“Hell yes, that’s what I’m saying, Kaylie.”
“Woohoo! We’re going to live in sin together, baby,” I teased. “Maybe we should get some practice in before we go and get buck wild tonight.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said as he picked me up and marched down the hall towards the bedroom before tossing me onto the bed. There was a wicked gleam in his eye that made me so hot, and an idea popped into my head as I stripped off my sweater and jeans. Something that would show him how much his decision meant to me.
“Jackson,” I murmured to get his attention as he whipped off his shirt. I was distracted by the sight of his chest for a moment before I realized he was standing there, staring at me. “I want to make tonight as special for you as you made it for me, but I didn’t have time to plan something in advance.”
“Any night I get to spend with you is special, sweetheart,” he reassured me.
“But tonight’s different. Things are changing, moving to the next level. Your decision to move with me to New York? It’s huge, Jackson. You’re making sure my dreams come true just the way I imagined them,” I tried to explain.
“That’s the idea, Kaylie.”
“Then I think the least I can do is try to make one of your sexual fantasies come true, don’t you think?” I asked.
His pants dropped down his legs, and he just froze there staring at me with a shocked look on his face while they lay tangled at his feet. “Any one of them in particular or did you have something specific in mind?”
I gave him a seductive smile as I lay back on the pillows, lifting my arms above my head. I crossed my wrists and rested them on the headboard before saying, “What do you think?”
“Kaylie,” he breathed out, staring at me spread across the bed clad only in my bra and panties. No other words were said before he moved into action.
He kicked off his jeans and swiftly walked into the bathroom. I heard him slamming some cabinets as he went in search of something to tie me up with. At least that’s what I assumed he was searching for. I heard a ripping sound right before he came back in the room with strips of a torn sheet gripped in his hands.
“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to do this to pay me back for my decision. I made it for me as much as I did you.”
“I want this, Jackson. I’ve been curious about it ever since our first night together. I was scared before, but I’m ready now. You’ve proven to me that I can trust you with anything,” I reassured him.
“You can trust me, sweetheart. I swear to you, I will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If you don’t like it, you just tell me to stop,” he promised.
I just smiled at him and held my hands out to him. Now wasn’t the time for words. It was the time to show him I was ready for this.
He pulled off my bra before looping one of the torn pieces of sheet around my wrist, tying it loosely before wrapping it around the bedpost. His fingers trailed down my arm and across my chest, pausing so he could tease my nipples before he moved to do the same to my other wrist. He gently nudged me so that I moved down the bed a little, laid bare and vulnerable beneath him. Sitting on his knees, he looked down at me, one fingertip running lightly across my skin, sending goose bumps everywhere it touched.
He leaned down to whisper hotly in my ear. “I swear to God, I’m going to make this good for you, sweetheart.”
“I have no doubt about that, Jackson.”
His slipped his fingers into the sides of my panties as he tugged them down my body. Once they were off, he held my ankle as he moved one of my legs to the side as he looped another piece of sheet around it so he could tie it to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. He ran his palm up the inside of that leg, lifting it slightly so that he barely touched my pussy as he crossed to the other side to run it down that leg on his way to secure it to the other post. I had expected to be uncomfortable lying naked and spread out before him with no way to move or cover myself. But it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. Instead, I felt powerful, which was a very strange thing considering I’d put myself at his mercy for now.
His eyes flared passionately as he looked at my body. “Fuck, Kaylie. You have no idea how beautiful you look like this. It’s even better than I imagined when I pictured it in my mind. Are you comfortable?”
I shook my head at him. “No, Jackson. I’m not.”
He gave me a concerned look. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is it too tight?” he asked worriedly.
“Not too tight. Too slow. Please, I need you now. Don’t make me wait,” I pleaded.
A relieved expression crossed his face before he flashed me his smug smirk. “Naughty girl. I should make you wait after scaring me like that. I could, too, and there wouldn’t be anything you could do about it, would there?”
He didn’t really expect an answer to that question, but I still found myself shaking my head in response. His cocky attitude was turning me on so much. He always enjoyed himself in bed with me, but he seemed really playful right now. And it was making me so wet. I wiggled my hips a little, testing to see how much I could move. It was just enough that I could lift my body off the bed slightly.
