by Hamel, B. B.
I drag her through the house, showing her everything. I worked damn hard on this place, probably harder than I’ve ever worked in my life. I’m a big man and pretty handy when I need to be, but still, this was a quick job and long fucking hours. I’m worn down but looking around the place, I have to admit, I’m pretty proud.
“How’d you do all this?” she asks.
“Wasn’t easy. Hired some help.”
“But you did this yourself?”
“Sure, I mean, some of it at least.”
She laughs lightly, running her fingers down the marble countertop. “I can’t imagine you doing anything like this yourself.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Where’d you learn?”
“Nowhere,” I admit. “The guys I hired did most of the planning. I was just an extra pair of hands carrying shit, hammering shit, and cleaning shit.”
She laughs and for the first time since we left her apartment, she doesn’t look like she wants to murder me.
“So, what, we’re going to live here together?”
I nod. “I figure, it’s closer to the main offices, and I know you always liked the mountain cabin, so…”
She bites her lip and walks over to the back sliding door. She opens it and steps out onto the composite deck, hands on the railing, looking out over the view.
I join her there and we stand in silence. It’s one hell of a view, just as good as the view from the family cabin. I paid a lot of money for this view, and standing here next to Amy, I think it was worth every penny.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she says softly.
“Yeah, I did.” I clear my throat. “We need to put on a show, right? Make everyone think this is for real.”
“But I know you’d rather live in the city.”
I laugh softly. “I’ve been living in the mountains my whole life, on and off. Maybe it’s time for me to settle down a little bit, you know?”
She glances at me, a strange expression on her face, but she shakes it off.
“You still should’ve called. I’m not just… forgiving you.”
“I know,” I say, grinning. “I don’t expect you to get over it that easily.”
“Good. Because I won’t.” But she’s smiling now, and I can tell she’s already moving on. “It’s pretty empty in there.”
“I know. I figured you could furnish it, if you want. Or I can just hire someone to do it for us.”
She laughs softly. “Throw some more money at the problem, huh?”
“Usually makes it go away,” I admit.
“Not a bad way to live, if you’ve got money.”
“Fortunately, we do.”
She grins a little and stretches. “Come on. It’s late. You got beds in there, right?”
“Sure do,” I say. “How about we take a tour upstairs?”
She shrugs and follow me back inside. I lead her to the steps, and we start climbing up together.
“You know,” she says from behind me. “You didn’t have to kiss me earlier. Back at the apartment.”
We reach the landing and I stop in the hallway, leaning against the wall. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I would’ve come with you either way.”
“True,” I admit. “Maybe I just wanted to kiss you.”
She blushes a little at that. “It’s complicating things.”
“I know. That’s why I said I know I shouldn’t.”
She lingers and I suddenly notice how close we are in this little hallway.
“Things are already complicated enough,” she says softly. “We don’t need to go ahead and make it worse by sleeping together, right?”
“Right,” I agree.
She drifts closer. “It’d be stupid. That night, it was just, you know. Wedding, alcohol, all that.”
“Of course,” I say.
She steps closer and puts her hands on my chest. I look down at her, my whole body growling with desire for her skin. She slowly looks up and meets my eye.
“But I mean, things are already complicated. It can’t hurt to lean into it.”
“True. We can’t make things worse than they already are.”
“And I am still pissed at you.”
I smirk and run my fingers through her hair. She half closes her eyes as I take a fistful and grab it tight.
“You think you want to work out some aggression?” I whisper, pulling her chin up and her head back.
“Maybe,” she croons. “Maybe that might help.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say, and her eyes meet mine.
“Just don’t be an asshole again.”
“Can’t promise that.”
She bites her lip. “Try anyway.”
“Fine,” I grunt. “I’ll try.”
And she gets up on her tiptoes and kisses me hard, sending chills down my spine and setting a growl in my throat.
7
Amy
My house. Our house.
Me, my husband, and my unborn baby.
I know I should’ve told him right away. I know I should’ve just said the words out loud, hey, I’m pregnant and it’s yours, but I couldn’t do it. I still can’t and right now, right in this moment, I’m not going to.
I don’t care about what’s right and what’s wrong. I don’t care about making mistakes or making things complicated.
All I care about is kissing him and feeling the way I felt that night after the wedding.
His hand is hard in my hair, pulling it back. His lips find my throat and neck and he kisses me, turning back to pin me against the wall. I gasp, his body against mine, pushing hard, hand in my hair. I kiss him and bite his lip and he grunts, but he smirks and bites me back.
He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He unhooks my bra and I let it slide off as he kisses my chest and teases my nipples. He pins my hands above my head and licks my nipples and breasts and lips, driving me fucking wild. He keeps me pinned, controlled, dominated, and I know this is what I’ve been needing for the last three weeks.
His lips press against mine and he drops one wrist. I run my hand through his hair as he slides his hand down the front of my yoga pants, slipping under my panties. I know I’m soaking wet already, dripping down and ruining my panties, but his fingers are so slick that it surprises me and sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. He rolls them around my clit, slides them deep inside me, and I groan into his mouth, tongue against his tongue.
“Fuck, girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you have any clue what you do to me?”
