Summer Fling, page 37
Instantly, he uses his own to pry mine open wide and sweeps inside, chest rumbling with need, as he forces himself into the deepest recesses of my mouth—and my soul.
Finally, he wrenches away and takes my face in his hands. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “So much.”
“Do you need more proof that you belong to me?”
“No.” I don’t want to play games anymore. I just want Hayden. “I’m yours.”
“You’re not marrying Derek, right?”
“I’m not.”
He sighs with visible relief, then caresses my lip with his thumb. “You going to marry me instead? I’ve already talked to your dad. He’s given us his blessing.”
My heart catches in my throat. “Really? You’re seriously asking me?”
“I’m not letting you go again. The first time was the biggest mistake of my life.”
“Oh my god…” This is real.
“Is that a yes?” he demands.
“Yes.” I nod as it sinks in. I’m going to be Hayden’s wife. “Yes!”
“Oh, sweet pea. Thank fuck. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He skims his kiss across my jaw, seals our bond with a sweet press of lips, then reluctantly releases me to meet my gaze. “Do you want kids?”
“Of course.” I didn’t love being an only child, so I’ve always pictured three or four little ones I could nurture and spoil.
“Me, too. I want them with you.”
I smile. “I’d love that.”
His expression turns serious. “I want them now.”
Suddenly, I grasp what he’s saying. “Right now?”
“We’ve already waited years. You really want to wait more?”
A million thoughts flit through my head. We’d be newlyweds. I’m trying to start a new career. We need to adjust to living together. I’m still pretty young.
But we’ve known each other forever, so how much do we really need to get to know or adjust to one another? I can still work and be a mom; lots of women do it well. And worrying about age is for people who don’t know what they want out of life. I totally do.
“You’re right. Let’s start now.”
He laughs, then smacks a kiss across my mouth that’s meant as a celebration. It soon lingers, then worships. I’m sucked back into a vortex of passion I can’t escape. I have a feeling that’s how it will always be between Hayden and me.
When I’m melting, panting, and red-cheeked, he settles his body between my splayed thighs and peers deep into my eyes. “The night you gave me that token, you said you’d be saving yourself for me. Perrie?”
I know what he’s asking. I swallow. “I’m a virgin.”
A smile softens his face. “I should have guessed sooner. You’re a girl who always keeps her word. You’re not actually engaged to Derek, are you?”
“No.”
“And you never have been?”
I can’t quite look Hayden in the eye. “He’s a really good friend. I do love him…but he’s like a brother to me.”
“So why did you come here and…”
“And pretend? Derek offered me a job at his new start-up in Seattle. Before I accepted, I had to come here and see if there was any chance that you could finally want me. He offered to help.”
“I always wanted you…even when I shouldn’t have. So this farce was for me?”
I nod. “I figured if it didn’t matter to you now that I belonged to someone else, it never would. Then I could move to Seattle and try to get on with my life.”
“You need to turn down his job and tell him to go to hell.”
I laugh. “He won’t be terribly surprised. He’s only flying back tomorrow because—”
“He’s not even fake marrying you at noon.”
I shake my head. “He’s not. He just needs to get his stuff and say goodbye.”
Hayden raises a brow. “If he wants to stay tomorrow and watch me marry you—just so he knows you’re off-limits—I’m all for that.”
“You mean…you and I get married? For real?”
“Why let a perfectly good wedding go to waste?”
I giggle, giddy with happiness. Hayden is giving me everything I could have wanted. Well, almost. I’m still waiting for him to join our bodies and make me his in the most primal way possible.
“I love it,” I murmur. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. In a few hours—if I can stand not being inside you—I’ll get the engagement ring I bought you out of my pocket and slip it on your finger. Then we’ll open that bottle of champagne and drink from the glasses I sent with it, the ones that say Mr. and Mrs.” He flashes me a self-deprecating smile. “I was thinking positive because there’s no one else I want to be Mrs. Hughes except you.”
“That sounds great. But right now…”
“Right now, I’ve got to have you. I feel like I’ve waited my whole fucking life.”
“Me, too.”
Then silence falls between us. Hayden lowers his head and takes my lips again in a kiss both solemn and passionate. His hands roam, outlining the curve of my waist, then he grips my hips as he braces himself and nuzzles my neck.
After tracing an erotic path over my pulse point, his lips drift to my ear while he aligns his naked cock against the entrance to my small, aching pussy. “Tell me you’re mine, Perrie.”
“I’m yours.” I close my eyes in anticipation.
I’m only seconds away from feeling that on a deep, visceral level.
“Open,” he insists. “Your eyes, your cunt, your heart. Spread them all wide for me.”
I lift my lashes with a flutter and part my legs wider under him. My heart is already open; it has been for years.
