So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  “I love you too, Christian,” she pants. “Give it to me. Fill me like you did before. I want your cum.”

  The sensations running through my body are too much. She is so wet, so warm, so tight, and so perfect. I want to hold back, but it isn’t an option anymore. My cock swells. I let go, releasing my seed into my fiancée.

  As my warmth fills her pussy, Mandy gasps. Her pussy clamps down tight. Her whole body freezes for a few seconds and then it releases, fluttering from her pussy and up to her spine. I can feel her orgasm as her body shakes under me and it drives me to cum harder.

  She lets out a long, low moan. A sound I match with my own. My head swims as tingles cover my body and I cum into her over and over.

  In that moment, we are perfectly connected. It is everything I could have ever hoped for.

  Epilogue - Mandy

  I have a secret — but this one isn’t as bad. Ever since Reese and Kane and all my other friends got married in the garden on the top floor of McKenzie Tech, I have dreamt about getting married there too. In my fantasy, it’s spring, and all the flowers are in bloom. I’m in a white flowing dress, like a Greek goddess, with a crown of flowers on my head. And my groom is in a light tan tux with an orchid in his pocket. That is how I dreamt of my wedding going. But that’s not how it is at all and part of me is so glad.

  There is an iceberg off the port side of the ship. It’s about twice the size of the cruise liner, and I keep staring at it. With the amount of cloud cover overhead, the ice is almost a light blue in color. It shines when bits of sunlight peak through the clouds and catches the crystals in the ice. Overall, it looks majestic — majestic and cold. Seagulls cry overhead, and a few minutes ago, I saw a Bald Eagle soaring by.

  The boat dips slightly, causing me to grab the railing hard and lean into it. The movement is worse for my stomach. I don’t think that the baby inside of me is going to develop a taste for the sea or sailing.

  “Are you okay?” Reese grabs onto my shoulder and leans against the railing so she can look into my face. From the way that his mouth pulls into a straight line, I know I am pale. Hoping to give her some comfort, I smile slightly.

  “Morning sickness.”

  Eileen crouches down to put her arm around my shoulder. “It’s afternoon, Mandy. Almost evening.”

  “Tell that to the baby.” I rub my hands over my slightly bulging stomach mostly hidden by a faux fur coat that is fluffy and white.

  Reese’s frown deepens. “You don’t have to do this today,” she argues.

  I take her hand in one of mine and then grab Eileen’s with the other. The surroundings may be majestic, but the best part of weddings is the people that are there. After I told my friends that Christian proposed, they all jumped into a plane — and then a helicopter — to meet our boat.

  What Reese doesn’t understand is that I want my wedding to be today. It may not look at all like I planned — icy and cold as opposed to flowering and warm — but I cannot wait another day to be Mrs. Christian Keeley. And I know that my groom cannot wait either. Plus, having my baby inside me for my wedding is just the icing on the cake.

  I look up at both of my friends. “It has to be today,” I tell them. They both nod with understanding.

  “Can you two give us a moment?”

  The three of us look up. Sloane is standing to the side. She’s dressed in a nice black dress, not light blue, like my bridesmaids. I asked her to stand with me, of course, but she told me that Christian asked her to be his best man, or rather, woman. She’s the only member of his family here. So, I completely understand. His father wasn’t invited. I’m not sure he even knows.

  Reese and Eileen squeeze my hands one more time and then walk over to their husbands who are waiting for the service to start. Alone, Sloane and I look at each other in silence.

  “I guess you never thought that I would be your sister-in-law,” I joke.

  Sloane’s long face pulls down into an awkward frown. “No,” she stops suddenly, rubs her hands over her face, and then looks at me. “I mean…No, I wasn’t expecting this, but because of Christian, not you. I’m proud to have you as my sister, Mandy. But look—” She grabs onto the railing, leaning on it, and looks down at me. Her face is serious. “—I came over here to tell you that Mr. Coleman resigned. Kane and Ashton know everything that happened, and they will not be giving him a good reference. Perhaps he will have to move out of Manhattan to get a job.”

