Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  He looked up at me then back at her. “Wendy, I’m a mess. I need help. It’s not fair for me to hold you back. Look at him. Sam’s got it all together. He may not have had it together in the past but he sure does now, and everyone deserves a second chance. That’s who you deserve. Me? I’m going to put myself in the city center rehab for my alcohol problem. I hurt this family enough.”

  Tears welled up in Wendy’s eyes. “Dad—”

  Mr. Monroe held his hand up and stopped her from arguing against his decision. “Sam,” he said, looking up at me, “Take good care of her.”

  It’d be shitty of me to not help him too. No wonder Wendy didn’t want to leave her dad.

  “I will. I’ll help you too. The city center rehab isn’t the best place to go to. I know of a great, private place that will help. I know some people in the high stress business field that have gone there and had great results. It’s on me. Take it.”

  Mr. Monroe gave it a good thought.

  I pulled Wendy by the hip to my side. “Please, take it. After all, I have your daughter.” I winked.

  He laughed with a few coughs thrown in.

  “Fine. You’re right. Thank you, Sam.”

  “You have me, huh?” Wendy asked, shaking her head at me playfully.

  “Yes,” I answered. “And I’m sure glad I do.”

  Chapter 12 – Wendy

  Tears wouldn’t stop welling up in my eyes, stinging the lower lids and making my vision blurry.

  Sam had us stashed in his car and drove us to the facility he had mentioned to my dad. When all the paper work was done, a nurse came out to get Dad.

  He disappeared through two wooden double doors after waving goodbye.

  “It’s going to be okay, Wendy. He’s fine here. They work miracles here,” Sam hushed into my ear. The soothing warmth from his breath tickling my ear lobe made me feel a bit more at ease.

  He held me by the shoulders and we slowly began to walk out of the facility. The doctors said it was going to be a four month long process. That seemed really long, but hopefully it meant it would work. And hopefully my dad would be back. The dad I used to know.

  The dad that I saw glimpses of every so often, peering out from under all the pain and sorrow. He prided himself on being the head of the family, well, what small family we had. Losing his job after doing so well and watching as his savings dwindled away was painful for him.

  But now, just as I’d told him, I was grown. I could help.

  And one point two million was going to make sure that this didn’t happen again.

  Dad was getting the help he needed, and I had been given the chance of a lifetime.

  We got into his car and I rested my head back while I pulled around my seat belt.

  “Thanks, Sam.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. Reaching out, I placed my hand on his knee. My arm bumped into his cane. That was when it hit me…

  “Hey… your cane. You weren’t using it when you came over to the ambulance. And… you didn’t use it to walk when we came here either. Are you feeling better?”

  I moved my hand from his knee to his cane and held it up, examining the carvings on the handle part.

  It was a heavy cane. Definitely expensive. It was probably solid silver.

  “Oh, yeah. I thought you and your father were really hurt. I was worried,” Sam said in a hushed tone.

  Our eyes locked onto each other’s and my face began to heat up. I broke away and looked down at my feet.

  “I see. Thanks for worrying. It’s nice to have someone looking over you every once in a while.”

  Sam grabbed my hand and placed it on a button.

  “Huh?” I looked down at my hand then back up at him.

  “Push it. Start the car.”

  I perked up and pushed the button. The car revved to life and we were off.

  “So, where are we going now?” I asked Sam. His profile looked manly from where I was sitting. Damn, he grew up fine.

  “Your new home,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

  Apparently, he had gotten what he wanted out of this as well.

  ***

  “No way! This is your home,” I exclaimed, looking at the mini mansion we were pulling up to. It sat on a small hill, had beautiful big windows and pillars at the entrance.

  Sam parked his car right at the front door and we got out. I was almost afraid to move.

  “Come on. Get comfortable. You are my wife, now,” Sam said, taking out his keys to unlock the door.

  I followed behind him and had to catch my jaw from hitting the floor once I entered the inside.

