Sweet Sins (17 page)

Mike looked through the crowd and spotted Ryan dancing with Cassandra. “Why is everyone trying to take my girl away?”

“Because she’s easy to take.”

Mike marched off then pulled Cassandra away from Ryan, locking his arms around her like he’d never let go.

I smiled while I watched them then looked for my wife. She was standing at the bar, talking to—Kirk. My blood boiled when I looked at the guy. I saw him glance down her top and I was about to explode. I marched over, my intent to kill.

Scarlet was sipping water while Kirk laughed at something she said.

I moved to her side and put my arm around her waist. “Get away from my wife.” I stared him down, threatening him.

He held up
his hands. “Dude, chill.” I could tell he was drunk by the droop of his eyes.

“Go.”

Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Calm down.”

“Not now,” I snapped at her.

Kirk laughed. “I don’t even know what she sees in you. She’s so much hotter than you are. I mean, look at those—”

He was on the ground before he could finish his thought.

“Sean.” Scarlet grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Knock it off. Now.”

Her words stopped me before I could get in another punch.

Kirk moaned while on the ground then got back to his feet with a bloody lip.

“I’m granting you mercy,” I hissed. “Now walk away.”

He cursed then marched off, stumbling slightly.

Scarlet was immediately on me. “You can’t punch every guy that makes a comment about my rack.”

“Yes, I can,” I snapped.

“You provoked him. He didn’t even do anything before you came over here.”

“At the bachelor party, he said you were hot. Yeah, I had every right to do what I did.”

She sighed then grabbed my hand, checking it. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Let me know if he bothers you again.”

“I doubt he’ll be able to do anything
because you won’t leave my side.”

“The second I do, the wolves descend.”

She shrugged. “I guess I attract wolves.”

“Man, having a hot wife sucks.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me.”

“Any time a guy is talking to a hot girl, he’s hitting on her.”

“You just danced with Cassandra,” she pointed out.

“Totally different. She’s my sister now. Gross.”

“Sean, it’s going to happen for the rest of our lives. I suggest you just let it go.”

“I would definitely live longer.”

She laughed at my comment. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“Since I defended your honor, how about I get a reward?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

“I will when we get home.”

“How about now?”

She shook her head. “We’re at your brother’s wedding.”

“So? Let’s go in the bathroom. I want you
to get on your knees and do that thing I like.” I gave her a sinister look.

“I’m not giving you head right now.”

I growled. “How about I give you head?”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said as she shook her head.

“Come on. Let’s sneak away.” I rubbed my lips into her hair. “Baby, please. I want you.”

“You always want me.”

“So? Is that a crime?”

“Definitely not.”

“Then please your husband.” I placed a gentle kiss on her neck. “Come on.”

She growled. “Fine. But it has to be quick.”

“That’s fine with me.”

18

Cortland

I couldn’t fight this feeling. My heart was warm and fuzzy, and every time I was near Monnique I wanted to break down and cry from joy. I didn’t realize how miserable I was until I finally forgave her for everything and took her back. My life was right again.

Every time I looked at her, I wanted to pull her into my arms and never let go. Perhaps the wedding was getting to my head, or maybe it was the booze. All I knew was I was desperately in love, and had fallen in love with the same girl all over again. A touch of her hand made me shiver. When she smiled at me in a special way, my stomach pooled with warmth. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I got Monnique a glass of wine but she brushed it away. She eyed the glass then looked away. “This is a great party, huh?”

“Baby, you can drink around me. Have a good time tonight.”

She grabbed the glass and set it down at a random table. “I’d rather be drunk on you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. “Dance with me.”

“Anything you want.”

She pulled me to the floor then circled her arms around me. It was a fast song, and she wanted to get down and dirty. She turned around and pressed her ass into my crotch, making my dick spring to life, and then grinded on me.

God, she was driving me crazy.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and she moved her hips, keeping up with the beat of the music. She was a very good dancer. Or maybe she was just hot. I wasn’t sure. But the way she was moving against me was impressive.

Monnique ran her fingers through the back of my hair while I grinded my cock against her backside. There was no way she couldn’t feel it.

“You know there are old relatives here, right?” I said into her ear.

“You think I care?” She shook her ass slightly, driving me wild.

“Baby, I’m on fire for you.”

“I noticed.” She turned around then grinded her hips against mine, her arms moving back around my neck.

I was never interested in dancing and I never learned. But I just acted like I was having sex and it worked out pretty well. No one ever made fun of me or thought my moves were odd. And I was definitely thinking about having sex with Monnique.

She leaned in and sucked my bottom lip while she kept her dance moves. “You’re so damn hot, Cortland.”

“You sure you aren’t drunk?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yep.”

My hand moved down and I grabbed her ass, losing my control just a little bit.

She grabbed my hand then pulled me away from the dance floor and toward the beach. “Let’s listen to the ocean.”

The music faded as we walked away from the main party. Her hand was held in mine and we walked side by side. The waves pounded the shore, the tide rising.

“It’s beautiful here,” I said.

“It is.” She pulled me to the side, out of sight from everyone else behind a tree.

“What are you doing?”

She pressed her back to the tree then pulled her dress up.

