Текст книги "Unlawful Desire "
Автор книги: Chelle Bliss
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Epilogue
Six months later
As I stood at the altar, waiting for Georgia, I looked out into the crowd. Years ago when I moved to Florida for college, I didn’t have anyone. But today, I had enough that I could fill an entire church.
Although I would have said that my life was full before I met her, I didn’t really start living until I made her mine. She brought the smile to my face each morning, gave me a reason to come home at night, and always made me feel loved.
My parents sat in the front row and stared at me. My father sat up straight, beaming from ear to ear, and looked prouder of me than at any other moment I could ever remember. And Mom. What could I say about her? I could almost see the corner of her mouth turned up, but she wouldn’t give me that satisfaction. It wasn’t her way. It never had been.
Behind me along the altar were my groomsmen. Using that term wasn’t entirely accurate. Each of them had played an important role in my life. They were my family. The only one I’d had for so many years. City, Bear, Morgan, Thomas, James, Tank, and, last but not least, Flash rounded out the group.
City was my best man, much to the dismay of Bear. I had to explain to him that City and Sunshine were the reason we were getting married in the first place. That alone earned him the right to be my best man. Bear stomped around for a little bit, but eventually gave in, though not before being a dick for a little while.
I wiped the sweat from my brow and tried to steady my breathing. Shaking my hands out, I exhaled slowly and emptied my body of all air. I rolled my neck and inhaled before closing my eyes for a moment.
I could do this.
There hadn’t been a day that I’d rethought my proposal or regretted meeting Georgia. She was mine. She was everything I had wanted but tried to avoid. I wouldn’t change a moment of my life.
It brought me to her.
All the heartache and the loneliness put me on a collision course with her. Without Jeanine cheating on me, even though I’d never forgive her, I would never have met my girl.
When the music began to play and the doors in the back of the church opened, my heart started to pound faster and beat with such ferocity I thought it would burst out of my chest. It was finally happening. I was getting married. Georgia was mine…forever.
I squeezed my hands into tight balls as I tried to see behind the line of bridesmaids and catch a glimpse of her, but she remained hidden. I pulled at my tie, trying to cool myself off.
Be calm. I just needed to stay calm.
Fuck. I didn’t think I would be so nervous. I wanted this. I was sure of it. There was nothing that made me question standing here waiting for my future wife to come to me—to say yes and be my forever.
City rested his hand on my shoulder and gave me a firm squeeze. “It’s normal, man. Just breathe,” he said softly in my ear. I nodded and kept my gaze fixed on the back of the church.
Gigi walked down the aisle in the cutest pink dress, throwing pink rose pedals with such determination to every toss. The wedding guests all giggled and smiled at the cuteness, and Gigi, being Gigi, ate it up. She was a ham and totally her parents’ kid.
One by one, the women walked toward me, and I strained to catch the smallest glimpse of my girl behind them, feeling my heart beat a little faster with each passing second.
Until I saw her.
Georgia.
I sucked in a breath, stunned by her beauty. “Jesus,” I whispered. Why was I such a lucky son of a bitch?
Her hair was half up, with dark curls cascading over her shoulders and framing her breasts. She’d muted her makeup so that it almost looked like she hadn’t applied any. I always told her I loved her natural beauty, and today, at our wedding, I fell in love with her a little more than I had been the day before.
As she walked down the aisle, the long, lace train of her dress flowed over the floor with each step. The dress had a plunging, deep V neckline, but not enough to show a ton of breast—stunningly sexy and beautiful how it draped her body.
Our eyes were locked as she walked toward me. I couldn’t drag mine away from hers. It had sunk in that we were getting married, but the enormity and finality of the situation suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
A calmness came over me that I’d never felt before. This is what I wanted. She was who I wanted and nothing else is the world would ever change that.
In the beginning, I’d thought she was too young and had too much life to live to be with me. But I’d never been so wrong about anyone in my entire life. Thankfully, our friends didn’t allow me to walk away. They pushed and pushed until I didn’t have any choice but to admit I had feelings for her.
