DEEP: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy (46 page)

Because now I knew what I was missing.

I was strategizing with military precision exactly how to get her into bed as soon as the ceremony was over. The instant it was over. I would nod at everyone and then lift her up and carry her away.

I would take those stairs at a run. We could go upstairs, do it and then come back to the party. Then I could get rid of this perpetual hard on I'd had for almost fifteen days.

Oh yes, I had it all figured out.

All of that disappeared when I saw her.

Everyone got quiet when Trista came down the last few stairs. I turned and stopped dead in my tracks. My bride stood there, smiling tentatively at me.

She was an angel.
 

She was
my
angel.

Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. It was curled and natural just the way I like it. Her beautiful face had only traces of makeup. She didn't need more than that.

She didn't need
anything.

In the simple, pure white dress, she was a show stopper. For a moment I thought the studio had really fucked up. They should have sent her out on stage like this.

They would have sold ten
billion
albums.

My heart was thudding in my chest as the music started and she started down the aisle.

This was it. It was hard to believe I could be so lucky. I was finally going to make this beautiful woman mine. Officially.

She was really going through with it. I realized I had been afraid after all. Afraid she would run. Afraid she had realized I was unworthy, just like I'd always known I was deep down.

But the way she looked at me proved me wrong. She loved me. So I
must
be worthy.

My bride was an excellent judge of character.

I stood up straight and stared into her eyes as she walked towards me. All the love in the world shone out of her beautiful face. She placed her hand in mine and the ceremony began. I lost track of time, staring into her glistening eyes. I had no idea what to expect. I'd only asked that they keep it simple and not drag it out. Trista had laughingly agreed. And now it was happening.

It was really, really happening.

All my thoughts left my head. The only thing I could think of, or believe in, was her.

"Do you take this bride?"

I was staring at Trista when the Priest cleared his throat a few seconds later.

"Do you, Joss Silver take Trista Davis to be your bride?"

"Yes!"

The crowd laughed at my eager, overloud response. Trista blushed prettily. I watched as he asked her the same question. I exhaled in relief as she said 'I do.' Then I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her soundly.

The Priest seemed annoyed that I hadn't waited for his permission to kiss the bride. I didn't care. I kept kissing her.

Finally I stopped. I looked down at her as she smiled.

"You said yes."

She laughed at me.

"No Joss, you said 'yes.' I said 'I do.'"

She had a point there... I lifted her up and carried her down the aisle. That's when I noticed it.

My bride wasn't wearing any shoes.

Trista

"Where are we going?"

Joss said nothing as he took the stairs up the cliff two at a time. He was careful not to jostle me too much. It was a good thing, considering I'd puked less than an hour before. Not that I was telling him that.

Not yet anyway.

"Joss! We can't leave our guests!"

He finally looked at me as he nudged the door open with his shoulder. He carried me inside and into the bedroom before setting me on my feet.

"Yes. We can."

My jaw dropped as I realized what he was planning. He wanted to have sex. Now.

So help me... I wanted it too.

"Okay, but we have to be quick."

He grinned at me, reaching for his belt buckle.

"You are very wise, wife."

He turned me around and bent me forward. I put my hands flat on the bed and sighed as he ran his hands up my leg, exciting me instantly.

I felt cool air as my skirt was lifted up to my waist. Then I heard him growl as he tore away my white lace panties. I giggled, only to stop as his soft lips kissed me, pressing eagerly against my pussy.

I gasped as his tongue slid inside me, getting me close to the edge. I was too eager for him though. And we didn't have a lot of time.

"Hurry Joss!"

He growled again and I felt him shift upwards, positioning himself behind me. We both moaned as he pushed his cock inside me. It had been a while and it felt even bigger than usual.

"Fuck Trista, you're so tight!"

I whimpered. He was right. It felt like the first time. But it didn't hurt.

It felt incredible.

He stood behind me, gently sawing his cock in and out of me. I came quickly but he seemed determined to make this last. I bore down on him and circled my hips, silently telling him to get on with it.

He got the message.

I could hear his ragged breathing as he picked up the pace, riding me faster and harder. His hands squeezed my hips spasmodically as he got close. Then he groaned and started to swell.

This was it. Joss was coming.
My husband
was coming. It was our first time doing it as husband and wife...

As always, I felt the electric current jump between us in the final moments. My body clamped down on his, tugging at him as he plowed me hard and deep.

He roared as the seed exploded from his cock. I cried out as I felt it spurting deep inside me. There was a lot of it. He filled me up and I felt even more of it start to stream down my leg. I was still shaking as he thrust into me again and again.

He was still coming as I collapsed forward onto the bed. He held me up by my hips, burying himself as far inside me as he could get.

He stayed like that while we both caught our breath. I felt wonderful, satisfied and limp as a noodle. He lifted me, kissing me deeply.

"Hello wife."

"Hello husband."

He kissed me again and I smiled, ready to get back to the party. Even if everyone knew where we had been, it didn't matter. I was only a little bit embarrassed... I was more glad that my husband was so eager to be with me.

"Just one more thing..."

"Yes?"

He bent me forward, curling his body over mine again. I squealed as he tried to mount me from behind. I rolled away, slapping his arm.

