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

by Jamie Knight

  “In the spirit of having backs, did you end up asking Toby to come to the wedding?”

  Over the past six months, Poppy has been warming up to him. Ian, the bartender, and I were able to convince Poppy that maybe her dislike of Toby was coming from how she had feelings for him. She’s still wary of the whole idea, but there’s been a little exploration.

  “Yes, he’s here, but the focus is on the beautiful bride. We can talk all about me another time.” Poppy finishes up with my hair and holds her head by mine. “You look amazing. Daniel will not be able to take his eyes off you,” she smiles. “Which is just a normal Saturday, but still, you are gorgeous.”

  I can feel myself blushing. “Thanks.”

  “Okay, I’m going to make sure everything else is ready. I’ll leave you to relax a little.”

  Poppy runs out. She’s been the perfect maid-of-honor, taking care of so much. We kept the ceremony simple, but there was still quite a bit to prepare.

  And now, I’m about to walk out there and become Mrs. Daniel Davies. I’m just a quiet, nerdy girl, and somehow, I’m about to marry a billionaire. But it’s more than that. We have so much in common — more than I would have initially guessed.

  I look down at my engagement ring. It’s a beautiful big sparkly diamond, but it’s what’s engraved on the inside that warms my heart.

  ‘You are my beautiful Moon.’

  It means I’m safe with Daniel, and I’ll always be safe with him. I can trust him with my whole life.

  It’s time to go get married.

  ***

  I’m about at the altar standing across the way from Daniel. He looks absolutely handsome in his tux. I want him to eat him all up, but we have to get through this ceremony and reception first, but I have plans for later.

  I look out at our guests and see our friends and family. Everyone we’ve invited has come — all of Daniel’s siblings. After Jake, I was promptly introduced to William, Eileen, and their spouses and got a private tour of the Dark Club. They were all so nice but also surprised. I was the first woman Daniel had ever been serious with. It seemed like our relationship wasn’t just a shocker to us. Pearl is here, so is Ian. Poppy looks so happy sitting next to Toby. I hope things work out between them. I want her to have a happy ending like I’ve had.

  Daniel’s father is here. I haven’t gotten to know him too well, but we’ve all been warming up to one another. Daniel still has some issues with his father, but together, we’ve been getting through it.

  I take notice that Angela made it. She RSVP’d maybe, just in case a more significant, better event came along. She’s come back to the firm. I hadn’t realized she liked working there. She told me she acted like it wasn’t a big deal because she didn’t want me to feel bad. I appreciated that. Though, she’s still her out-of-touch self. She came with her sugar daddy, looking absolutely perfect with her manicured nails and styled hair. It’s all topped off with her off-white dress. I know she wanted to get some of the spotlight today, but I don’t care. I’ve got a soft spot for her silly antics.

  I look at Daniel and smile. It’s finally happening.

  Dan

  Gemma is positively glowing. She so beautiful, I could take her right here, right now, but I don’t want to scandalize our friends and family. I already have something set up for our first night as husband and wife.

  We hold hands while the priest starts the vows.

  “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Daniel Davies and Gemma Samuels…”

  ***

  “You may now kiss the bride.”

  I grab Gemma and dip her. I’m a little enthusiastic, but I’m so happy that she is now my wife. She giggles when I dip her, but I can tell she’s into it. She kisses me back just as passionately.

  We right ourselves and turn to the cheers and applause of our guests. Gemma and I run down the aisle and get into the limo that will take us to our reception. Once we’re sitting down, we’re both breathing heavily, high off of all the excitement.

  “So, we’re married,” Gemma comments.

  She looks over at me, and her smile grows bigger. I kiss her again, placing them all over her face.

  “How are you feeling, Mrs. Davies?”

  “Positively divine, Mr. Davies.” She leans into me, and we head over to the reception.

  ***

  “My big brother, Dan, can be a hard one to crack. He’s always worried about making sure everyone around him is happy and comfortable, he can forget about himself.” Jake is giving his best man speech. He wouldn’t let me hear it beforehand, wanting it to be a complete surprise. “But Gemma came along, managed to get Dan to open up, and I know she’ll make sure he doesn’t forget about himself anymore. To Gemma and Daniel!”

  We all raise our glasses. I hadn’t expected to be so touched by my brother’s speech, but Jakey has a way with words, so I should have known he’d have the perfect speech.

  “How are you holding up, Mrs. Davies?” I lean over and whisper into Gemma’s ear.

  “Quite well, Mr. Davies. I would love to dance with you.” She looks over at me, batting her eyes.

  I offer up and hand and lead her to the dance floor. The band starts to play a song, and we have our first dance as husband and wife. Not too much time later, other people start coming to join us. There are only a few moments throughout the night when we separate. Besides that, we are joined at the hip, reveling in our marital bliss.

  “Are you ready to sneak out?” I ask Gemma. She nods.

  Our guests are still partying, and I’d like them to enjoy the free food and booze until they are wiped out, so Gemma and I leave without alerting anyone. It’s time for our wedding night to start.

