Forever Attraction (10 page)

“Thanks so much for that delicious meal, Brad. You didn’t have to do that for us too. Mama and I just finished watching a Hallmark movie by the fireplace.” Amy explains, gathering the remaining dishes from the table and carrying them into the kitchen.

“What are husbands for?” Brad quips with a heart rendering smile, just for me. Making my insides all gooey. I’ve never known a man could make a woman feel the way Brad does me. It’s strange…really.

Today was the second day in my new life. Or that’s how I view it. Wouldn’t you? I’ve used it spending quality time with my new husband and his family.

Amy was gracious enough to have biscuits and gravy hot and ready for us this morning. And this afternoon Brad and I went on a four wheeling excursion through the forest that surrounds the B&B. It was a first for me. Other than catching a bit of a chill when we reached high speeds, it was thrilling. I laughed like I’ve never done before. I experienced almost like a newborn, a life that I didn’t have to calculate my every move in order to keep a man happy. I was being me for the first time in years.

My favorite part of the entire ride was holding onto my Brad. His warm back seeped through the fabric in the front of my long-sleeved shirt and I relished in it. When we slowed a bit to cruise through the nearly barren trees I played with his gorgeous member through his jeans. Making him hard as a rock. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. Except come to an abrupt stop, peel me off the back of the four wheeler, and hastily remove my jeans. Before he maneuvered me into his lap, his cock jutting out of the front of his unbuttoned pants. Brad’s cock speared into me and I cried out in ecstasy. My arms clung around his neck, his hands cupping my ass, helping me ride his thick member. It didn’t take long and I came so hard that my voice echoed through the tress. My nails leaving claw marks in their wake. Love pinches, is what he’s come to call them. It’s not that I want to inflict damage. But it’s nearly impossible for me to contain myself when I’m riding so high on pleasure, the rest of my actions somehow become involuntary.

Afterward we came back here to Lolita’s to shower together and take a short cat nap. When I woke, I had a single rose next to me in bed and a note that said I wasn’t to come down until my dinner escort came to retrieve me from my bed chambers. I waited and dressed in a pretty black cocktail dress. My husband then arrived to our room at seven on the dot wearing a suit and tie and carrying a bundle of roses for me. Upon exiting the room he placed my arm into his and walked me down the stairs to our fancy candlelit dinner in the dining room. It was so romantic. We chatted for hours and sipped on wine. A perfect ending to a perfect day.

“What shall we do next, wife?” Brad stands by my chair, skidding it along the floor. His hand reaches out to me. I accept it into mine and stand, meeting him toe-to-toe. Brad’s arms don’t wait as they engulf me in a loving embrace and he kisses my forehead.

“I dunno, husband, what should we do?” I tease, bumping my hips forward. He grunts his reply and those naughty hands of his slowly caress down my back until he reaches my butt, where he squeezes it.

“I think we should skinny dip in the hot tub.” He mutters in suggestion.

I’ve never done that before. You’d think rich men would take me into a hot tub. But romancing is not typically their style. Unlike Brad, who’s become quite the charmer. I think I could get used to this.

“Alright.” I smile up at him.

Slowly, arm in arm we make our way out back of Lolita’s and he helps me strip my clothes off, a little at a time. Every inch that he exposes, is replaced with a warm kiss that forces the butterflies to batter wildly on my insides. And my pussy dampens with a deep seeded need to be filled with his massive cock. It clenches and unclenches with remembrance of what it feels like to be whole, to be consumed in the man you are to spend forever with.

Holding onto my hand, now completely naked, Brad helps me into the steaming water. The heat envelopes my skin and I groan, succumbing to relaxation as I sink into the roiling bubbles. Brad undresses himself, then comes to join me.

“This feels awesome.” He groans, resting his head against the rim of the whirlpool, his hand resting on my knee under the water.

“Yes it does.” I fold my fingers through his, leaning my head onto his muscled shoulder.

Quietly we sit for what feels like forever in the company of one another. His hand in mine. Sweat beads on my forehead from the heat. The steam billows heavily off the hot tub, mixing with the cool air of the night. I allow my mind to drift. To wander into places and possibilities I’ve never considered before. Falling into a meditative state of feasible potential and heightened arousal. The softness of his skin brushing my arm, the way his hand fits perfectly into mine. All of it becomes a trigger. Sexually, emotionally, physically. Tears that I haven’t shed in a long while, well in my eyes. The more my mind wanders and succumbs to my new life. The more I become overwhelmed in gratitude and love. To have married a man that I might not know very well. But to feel more complete with him than I have with anyone in my life. To seemingly fit like two puzzle pieces. I know it sounds fucking crazy. But it’s true.