“Only what you do to me,” I whisper back.
“You get me hard,” he says. “You get me so fucking hard I can barely breathe. My cock feels like it’s going to rip through my fucking jeans right now, all from this perfect little pussy. I keep thinking about that night, your cunt wrapped around my cock, and god damn, do you have any clue how much I want that again?”
“I know,” I moan. “I know how much.”
His fingers feel like heaven as he rubs my clit and fucks me with them, one hand above my head, pinned there by his enormous palm. I groan and kiss his lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy, riding my cock like you need it to live,” he says. “Your fucking body is perfect, you know that?”
“Oh, god,” I moan. “Don’t lie to me, you asshole. You don’t need to do that.”
“I’m not doing shit,” he growls, releasing my wrist to grab my hair again. I gasp from the slight pain. “You’re fucking beautiful. You never fucking listen when I say it, but maybe now you’ll listen.”
His fingers fuck me fast and I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders. He fists my hair hard and pulls my neck back, kissing my throat and biting my nipples. I groan and writhe against him.
He pulls back and drags me down the hall toward a door. He throws it open, the door slamming against the stop with a bang, as he drags me into an enormous master bedroom.
I get a quick glimpse around. Nightstands, dressers
, a huge four-poster bed. That’s all I see before he’s on me, dragging me to the bed, bending me over and pushing me forward.
He grabs my yoga pants and pulls them down over my ass. I look over my shoulder at my massive husband. He rips off his shirt and his jeans and I watch as he takes off his boxer briefs, stroking his massive cock slowly, licking his lips and staring at my ass.
He spanks me and pulls me down to the edge of the bed. He grabs my ass and kneels down, spreading it wide, licking me all over.
“Shit,” I gasp. “Ever.”
“Fuck, girl. You taste like what I’ve always wanted.”
“Ever,” I groan. He licks my ass and my pussy, tonguing every inch of me. It’s so filthy and wrong and god, it feels so good. I can’t help myself. I wiggle my hips as he slides his fingers inside of me, those big fingers, and slaps my ass hard.
“Fuck, girl. I want to leave a damn bruise on this pretty little ass.”
“Go easy,” I moan as he fucks me with his fingers again.
“Fuck easy.” He spanks my ass again, harder. “You need a good fuck, wife. You need a good, hard fucking dick between your legs.”
He pulls his fingers back and spreads my ass again. I’m at the edge of the bed and he grabs my hips, cock pressing against my pussy. I take a sharp breath as he slides himself deep inside of my cunt.
“Shit,” I moan, body tense. He’s so big, so freaking big. I can’t believe I can fit him, but here he is, sinking his massive cock deep between my legs.
“Amy,” he groans. “God damn, this pussy is like velvet. Fucking shit, you’re perfect.”
He starts to fuck me, harder than before. I gasp as he grabs my hair and slaps my ass, thrusting deep inside my pussy, taking me like he needs it, controlling me, dominating me. I love it as he pins me down and fucks me hard, ramming his thick cock between my legs, filling my pussy up to the brim.
I groan, stretching and moaning. I turn and he kisses me over my shoulder, massive hand around my throat, cock thrusting up inside me the whole time. It’s like heaven, a little pain, a little pleasure, but too incredible to ignore.
He bends an arm behind my back, pinning it there, thrusting deep inside me in hard, rough strokes. I roll my hips as much as I can, but I’m controlled, taking what he wants to give me, and loving him for it. I moan his name, gasp it, groan it, pussy coating his cock and drool running from my lips.
He pulls back and grunts at me, growling his pleasure. I get up onto all fours and turn to face him, taking his cock into my mouth. I suck him hard, tasting my pussy all over his shaft but I don’t stop. I love tasting myself on his big cock and I take him as much as I can, gagging, letting it slide down my throat.
He groans, grabbing my hair. “Fuck, Amy. Suck that cock, girl. Go ahead, take as much of my big cock as you can.”
I moan with his dick in my mouth, sucking him faster, before pulling back. I grab his hips and yank him down onto the bed. He lands on his back and I straddle him, mindless and going wild. I push back my ass and slide my pussy down his cock before he slips inside me.
I ride him fast, his dick buried inside. I work my hips and he slaps my ass hard, sucking my nipples, kissing my lips. He’s so big and his muscles are so hard and his cock is like granite between my legs.
I kiss his lips hard and rock my hips back. I’m sweating already with the strain and effort, my whole body tense as pleasure floods through my bones. I gasp and groan, biting his mouth, slapping back onto him.
“Every inch of you, every drop of sweat, I love it all,” he growls in my ear. “I want to see you come, you dirty girl. I never knew you could be so fucking filthy, Amy, but fuck. It gets me so goddamn hard.”
“You like when I’m dirty?” I ask him.
“Fuck, girl. I love it.”
I pull back suddenly and get off him. I take his cock into my mouth again, sucking my pussy off his tip. He groans, pushing me down along his shaft. I gag and suck him faster, sloppy and reckless.
He groans and pulls me back. He kisses my lips and shoves me down onto my back. He grabs my legs, spreading them wide, teasing my pussy with his enormous cock.
