Willows, Jennifer - Bound by Accident [Moreland Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)
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“You know those things will kill you right?”
Mak, startled, jumped out of her toed-off shoes. Laughing, Charyn walked to her, taking the borrowed smoke, grinding it under one heel.
“Come on, it’s time for your surprise.”
Charyn took the heels in one hand, her with the other. She tiptoed to the car with him, laughing as he pulled away from the curb, their destination unknown. The ’cuda’s windows were rolled down, blowing her hair wild. The muscle car ate the few blocks north until they reached Dojo and parked. Makenzie was curious. They had come back here many times since the first visit, and she had seen all types of acts. Where was the surprise in that? But she put her shoes on and let him open her door, escorting her out. She hobbled to the door on her tip-toes, feet exhausted, arches begging for mercy. He led her to their favorite table, the same gold canopy that shielded them from onlookers as they made love. The place was nearly empty, with only a third of the tables occupied.
Before she had the chance to sit on the cushion, Charyn kneeled and tugged off the torturous luxury shoes she decided to hinder herself with by wearing the whole night. Once she was settled down Indian-style, a handsome Greek server of maybe twenty or so came to their table.
“Good evening, I am Christos. As the appetizer course has been served, your entrees will be here shortly.”
Christos offered two bottles of wine, one red, and the other white. Charyn approved the white on sight, not bothering to taste either. The server walked away, carrying the rejected bottle with him. Makenzie wondered what they would see tonight. She kept looking around her, peering in every exposed corner, and after sipping the white wine, she finally asked what she wanted to know.
“What is on special tonight?”
“Oysters on the half shell in a miso broth, served with a strawberry salad.”
“Okay…What is the entertainment then?”
“That, my dear, is the surprise.”
Makenzie was stumped and couldn’t even hazard a guess as to what would be displayed. If she had an idea, she would have rattled it off already. She would find out in a moment and kept silent, waiting to get the surprise of a lifetime, as she had been promised earlier in the day. The server said dinner would be out shortly. Just five minutes or so later, the two glasses of wine had Makenzie buzzed, and Charyn withheld more, offering her a glass of water instead. The server came back, dishes ready and fragrant, the delicate miso broth adding a touch of mystique to the air.
Charyn pulled her close, tugging at her clothes. He unzipped the jumpsuit from the side and unwound her rope panties. They fell apart at his touch, becoming simple rope again, and he slung the length over his shoulders. He undid his clothes as well, another favored pinstripe shirt in blue and gray. The slacks were next, and their clothes were a jumbled pile, shoes and socks on top. He pulled her on his lap, spooning her a small sip of broth. The gong sounded, and Makenzie was doing her best to peer around, but there was only silence. He fed her another sip, and the next, until she had eaten most of the broth.
Makenzie’s thighs were wet, and Charyn sniffed once as if he scented her arousal for him in the air. He smiled at her, and with no warning, gave her his cock. He just gave her some of it and let her squirm for the rest. By the time he was fully seated inside her, Mak was swiveling her hips, wanting even more.
“I love you, Makenzie. Be mine forever,” Charyn finally spoke. Makenzie was sure she was going to have a heart attack. She was beyond elated at his confession. Her relationship with Charyn gave her so much. His body told her, his actions told her, of his love for her. Next to that, the words were a formality. But they were certainly worth hearing over and over again.
“I love you back, Charyn Moreland, and I always will.” There was nothing else to say, and she lost herself in making love with the man of her dreams.
“Come for me. I want to show the world what love looks like.” The only request Charyn had made of her that night thus far and, with her hair trigger, easy to comply.
His strokes were slow and searing, the rope corselet constricting her. Just this side of too tight, as if each breath was a gift bequeathed by her lover. She held him, arms tight, cupping his head in back. Each breath she took was baited with his scent mingled with the smell of her own satisfaction. Before she could peak a second time, Charyn stopped moving, and grabbed her hips so she couldn’t move either. She looked at him, stumped.