Lost in emotions, I swipe a tear from my eye.

“What’s wrong, baby.” Brad’s worried tone jolts my system, breaking the pregnant silence. And I lose it. The tears of relief and love, come flooding like waterfalls down my face. I cling to his hand for dear life. How I ever went so long living as a glorified hooker is beyond me. To feel unloved, only used for sex. To be discarded like you don’t matter. Becoming an object and not a person. You never think about that until you really let yourself dwell on it. The money, the glamor, the amazing sex. None of it matters. The only thing that does is love, support and family.

Brad lifts me into his lap. My knees straddle his thick thighs and he presses my head to his shoulder. Slowly he rocks me in the hot water, our body melding as one.

“Shhhhh.” He rubs my hair down my back, as I openly weep. Holding my arms around his neck.

“Shhhhh, honey.” He coaxes in a gentle tone. “It’s going to be alright.”

I nod into his neck and minutes pass. The tears that once flowed like a river begin to dry and my breathing returns to normal.

“Talk to me.” He speaks, grabbing my cheeks and pulling my head from his shoulder. His blue eyes creased with worry, stare into mine. Brad’s thumbs rub the remnants of tears from my cheeks. “Talk to me.” He repeats.

“I’m thankful for you.” I mutter with a half-smile.

“I’m thankful for you.” I lean in and capture his mouth with a kiss. Slowly our tongues tango in a dance of desire. His thick cock hardens between us and Brad lifts me, positioning his cock at my entrance and I sink it down, gliding it into me. In perfect sync we moan into each other’s mouth as his thick member comes to rest in my needy core.

“You feel so good.” He whispers against my lips.

“Oh… Brad… you’re so big...” I moan, in a wanton whisper.

Rocking my hips in his lap, we make love. Up and down with shallow strokes I feel him connecting us. Our bodies becoming one.

“I want to make a baby.” He growls, digging his fingers into my hips. Bucking his dick deep into my sex.

Throwing my head back I cry out in pleasure.

“I want to make a baby.” He growls, firmer, more possessively this time. Pounding into my pussy. Drawing me under his spell. Turning our love making into a carnal act of ownership. Of marking me, making me his.

“Okay.” I moan, arching my back. My breasts heaving upward.

“No more birth control.” He thrusts deep and my eyes roll back into my head. “No more.” He repeats.

Brad’s head dips down and his mouth sucks my nipple into his mouth. Nibbling it between his teeth.

“We’re making a baby. Say it.” He demands, as he sucks on my breast.

“We’re making a baby.” I cry out and then it happens. He jack hammers my pussy and I lose all train of thought. The world tilts on axis and I succumb to his tantalizing onslaught. Tit sucking, pussy fucking, grunting as he fills me over and over with each powerful thrust.

“I’m coming.” I suddenly scream, my pussy milking his cock like a vice. Growling, he follows me over the brink and we come together. Convulsing in each other’s arms. His hot come shooting deep into my pussy.

Leaning my head forward, I cuddle him. His cock still resting inside my tingling over sexed core.

“I can’t get enough of you. I feel like a damn teenager.” He chuckles, kissing my cheek.

“You and me both. Did I hurt you, again?”

Reaching behind his neck he probes his flesh and laughs. “Yeah, but it’s hot. I like it when you mark me.”

“Do you always like that kind of pain?”

“I fucking love it. That’s what makes me come. When you’re all sexy, writhing on me, your eyes closed, letting me fuck you however I want. I know when I’ve got you close, when your nails nip into my skin and your body freezes. It sets me off. You come so beautifully. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”

“And here I thought Brad, my new husband was going to be shy.” I tease, nuzzling my nose into his neck.

“Sounds like I might have a grandbaby soon.” Mama calls into the night sky.

Brad and I instantly start to laugh.

“Your mother I swear.” I nudge him.

“She’s not just my mother. She’s yours now, too. Overbearing and all of that. Welcome to the family, my dear wife.”