“Look at you,” he whispers. “Gaping and begging for this dick. You want it, don’t you?”
“I need it,” I moan. “Come on, Ever. Fuck me.”
He slides himself inside and I gasp. Brief pain, then intense pleasure as he fucks me, thrusting hard, losing himself.
We’re like animals now. He pins my hands down and fucks me hard, licking my nipples, my lips. I’m on fire, my pussy burning with pleasure and I can feel every muscle in my body tensing. I can feel it building, I can feel the wave coming over me, I can feel it and I need it so badly.
He growls as I roll my hips against him. He groans as I beg his name.
“Fuck me, Ever,” I gasp.
He thrusts harder, both of us sweating, both of us completely lost to the moment. It feels so good I can barely breathe and when he kisses me, biting my lip, it all releases at once.
I come hard as he thrusts into me, not slowing, not hesitating. I come so hard I nearly black out, pleasure ripping through me, every muscle slowly tensing then relaxing in rippling waves. He fucks me through it all, his animal body taking me rough, and I feel and hear him growl and gasp and grunt and come just as I’m nearly finished.
He fills me up and I love it, I love it so much. Fuck, it’s wrong, it’s fucked, but I love it. It feels so good, having him inside of me like this. He comes and fills me up and I moan his name as we both finish, both slowly come down from the moment, both slowly regain ourselves.
He slides off to the side and rolls onto his back. “Shit,” he says.
We’re both sweating. “Yeah,” I say.
“Even better totally sober,” he says, laughing.
“Yeah,” I agree, grinning myself.
He looks over at me. “So much for not complicating it.”
I just shrug and curl up next to him.
It doesn’t matter. Complicated or not, I needed that. I needed it so much, I didn’t even realize it, but he reminded me. Now I remember why I’m here, why I need him so badly.
He’s Ever, my Ever. God, it’s wrong, and I’m pregnant with his baby, but for the first time in three weeks, I feel like I’m at home.
8
Ever
We’re barely at the new cabin two days before we have to go to some new corporate event up at the Bloom headquarters.
Amy’s only partially moved in and she’s been keeping her distance after that first night. I don’t really blame her, to be totally frank. I did disappear for three weeks like an asshole.
I gotta learn to be better. If I want this to work, I can’t keep acting like an asshole. More than that, I can’t keep acting like a dick if I want Amy to be happy.
But at least she’s still willing to play along, and I have to be happy about that. I wouldn’t be shocked if she decided to back out after all this shit, but here she is, looking fucking beautiful and still hanging in there.
Don’t know how I got so lucky or why I deserve it. I probably don’t.
I glance over at Amy as we wind our way down the mountain highway into town. The headquarters are situated not far away, basically in the middle of this tiny town on the outskirts of the mountain. My father wanted the main corporate HQ to be out of the way of city life to maintain our image, but not so far that we’d be cut off from civilization. So he bought some land out here and built this corporate behemoth.
“Ever been here before?” I ask Amy as we pull up outside the front gate. I flash the guard my badge and he lets us through.
“Never,” she says. “I mean, I’ve heard of it, but…”
The Bloom, as it’s affectionately called, is essentially a large campus of five separate buildings. Corporate offices, quality control and testing, marketing and design, facilities, and law and research. We’re headed toward the testing building, around toward the back of the campus.
“Bigger than I expe
cted,” she says.
“My father never did anything halfway.”
“More cars, too. How many people work here, anyway?”
“A lot,” I say. I should probably know, but of course I don’t.
I don’t know nearly as much as I should, and all that’s going to change.
I fucked up for years, and now I’m scrambling to fix things. I should’ve been more involved with the company, here more often, trying to make a good impression. I always thought he’d just leave me the CEO position, like I deserved it, but of course he didn’t. My father and I, we never quite got along and I don’t know why I thought things would be different one day.
We pull around the back of the campus and I park among a bunch of other cars sitting in the far lot. The testing building is set off from the others a bit, more modern-looking, mainly because it’s the one that gets the most attention.
We’re here for a product unveiling, some special fancy waterproof backpack. All of the important employees will be here plus their families, and it’s important to show up to something like this, even if it’s just to get the lay of the land.
“I’m a little out of practice,” I admit to Amy as I park. I shift to face her. “I haven’t done one of these events in, well…”
“I can’t remember the last time,” she says softly.
“That’s saying something.”
She smiles at me. “It’ll be okay. Just be yourself.”
“I know. I just… we need to make a good impression on these people. Whit’s been playing this game a lot longer than I have, so we’re way behind.”
“Whit’s an ass,” she points out.
“True.”
“So don’t worry. I’m sure they all know it, too.”
I laugh a little. “Yeah. You’re right.” I climb out of the car and she follows me. Almost by instinct, I take her hand, and she hesitates but grips mine back.
I think about letting go, but we need to maintain the illusion of marriage. Besides, it feels good holding her hand, giving me a little confidence I desperately need right now. She looks gorgeous in a form-fitting navy blue dress, her heels clacking as we walk up the pavement and toward the front entrance. She looks smart, stylish, even a little sexy, and I bet I have the most beautiful woman on my arm tonight.