“Does my Kaylie need me to touch her?” he murmured as he reached out to stroke the inside of my legs with the palms of his hands. If they hadn’t been tied up right now, I swear I would have tightened my legs on him so they’d be trapped. I really did need him to touch me, and I looked up at him pleadingly.
He must have seen the desperation in my gaze because he swiftly moved into action, stroking and touching me everywhere he could reach. He paid particular attention to my breasts, knowing full well how much he could turn me on by playing with them. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed gently before pushing them closer together so he could easily move between my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and sucking them into his mouth. The puckered tips were practically begging for more as he switched his attention back and forth between them, the cold air hardening them further each time his mouth abandoned one. I didn’t think he left an inch of my skin untouched by the time he’d worked his way down my body before he finally turned his attention to my drenched pussy. By this point, I was desperate to come.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, incredibly turned on by the whole experience. I’d had no idea I’d love the feeling of being under his control so much or I would have agreed to try this much sooner.
“Let’s see how many times I can get you to say that tonight,” he teased before kissing down my stomach. He stopped to swirl his tongue at my belly button while his hands wrapped around my inside thighs, resting right at the seam where they met my body. I knew he could feel how incredibly wet I was for him when his grin flashed triumphantly across his face. “I bet I can get one out of you right now, couldn’t I?” he asked as his thumbs inched towards each other. He slid the tips of both thumbs just inside me, teasing me by not moving fully inside. I tried to move, but I couldn’t go far enough to drive them any deeper.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, Kaylie? You need more?”
“Yes,” I hissed out.
“I don’t think you do,” he said before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
The pressure combined with the feel of him swirling his thumbs at my entrance was enough to set me off.
“One,” he murmured before licking down my slit to ram his tongue inside me, his thumbs holding me open for his probing tongue. He fucked me with his tongue so deep that I could feel his chin digging into my ass.
He was relentless, holding me in place even though I couldn’t move. My feeling of helplessness just heightened the experience, and before I knew it, I was climaxing again. He didn’t stop licking me, and I was so sensitive at this point that I could barely take it anymore.
“Jackson, no more,” I begged.
“Two,” he replied.
“Fuck me now, Jackson. Give me number three with your cock hard and deep inside of me. I f
eel so empty,” I whispered, pulling out the big guns to turn the tables a little in order to get what I wanted. His eyes flared even hotter at my words. I knew how much he loved when I talked dirty to him.
He stood up to drag his boxers off his body, his cock springing free from its confinement. He ran his hand down the shaft as he looked at me on the bed before grabbing a condom from the bedside table. I loved watching him touch himself, but I needed him inside me now, so I was thrilled to see him roll it down and climb between my open legs.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear, his cock resting at my entrance.
“Now,” I whimpered.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled his hips back and slid deep inside with one smooth stroke.
“Fuck,” he groaned deeply.
“Hard and fast, Jackson,” I pleaded. Now wasn’t the time for anything else.
I felt his hands lift me up as he placed a pillow under my lower back, tilting me up and changing my position slightly. I felt him slide even farther inside, deeper than he’d ever been. He slowly moved backwards, his cock dragging out of my body. I thought for sure he was going to tease me like this all night, but as soon as he left my body, he slammed back inside as deep as he could go. Then he tortured me again by slowly pulling out. He kept that same rhythm for a while, alternating between slow exits and hard thrusts until I reached the point where I started to tighten around him as I neared another climax.
“Now, Kaylie. Give me number three and I will give it to you hard and fast,” he commanded.
It was enough to push me over the edge again, and he picked up his pace and started to hammer me into the bed. His hips pumped back and forth over and over again as fucked me harder and deeper than ever before. I wanted to hold on to him, but I couldn’t even get any words out as my climax went on and on, feeling like it would never end. Waves of pleasure kept rolling over my body as his cock bottomed out each time he drove inside. It felt like he was growing harder with each thrust, and I needed to take him with me.
“That’s right baby. Fuck me as hard as you can, Jackson,” I whispered to him. “I’m all yours. You can take me anyway you want.”
My words spurred him on even further, and he leaned down to capture my mouth in a hard kiss as he thrust one final time before I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me as he came.
****
“I can’t believe that you’re really going to come with me, Jackson,” I whispered after I recovered from having my mind blown by what we’d just done in bed. It had taken a few minutes to catch my breath and get the blood flowing again after Jackson untied me. I was still stunned by how far Jackson was willing to go to make our relationship work. But so very happy.