  Marble, gold trimming, the works.

  “Wow, you’re… God, you’re set for life, aren’t you, Sam?”

  Sam folded his arms and smirked. “I will be if this all goes to plan.”

  “You mean this marriage deal thing?”

  “Yes. Here, let me show you your room.”

  Sam held his hand out and I took it. His long strong fingers wrapped around my hand, sending a jolt through my body.

  “Your home is beautiful.”

  “It’s even more beautiful with you here in it,” Sam said, squeezing my hand.

  A jolt ran down to my core. Yep, my panties were soaking wet now.

  Sam took me through his home, showing me his garden, gourmet kitchen, indoor and outdoor pool, and finally my bedroom doors.

  We stopped outside what would be my room and Sam paused for a second.

  “You’re going to love this,” he said, gripping the gold handles and pushing them open.

  I leaned in as the doors were pushed open.

  When they were all the way open, I stumbled back.

  “Oh my god,” I stammered, placing my hand over my mouth.

  “Well don’t run away. This is your room.” Sam inched over to me, a slight limp to his walk. Personally, I thought it was kind of sexy. “Unless, you’d rather stay in mine.”

  That tingle in my pussy got a level up now.

  “You’re something else, Sam,” I stuttered, taking a few steps around him.

  I waltzed into the room and turned around to the door.

  “Time for me to get comfortable. I’ll be out in a hour or so.”

  “Okay, I’ll bring in your bags from the car and set them outside your door.”

  “Thanks.”

  With that, I closed the door and took in the view of my room. The lighting was customizable; I could make it lighter or dimmer with the turn of a dial. The ceiling was pure art, and the bathroom? It was bigger than my old bedroom.

  After messing around with the shower, I slipped into a spare robe that was in the bathroom closet and went into the bedroom.

  This was a perfect time to relax.

  Throwing myself on the bed, I bounced up and down and grabbed my phone.

  Molly hadn’t heard from me in a while, and it was time I began getting back in touch with being a normal person instead of a number crunching worry wort that didn’t socialize with anyone.

  Knock, knock.

  The door creaked open and Sam peaked his head in.

  “Hey, I didn’t say come in yet,” I huffed, pulling my robe down my exposed leg.

  “You’re my fiancé. I shouldn’t have to,” Sam said, bringing in my bags.

  “Wendy, I need to ask you something to clear the air.”

  Sam placed my bags close to my bed, his eyes beaming at me.

  “What is it?”

  “The Prom.”

  Oh God, was he really going to bring this up?

  “What about it?”

  He sat down on my bed and stared me down.

  “I know it was a long time ago. But I want to know. Why Bruer? Why didn’t you want to go with me?”

  His tone was caring, not defensive as I thought it’d be. Sam sounded more hurt than anything.

  “Me? Go with Bruer?” I pointed at myself, shocked at what he just said. “Woah, wait. I didn’t go with Bruer! You’re the one who dropped me for Alice, reme
mber?”

  Sam’s brows lowered. “Alice? She went to the prom with Bruer. I was told you didn’t want to see me or anything…”

  “What? Who told you—”

  “Elanna…”

  “Huh. Alice’s sister… Okay, now I see.” I slapped my forehead and fell back on my bed. “She always was a meddler and a jealous busybody. I just didn’t know she’d been involved in any of this. I feel so stupid.”

  Sam cupped my cheek and pulled me in by the neck for a kiss. Our first kiss after so long apart was explosive. His lips tasted like sugar.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, once we each broke away. “How could I be so clueless?”

  “We were young,” Sam explained.

  “That’s not a good enough excuse.”

  Sam crawled on top of me and untied my robe, opening it to run his eyes over my perky breasts. I shivered at his gaze. Even though he was now my fiancé, his gaze was hungry and intense. I had never had a man look at me the way Sam was right now.