  That thought brings a smile to both of our faces.

  “Thanks, Sloane,” I tell her. “You really had my back. I appreciate it.”

  She frowns again. Her eyes look troubled. “I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with, Mandy, but I’m going to be your sister-in-law and the aunt to your child. I want you to trust me. You could have told me about the baby before. I don’t like that I found out from Eileen.”

  I sigh and drop my shoulders slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that you would accept me as part of your family. But I should have given you the chance to decide that.” I reach over and take her hand in mine. “No more secrets, okay?”

  Sloane smiles. “Deal.”

  “Ready, Amanda?” My dad and mom walk over, interrupting my moment with my future sister-in-law. Mom is shivering, her cheeks so rosy that I know it is more than blush, but still she is beaming at me. Apparently, the helicopter that Christian sent to my hometown in Idaho was quite the show. Mom thinks Christian is “fancy.” She’s kind of right.

  After sending Sloane to get the ceremony started, I link my arms with both my parents. The music starts and we walk towards the bow of the boat. Everyone that I love is standing before me, waiting for me.

  I find myself smiling as my grandmother waves. Bubby insisted on being one of my bridesmaids. She’s dressed in the same gown as Eileen and Reese, holding a bouquet of orchids. It means so much to me for her to be here. She’s always had my back and my life wouldn’t be the same without her.

  I let my gaze wander to the center of the aisle and the man waiting for me. Christian has never looked better. He shaved his beard, got his hair cut, and is filling out a pricy tuxedo nicely. I can tell that he is nervous about being the part of the center of attention, but that’s okay. Soon he will have my hands to hold and I will help him through it. Just like I know he will help and protect me and our children for the rest of our lives.

  ****

  After a night of dancing and partying, we retreat to our honeymoon quarters. Christian bought the biggest stateroom on the boat. It’s not too much bigger than the one that Bubby and I had, but this one has a king-sized bed.

  My shoes are killing me, so I immediately sit down on the mattress, slip them off and rub my slightly swollen feet.

  Christian looks over and frowns. “I thought that didn’t happen till later in your pregnancy.”

  I shrug. “I expect it was all the dancing, love.”

  He comes over, dropping to his knees before me. He leans down, giving my belly a quick kiss, then takes my feet in his big hands and starts to rub them. “Lean back, pet,” my new husband orders. “Relax.”

  I drop down onto my back, sinking slightly into the soft mattress. Christian works my feet over then pushes up the layers of my dress so that he can massage my ankles and calves. I flinch as his fingers touch a ticklish spot.

  “We can’t have any of that. You need to stay still, pet.”

  Climbing onto the bed and crawling over me on his hands and knees, my husband covers my shoulders and neck with kisses, before pulling one of my arms over my head. There is a slight brush as he pulls something over my wrist, then the leather loop tightens trapping my arm out straight. As he pulls my other arm up and ties it back, I smile, glad to see that not everything about my bossy boss has changed.

  “Legs too?” I ask coyly.

  “Of course.” Christian leans down to kiss me, then crawls over the bed to attach straps around my ankles.

  Bound to the bed with my legs spread wide, I feel exci
ted to be in my husband’s control.

  Christian steps back. He looks me over with approval, smiling smugly. “I have the prettiest little wife,” he tells me. I find myself blushing at the compliment.

  The tuxedo jacket slips from his broad shoulders. Christian sets it on one of the chairs in the seating area and then starts undoing his cufflinks. I watch how the muscles in his arms move under his white dress shirt. I ache to touch them, but I can’t. All I can do is wait and let the anticipation build.

  Cufflinks gone, my husband turns to me and slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes are hot with desire. I know he wants me badly. He wants to take me as his wife and seal our marriage bond, but first, he is going to tease me until I beg. Slowly, button by button, his shirt comes off revealing his sculpted, firm pecs then the ridges of muscle that line his stomach.

  His pants sit low on his hips so when his shirt is gone, I can see the V-cut of his abdomen. The sight makes my mouth water. I know the thick, long dick that it leads to. I have seen it many times, but the anticipation never goes away.

