by Violet Paige
“It is true,” I growled, tugging her hair a little more. “You’re my bride, and I’m going to fuck you like you deserve.”
She lowered her eyes to look up at me despite me holding her back, and she licked her lips. “Let me do something I wanted to do when I saw you in this booth.”
I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant.
She was so tight around me it was almost a shame to pull out, but I did slowly, and I sat down at the edge of the booth.
In an instant, Haley crawled onto her knees and wrapped her hands around my cock, feeling her own slickness there and shuddering sweetly at the feeling of its girth.
“This is all yours,” I rumbled, watching her fondle and almost worship my thick cock, “as much as you want, as long as you want, every single day.” She looked up to me with eyes that were full of fire and mischief, and she let her tongue out to caress the tip of my cock.
“Careful,” she warned me playfully. “Give me an inch and I’ll take a mile.”
With that, she wrapped her lips around my cock and bathed my tip with her tongue. She licked off the bead of precum and let the tip of her tongue play with the slit of my cock, and it pulsed in her mouth to reward her.
I gripped her head and laced my fingers through it as I leaned my head back to enjoy the feeling of her on me. It was different than last time, somehow. Last time, it had been about us connecting in a quick moment of passion, like a flash of lightning.
This time, there was something so much fulfilling about the way her tongue played with my shaft, feeling its weight. She drew the tip of her tongue up the soft underside of my cock from the base to my tip, and it sent electricity through me. It was the feeling of real appreciation, of desire, of a hunger to know everything about my body and what it was capable of.
It was everything I wanted to explore with my mouth on her pussy, but when I did that, I had the excuse that it was just to get her wet before entering her.
I never thought a blowjob could have such meaning, but Haley was full of surprises, each one sweeter than the last.
The way her mouth caressed my cock was so blissful I could have let it go on for hours, with my hands stroking her hair and encouraging her as she worked, but that wasn’t how I planned on ending this session.
When I felt like I was tense and ready to release, I tugged on her hair gently, pulling her back. She reluctantly let my cock go, looking up at me pleadingly. I took her chin in my thumb and forefinger and slowly stood up.
“On the booth,” I commanded her softly.
She laid back on it, and when I turned to face her, she wrapped her legs around my waist before I could even say anything. Neither of us wanted to wait a second longer. I took her by the hips and stuck my cock deep inside her.
She let out a long, free gasp of pleasure, and for once, I didn’t care to silence her. I wanted the world to know what we were doing.
I started bucking into her as fiercely as if we’d been at it all afternoon. The warmth had long come back to my body, and now, it felt like I could melt all the snow on the mountain, so hot was our lovemaking.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I warned her, “and I’m going to do it every single night we’re together. I’ll do it until you’re pregnant, I’ll do it after you’re swollen with my child, and then I’ll do it until you’re pregnant again.”
She let out a sudden, moaning gasp as her orgasm crashed through her unexpectedly, like a crest that flared up over and over again inside her as I thrust back and forth, taking every bit of her in that I could and drawing the orgasm out as long as possible. The whole booth was shaking with my thrusts, and Haley was sweating and blushing as beautifully as the first time we were together.
Finally, I felt myself getting tight and tense like a coil desperate to be let loose. Haley must have sensed it too, because she clenched tight...and with a ragged, heavy groan, I unloaded all my love for her into her wet, hot pussy.
The next minute was a starry-eyed blur. My hands groped Haley all over while I came, and when I was no longer paralyzed by the force of the orgasm. I descended on her, covering her in kisses until I could hear her giggling.
I opened my eyes to see her smiling up at me, cheeks pink and pure joy on her face.
I pecked her once more on the lips.
“I’m holding you to that promise,” she whispered. “Every night.”
“I’m a man of my word,” I rumbled back, stroking her face. “Now and forever. I never want you to doubt that again. Never.”
“I won’t,” she whispered. “Never.”