“Hey, I just want a grandbaby. Now get to it. I wanna hear more of those moans coming from outside in the next half an hour.” Mama yells and I shake my head, snickering. That woman. The first few times she’s mentioned our loud sex I blushed embarrassed. Now, I expect it.

“Well?” Brad winks, “You wanna go again?”

Playfully I smack him in the shoulder. “If you make me come like you just did, I don’t think we’re ever going to get much else done.”

An hour later, tired, worn out, and thoroughly fucked, Brad and I climb out of the hot tub and dry off with some towels that magically appeared by the back door. Mama; that naughty woman.

Wrapped in towels we quickly tiptoe up the stairs and to our bedrooms. It’s been another long but amazing day. I am one lucky woman.

“Come here, you.” Brad says, snatching me up into his arms. Carrying me like a baby.

“Fine, but don’t get use to this.” I scold, with a playful smile. Tucking my head against his chest.

“Onward to a new life, with my new wife.” He chuckles and steps over the threshold into his big apartment, in Manhattan.

It’s been the most fantastic week of my life. Brad and I spent the entire week at Lolita’s with Amy and Mama. Sure, it was a bit strange to basically have a honeymoon with your in-laws. Although I can’t complain. Amy treated us with a homemade breakfast every morning, didn’t interrupt our sleeping in habits, made us hot chocolate to sip by the fire, allowed us to skinny dip in the hot tub and tended to our every need as she would any other guest. It was pleasant seeing that side of her. She has a knack for caring and catering to guests.

Needless to say Brad is making up for not having sex in a year. We’ve done it upwards of six times a day. I’m so sore I can barely walk. But I’ve been hiding that little tidbit from him. I don’t need him to worry. I love the feeling of having him inside of me. There is nothing like it. Raw male meat sliding inside a tender awaiting hole, my pussy loves him just as much as I do. And I wouldn’t change that in the world, not even for less pain.

We also got a chance this week to chat a little about our future. We kind of skipped that major step and jumped straight into marriage. So far so good. After much deliberation we are planning on trying to get pregnant soon. While Brad gets the restaurant up and functioning. He spent hours on the phone this week with a few of his managers about the progress. When he was engrossed in that, I sat with Amy and we painted our toenails and chatted about girly things, like Pretty Little Liars. It’s a TV show, which I personally don’t watch, I don’t have the time. Amy’s a huge fan. So I got to hear all about it. As well as little bits and pieces about Teen Wolf and some show called Bones. That one’s her favorite. I’m clueless about it all. Sad, but true.

“In here.” Brad waves me into the bedroom.

In tow, I drift my eyes over the expanse. Boxes upon boxes of my belongings litter the floor. Brad had a moving crew box up my things from my old apartment and had them moved here this week. It takes the stress off me. But I hate not knowing what is what.

“Lots to do.” I steeple my fingers and can’t help but contemplate what goes where, and how to go about keeping this all organized. I had to do that when I basically designed this entire apartment from the ground up. The walls, the furnishings, even the bathroom deodorizers. All of it’s done in my taste. Correction, Brad’s taste from my perspective. If that makes a lick of sense.

“Yes, but you’ve got all the time in the world, wife.” He gives me that dirty gaze that tells me he’s hard without having to look and my core instantly fires into a burning inferno of wanton need. Putting the fact that our bedroom is basically in shambles aside. I bite my bottom lip, soaking up his sexiness in one all-encompassing drink.

“Is somebody looking to fuck his wife in his apartment?” I wiggle a frisky brow and he frowns into subterranean unhappiness.

What? What did say?

“
My
apartment?” he sneers at the comment, his usual bright gaze, darkening.

Oh, crap, I didn’t realize I emphasized it’s
his
. Well it is. It’s surly not mine.

“Yes?” I hesitate in a near whisper, regarding the floor. He does have some rather nice oak.

“Alexis. Tylah. Saunders.” He barks, his tone so unpleasing I recoil inside. I hate when men use that tone. My dad used to speak to me that way. Me, his imperfect daughter. The black sheep, if you will.

I shake my head, erasing the thought. Brad isn’t anything like my father. My father is vanilla, and boring. A simple small-town man with devout Catholic views and a conservative Republican obsession. Nothing like my mother, or me.

“Hello…wife.” Brad stomps his foot on the ground, bringing me back into the present.