  ***

  After renting the bridal suite of the hotel we held the reception at, I barely look at any of the room’s amenities. It doesn’t really matter. I have the one thing I need, my wife, and a few things I don’t.

  Gemma wants to preserve her dress, so I waited to get rough until I helped her out of it. She’s standing before me nude in white heels, looking like the sexiest thing on earth.

  “On the bed,” I order as I take off my tux. Reaching into the pocket, I pull out a length of silken cord. Gemma giggles when she sees what I have. Immediately she puts her wrists together over her head. “No. On your back.”

  Giving me a questioning look, she lies down. Using the cord, I trace it up her legs, then her stomach, then finally down one of her arms. Taking that hand, I use the rope to secure her wrist to the bedpost. Gemma’s eyes light up.

  I work my way through the frame of the bed to the other side and tie up her other wrist until both arms are held taut. Producing another silken cord from my tux pocket, I do the same with her legs. Pulling on the ties, I make sure that she can’t get out of the restraints.

  “What are you going to do to me next?”

  “I’m going to love you,” I start, placing a kiss on her shoulder. “I’m going to take care of you.” I kiss her other shoulder. “I’m going to work hard to have you as my pet, and my wife, forever and always.” I place my lips on hers this time, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

  “I’d like that,” she says against my lips.

  “I’d like that, too.”

  I hold my body over hers, allowing myself a couple seconds to admire my wife. That is what Gemma is now, my wife. We’ll be together forever because we managed to find a way to one another in this dark world. I’ll never take her for granted again, and I will make sure that every day we are together, she feels loved and safe and that she knows she can trust me.

  Moving back on my hands and knees, I drop down between her spread open legs. I’m ready to be inside my love, but first, I need to tease her a little — just to remind her who is in charge in the bedroom.

  I start with my fingers, gliding them gently up the skin of her shapely legs until I reach her pussy. There I slowly rub her lower lips, teasing them open and feeling her get wet under my touch. As her body shifts a
nd she pulls at the restraints, I start to press a bit harder, pushing two fingers into her pussy then pulling them out again so I can enjoy the taste of her juices. Gemma is sweeter than honey.

  Putting my face into her crotch, I tease her clit with my tongue until it is hard and tense. Ever flick makes my wife’s body jerk and pull against the cords that bind her. But she can’t get away, she is trapped, and I can make her come over and over.

  Licking harder, I thrust my fingers back inside of her pussy and rub my fingertips along until I find her g-spot. Once I find it, Gemma’s hips buck into my face, but she can’t pull away completely. I lick her clit and rub her g-spot until she is begging for me to stop. There is no way I am going to, and soon, I am rewarded with her first orgasm of the night.

  Gemma cries out my name, her head dropping to one side.

  Still feeling the contractions of her pussy, I blow some cool air on her clit, helping her calm down.

  “That was so —”

  I cut her off by dropping my tongue down onto her clit again and licking it roughly. At the same time, I finger fuck her as hard as I can.

  “Oh, my God!” Gemma cries, coming again almost immediately. This time her body rocks against the bed, feet and hands pulling hard against her bindings.

  When the quivering in her pussy stops, I slip my wet fingers out, then rub her folds. Gemma relaxes into my touch, and that’s when I surprise her with a slap directly on her tender clit.

  “Daniel!” she gasps, her eyes opening wide.

  I don’t stop. I slap her pussy over and over until she comes again, and her juices are running down her butt cheeks onto the crisp white sheets of the bed. Moving closer, I take my hard cock in hand and rub the tip into those juices. Gemma is so slick, and her wetness makes me want her even more.

  After a few more seconds of teasing, I thrust my dick into her, the warm embrace of her pussy pulling me in. No matter how many times we have sex, I always feel almost overwhelmed with how much our bodies work together.

  I watch as Gemma struggles against the restraints. She’s been wriggling for me all evening. She’s come over and over again, and we’re about to come together.

  The first few times I pump my cock into her body, I go slow. It’s a smooth movement, letting her sensitive walls feel every inch of me. As I pull out, her hips try to follow, begging me to thrust back inside of her, which I do.

  With each movement, I watch my wife’s face. Gemma bites her lower lip. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moves her shoulders from side to side as pleasure washes over her. It’s sexy to watch her enjoying me. I love how I make her feel.

  My cock is straining, so I speed up the pace. Taking her harder, my hips slap into her open thighs as my cock hammers into her cervix. It feels good. It feels rough, and every sensitive spot on my dick is humming with tension.

  Gemma moans. She pulls at her bindings as I feel her pussy start to clamp down on me. Keeping my rhythm, I reach one hand up and touch her clit.

  “Daniel!” she moans. “I’m going…oh, God…I’m going to —” Her final words are cut off by a massive scream.

  Inside, her body echoes her pleasure as her pussy milks my cock so hard, I can’t help but let go. My dick strains, making my head spin, and I come with my love, spilling tons of my seed inside of her. My hips keep thrusting on their own, pumping her over and over, sliding through my cum and pushing it into her womb.