"Joss! What are you doing?"

He grinned, his horny smile telling me everything I needed to know.

"Wouldn't it be perfect if I got you pregnant on our wedding day?"

I crooked my finger at him and he came crawling obediently across the bed.

"Closer."

He leaned in.

"Closer."

He leaned towards me until our heads were close together. I whispered into his ear.

"Wouldn't it be perfect if you already did?"

Eight Months Later

Joss

"Someday, you are going to find someone who loves you as much as your daddy loves your mommy. He will be good enough for you, my pretty Princess. I will make sure of it."

Trista giggled and I looked up, seeing her leaning in the doorway. She'd caught me talking to Lila again. We had lots of little talks, me and my baby girl.

Very important talks.

The baby cooed sleepily and I smiled at her. She was so perfect, so beautiful that it made my heart ache. Her perfect little toes and fingers. Her sweet face. The soft red curls on her darling little head.

Those enormous dark blue eyes.

I thanked God each and every day that she took after her mother.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded. She'd been working again. Writing songs soon to be released as 'Trista Silver.' She had a new, more low-key manager and a new label. But she always made time for me.

"What do you want? A sandwich?"

I shook my head. She stood behind me, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

"What then? Your wish is my command husband..."

"You."

She didn't say anything, just nibbled my earlobe.

"Alright."

I looked back at her.

"Are you sure you are ready? The doctor said to play it by ear."

She smiled at me, lifting the baby up and carrying her over to her crib.

"I'm sure Joss. It was an easy birth."

I watched as she settled Lila in for a nap. We'd barely slept in weeks but it was all worth it. Having a baby was the best thing that had happened to me.

Trista stood and smiled at me seductively. Lust shot straight to my cock, making it stand instantly at attention.

Scratch that. The second best thing.

Trista took my hand and grabbed the baby monitor.
 

I followed her to the bedroom and undressed my beautiful wife.

If we were lucky, maybe we'd get started on making another little miracle.

I grinned.

I was a lucky sonofabitch indeed.

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Player
 

Joanna Blake

"Yo' Fitz! Your turn man."

I looked up to see Kyle grinning stupidly as the stripper finished grinding on him. The song was ending and Kyle had his hands all over the dancer's generous ass. The girl, Crystal something or other, was only wearing a G-string. Her tanned skin gleamed in the dim light.

I drank deeply from my twenty-dollar beer. Thankfully drinks were free for the team. As were the lap dances. And anything else that might arise.

Players frequently went home with the dancers from the club. I had myself more than once. The girls were severely hot and more than accommodating. Not to mention flexible.

I shook my head. To be honest, I felt kind of disgusting the last time I woke up next to a girl whose makeup was smeared all over the pillow case. And the sheets. And my cock. When I was drunk, then yeah, I didn't mind so much. But after...
 

Lately all the girls I boned made me feel that way. The strippers, the groupies, the co-eds. I'd even picked up a housewife at a bar just a week ago. Well, to be honest. She'd picked me up.

But something about it was leaving me unsatisfied.

More than unsatisfied.

I felt fucking dirty.

If I was honest, I preferred the natural look. Like that gorgeous brunette in my economy class. She might be a freshman, but she had all the right equipment. Huge green eyes, a cute nose, gorgeous lips, and the best tits I'd seen in my entire life.

My God those tits could stop traffic. Not to mention her legs were about a mile long. They'd look nice wrapped around me as I drove in and out of her sweet little box.

I adjusted my junk. I was hard just thinking about it.

The dancer walked towards me with a question in her eyes.

"I'll pass."

I wasn't drunk enough to enjoy this tonight. Even after winning yet another game. I should be riding high but instead I just wanted to be alone.

The thing was, I was hardly fucking ever alone.

My teammates, the fans, girls. I was the center of attention. Non-stop.

Growing up, I'd had the opposite problem. My mom had worked two jobs. Sometimes three. And we'd still been dirt poor.

Fuck, poorer than that.

Mud poor.

If you'd ever seen the neighborhood I grew up in, it was probably on the news. Some reporter talking about crime rates. Or how depressed the south side of Chicago was. And how everyone who lived there was either a vandal or a hoodlum.

Or both.

I'd like to say that I hadn't been one of those criminals but that would be a lie. I'd jacked car stereos, bikes, anything. The only thing that had saved me from ending up in prison was football.

The Sport of Kings.
 

Look at me now. I was the top of the heap. The King of Kings.

And I was still fucking covered in mud.

Bound To Me

The Delancey Brothers Trilogy

Joanna Blake

I pushed Black Jack to his limits, riding the stallion over the entire course. I did this nearly every morning now before his afternoon training session. Ever since the wild young horse had arrived.

It kept him from injuring himself or the trainers.

I was the only one the damned horse would listen to.

I rode into the paddock and dismounted, tossing the reins to McDermott, the head stable master.

"Your appointment is waiting for you Daniel."

He winked at me.

"What appointment?"

"She was supposed to be here last week, remember?"

I cursed. A rich city girl was here to breed her horse with one of ours. She'd been carefully instructed that the sooner in the mare's season she came, the better the chances that the mare would quicken.

But the prearranged date had come and gone without a word.