Epilogue
HALEY
“Which tablecloth do you prefer: the white or the silver?” asked Kat. I turned back to look at her, my hand resting on my stomach. She held up two neatly-folded tablecloths for me to choose between. I squinted and bit my lip, considering them.
“I think the silver is a little fancier, right?” I remarked, grabbing for the silver one. Kat pulled them both away and raised an eyebrow.
“No, no. You just sit. Beverly and I will take care of it. You need to rest,” my sweet front desk clerk insisted. I giggled and gave her a spontaneous hug.
“Kat, I’m not an invalid. I can walk around and put up decorations just fine,” I assured her, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She shook her head firmly.
“Nope. Go sit in your chair over there. You can dictate whatever you want from over there. We can handle it,” she commanded, guiding me across the room to my armchair. It was specially designed by my own whims, my own taste. The head interior designer and I clicked on every level, and in the past year I had spent a lot of long brunches and dinners poring over plans and blueprints and patterns with her. It was amazing, finally getting to put my own touches on the resort. While my father’s vision for the place had been truly a sight to behold, it was time to accept that his presence and influence over the Peppertree was ending. It was my time now to make the place suit my tastes, have it reflect who I was.
It had been a year since Chase and I married each other in that last-minute, sloppy Vegas wedding. I had fallen so hard, so fast, and I knew I was lucky to have had Chase there to catch me as I fell. The last several months had been some of the best of my life, and I had Chase to thank for that. Now, it was our anniversary, and I wanted to do something special for him.
Beverly came over and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up, breaking out of my deep thoughts, and gave her a smile. “Hmm?” I murmured.
She grinned. “God, you look happy,” she commented. Then she added, “What’s on the menu for your fun anniversary dinner?”
“Well, you know how a million years ago we had that fantastic French chef working down at the lodge restaurant? He was a friend of my father’s,” I told her.
She nodded, looking confused. “Yeah. Didn’t he quit after your dad passed?”
“Yes, he did,” I sighed. Then I perked up. “But a few months back I gave him a call. He had gone back to Paris to teach at some famous culinary school there, but he was bored and tired of city life. As we were talking, I started to get the sense that he wanted something different. So I worked up the courage to ask him back.”
“Oh wow,” Beverly said, sitting on the couch beside my chair.
“Yes. It was pretty nerve-wracking. I mean, Chef Louis is a big deal, both here and in France. But after some discussion, he agreed that coming back to the Peppertree might just be the change he was craving,” I explained. “So he came back, and along with the other Michelin chef we hired seven months ago, he’s been helping to train our kitchen staff.”
“That’s great, Haley!” she exclaimed. “So all the people you already had got a free, Michelin-star education in the culinary arts?”
I laughed. “Pretty much. I’m really proud of them. They’ve all learned so much. Of course, my two chefs will stay in control of the kitchen for the time being, but all my staff have learned how to do things the right way. Chef Louis taught Lauren, one of our line cooks
, how to make this really nice beef bourguignon. I’m so amazed at how far she’s come. I mean, I saw the potential in her when I hired her years ago, but she’s really come into her own. It takes a lot of guts to handle criticism from Chef Louis-- he can be a little harsh sometimes, and Lauren is so quiet and shy I worried she might crumple under the pressure. But actually she’s become kind of his pet project. So tonight, she’s making that dish for us, and Chef Louis is providing his special fougasse with olive oil and sundried tomatoes.”
“Damn,” she swore, “that sounds good.”
“You’re telling me,” I laughed, patting my belly.
“I bet everything sounds pretty great to you right now,” Beverly added with a smile. “You know, you’re not even showing yet. Has that crazy hunger kicked in already?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes, it has,” I assured her firmly. She giggled.
“And he doesn’t know?”
“Not yet, no. I wanted to wait until I was super sure before telling him. I didn’t want a false alarm or anything. That would break his heart,” I explained.