He pins me with a commanding stare that makes me shiver. “Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”
“I will. And you’ll be mine forever, too,” I insist.
“I will.” He speaks the words like a vow.
My heart pounds and traps my breath in my chest. Time slows. I know only this man. And I’ll remember the way he’s looking at me in this moment for the rest of my life.
Finally, he bares his teeth and shoves his way past the thin barrier of my hymen with one rough push. Even as he tears into my body and I gasp at his invasion, our joining mends the fracture he left in my heart four awful years ago.
The discomfort between my legs is a small price to pay for the feel of Hayden working himself inside me, inching and pushing, only to withdraw and sink in again, this time deeper, more insistent.
“Oh, god… I’ve never felt anything better, sweet pea. Ever.”
I raise my hips to meet him as he slowly strokes downward again. Even though I feel packed full of him, he’s still not completely inside me. The stretch of my flesh to accommodate him burns and stings, but I welcome it.
“Deeper…” I moan.
He hisses as he balances above me, his dark eyes burning with both passion and the strain of holding back. “You’re so fucking tight. And it feels so different bareback.”
I’m shocked. “You’ve never…”
“Not without a condom, no.” He eases out, then forces his way back in—finally to the hilt.
We both groan. I feel him everywhere—inside me, around me, overwhelming me. I throw my head back, cling to him, dig my nails into him.
“I can’t believe I’m finally inside you,” he breathes. “I fantasized about being your first, sweet pea. I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long. The fact we’re together now, that there’s nothing between us, and you could get pregnant tonight…” Impossibly, he swells inside me. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I manage a little mental math. “The timing would be right.”
“Really?”
“Is that okay?”
“Okay?” Suddenly, he thrusts into me like a wild man, claiming me with a hard, ever-increasing pace that fires all my nerve endings. “I’m going to stay inside you all night, make you come for me until you’re wrung out, and fucking fill you every chance I get. I’d love for you to be pregnant when I marry you tomorrow.”
“Yes…”
All talking stops then. He pumps me deep, one strong push after another, increasing his pace into something raw, primal, insistent. Teeth bared, he groans as he grinds his way inside me, claiming me masterfully and turning my body inside out. Every shove of his wide cock scrapes nerve endings inside me that has my eyes flaring, my body tensing, my heart thundering.
“You’re tightening on me.”
“You’re unraveling me,” I manage to cry out between labored breaths.
“Good. I want to watch you come.” He rolls onto his back and grips my hips until I’m situated on top, straddling him.
He’s so huge, I swear I can feel him everywhere inside me.
“Now be a good little girl and fuck me.”
I sense Hayden is holding back a bit since it’s my first time, and it’s sweet. But he’s giving me a glimpse of the fact he’ll be dirty and raw in bed.
Yeehaw!
As I move carefully over him, my hair brushes sensually over my back. I splay my palms across the solid width of his workingman’s chest and drink in the sight of tribal ink around his thick biceps. As he guides my hips, my breasts bounce and my pussy catches fire. Incredibly, I feel him in places I didn’t before. And when he tightens and slams up inside me in rapid-fire strokes, my desire churns out of control. I start to come apart.
He hurries my loss of sanity with a thumb over my clit. “Come for me. Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, just like—”
I can’t hear the rest over the pounding of my heart. I tense and cry out as I feel the storm gathering between my legs and need tearing through my veins. It spills over and sends me skyrocketing to an ecstasy where I’m only aware of pleasure and Hayden deep inside of me providing it. It jolts me. I shudder, disintegrating before him, and scream my throat raw until a heavy roll of satisfaction hits me and I feel utterly boneless.
A split second later, he tosses me on my back again, jackhammers into me as if he can’t fill me deep or fast enough, then an animal growl rips from his throat as he impales me with one last powerful thrust, shudders, and floods my womb with his hot seed.
The moment is perfect, powerful, profound—and far more amazing than any teenage fantasy I ever had about making love with Hayden Hughes.
A moment later, he catches his breath and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Feel good, sweet pea?”
“Yeah.”
“Happy?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
He shoots me a sly grin. “Is that token you gave me good for more than one ride?”
The curl of my mouth turns naughty. “It’s good for the whole night.”
“Hallelujah. How about we break out the bubbly, I slip that engagement ring on your finger, then you can spread your legs for me again so I can make you deliciously sore and ensure you look well fucked tomorrow when I marry you?”
There’s my Hayden—audacious and challenging and perfect for me.
I wriggle under him, earning a hiss, then whisper in his ear, “I can’t think of anything I want more.”
Hayden
I’m in heaven.
Six days ago, Perrie came home, “fiancé” in tow, and forced to me re-examine my feelings for my best friend’s sweet, virginal daughter. Thank god I don’t have to fantasize anymore what being deep inside Perrie is like. After last night, she’s all woman—my woman. And as she walks down the aisle to me, looking stunning in a simple white satin floor-length sheath with lace insets along the back and the thigh-high slit, I could swear she’s glowing even more than usual.