  My pussy is starting to ache badly as Christian rubs his hand over the crotch of his slacks. I can see his cock straining against his pants. I want him to free it.

  Christian smiles as he notices my fixed stare. “Do you want this, pet?” he asks rubbing himself harder.

  “Yes, sir!” A shiver runs up and down my spine. It causes my body to writhe and pull against my bindings. “I need it, sir. Give it to me please!”

  “Perhaps,” he jokes, as he pulls down the zipper in the slacks.

  The fabric moves off his hips and over his tight, round ass until the slacks slip down his legs to the floor. In his boxers, the thickness of his cock is even more apparent. The sight makes my pussy wetter. I can feel how damp my panties are.

  Twisting my hips back and forth — as much as the restraints will allow — I try to entice him. “I need your cock, Christian,” I beg. “I can’t wait any longer. Please, fuck me!”

  He smiles. “We’re getting there, pet. Am I going to have to teach you patience?”

  I look at him coyly from under my eyelashes. “No, sir.”

  His smile gets bigger, hungrier. “Good.”

  His thumbs slip into the waistband of his boxers and push them down, allowing his dick to be free and stand up straight. It’s so hard that it is almost touching his six-pack abs. The tip glistens with pre-cum.

  I find myself biting my lip with desire. My hips sway trying to call him to me; begging him to fill me and fuck me hard.

  Rubbing his cock up and down with one hand, Christian crosses to the bed. His dick is inches from my fingers, but because of the restraints I can’t reach out and grab it. It’s frustrating, but the anticipation is driving me wild.

  He climbs onto the bed, still stroking himself, and looks over me. “Let’s see what you have for me, pet.”

  Grabbing the fabric of my top, he pulls it down, freeing my swollen breasts. The cool air hits my hard, sensitive nipples and I gasp. Christian runs a finger around each of my buds. Even his light touch sends zaps of electric tingles running through my core.

  Christian leans down and quickly sucks my closest nipple into his lips. The warm, wetness of his mouth increases the electric zaps I feel, causing me to moan loudly and push my body up into his face. My pussy aches so badly. I need him to stop with the foreplay and get inside me.

  “Please, sir,” I beg. “Please. I can’t stand it anymore. Take me. Take me now.”

  Not listening to me, Christian keeps sucking on my nipple. He keeps my breast held tight in one hand while his other slides over the fabric of my white dress, gathering it to him, and pulling my skirt all the way up. My legs and panties are exposed. I twist my hips, pulling at the leather cords hard.

  His hand slides over my soaked panties causing him to chuckle low in his throat — a vibration I feel against my nipple. “God, you are so wet!” he breathes. “I love how wet you get for me.”

  His fingers brush over my folds, tracing my juices and feeling how ready I am for him. I push my hips up, begging for him to slide one in. I need to be penetrated. Two of his fingers slip inside me. Gently, he starts twisting them and pumping them in and out of me. I buck my hips to get him to go faster.

  “Does that feel good, pet?” he asks, putting his head against my breasts and watching me fuck his fingers.

  “Yes!” I moan. “Harder. Harder!”

  To my dismay, he pulls his fingers out of me. I look up, glaring into his eyes, and watch as he sucks my juices off my fingers.

  “Tease!” I snap.

  Christian sits back and laughs. “Oh, you are going to get it now!”

  Ungracefully, he crawls over me to the space between my spread legs. I find my breath catching. The moment I have been waiting for all night is here. Christian grabs my hips, pulling me hard onto his dick. It’s a quick harsh movement, but one I love. Suddenly, my pussy is full of his thick, steely shaft. His balls slap into my ass.

  A scream of pleasure rips out of me. I throw my head back, giving in to the sensations that are running through my body.

  My husband fucks me hard. He slams his dick into my wet pussy over and over, twisting his hips to slip inside me at different angles. His shaft rubs my g-spot. It pounds into my pussy walls making them ache with pleasure and tighten around him.