“So you’re going to tell him tonight?” she prodded excitedly.
I beamed at her happily. “Yes. That’s the plan.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet! I bet he’s going to cry,” she remarked.
I snorted. “Maybe. But I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the crying type.”
“Well, sad crying, no. But happy crying? I bet he will,” Beverly teased.
“Aw. That would be really cute. I guess we’ll see,” I mused.
“So when does Chase fly in? Where was he, anyway?” she asked.
I watched as Kat pulled up a chair and stood precariously on top of it to string up a banner with HAPPY ANNIVERSARY across it in big, sparkly lettering. I winced, almost too afraid to watch her. All afternoon I had kept offering to help her, but she wouldn’t let me lift a finger to do anything. It was a sweet gesture, but I hated feeling like a useless spoiled brat sitting here doing nothing.
“God, I hope she doesn’t fall,” I mumbled. Then I realized Beverly had asked me a question and I shook it off. “Oh. Sorry. I think his flight gets in any minute now, actually. He was off in San Francisco, closing some major deal for a beach-side condo building there. He’s had his eye on snatching up some more west coast properties for the past few months. I think our little trip to San Diego in July sparked some new obsession in him or something,” I chuckled.
“Oh yeah, how was that?” she asked.
“It was awesome. The zoo was even cooler than I had expected. I can’t wait to go back there sometime after the—”
“Ouch!” exclaimed Kat, who was cradling her hand to her chest. A big black stapler went tumbling to the floor with a clatter. Beverly hopped up and ran over to help Kat get down from the chair.
“What happened?” I called out, getting up to walk over.
Kat waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, nothing. I’m fine. Just nearly stapled my own hand to the ceiling, that’s all,” she admitted. “This is why I never liked art class. All those staplers and scissors and hot glue guns. I’m too accident-prone for that life.”
Beverly was looking over Kat’s hand, examining it. She had very recently finished her final year of medical school, and was about to embark on a residency. I was elated, because the hospital they assigned her to was right here in town, which meant that I would get to hang out with my best friend much more often than we had been able to before. In fact, for the time being, she was crashing here at the Peppertree in one of the newly redesigned suites. She had begged me to let her pay for the room, but I refused. She was my best friend, and the privilege of having her close by was payment enough for me.
Besides, it wasn’t like I needed the money. Nor did the Peppertree. Even though it was still under major renovations, our success had skyrocketed in recent months. That was largely due to the fact that Chase’s brother Luke had recommended the resort to one of his celebrity friends, a swimsuit model named Gisella who had a huge following on Instagram. She stayed for a week, snapped a bunch of photos of herself posing and lounging around the property with a bunch of popular hashtags, and our fate was sealed. The Peppertree was trendy now, the kind of place where young socialites and influencers came to stay when they wanted a break from the hectic lifestyle of the big city.
“Ohh, just a little blood,” Beverly commented, clucking her tongue. “Come on. Let’s wash it off and clean up. Haley, do you have bandages in your bathroom?”
“Yes, of course,” I told her.
“All right. Just a minute,” she answered.
She led Kat into the bathroom to clean and wrap her stapled hand while I sat quietly, thinking about how much had changed in the past year. At the start of our one-year “fake” marriage, I had been overwhelmed, wondering how the hell I could possibly survive a whole twelve months of lying to everyone we knew. Of hiding my true feelings for the man who first broke my heart back in college. I couldn’t keep myself from falling for him. In fact, there were times when I thought perhaps I had never actually fallen out of love with him in the first place. After all, there had not been any other men who could have even come close to taking his place, not since college. I had thrown my heart, body, and soul into the Peppertree instead of trying to date other people. I had so easily given up on finding someone, accepting that I would just have to be lonely forever, if I couldn’t have the man I truly wanted: Chase.