“Bradly, this is
your
apartment. Before we married you probably should have drawn up a prenup. I would have signed it.” I sigh and slump my shoulders. So much for a pleasant first day home. Living at Lolita’s is like it always is, a getaway. Somehow you forget your life and escape into a seemingly alternate reality. One I wish I could live in forever.

He takes a step towards me, narrowing the gap between us. I’m not good at this relationship thing. I’ve never done it. I can fuck like my life depends on it. I can fake a smile, a laugh, and even happiness for a short while. But this is different. This is real life. Without the cloaking disguise of Tylah, my alternate persona to help guide me. I’ve never hid who I am. But I’ve never really gotten to know myself either. Sure, I know certain things about myself. I know I’m a fairly decent artist, I’m caring, and I love to shop, among other various things. The rest though, is a vague internal uncertainty.

Brian dictated my life, like every good pimp should. I followed the rules, I lived for the job. I did little else but try to make other men happy. Sexually as well as emotionally. I even tried my darnedest with Joseph. That downright failed. Not only did I make a control freak fall in love with me, he is probably still stalking me, maybe even badgering John about me.

My stomach does a quick uneasy flip at the thought.

“Sweetheart.” Brad wraps his arms around me, and I look up into his beautiful adoring blue eyes. His deep voice burrowing into my soul. Speaking to me in ways I never knew possible. Who knew a simple term of endearment could turn my insides upside down and fall in love with him all over again.

“Yes, my love.” I wrap my arms around him, tucking my nose into his warm manly perfection.

“You’re thinking a lot today aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Want to talk about it?” His voice is steeped with obvious concern.

I shake my head against his chest and he kisses my hair. His hand smoothing it down my back.

“You’re not regretting marrying me are you?”

I squeeze him tighter. I could never regret that. If anything, I’m worried he might.

“I’m new to this. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend, let alone a husband. It’s a bit overwhelming. But no, Brad, I could never regret that.” I reassure him with a strong but sweet tone. I don’t want him to ever think I could regret that.

“Good, so why don’t you go and lay in
our
bed and I’ll bring you a glass of ice wine. Then we can cuddle until I have to go off and be Mr. Restaurateur and you can be Mrs. Take-The-Numbers-I-Left-On-The-Kitchen-Counter-And-Talk-Art-With-Prospective-Buyers.”

I pinch his side and he growls. “Well, that’s an awfully long name. But it sounds like a good idea. I need to start some kind of…” I trail off and he grabs me by the shoulders, stepping back. His eyes burn into me.

“Sweetheart, this is an adjustment for you. Take all the time you need. Now go lay down and I’ll be back.” He kisses my forehead and off he goes. I obey his caring order and cuddle down into
our
bed. See, I can get used to that. Our bed. Hum… It’s got a nice ring to it.

This is definitely an adjustment. That’s the understatement of the decade. Ex-escort turns into loving housewife. I scoff at the thought. I really have to do something to keep from going stir-crazy. Becka used to help with that, as did many different sexually charged men with fat wallets. What will I do with my time now? God, the thought of going completely domestic makes my stomach lurch. Does Brad want a domestic goddess? Another thing we probably should have discussed before this all went down. Here I thought I was running to Lolita’s to outrun a crazy stalker and a perspective proposal to be a roommate. Now, I’m a married woman, with no job and a husband that I barely know. A sexy, caring, big dicked husband, with a sweet heart, ambition, and a small fortune. But what else do I really know? Other than his mom and sister. Who are my family through and through. I know more about Amy than I do Brad. We like the same music, and some of the same food. We only drink ice wine and Corona’s. Which I guess is a great start. Adding to that list is a top priority for me.

“So is that pretty brain of yours ready for a break?” He sits next to me in bed and hands me a Mikasa glass full of wine.

I take a sip. Yum… this one might even be better than the other’s I’ve tried. God knows the week I was here doing his apartment, I downed a few delicious bottles as I decorated this place. That was so much fun. Stressful, yes. But still a heaping mountain of fun. Naked decorating, eating chocolate, drinking wine, listening to rock music and dancing. All so perfect.

“My brain is sort of on overdrive. Sorry, babe.” I lean against the black headboard and he butts up right next to me. His hand resting on my thigh. Even that little bit of affection grabs onto my heart strings and pulls. Brad, so caring, so manly, so…so…picture-perfect.