When I looked down, I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. My cock started to throb. “No. Someone might see us.”

“And what if they do? It’s private property. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” Her bravery was a turn on.

“We can wait until we get home.”

“I’m not waiting for anything.” Her hands went to my fly and unzipped it. “I want you now. All of you.”

It was impossible to resist her. She looked so beautiful in her green dress. The color was perfect on her skin. Gold earrings were in her lobes, and her eyes were bright. She was definitely the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. And I was the one who got to take her home.

“I love you,” I blurted.

Her eyes softened. “I love you too.”

I pressed her body into the bark and kissed her slowly, relishing the taste of the cider on her lips. It was quiet near the beach, with the exception of the music coming from the house. Light was limited and visibility was even worse. We probably wouldn’t be seen by anyone. And I was desperate to be inside her. I always wanted to be inside her.

Everything about today was making my head spin. I wanted a happily ever after with Monnique. Months had been wasted dealing with our problems, and everyone was getting married one by one. I didn’t want to patiently wait for my turn. I already found the girl I loved. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her—starting now.

Monnique grabbed me by the hand and stroked me while she kissed me, breathing into my mouth. She was on fire and burning me with her touch. She was the sexiest damn thing in the world. She touched me in just the right way, making me desperate to be inside her.

I grabbed her hips then moved her up the tree, her legs wrapping around my waist. The insertion was smooth. I moaned quietly while I felt her wetness. She was warm and tight like usual.

Her fingers dug into my hair while she kissed me, moaning in between kisses. I rocked into her slowly, wanting this to last all night. I was never in a hurry to finish making love to Monnique. Every second of the journey was better than the finish. Our bodies and minds were combined together, reaching a high both of us felt. It was so good that I didn’t give a damn if anyone saw us.

Monnique bit her lip while she tried not to scream. Judging the tightness of her body, she was hitting her climax, coming for me like she always did. I loved seeing the satisfaction on her face. I liked being the man to make her legs shake. My baby was please
d and fulfilled. But I wasn’t. I kept going, enjoying it for as long as my body would allow. Making love to a drop-dead gorgeous woman had its cons like everything else. It was hard not to come when you were inside her, feeling her in a way only you were allowed to experience.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Come inside me.”

Fuck. Hotter words I’d never heard.
I pressed my lips to hers then released, feeling my need fill her with every final thrust. It felt so good every damn time. I wanted to do this every night, every morning, and every day. She was the most amazing woman in the world. I wanted her to be mine forever.

I held her against the tree and caught my breath. We stared into each other’s eyes, the heat still between us. I could make love to her over and over again but I
was never satisfied. I was never full.

I remained inside her, not eager to pull out. I was inside her more often than I wasn’t. It
’s where I longed to be. Monnique gave me everything I wanted, and after the bumpy ride we had, we were stronger. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she was the only woman I’d ever have. There was no one better.

I swallowed the lump in my throat while I held her gaze. Everything became quiet. I could hear
her breathing like it was amplified through a stereo. For a moment in time, it was just she and I on that beach. The rest of the world was gone. Embers burned deep in her eyes, and I knew I wanted to watch the fire until I was old and gray. She was the one. I already knew this, but I realized it again and again. I’d love her forever. “Marry me.”

Her eyes bore into mine, and slowly, moisture accumulated, building until it was on the verge of releasing. She took a deep breath, her hands still on my shoulders. I waited for her to answer me. I waited for her to do something. “Yes.”

My heart swelled and burst in joy. This was not how I imagined asking her. I had an idea in my mind. But this moment was better. It was spontaneous and true. The magic was in the air. We both felt it. And I didn’t want to waste any more time starting over and taking it slow. She was my future wife. Why slow it down? “I don’t have the ring on me, but—”

“Yes.” She kissed me, pressing hard against my mouth. “I’ll marry you.” Tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. “That was perfect. Everything I hoped for.”

I felt my own tears start to fall. “I don’t want to waste any more time…”

“Neither do I.”

“Let’s just go to City Hall and do it. I don’t want to wait.”

“Okay.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“I just want to marry you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her face to mine. “I want to be with you forever.”

I held her close, feeling the breeze brush through my hair. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

“And me the happiest woman.”

I rubbed my nose against hers. “Let’s keep this to ourselves until Mike’s honeymoon is over.”

“That’s a good idea,” she said. “I don’t want to rain on their parade.”

I brought her hand to my lips. “But we’ll know—just us.”

“And that makes it even better.” She grabbed my face and kissed me again. Instantly, I was hard. I was emotion
al, happy, and hot for her. Now she was my fiancé and I wanted to be inside her now.

My cock hardened while I was inside her since I never pulled out. Still against the tree, I made love to her again, this time, crying with her while we celebrated our engagement under the stars. It was a night I would never forget, something that she and I would share forever.

19

Flynn

Hazel sat on my lap, looking damn beautiful in her bridesmaid dress. I kept staring at her, my eyes lingering on her toned and long legs. Those things drove me crazy. I liked the way they felt when they were around my waist, squeezing me when I pushed her into an unforgettable climax. I liked making her come. It was fun. And I was so good at it that I had every right to be cocky.