But now? He was all mine. My dream, that impossible dream that used to keep me awake at night, was coming true. We were together, and it was amazing. We were both incredibly busy, of course. Chase had his gigantic business to attend to, and I had the Peppertree. On top of that, Celia had officially moved to London to be with Liam after their wedding last month. The two of them were constantly sending us photos, calling us long distance to chat. Celia and I had become good friends, as we seemed to have a lot in common. In fact, I had even started to take over some of her old responsibilities. Celia had just landed a job at a publishing house in London, and Liam was a journalist. The two of them worked well together in their own industry, just like Chase and I worked well in our business. It was a lot to juggle, and life was pretty hectic. Chase was constantly flying all around the world to check out new properties, to follow the progress of renovations and rebranding of old locations. He took a very hands-on approach these days, different from the detached way he used to conduct business. That meant the job took up more of his time, but it was paying off. As it turned out, clients adored Chase and were always much more willing to get involved when he was present-- which was a surprise to no one. That kind of handsomeness and charisma landed major deals.
Sometimes I did miss him, but he made sure to spend as much time as possible here with me at the Peppertree. The eventual goal was for me to travel with him on almost every trip, but for now, I had to stick around the resort and oversee the renovations. Luckily, in the future, I would be able to pass off most of my responsibilities to my staff. I was training a few of them, Kat included, to be able to handle operations here without me. It was bittersweet, training other people to take over what had essentially been my entire life for years and years, but I knew that it was time for me to relinquish a little control. The Peppertree was not the sole focus of my life anymore, and that was okay. I could keep the Peppertree and sustain my father’s legacy without having to totally sacrifice my own dreams to do so.
I dreamed of being a mother, of raising a child and knowing the kind of love only a parent can experience. I dreamed of being a wife, of loving a man who loves me and would do anything for me. That kind of love I already had with Chase. It was strange to picture my life without him in it. I often wondered how the hell I had managed to survive so long without him. It wasn’t like I didn’t have the strength and independence to carry on. I was a tough lady and I could handle all kinds of things a lot of other people would struggle with. But life was just so much sweeter, so much more complete with Chase around, that it was bizarre
to think the portrait of my life had ever excluded him.
Beverly and Kat came back out of the bathroom, both giggling. Kat had her hand wrapped in gauze and Beverly was telling her some joke or pun. I rolled my eyes even as I smiled. Sometimes I wondered if part of why Beverly finally agreed to take me up on my offer to let her stay here had something to do with Kat. The two of them had become quite close. In fact, there seemed to be some kind of magic in the air around the resort the past few months. Everyone appeared to have an extra spring in their step, to be happier and lighter than usual. Coworkers who had previously disliked each other had resolved their differences. Employees who had seemed perpetually stressed-out and nervous now whistled and sang as they worked. It was like someone had cast some kind of lovely spell over the Peppertree, and it showed. There was even love in the air. More than a few couples had paired off from my staff, which I didn’t mind at all as long as it didn’t distract too much from work. I generally just turned a blind eye to the romances blossoming all around me. If people wanted to fall in love, who the hell was I to stop them? Especially considering the bizarre details of my own love story.
I had married my college sweetheart out of nowhere in order to secure a crazy deal to get the Peppertree and to give Chase an heir. That was insane. So who was I to judge other people for dating their coworkers? As far as I was concerned, love was the most beautiful and elusive thing on the planet, and if you were lucky enough to find it wherever it showed up, then you might as well grab it and hold it close for as long as possible, regardless of circumstances.
“Hey, what’s all this?” Beverly was asking. I looked over to see a couple of the kitchen staff members walking in carrying a few bottles of what looked like fancy champagne. Beverly glanced over at me with an eyebrow raised. “You sure you should be drinking bubbly in your current condition?” she asked pointedly.
I laughed and walked over to take one of the bottles and hold it up. “It’s sparkling apple cider, Beth. Calm down. I’m not going to chug a bottle of Prosecco, okay? Chase gets champagne, and I get Martinelli’s,” I giggled.