“Let’s talk about it.”

I nod. “Okay.”

We easily break into a long two hour conversation. I never knew I could talk so much. Or that a man could either. He seems so curious about me, and I about him. Leaving me to feel a whole lot better about my brain fogginess. And so many of my worries washed away as we talked. He explained wouldn’t be opening another restaurant out of the city for at least another eight months. Which should give us enough time to grow accustom to each other. The thought of him leaving me for weeks at a time seriously breaks my heart. Maybe when the time comes I’ll go with him. We even got down into the basics like he hates anchovies, green olives, any kind of regular wine, even peas. Go figure, a chef who hates peas. Isn’t that against the law? It’s like when you graduate cooking school there should be a list of foods you must like, peas, corn, potatoes, lettuce and I’m sure the list would hit into the thirty items range. Along with chicken and beef.

“So I’ll help at the restaurant when you need me and do art for clients. Sounds like a good decision.” I sprawl out on the bed.

“No, this is a better one.” He states and crawls between my legs. His hands find the bottom of my dress and he slides it up, up, up. Until my panties are exposed and a naughty smile graces his tanned, stubbly face.

“I think I’ve spent too much time this week making love to my wife with my snake. Maybe my mouth will just have to do the trick tonight.” He winks and bends his face down so his hot breath is saturating my panties into a deeper soppy wetness. Fuck, my man is so sexy.

“How about this.” He runs his tongue up and down my panties and I pull at the bed sheets. Bowing my back off the bed. I’m so tender and every little touch shoots electrifying zings up and down my body.

“Ooooo…” I whimper as his tongue finds my perky bud. She came out of her shell just for him.

“You smell so good.” I can feel his smile against my mound and he nips my clit through the thin cloth of my new boy short panties. Shhhiiittt.

“Brad.” I cry out, propelling my hips downward, into his face. Needing more attention. My pussy aches with satisfied grace. And his mouth offers it a kind of relief that I didn’t know I needed.

“How sore are you?” He kisses me through the fabric, as he audibly inhales my womanly scent, and sighs, nuzzling his nose between my folds, bumping it lightly against my hardened clit. I whimper in anticipation.

“Very.”

“Does this hurt?” His mouth opens and covers my entire pussy and he sucks. Saturating the fabric in a mixture of his hot saliva and my nectar. Groaning he devours my pussy over the cotton and I close my eyes, my hands find their way into his short hair, holding him to me. As my hips undulate in a rhythmic pleasure dance. I allow myself to feel him, to enjoy him. For once I don’t worry about his wants or needs. I think of what I want. Without a second thought I grab a fistful of his hair and greedily position him over my clit. His hand reaches up and feeds a single finger under the edge of my panties, softly caressing the outer edge of my swollen hole. And I let myself go. I moan, and writhe, allowing him to pleasure me and me to accept it without worry.

“More.” I wantonly whisper.

Teeth encase my clit and saw it through the fabric. Sparks of white-hot ecstasy burst and I am drawn under his spell. My climax fast approaching.

Grumbling in his throat Brad teasingly pleasures my button. As his finger glides into my wetness, curving just right so it’s massaging my g-spot with loving strokes. The tenderness eases and an all-consuming need overtakes all thoughts. I. Need. To. Come.

Effortlessly Brad engulfs me in heavenly bliss. Raising me higher and higher until my hips freeze. All the air in my lungs blows out in a single shaky breath. And I go ridged as Brad’s teeth never stop. My hands ball into fists in his hair and he bites my clit. Delivering me the final blow to jolt my system and hurl it a hundred miles an hour over the edge. I fall down and down into the most exquisite kind of ecstasy imaginable. Humping his face, and screaming with no sound. My pussy bursts like a volcano of molten rapture. My eyes rolling into the back of my head. My toes curling to the point of pain.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I scream in my head. Coiling myself around the delicious moment. Feeling every little pulse of white-hot release steeping my veins. The precise rawness of Brad’s teeth assaulting my clit. The warmth caress of his finger delicately coaxing my pussy into ripples of ecstasy. I drown in it all. In my new apartment. My new life. And I’ve never felt more complete. More at home. No matter the trials and tribulations. I know in this moment, as I feel his hot mouth pull from my throbbing core. That this is my life and Brad is my forever. Sometimes when you find the right person you just know. And with him. I did.