  This time I know I put a baby in her.

  Tonight marks the start of the next chapter in our lives. This one will be just as happy as the last as long as I get to be with the love of my life — my wife, my pet, my Gemma.

  THE END

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  Prologue

  Bradley

  I shouldn’t have been doing this. Shouldn’t have these thoughts about James’s daughter.

  But, she was so damn hot. And she had been practically throwing herself at me. Those hips, those lips, those eyes… it was as if she was begging me to do what I wanted, which was to bend her over my lap and spank her ass for being such a bad girl, and then thrust my dick deep inside her mouth.

  Her father James was the only good friend I had these days, and he had been ever since I so desperately needed one. After I was injured at war and discharged from duty, he’d taken me to his house and let me stay with him even though he had only been my commanding officer. We’d grown close, both due to the gratefulness I’d felt for him and the bond we’d shared as he’d helped me get back on my feet.

  Fucking his daughter was no way to repay him for his kindness— even though it was clear she wanted me to take her for her very first time. Sure, she was an adult and seemed to know exactly what she wanted— which was very obviously me. And I wanted to take her— every which way I could.

  From behind, while she was on all fours calling out my name and I was pulling her hair. From on top, while I was looking into those pretty eyes she liked to bat so innocently at me. From underneath her, so that she could spread those legs wide and let me all the way into her tiny, tight, wet little pussy.

  I couldn’t do it. Could I? It could have all sorts of negative consequences. James would no doubt kick me out of his house. And what if I knocked her up? She had her whole life ahead of her, and mine had just been unexpectedly derailed.

  I had to fucking control myself. But could I? Not with those curvy hips of hers walking in front of me, while she was dressed only in her bikini, begging me to come for a swim with her. Swim with her? I wanted to swim in her. And I always got what I wanted.

  Chapter 1

  Bradley

  “Hope the chicken isn't too spicy for you,” said James, looking over at me while I absentmindedly scraped my food around on my plate. I was so lost in thought, I almost forgot where I was.

  I was still trying to process everything. So much had happened. I knew that, all things considered, I was very lucky. Too bad that lucky felt so fucking shitty.

  I shifted in my chair to try to relieve some of the pressure from my hip. I winced at a sharp pain shooting from my toes up my leg.

  I had been an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force for about eighteen years. Some people have looked at that as “not shit” since I wasn't in direct combat much, but for me, it let me do what I loved while still serving our country.

  I was a self-taught mechanic, learning everything I knew as a young kid working on the cars of friends, family, neighbors, basically anyone within a ten-mile radius who would let me near their car. People would remark with amazement when their car was fixed using little or no parts, and drove better than it had before it needed work done on it. News traveled fast about the teenage boy who could fix cars and did it for next to nothing, sometimes even for free.

  I vividly remember a lady walking up to my house, looking nervous and afraid.

  “B-Br-Brad?” she asked quietly.

  “'Yeah,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

  Wringing her hands and glancing around nervously, she continued, but in a language I did not understand. It wasn’t Spanish or French or any of the languages I’d heard in school. Might’ve been Hungarian.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am…” I remember extending out my hand slowly, with caution.

  She was so scared. It was then I realized her body
was wrapped in some unusual garment I’d never seen before. I couldn’t tell if it was one of those fashionista things or one of those National Geographic things. The sadness in her eyes touched my heart.

  “C-Caaar? Car? Help?” she asked in an unsure voice.

  “Sure, I'll help you. Let me give you a ride to wherever your car is.”

  As I said it, I made a motion with one of my arms as if I was using a steering wheel to drive, while gesturing at her with my other arm to come with me. She understood what I was saying and lit up right away, smiling.

  We drove the mile to where her car was and I saw what was wrong right away. Her car had overheated and needed coolant. I drove her over to the gas station and she bought some. I put it in her car, had her start the car, and after a few minutes, her engine sounded better and she was ready to go.

  “Tank you,” she said, bowing her head deeply, holding my teenaged hand between her two hands, clasped as if in prayer.

  “You're welcome.”

  She looked up into my eyes, hers welling with emotion. “God… God repay you,” she said.

  “It's okay. Really. I'm just glad that I could help,” I told her.

  I saw two car seats in the back of her car and wondered where her children were. I didn't bother asking her. But, I was happy that I could help.

  That was when I realized that my interest in being a mechanic was more than just a hobby. I wanted to make it my profession.

  I worked hard and put myself through trade school, paying for it by working at a fast food joint. Those were long, hard days, going to school during the day and working at night. Sheer will got me through those nights when the restaurant was slow.

  But, I knew that if I had any hopes of doing anything with my life, I would have to keep going. I came from a dirt-poor family. Most of them had barely gotten through grade school, let alone had any real profession to speak of.

  So, when I graduated from trade school as a mechanic, I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. Unfortunately, though, there weren't very many opportunities in the town where I lived. And I didn’t have the money to pack up and move.