Passionate Bid (2 page)

Did she drag her ass here the way he did with his own ass this morning?

Yeah, he had to force himself to come here, too. But unlike Joanie, who looked like a bride who had just rolled out of bed, at least he”d buffed his shoes. He hated this wedding, but at least he tried. Fuckin’ eh!

Joanie moved her head to look at the priest thumbing the pages of his bible.

The simple movement shifted the flower-shaped Capiz clipped on the side of her head. He plucked the antique looking ornament when it began to slip down.

Joanie looked at him and frowned. He showed her the ornament.

“Oh, that thing never stays in my hair. Could you hang on to it?” she whispered.

Seeing her hands were full, he nodded and shoved the clip in his pocket.

Something else caught his eyes—her white ribbon. The slip of material dangled on her nape. Without thinking, he reached to retie the irritating useless material.

“Your ribbon was undone.” What an unraveling bride. And she’ll be mine. Shit!

“Thank you.”

Father Keeley cleared his throat as loud as a teacher would when trying to get his pupils attention. His eyebrows—the thickest Julian had ever seen on any man—arched so high it touched his hairline.

Christ, even the priest forgot to trim his brows.

Fuck the fates for putting him in this situation. Yes, he thought of having his own family someday. But not this soon. Not this year. Not at the age of twenty-five. And definitely not with his soon-to-be father-in-law sitting on the front pew with a concealed weapon underneath his suit, which should be freaking illegal.

He wanted to marry when he was ready and with the woman he loved. Not like this—by force and against his freaking will.

Joanie”s thick wired-framed glasses slid down the tip of her nose. She pushed it back up with her forefinger and sniffed. She turned her head to the left then to the right and then to him. “Could I borrow your hankie?” Sighing, he pulled out the white handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed it to her. “Here.” Well, if she was sad, that made the two of them. Getting married wasn”t his idea.

Joanie accepted his pristine white handkerchief, then gave him a wan smile, allowing him to notice the metal in her mouth.

Braces? Aw fuck! He didn”t know Joanie wore braces. Come to think of it, there was lots he didn”t know about his bride. Like her middle name, favorite color, if she had a habit of grinding her teeth, whether she snored at night, or if her jaw clicked when she chewed her food.

Good God, he needed a miraculous intervention here. If he could get out of this situation, he promised never to drink or touch virgins again. “Shit,” he said low but loud enough for the priest to hear.

Father Keeley looked up and scowled at him. The way his thick, brown eyebrows joined together reminded Julian of a long, hairy caterpillar.

Julian scowled back. Father Keeley shook his head at him, then continued reading where he had left off.

He wouldn”t be here if he had followed his head instead of his dick. What happened that night during his party was a blur. But waking up the next day with a cold barrel of a gun poking against his ribs and Joanie sitting on his bed wrapped in a blanket with her shoulders exposed and hair wildly mussed was as clear as the bottled spring water.

Now, here he was standing by the altar with Joanie waiting for the priest to finish reading verses from his worn, black leather bound bible.

He”d heard about brides fainting during their wedding. Maybe he should start the trend of grooms fainting at the altar. If he hit his head on the marble steps and split his head open, Joanie”s father might change his mind about filing a rape case against him if he didn”t marry his daughter.

Seventeen? No way on earth would he have guessed her age. Yes, she looked young, but not that young. Her boobs made her look like a nineteen or twenty-year-old chic. And whenever he saw her with his grandma, she carried herself with the confidence and composure of an intelligent woman, moved and acted like a mature person, and his grandma talked constantly about Joanie being a responsible person who offered her services as her reader.

When grandma told him that someone answered the ad about an afternoon reader she placed in the local newspaper, he thought a college student had answered it. Not once did she mention she was only seventeen. All she said was that the reader was nice and could really use the money to help her dad. He never asked anything more about Joanie. Now he realized he should have.

This Joanie standing beside him looked totally different. Her composure, the self-confidence he glimpsed in the past were gone. All he could see was a young girl who wanted her daddy and not a husband.

Seventeen and a virgin. Fuckin’ eh. But how could a man know about a woman”s virginity unless he fucked her. It wasn”t fair. He supposed life wasn”t treating her well either, since she didn”t want to be in this church either, but goddamn it, she should have at least told him her age. Now they were both paying for something they obviously didn”t want. Why couldn”t Saint Claire see his point? Teenager like Joanie should be enjoying jumping on a trampoline, watching movies, shopping.