Somehow, I put aside my bullheaded, asshole thinking long enough to realize that the best thing to ever happen to me was right in front of my eyes. Actually, it was the cocksucker that ran her off the road. That single event changed everything.
“Breathe,” she whispered as she took my hand and walked up the altar steps.
I didn’t know I’d been holding my breath the entire time she walked toward me. I couldn’t stop replaying our time together, what brought us together, and how solid our relationship had become.
When she reached the final step, I kissed her cheek. “You look so beautiful I couldn’t help but hold my breath. I thought that somehow I had been dreaming this moment, and that if I even blinked, it would all disappear,” I whispered into her ear before righting myself after the priest coughed.
She mouthed “I love you” before we both turned and took our places in front of the priest.
I couldn’t even pay attention as the priest spoke. I had no idea what he said, nor did it matter. I knew what the words meant, but the thing I focused on the entire time was the girl by my side and the vows I’d written to explain my love to her.
My knees shook as we stood, ready to say the words that expressed our love to each other. I grasped her hands in mine and slowly stroked the backs of her hands with my thumbs.
I was given the cue to begin my vows and I stared into her eyes.
“Georgia, today I devote my heart, body, and soul to you. Before you came into my life, I was a shell of a man, searching for a purpose. You are my reason to live, to breathe, and to be the best man I can be. You make me want to be worthy of your love. I will spend my entire life showing you how much you mean to me. The day my eyes locked with yours, I knew I wanted you, but I thought it would be too selfish to cage a free spirit so young. I was wrong. Love doesn’t stop someone from being who they were meant to be, it only makes them a better version of their former selves. I will love you even after I take my last breath. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of eternity, I will be yours.”
Her eyes had filled with tears as I spoke, but they hadn’t fallen. She hadn’t even blinked during my words, just stared back at me with her lips parted and barely breathing.
I swallowed hard and inhaled. I’d rattled off the words, everything that I’d felt, without taking a deep breath.
After a short pause, she wiped her eyes and began to speak. “Frisco, when we first met, I thought you didn’t like me, but that didn’t stop our friends from pushing us together. The more time I spent with you, the more I liked you. I realized that you’d closed your heart and were scared of anything that resembled a relationship. Slowly, I gained your trust, and eventually, your heart. But the thing you don’t realize is that I knew, from the moment I kissed you, you’d be mine forever.” She paused and inhaled quickly before starting again. “You’re the first man to make me feel completely loved for who I am. I will never forget the day you saved my life. Not just by pulling me from my car, but the day you asked me to be yours forever. Not only had you given up on love, but I had too. No longer will I be a poorer version of Miss Havisham—spending my entire life alone. No, Frisco, our love is like those in the greatest love stories told throughout history. But our whole story has yet to be written. I will, from now through all eternity, be yours and only yours.” She took another breath and smiled. “Until the sun no longer shines in the sky and the world as we know it no longer exists, I will always be your Felicia.”
I squeezed her hands and began to laugh. That was the reason I loved her the most—the way she could take a serious situation and make me feel so much joy that I thought I could die from happiness.
“By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest nodded to us, but we were too busy gazing into each other’s eyes to even remember that we were supposed to turn toward the crowd. “You may now kiss your wife,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around her back, drawing her flush against me, and kissed her. Not the same way I had yesterday, but as the man who now owned her heart. Forever.
The end…
Love doesn't make the world go 'round.
Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
~ Franklin P. Jones
Afterword
Dear Reader,
Thank you for taking the time to read Unlawful Desire. I hope you enjoyed meeting Frisco and Georgia. I had a blast writing their story and bringing back some of the loved characters from previous books.
Typically at the end of a new release I have the sneak peek of the next book in the series, but I didn’t include one in Unlawful Desire. There’s a reason for that. I have so many book ideas swirling through my head and I can’t decide which I’ll release next. It may be another ALFA book or maybe a standalone.
2016 is going to be a busy year. I plan a release for the Men of Inked series, the ALFA series, and a stand alone novel or two. It’ll depend on which characters speak to me first.
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Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master's degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor's in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can't imagine doing anything else.
