew she wasn’t talking about sex, and it was one hell of a compliment. Knowing I gave her confidence, lifted her up, made her feel secure… it made me proud.
As long as I was making Angel happy, I’d never have to question if I was doing life right.
Slipping my arm under her back, I pushed forward. Silky walls squeezed my dick as I thrusted into my favorite place ever.
Angel gasped sharply, and I stopped, halfway in.
“You okay?” I searched her face for a hint of pain but found none. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her jaw was slack.
“Uh huh,” she replied.
“Does it feel different? You know, since…” I looked down between us, where another life currently resided.
“Kinda. I feel hotter. A little more sensitive than usual.”
I grinned down at her. “That’s a good thing.”
She smiled back. “A very good thing.”
Resuming the pumping motion of my hips, I buried myself all the way before pulling out and ramming back home.
Pleasure rippled along my spine, and I shuddered when my balls drew up tight. The greedy bastards. I couldn’t be a two-pump-chump on my wedding day.
Locking her ankles behind my knees, Angel held onto me as I set a steady pace.
Not too slow, because I didn’t have the control to hold back right now. Not too fast, because I didn’t want this to end too soon.
I had plans. So many plans.
The bed and breakfast check-out wasn’t until eleven tomorrow morning. There wasn’t a position Angel and I hadn’t tried yet, but that was okay. I knew what her favorites were, and we were going to do them in every inch of this room. There was an old fainting couch in the corner. It’d be perfect for bending her over and doing her from behind.
Angel saw me eyeing the place. She must’ve mistaken my assessment for admiration of the décor.
“I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even look at the room,” she said breathlessly. “It’s really pretty.”
Pumping deeper, I made a sound of agreement. “I guess it’s nice.”
Yeah, the room was impressive. Decked out in a sailor theme, it was located in the third-floor tower. The brick fireplace was massive, and the large painting of a ship in a raging sea was mounted over it. There were several model ships placed arou
nd the room, and even the curtains had little sailboats on them.
Most impressive of all was the bathroom I’d caught a glimpse of. There was a clawfoot tub that looked like it was big enough to fit a party in. Angel and I would definitely be using that later.
But for now, there was only one thing I wanted her thinking about, and it wasn’t boats.
Grinding my pelvis against hers, I made sure to rub her clit just right.
“Ohh.” Her eyes closed, and I felt her get wetter.
Kissing her, I sped up. The bed started to creak. I went harder. The headboard banged against the wall.
We were making a racket, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Why the owners of this place would put a noisy bed in the honeymoon suite, I had no idea. Not my problem.
“I’m close,” Angel panted against my lips.
Time to finish her off.
Snaking an arm between us, my fingers circled her clit. About ten seconds later, her pussy clenched around my dick and she let out a choked cry.
My own orgasm was right on the tail of hers, hitting me fast and hard.
A shout left me when I spurted cum into her tight heat, making her walls even slicker. I didn’t stop thrusting until her muscles stopped spasming and she’d milked every drop from my cock.
Resting my forehead against hers, I gave her lazy kisses as we both caught our breath.
By the time I pulled my semi-erect cock out of her, I was just about ready for round two.
I fell next to her, placing a couple more kisses on her shoulder before gathering her close.
“Hi, husband.” Angel smiled at me.
“Hi, wife.” My gaze dropped to her lower stomach. I placed my hand there. “Hi, little baby. You’re going to be the cutest kid in the world. I hope you have my dimples and your mom’s eyes.”
A sniffle drew my attention back to Angel’s face.
Her eyes were misty when she said, “You called me a mom.”
“’Cause you are.”
“It seems too good to be true.”
“It’s not. You deserve this and more. I might never be rich, but I’ll give you everything you want, even if it’s a dozen babies.”
That made her laugh. “A dozen? Let’s just start with this one, okay?”
“Okay.” Nuzzling her cheek, I closed my eyes and held her tight, basking in total happiness.
Minutes of peaceful silence passed, and I’d almost fallen asleep when she spoke.
“What if you hadn’t picked me up that day? What if you didn’t stop when you saw me hitchhiking?”
Her quiet question presented an impossible scenario.
“I would’ve gone back for you,” I replied, my tone certain.
“What if I’d already been picked up by someone else?”
The thought of that happening—even though it was totally hypothetical—caused an unpleasant burning in my gut.
“That didn’t happen.” My voice came out harsher than I intended. “It never could’ve happened. It would’ve been impossible because I’d never let someone else have what’s mine. The minute I saw you, I felt something. I knew you were special.” Tightening my arms around her, I whispered, “I’ll never let you go, Angel.”
“Well, it’s good that you intend to keep me.” Wiggling her fingers, she flashed her ring. “Because this is forever.”
“Forever,” I agreed. Then I glanced at the bathroom. “Now, how about that clawfoot tub?”
THE END
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OUTCAST Sneak Peek
In all my fourteen years, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
She was a new student, and from the teacher’s brief announcement I learned she was originally from Cleveland. When Mr. Marks asked her to stand in front of the class and introduce herself, her hands anxiously twisted together as she quietly let out the name I’d say in my head thousands of times over the next several years.