He tilted his head down so he could gaze directly into my eyes, our lips almost touching. “Of course I’m going with you, Kaylie. I don’t think you understand exactly how much you mean to me.” He pulled my hand up so that it rested on his heart. “You have owned me from the very start. This heart? It beats for you, sweetheart.”
My pulse raced at his words as I melted inside. I knew Jackson cared about me, but this was something else entirely. Ours might have been a whirlwind romance, but that didn’t make the feelings between us any less real.
“I love you,” I blurted out, unable to keep my feelings bottled up inside. The words might not have been as pretty as the ones he’d just given me, but they sure seemed to do the trick. His eyes lit up and he tightened his hold on me.
“Thank fuck,” he uttered, “because I love you, too. Just in case you didn’t get that that’s what I was trying to say.”
I pulled back a little so he could see how serious I was about my next words. “I think I’ve known for a while, but yeah, I definitely understood what you were trying to say just now. It was probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me in my life. Best moment ever.”
He flashed me his cocky grin, the one that drove girls wild. “No, Kaylie. Best moment until now. Because I’m going to spend my days trying to top that from now on. This is just the beginning for us. We’ve got our best days yet to come, sweetheart.”
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Charlotte thought she was doing the right thing when she decided to go away to college. When graduation comes and she needs to decide if it’s time to go back home and settle down, she worries that she’s not ready yet.
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AXEL
By Harper Sloan
Prologue
God… please let him be late. Traffic? Boss needed help? Hell, at this point I would even pray for his shoe being untied.
ANYTHING to give me just five extra minutes.
Taking a frustrated breath, I remember… I gave up pleading to the heavens years ago. Ten years to be exact. The day he walked out of my life. The day the sun stopped shining and my world turned gray. The day that my dreams turned into nightmares. I miss my dreams, the sun, and I miss him. So fucking much, even though I know I shouldn’t. After all, what good does it do to miss a ghost?
Come on… come on…. I silently beg the light to change. Why is it that the only time I’m running late, every single light catches me? “Fuck! Just fucking change!” I just know if I am not home in the next ten minutes all hell will break loose. Finally, as soon as the light turns green I slam on the gas. All I need to do is hurry and everything will be fine.
Right?
I roll into the driveway at 5:45, throw the car in park and rush into the house. Thankfully I had enough foresight when I left earlier to start the slow cooker. “Okay, Okay…” I mutter to myself, while rushing around the kitchen island to the table. If I didn’t hurry… nope, I can’t go there. There would cause me to lock up in fear, and cutting it this close, I can’t lock up.
“Deep breath, Iz… just breathe.” I remind myself, setting the bowls of chili down. As quickly as I can manage I set the table, make sure the glasses are spot free and the silverware is perfectly aligned. I was not going to make those mistakes again. Rushing back to the kitchen, I make sure I’ve washed and dried all the cookware, and signs of my slow cooker use. I have just enough time to make sure that my ‘face’, as he so lovingly calls it, doesn’t look like I just rushed my duties.
At 6:05, on the dot, I hear the garage door rolling up. Breathe. A few moments later, he walks in. Of course, he would never be running late. God forbid he would make it home a minute past his normal scheduled time. The world might end, sky might fall, and pigs might start flying.
No, not my husband; he is never off his game.
“Good evening, Isabelle. How was your day?” He asks, while unloading his arms of his coat, briefcase, and keys. He makes sure his coat is hung perfectly; wrinkles wouldn’t dare mess with him. Even they know not to poke the bear. After he disposes of his cell, wallet, and other pocket shit, he finally looks up at me with his cold, dead eyes.
Permission to speak has silently been granted.
“Good evening, Brandon. Things were normal as always today. Did some laundry, ran the errands you asked me to do, and got home around three. I know you said your parents are thinking of coming this weekend, so I wanted to make sure I had enough time to get the spare room situated before I started dinner.”
Lies, all lies … just enough to hopefully make him think I wasn’t out.
“Hmmm,” he states, while rolling his sleeves up. “So,” he looks up with his evil smirk and those dead eyes. “That wasn’t you I just saw speeding down Oak Street like the bats of hell were on your bumper, Isabelle?”
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