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I hadn’t felt this wanted in forever. The way she tore at my clothes and worshiped my body was astounding. I felt like a Greek god when she removed my shirt and fell to her knees, licking the ridges of my abdominal muscles. If I had any doubts about fucking her tonight, they melted away as soon as her tongue touched my flesh.
The orgasm I had been fighting since the second I slipped my dick inside her was begging to be unleashed. Unable to resist the urge, I released her hair and tipped her ass higher in the air. Needing to hit her at just the right angle to send her over the edge with me. Planting my feet on the mattress, I held on to the headboard, using my arms as well as my hips to batter her inside with my dick.
Her face was sideways, giving me a full view as her mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. She sucked in a breath, holding it as I moved inside her. Each time she held the air in her lungs, I could feel her pussy bearing down on my cock, trying to shove it out. She was close and exactly where I wanted her. Adjusting my body, I grasped the headboard tighter, using my arms to pull myself forward. As her pussy contracted around my shaft, I dove in deeper, leaving no space untouched. My body hummed with pleasure. My entire being craved the orgasm. The weight of my balls and the tingling down my spine made it clear that I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she mumbled as I slammed into her a couple more times.
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With my body still trembling, I fell forward onto her back. Breathing heavily, I gulped for air, exhausted. She collapsed beneath my weight. There were no words for the way I felt after being with Fiona. Not just hanging out or fucking her but the entire experience.
“Wow,” she whispered, peering up at me.
“Yeah,” I replied, still lost for words. Is this where I’m supposed to say thank you? But then again, maybe she was saying “Wow” as in “Wow, that sucked.”
“You’re quite the stud, Sam.” She giggled and wiggled her ass against my semi-erect cock, still partially buried inside her.
The laughter burst from my lips before I could stop it. I don’t think anyone had ever called me a stud while my dick was still in her. I’d admit that I was a good fuck. I took pride in it.
Getting a woman off was the ultimate turn-on. The men who didn’t give a fuck and only cared about getting their rocks off always baffled me. Who the fuck would come back for seconds when you’re a selfish lover?
I rolled over, taking her with me. “Fiona, it’s not hard to be when you’re involved.” My fingertips traced circles down her arm as she nestled into my side. “You’re so beautiful. God, I was turned on. I’d stay buried inside you all night if I could.”
Her mouth formed an O as she blinked. “So you’re a one-hit wonder?” she teased, quickly biting her lip as her body shook from laughter.
“Fuck no, I’m not! I’m not done with you yet, woman.” I grabbed her shoulder, bringing her lips to mine. My breathing still hadn’t returned to normal, but I wouldn’t let something like that stop me.
“I was kidding,” she mumbled against my lips, laughing.
“I wasn’t,” I replied, lifting my body above hers.
I kissed her jaw.
“Really,” she said and exhaled.
Licking a trail down her neck, I stopped on her jugular and nestled my body between her legs.
“You don’t have to, Sam,” she mumbled as her back arched.
Sinking my teeth into her flesh, I tongued her skin between my teeth and ignored her. I watched her face as her cheeks grew pink and her mouth fell open. She wanted more, no matter what she said.
“I was kidding.” Her eyes fluttered back and sealed shut.
I slid my tongue down her collarbone as I made a beeline for her nipple. It was still hard and ready. Capturing it in my mouth, I nipped it with my teeth.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “It feels so damn good.” Her back arched higher, pushing her breast into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I mumbled against her nipple, letting the vibrations work with my mouth.
She trembled as her hands moved to my shoulders and dug in. The bite of her nails was divine, making my dick jump in reaction. Between the ways she reacted to me, the scent of her arousal, and the feel of her body, I knew I wanted more. I didn’t know if I’d ever get my fill.
The need to taste her overtook my thoughts, sending me on a path down her body. Glancing up at her, I slid myself between her legs. God, she was so fucking beautiful. The paleness of her skin dancing in the light was a thing of grace. The roundness of her breasts hid her face, but the space between gave me just enough to gauge her reactions to my movements.