  I quivered as he brushed his fingers lightly against my nipples. I ran my hands all over his back and neck, feeling his hard, manly skin under my fingers.

  His chest and back felt so good to my touch. I just wanted to hold him in my arms forever. The way Sam maneuvered his hands over my breasts made me moan out in pleasure.

  He knew exactly what he was doing and I liked that about him. His fingers caressed my nipples, causing them to stiffen under his ministrations. He leaned down and popped one in his mouth, making me cry out and arch my back. Good thing I was flexible.

  “I love your body,” he said. “I missed it so much.”

  I loved the feel of Sam’s hot rough mouth upon my small breast, the way he flicked his tongue over my nipple and how he worked his warm rough hand on my belly. It had to be gripping that cane. But lately he hadn’t been using it.

  What had I been missing?

  I squirmed under his hot body as he worked from one nipple to the other. He then kissed my neck, leaving hot wet kiss trails all over my skin.

  That just made me want him more. He was everything I remembered and more. Our eyes locked and when he placed his lips on mine, my pussy quivered with lust.

  We kissed with all the passion of lost lovers and I dug my fingernails into his back. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh and I wanted it like nothing I have ever wanted before. But I wanted to savor the moment first.

  "Hmm..." He hummed into my mouth. "You're a great kisser. I could get used to this."

  I smiled and kissed him on the nose. "Good, because you're going to get as much as you can handle,” I purred.

  "Oh, you think you can dish it out? Let's see you try." He smiled.

  I slipped out from underneath his muscular body. My pussy was positively thrumming, and I didn't want to wait one more minute for my prize. Putting him on his back, I tore open his shirt as I kissed my way down his strong abs to his stomach and even further.

  I smiled up at him as I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his large, veiny cock to my greedy eyes. The moment I saw its size and girth, I whistled. It was big. Really big.

  "Holy shit!" I said, tracing my fingers up and down his sensitive cock. "Where have you been hiding this?"

  I licked my lips. I had always been a glutton for punishment and was never the type to shy away from a challenge.

  And Sam’s cock was most definitely a challenge.

  He laughed and put his hands on my head. I licked every inch of his thick shaft and fondled his nice, smooth balls. Before taking his long, thick shaft down my throat, I tickled his head, teasing him until he was bucking his hips and practically begging for mercy.

  After teasing the poor guy, I took pity on him and his beautiful cock and slowly descended down on his dick. His cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room and I smiled.

  "Damn, Wendy!" He said as I slowly inched my way down his fat cock. It was so large that for a moment I thought it wouldn't fit. I was bound and determined to get it in no matter what. I could feel every twitch and tremor my mouth was causing his cock to make.

  I fingered myself as I sucked his cock. I wanted so badly to feel that damn cock deep inside my thirsty pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I didn't realize it, but I'd been waiting for a man like this for a long, long time.

  "I think that's about enough..." He gently pulled me off his throbbing cock. "Any more of that and I'll be cumming all over your pretty face,” he growled.

  I switched places with him and actually blushed when he opened my legs and peered at my pussy. I wondered what he thought about it, but I didn't have long to wait to find out.

  "Wow! You look fabulous!" He breathed in my heady aroma, then leaned forward and began kissing all around my gushing pussy. He licked my folds, my thighs, lapped up my juices, everywhere but where I really wanted him to lick.

  Just like I teased him, he waited as long as he could before turning his attention to my clit. But oh my God, when his tongue flicked against my little nubbin, I was so much in heaven that I thought I was going to die.

  He worked his delicious tongue and lips against my clit, wracking my body with orgasm after orgasm. When he was finished, he slid his needy cock up to my sopping entrance and easily slid right in. I couldn't believe how wet I still was.

  His manly lips covered mine and I moaned into his mouth as I felt his massive cock slowly descend into my entrance, widening it and stripping it of its hunger. Electric jolts of pure pleasure coursed through my body and all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

  Sam slid in and out of my tight, wet pussy, fucking me senseless. I couldn't believe I had let this slip out of my grasp because of a dumb lie. Never again.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him passionately. In and out he worked his cock until I was nothing more than a soaking disheveled mess.