Fingers crossed she’s pregnant.
Yeah, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but the notion makes me pretty damn ecstatic.
“I’ve never seen either of you look so happy,” Dan murmurs in my ear as he stands beside me.
“Thanks for being my best man.”
He nods. “Happy to. I’m honored to be beside you both as you become man and wife.”
“Will I be returning the favor soon?” I look at Hannah in the front row. “My sister looks teary-eyed…and she’s wearing a rock on her left hand that didn’t used to be there.”
“I proposed last night. She said yes. We’re going to Vegas next weekend.”
“Perrie and I will be there.”
Dan claps me on the back and falls silent as my bride glides toward me. I only have eyes for her. And my full heart is exclusively hers, too.
Finally, she reaches the front of the aisle. Beside her, Derek—who barely made it in time for the ceremony—lifts her veil and kisses her forehead. “Be happy, darling.”
“I will.” She glances at me with love in her eyes before regarding her friend one last time. “You find your person and be happy, too, huh?”
“Someday,” he murmurs before he takes his seat in the front row.
On the other side of the altar stands her best friend from college, Kayla, who came to be Perrie’s matron of honor. And the way she’s eyeing her new husband, Oliver, tells me they’re very much in love. Perrie tells me they’re already expecting, and I see they’re both thrilled.
I tuck a finger under Perrie’s chin. “You ready to become Mrs. Hughes?”
“Yes. Come on, slowpoke. Let’s get hitched.”
“Slowpoke?” I raise a brow at her. “Who got us a last-minute marriage license on Saturday morning so I could marry you now instead of waiting until Monday?”
“You,” she concedes, then glances down at the two-carat cushion-cut diamond I picked out yesterday. “And you’ve made me the happiest woman.”
“I’m going to keep doing that for the rest of your life.”
“And I’ll make you the happiest man, I promise.” She smiles, then whispers my way as we face the officiant. “You know I never break my promises.”
I know. And as I promise to love, honor, and cherish Perrie for the rest of my life, I figure she’ll learn soon enough that I don’t break my promises, either.
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A one-night stand…or something more? Karis isn't sure until a thief strands her in Mexico, leaving her in need of a passport photo—and a hero—and giving Cage a second chance to win her love.
Karis Weston paced the cold tile floor of her hotel room, not really seeing the oceanfront paradise that had lured her to Cancún. It had been twelve hours—a whole night—since she’d sent out a cry for help. She hadn’t slept a wink, hadn’t stopped shaking, hadn’t stopped wondering why someone had targeted her.
The phone on the nightstand jangled loudly. She started and gasped, then lunged for the receiver and pressed it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Karis?”
“Yeah.” She breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice. “Cutter? Thank god. Did Jolie pass you my message? What’s going on? I didn’t hear from her. Are she and the baby—”
“They’re fine. Take a deep breath. Your sister got your message and called me because she and Heath have gone to the hospital to—”
“The hospital?” Alarm pealed through Karis. “So they’re not fine? I told Jolie that all those long hours at the office, even if Betti’s expansion is going well, was bad for her pregnancy and—”
“Hold up. She’s not having a miscarriage. Your mother dropped in unexpectedly after she and Wayne the Pain broke up.”
The sarcasm in Cutter’s voice mirrored Karis’s own opinion. Her mom should never have started dating her soon-to-be ex-husband’s brother.
“Is my mom okay?” Other than not being smart about her love life…
“Apparently Wayne drove to Dallas early this morning so he could tell Diana face to face that he never had any intention of leaving his wife. Your mom got mad and um…swung a garden hoe at him—don’t ask—but caught herself in the leg instead. She’s having an x-ray and stitches now.” He huffed. “Things are handled here, but Jolie can’t come to Mexico, and Heath needs to stay behind to make sure she doesn’t overdo it. That’s why they called me. Tell me what happened with you, little gypsy.”
Karis softened at his nickname for her. Despite getting off to an awkward start, she and Cutter had become fast friends when he’d done his best to bodyguard her through a threat to Jolie and her women’s apparel company, Betti. Too bad she couldn’t have mustered an iota of chemistry with him. He was a great guy.
Unlike his older brother, Cage, who was a raving jackass.
She knew that…and yet, just like her mother, Karis had let her terrible taste in men tell her hormones that it was a fabulous idea to fall for the older Bryant. In fact, she’d taken one look at him, flashed hot all over, and instantly wondered if he could be her soul mate. After too much tequila and an amazing one-night stand, proof of his assholery had soon cured her of that notion.
If she saw him on her deathbed, it would still be too soon.