My mouth salivated with the scent of her arousal. Sweetness with a hint of my scent still clinging to her skin made my mouth water. I brushed my nose against her hair, taking a deep breath and getting my fill.
I stuck out my tongue, capturing her wetness on the tip. The taste was better than the smell as it spread through my mouth. A deep growl escaped my lips as I moved forward and licked her with the flat of my tongue. Using just enough to tease yet not enough to bring her sufficient pleasure to be satisfying.
“More,” she demanded, thrusting herself toward my face.
Resting my hands on her thighs, I pushed down and out, holding her open and still. This was my show. She wouldn’t control what happened, how hard, or where I licked. I wanted to touch her everywhere with my mouth.
I kept my licks light as she whimpered and struggled against my hands. There was no way I’d let her take charge. When she finally stopped moving, I drew her clit into my mouth and tongued it.
There was nothing more amazing than having the most sensitive spot on a woman’s body inside my mouth. The feeling of power gave me a high. Staring up her body, I watched her respond to my touch. Even though I’d just fucked her like a champ, my dick grew stiff.
I was ready. Ready for more Fiona. Listening to her moan and scream my name in ecstasy was better than anything I’d ever heard. Maybe I was just drunk on pussy, overthinking everything that had happened. It felt right. Being with Fiona made me feel at peace.
There was no way in hell I’d fuck her again until I made her come against my tongue. My fingers itched to move, wanting to feel her pulse against them. I stroked her opening, feeling her legs spreading to my touch as an invitation.
Thrusting my fingers inside, I sucked her clit harder as she writhed against the mattress and bore down on my fingers. God, how I wished it were my dick inside her, feeling her from the inside, but it wasn’t. My time would come. My cock’s time was near.
This wasn’t a sprint. I wanted a marathon. When I felt her begin to quake and her breathing grew uneven, I backed off and removed my mouth from her body
“Oh God,” she moaned and pushed her pussy against my face. “Don’t stop. Fuck,” she hissed. She raised her head off the pillow and glared at me.
Before she had another chance to protest, I curled my fingers and brought my mouth down on her fast and hard. Her head dropped back onto the pillow as her fingers tangled in my hair. I wanted to laugh as she held my head against her pussy. I loved her greediness and knew the feeling of being denied an orgasm.
I made love to her pussy with my mouth. Luxuriating in her softness, engulfing her with the warmth of my lips. I was drunk on pussy. Drunk on her and intoxicated by her body, I relished every ounce of her wetness I swallowed.
“Yes!” she cried out, pushing my face against her almost to the point of suffocating me.
There are worse ways to go than being choked to death in the pussy of a lovely woman. When she cried out, her legs closed and trapped my head. I used my last bit of air to bring her through her orgasm without depriving her of the grand finish she deserved.
When her legs fell away and her body grew slack, I gasped for air. My brain felt light-headed as I tried to draw in breath but struggled. Watching her coming apart and feeling her body quake in my arms was worth the lack of oxygen.
I pushed myself up, still struggling to steady my breathing. “Whew,” I snickered. “You almost killed me there,” I huffed out, rubbing the sweat from my forehead. Sex sweat was the best kind. Fuck, it was cathartic.
She laughed, throwing her arms out to her sides. She swallowed hard and sighed. “If you would’ve stopped, I would’ve killed you.”
As I crawled up her body, I laughed and shook my head. “You’re an amazing woman, Fiona.” It wasn’t a lie. Less than twenty-four hours ago I didn’t know she existed, but now I can’t imagine going back to that lost soul. She was like an angel sent to bring me back to life.
“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered as I hovered above her lips.
“I planned on it. I’m still not done with you.” I smiled against her mouth before crushing my lips against hers.
I lost count of the number of times I made her come. Using my cock, tongue, and hands, I brought her more pleasure than any other woman in my life. Why did I care so much? I wanted her to remember me. I wanted her to want me. I didn’t want to be a one-hit wonder. It was the only way I could think of to get an invitation back. This couldn’t be the end for us. My future was before me, and I’d do anything to see how it turned out.
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