Not preparing for a married life. Seventeen.

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose. What would he do with a seventeen-year-old bride? Worse, one he didn”t want? How would a marriage founded with anger, regret, grief, and a quick tumble in bed survive? Because of a brief moment of insanity, now he stood by this altar listening to the priest seal his doom.

Father Keeley started reciting the familiar wedding rites. Here we go, he thought. Doomsday.

He heard Father Keeley mention his name. Julian realized it was time to take his vows. His head began to throb.

Julian ran his fingers on the most beautiful ass he had ever laid his eyes on.

As a commercial model, Georgina not only possessed a beautiful face, but a perfectly sculpted body his dick throbbed for all the time. He”d never seen her with smudged makeup, chipped nail polish or wearing anything wrinkled.

Georgina was the embodiment of perfection.

He”d been searching for a woman like her. One who would read to his grandma in the afternoon, who liked his job as a veterinarian, and one who matched his thrust for thrust in bed.

Sadly, he wasn”t the perfect candidate for the likes of Georgina Myers. A married man like him meant troubles, problems. Especially when his estrange wife refused to sign the damn divorce papers.

Like a skin lesion, his current marital status served as a freaking sign of diseases, a stigma to the single beautiful and smart woman he had dated, warning them to stay away. Georgina, however, didn”t run out his door like a rock propelled from a slingshot when he told her the truth about his marriage. Instead, she remained sitting on the bed while she cried. Calmly at first, then she threw a tantrum that surprised the bejesus out of him. She picked up a pillow and hit him until the pillowcase ripped. She called him all kinds of names until froth formed around her mouth. When she finally calmed down, she smiled and said, “I”m sorry, Julian. You surprised me. Sweetheart, this is not going to work.” That was two months ago. And yet, she remained, which told him he still had a shot at keeping her. Although she never failed to express how she hated his marital status.

If he could just remove the part of his life that drove women out of his bed in a hurry, everything would be…peachy. As peachy as Georgina”s bottom.

He really must get rid of his estrange wife.

Holding his hard shaft, he rubbed the head of his dick up and down Georgina”s thighs, smearing the clear liquid that emerged from its tip. “So beautiful,” he whispered on her neck.

Georgina stirred and rolled on her back, stretching her long slender limbs.

Her naked body still held a pink glow from their last lovemaking. “Hello, doctor.

Inspecting my body again?”

“Of course. Got to make sure everything is good and functioning.” He lowered his head to capture one erect nipple. “Hmm…this one is good. Let me try the other one.” He licked the other nipple the way a lion would its paw and watched it hardened.

Georgina moaned. “Is that one good, too?”

“Uh-huh. No problem on that one.”

Georgina spread her legs when he moved on top of her. With deliberate slowness, he snaked his hand in between their bodies. Inch by inch he lowered his hand until he reached her still wet pussy.

Georgina wrapped her legs around his ass. “I love it when you touch me there.”

Julian pressed the pad of his thumb on her slippery clit. “Should I continue?”

“You better, Doctor Ravenwood. I think my temperature is rising.”

“Hang on a sec.” He reached for his Trojan and tore the wrapping. “You hangin” there okay?”

“Yes. But hurry.”

Julian unrolled the rubber on his throbbing cock and positioned himself over her. “I”m ready, beautiful.”

“Good.” Georgina tightened her hold and pulled him closer with her heels digging hard on his skin.

Closing his fingers around his cock, he rubbed himself up and down her slick clit before pointing his swollen head at her weeping pussy. “Sweetheart, I know how to cure your problem. With a bit of slow penetration.” He pushed the tip of his dick inside her slick passage. “And then go deeper like this.” He pressed harder until his full shaft was buried inside her, then pulled out slowly only to thrust again. “Once inside thrust repeatedly like this.” He groaned at the sheer pleasure of having her walls throb around him. “Your condition will get better.”

“Ooohh, I love your cure. What do you call this prescription?”

“Fucking a beautiful woman.” He thrust harder and ground his hips to go as deeper as he could.