Kayla Reynolds.
She was a tiny thing in a gray T-shirt, skinny jeans, and Chucks. Skin the color of coffee with a healthy dose of cream, light green eyes, full lips, and her hair was red. Not fiery-red—a deep auburn that reminded me of my favorite kind of sunset.
The color of the wild ringlets seemed out of place with her caramel skin, and it was like all her features had been put together with a bunch of mismatched pieces.
The unique combination was stunning.
Gorgeous.
I couldn’t stop staring.
Hushed whispers filled the classroom. I wasn’t the only one studying the new girl. Heyworth, Ohio wasn’t the most diverse town, and Kayla’s distinct characteristics made her stand out like a candle in the dark.
Awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other, she sent a pleading look to our teacher.
“You can take a seat,” he told her, and she shuffled to the empty desk in the front row, just diagonal from me.
Obviously uncomfortable, she quickly glanced around before looking down at her clasped hands.
I felt bad for her.
It was hard enough coming to a new town, but freshman year started two weeks ago. Everyone had already gotten time to get acquainted and, truth be told, most of us had been in the same grade since kindergarten.
And now here she was, unfamiliar and different.
Painfully pretty.
The kind of pretty that made hearts hurt with longing or jealousy. Longing for those who wanted to be with her, and jealousy for the ones who wanted to be her. Both could bring out a darkness we all had somewhere deep inside.
I was in the former category but instead of letting it bring me down, I felt my heart lift a little. Usually school was hell for me, but the thought of seeing her every day made it a little more bearable.
The buzz around us continued as our peers blatantly discussed the most interesting thing to happen in our grade for a long time. I didn’t hear all of what they said, but caught the words “Carrot Top” and “Chia Pet.”
Why did people have to be such dicks? I should’ve known it wouldn’t take long for them to pounce.
Suddenly, I wanted to tell everyone to stop gawking and mind their own fucking business.
Anne’s blond hair almost smacked me in the face as she whipped her head toward the new girl.
“So, what are you?” Leaning to the right, she giggled as she pulled at a strand of Kayla’s hair. “Like, are you Hispanic or something?”
I narrowed my eyes at the rude girl in front of me.
“Um, I don’t know,” Kayla responded, squirming away from the hand petting her head. “I was adopted.”
“I heard she has two dads,” Abby, Anne’s best friend, whispered loudly from somewhere behind me. “Gay dads.”
Snickering broke out among the class. Kayla’s delicate hands balled into fists until her knuckles turned white.
Fury ignited in my chest.
I’d never stood up for anyone before, not even myself. I wasn’t witty in the heat of the moment. I always thought of the best comebacks hours after it would’ve been useful. I didn’t know the first thing about defending someone.
But I couldn’t do nothing.
Just as I started to stand—with zero plan in place—a heavy hand landed on my left thigh and my leg buckled. I dropped back in my seat with a grunt as pain shot through my knee.
“What do you think you’re doing, Slug?” AJ sneered.
I bristled at the awful nickname. Not slug as in slugger, a baseball champ. Slug like the fat, slimy, slow-moving lumps that came out after too much rain.
“Uh—um—”
“Uh—uh—uh,” he mocked with a laugh. Then his tone turned deceptively kind as
his hand left my throbbing leg. “Hey, you know what you should do?”
Instead of a response, I gave him a skeptical glare.
There was one word for AJ Nelson: bully. Okay, there were a lot of words for him, but none of them were nice.
“Blush,” he barked out the command, and my cheeks flared against my own will. I knew if I looked in the mirror, I’d see a bright red flush all over my face.
The worst part about being made fun of wasn’t the hit to my self-esteem. It wasn’t feeling unloved or unpopular. It wasn’t even knowing so many of my peers stood by and watched it happen, silent and unwilling to intervene.
It was the humiliation of being put in my place. The degradation of being constantly reminded that my body betrayed me. That I wasn’t in control; they were. And people like AJ took every opportunity to let me know it.
Embarrassed, I dipped my head so no one would see, but it was too late. The new girl had rotated in her seat, looking over her shoulder at me with so much empathy, it only made the heat in my face worse.
She offered a timid, yet brave smile. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“You can call him Slug,” AJ supplied, and she gave him a fierce scowl.
Before I could form a response, a booming voice came from the back of the classroom.
“Yo, Kayla. Come sit next to me.”
I turned to see Gavin, the star linebacker for our football team. Dude was a beast. Freshmen never got put on the varsity team, but the coach had made an exception for the 6’4”, 210-pound giant. He was a nice guy, though. Soft-spoken and polite. He mostly kept to himself, so it was unusual for him to make such an outburst.
Mr. Marks cleared his throat. “That’s not Kayla’s assigned seat, Gavin.”
He gave the teacher a hard stare. “It is now.”
Kayla’s wide eyes bounced back and forth between the two until Mr. Marks waved his hand in permission.
After gathering her books, she trudged to the back row. Gavin gave a gentlemanly bow before pulling out her seat. The frown on her face was replaced with a grin, and a bolt of jealousy shot through me because I couldn’t be the one to protect her.
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