  My head is swimming. I moan and gasp and grunt with each of his thrusts, urging him on and letting him know how good he makes me feel. My stomach and abs tighten. My body tingles as he slams into me, taking me as his wife — his own — in the harshest manner. My body responds to him. I can’t hold off the wave of pleasure that is washing over me.

  “I’m cumming!” I yell. “Oh Christian. I can’t stop.”

  He grunts. “Cum for me, pet. I want to feel your pleasure.”

  The world freezes, and my body stiffens. Pleasure cascades throughout my whole body. It makes me lightheaded and the room starts to spin. My pussy, tight around his hard cock, throbs and quivers. It milks him for his seed.

  Christian gives me everything. He groans loudly as his thick, swollen dick releases streams of cum into my waiting pussy. I feel the warmth of his essence. It slides around his still throbbing, pumping dick, and down my thighs to coat the fabric of my dress.

  My husband shivers over me. His thrusts slow down, until he stops, and we just stay still — connected together.

  Finally, he sighs and slides out of me. The loss of his warmth is immediate, but Christian doesn’t leave me for long. He lays down next to me and pulls me against his warm, strong body. His chin rests on top of my head. I can feel how relaxed and content his breathing is.

  “You’re beautiful when you are like this, pet,” he mumbles into my hair.

  I pull against my bindings trying to turn to my side and put my back against him, but they are too tight.

  “Christian?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Are you going to untie me?”

  A chuckle vibrates through his chest, rumbling against my body.

  “No.”

  “Christian!”

  I can feel the movement of his jaw as he grins. “You shouldn’t have called me a tease.” He moves his head slightly, so that he can kiss me on the top of the head. “You have to be punished, pet.” He snuggles in closer to my body and puts his mouth to my ear. I can feel his soft breath. “Besides, I’m not done making you my wife.”

  The anticipation within me starts again. I know it’s going to be a long night and I find myself grinning from ear to ear.

  Extended Epilogue - Mandy

  After the Alaskan cruise, I felt the need to have our honeymoon on dry land. I was done with having my morning sickness mixed with the rocking of the ocean. However, I wasn’t opposed to a hotel room on the Greek coast with a view of a sea. Just as long as the room didn’t sway, I was happy.

  Christian listened to my suggestions with a bemused smile on his face. He never commented, he just made my dream honeymoon
happen. When I asked him, on the plane, if it was what he wanted, he just smiled deeper and told me that, “Any time spent with you and my growing baby is what I want.” The glint in his eyes told me that we would barely leave the hotel room anyway and it would be time well spent.

  As we walk into the Grande Suite at the Mystique Hotel in Santorini, Greece, I’m immediately blown away by the view. The bedroom opens up to a balcony that overlooks the white sand beaches and crystal blue waters.

  “Oh, Christian,” I gasp, “This view is perfect. Thank you!”

  He wraps an arm around my shoulders, leans down, and gives me a kiss on the top of the head. “I want this to be everything that you ever wanted.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “Besides, I plan to make use of the balcony.”

  Being held in his arms feels so safe and calming. I run a hand down to my stomach and feel my ever-increasing baby bump. We decided to honeymoon right after the wedding, just in case things got difficult with this pregnancy. But if things go well, Christian promised me a babymoon before the baby comes.

  After giving me another kiss on the lips. Christian grabs his suitcase and sets it on the table. His face is serious now. The heat of desire is in his eyes. I stare at his suitcase knowing what lies inside. I know that he is going to take control and do whatever he wants with me. My pussy gets wet at the thought of doing everything he commands.

  I look at him, lower my eyes, and kneel on to the carpet by the bed. “What can I do for you, sir? What can I do to thank you for this wonderful room?” Even as the words leave my mouth, I can feel the anticipation in my body start.

  “Prepare yourself,” he says simply, still eyeing the toys in his suitcase and running his fingers over them gently.

  Without hesitation, I take off all my clothes, carefully fold them up, and set them to the side. I kneel at the foot of the bed feeling my nude body cooled by the gentle breeze coming from the open windows and wait for him to come to me. Christian likes to test my patience. He makes me wait and I listen carefully as he walks around the room doing mundane tasks.