“Love it. Don”t stop. Do it again.”

“I won”t stop. Georgina. Hmm…lift your ass, yes.” Georgina writhed underneath him. “Yeah, come for me. I want to feel you contract while I”m fucking you like this. I want your pussy throbbing around me.”

“Hmm…I love it. Talk dirty to me. Suck my nipple. Yes! Oh, Julian. You are so long and thick.”

“And you love my dick.”

“Of course. No other dick can fuck me this good. Oh, yeah…”

“Got that right. Now lift your ass.”

Georgina lowered her feet on the bed and raised her ass. “Fuck me hard and fast. Faster. Now!”

He clamped his mouth on one erect nipple and gripped her hips. “Hang on, Georgina. You”re going for a good fucking ride.” He surged inside her repeatedly.

His control was quickly slipping, but he waited. Feeling Georgina come with his dick buried deep inside her was as pleasurable as releasing his own orgasm. The plush bed squeaked as he pumped his hips. Hard and deep, he took her. This was how Georgina liked sex—rough.

Julian didn”t stop pumping until Georgina screamed his name.

“Fuck! Yes, scream for me.” Julian leaned back on his heels, placed his hands at the back of Georgina”s knees to spread her legs wide, then looked down where their bodies joined. The sight of his dick shiny from their mixed juices and her pussy plump had him throbbing. “Oh yeah, fuck me, baby.” He thrust his hips and watched himself go in and out of her warm pussy.

Unable to take it anymore, he quickened his pace.

Georgina screamed as he rammed her hard. “More, Julian! I”m coming!”

“You want more, I”ll give you more.” He pressed his thumb on her clit while keeping his fast tempo.

“Yes!”

When he felt Georgina”s thighs and butt muscles contract, he released his own orgasm. Spent, he collapsed on top of her.

Not a second too soon, Georgina”s soft hands pushed against his shoulders.

“You”re crushing me.”

“Sorry.” He rolled to lie on his back. “Please stay, Georgie. Stay forever.”

Georgina laughed. “Forever. Such a romantic. I already told you—married men are on my long list of men to avoid. I”m only here because you have such a great ass. But it”s time for me to go.”

“I won”t be married soon.”

“Still, you”ll be divorced. And divorced men are second on my list.”

“So I”m in a no-win situation then.”

“Don”t blame me. You shouldn”t have married your wife.”

“I married her against my wishes. Joanie”s father forced me. It was almost like a shotgun wedding. She was underage at the time so it was either marry her or go to jail.”

“Her father probably wanted to saddle her with a rich man and he spotted you as a great candidate.”

Julian doubted it. Since he left, he”d never heard from either Joanie or her father. They didn”t demand him for anything. “So this is it for us then. Are you sure you don”t want to stay? Grandma will miss you. I will miss you.”

“I”m sorry, sweetheart. Just think. What if your wife shows up here and started pulling my hair? I”ve had horrible experiences from wives threatening to shave my head if I don”t leave their husbands. One wife from Texas even dumped a spit bucket on my car.”

“That”s gross!”

“Hell yes! I don”t want trouble, Julian. And your wife—if she refused to sign your divorce papers—is trouble. Try to understand my situation.”

“I understand.”

Georgina traced Julian”s ear. “You know, I thought…I was hoping you”re the last…”

“I will be if you give me a chance.” Julian buried his face between Georgina”s breasts and inhaled her sweet perfume.

“I already did. I stayed this long. But I”m not comfortable with this. It”s not your fault. You”re a victim of your wife and her father. Are you really going to see her?”

“Yes. She kept sending the papers back unsigned. If I go see her, then I can hand her the papers and have her sign them. Three days. Give me three days and I promise you, I”ll be back a single man. Georgina, I want you here on this spot—

naked, wet, and ready for me.”

“You are so romantic. Julian, I enjoyed being with you, us. But I”m afraid of your wife.”

“She”s just a little critter. A foot shorter than you. Nothing to be afraid of.”

“You really think she”ll sign the papers if you meet her in person?”

“I”ll make sure of it.”

Georgina”s lips pursed. “I don”t know, Julian. I can tell she”s going to be trouble. She refuses to sign them because, and believe me on this, she wants something from you. Money I am sure. Don”t give her anything more than what she deserves.”