Makenzie wanted to beg him to continue, only the other people nearby keeping her silent. Most of them were getting theirs on too, based on the shuffling and symphony of groans. The entertainers must have been stupendous and worked the crowd to a fever pitch, since usually the other diners were quieter. Mak looked at Charyn. He stayed still and silent, until long moments later, when his lips met hers. He whispered against her lips, “Marry me, Makenzie. Be my wife.”
Makenzie was shocked. She knew Charyn wanted a relationship with her, but his wife? He was asking her now? There was only one answer and she gave it. “Yes, baby, yes.”
His eyes gave away his trepidation, the fear that she would refuse him. Her answer cleared his eyes of their earlier apprehension, and he lurched against her. Eyes now dark and lusty, Charyn leaned her back, taking over. She came so quickly, there was only time to whimper.
“Come for me again, Makenzie.”
He rubbed his hips clockwise, scraping her clit. Back arched, Makenzie peaked higher, crying out his name. When she finally caught her breath, she heard the roar of applause. Charyn pulled an oyster from her plate, and when he opened the shell, a ring rested inside. He placed it on her finger, a perfect fit. When Mak’s vision cleared, she was a wearing a golden rope, large yellow solitaire front and center.
Chapter 16:
The End…For Now
Now, one year almost to the day since they met, Makenzie and Charyn were getting married. Charyn, true to his word, planned the entire affair. She barely had time to pick a dress and show up. Her new show was in a month, and she would be just getting back the week before from their honeymoon. In order to fill the volume needed for her gallery opening, she worked day and night. More often than not, she would fall asleep at her worktable, head down in front of her latest piece, only for her to wake in the morning and find herself looking at the sexiest man on earth, and he was all hers. So blessed with feeling loved, their early mornings of naked skin on his silken sheets, rebelling against the cold with her lover.
She had finally accepted the offer of moving in with Charyn after he proposed. But she still refused to let go of her unit, and Charli opted to sell the half to her. Although she had moved in with Charyn, the unit was newly occupied by a friend from her old job, Jamie. Her friend had recently come through a bad break-up and needed a new place quickly and with little fanfare. Makenzie negotiated a fair rate with her and left her furnishings for her new renter.
Jamie was also her singular bridesmaid. Charli was the maid of honor. No matron. Deven was Charyn’s best man, and Marques his only groomsman. Charyn chose the beach for the evening wedding, the ceremony at sunset. The guests walked double file, all carrying hurricane glasses with candles to light the way. The ceremony was quick and succinct, each speaking the vows they wrote for the occasion with conviction, and leaving even some of the unromantic guests crying. When the two kissed, the guests cheered, spraying the couple with birdseed. At the reception, most were shocked when they found out Charyn planned the couple’s wedding, but her mom took half the credit.
“Do you know how many calls I got in the middle of the night, wanting my opinion on ridiculous ideas? Crazy stuff, asking if he should have butterflies released? Had to scale that boy down some or he would have my child in the poorhouse. I’ve never seen a man so happy to get married in all my life.” Sharon laughed during her speech, tables of guests guffawing as well.
Makenzie knew that even as the guests laughed, almost every woman there would have given a vital organ to be treated the same way by their men. Too many of the male
guests were silent, and she knew some of their wives and girlfriends were going to make life hell when they went to bed that night.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer is a vixen who will try anything once, although it’s too bad she still has a full bucket list. She spends her days fixing other people’s mistakes with a smile, and her nights chasing her babies around while trying to write her naughty books. Most people don't recognize her from one day to the next since she tends to change. A lot. Thanks to her loving husband who gets to inspire a multitude of material, you have the pleasure of reading whatever story you read just now. She doesn't have a website yet, but when she gets one, you'll be the first to know. Feel free to Facebook or send an email to jenwritesuread@gmail.com. She loves to hear from her readers.
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