  "Oh Sam!" I breathed through orgasms. "Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I pulled him as close to my body as I possibly could. I wanted our bodies to meld.

  Sam obliged, working his cock into my tight pussy, bottoming out, then pulling it back up. Hearing my pleadings, he picked up the pace and I could feel his throbbing cock and knew he was almost ready to cum inside me.

  A drop of sweat, a grunt and a hard thrust later my man was spraying his love deep inside my aching pussy. I milked him for all he was worth until there was nothing left, then kissed him on the lips.

  Chapter 13 – Sam

  Two days went in the blink of an eye. Wendy was beginning to feel more comfortable here. And the best part?

  She was staying in my room, sleeping in my bed. There was nothing better than having the love of your life back with you, close to your own flesh.

  I sniffed Wendy’s hair and smelled the faint scent of fruity hair conditioner. She awoke and grinned at me.

  “What’re you doing?” she asked.

  Wendy propped herself up and wiped her eyes. She went to sleep perfect and woke up the same way.

  “I can’t wait for a shower; they’re so relaxing.”

  “I’ll join you.” I shuffled my way out of the bed and noticed that my aching hips weren’t aching like they would when I’d first get up.

  Wendy’s night gown had given way to her curves and delicious hips. I watched as she switched into the bathroom. She stopped and threw me a glance over her shoulder.

  “Coming?” she purred.

  “Yes!”

  When I was around her, the pain in my legs that would casually go up and down and circle the ball joints of my hips would gently subside.

  Maybe it was Wendy being a distraction. Or maybe she was really a miracle to be around.

  Either way. I was a better man with her in my life.

  ***

  “Wow, this is really happening, isn’t it?” Wendy said, staring up at the courthouse.

  We were going to go inside and get the marriage license done and then we’d be officially marri
ed. There was a proud happiness that was blossoming inside my chest, and I knew that divorce wasn’t going to be an option. It wasn’t going to even be anything that was on her mind.

  I grabbed Wendy’s hand and she began to hustle her way up the cement steps until I squeezed her hand and gave her a gentle tug.

  “What is it?” Wendy gave me a concerned look, her blond hair wafting in the wind like a silk scarf.

  “Before we get hitched officially, I think it’s only appropriate to give you this,” I kneeled down on one knee and took out a small, palm sized velvet black bag. I dug out the ring and showed it to Wendy. “Would you marry me?”

  Wendy clasped her hands over her mouth, her eyes shining and glittering better than the diamond and pearl ring in front of her.

  Time stood still for a second, allowing us to take in the joy of this moment. I’d have a better surprise too, later on.

  “Sam, you got me my favorite combination!” she squealed, reaching for the ring.

  I moved it out her reach. “Wait, I’m the one who has to put it on.”

  “Do we have to be so conventional?” she asked, shoving her hands on her hips and giving me a playful smile.

  “Absolutely… for a while at least. Here, give me that delicate finger.”

  She held out her left hand and I slid the ring onto her finger. I kissed her hand and pulled myself up using my golden cane.

  “Let’s go,” I said, holding her hand that now had a massive rock on it.

  We climbed the steps and got right to the security checkpoint when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket again. This time, I didn’t need to look to see who was calling, because the ringtone was set for one person: Benson.

  “Wendy, let me take this for a second.”

  I answered the phone and the worried sniffles of a woman crying on the other end greeted me.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Is this Mr. Reign? My brother’s partner?” the woman asked.

  “Yes, this is. Is something wrong?”

  The woman on the other line sniffled again and exhaled. “Benson is in the hospital. He’s asking for you. He needs to see you. Now.”

  My eyes went wide and I took a step back in shock. “What happened? Is he okay?”