The Risqué Contracts Series (16 page)

We raced for the elevator, our lips barely leaving each other’s as it climbed the floors to the top. The second the suite door closed behind us, Brysen pushed me against the wall and dropped to his knees on the floor. My breath caught in my throat as he shoved the bottom of my dress up and yanked my panties down my thighs, tearing them off in the process. Then his tongue darted out, swiping against my pussy, and my head banged against the wall.

“Brysen,” I moaned, forcing my legs wider to give him better access while he ate my pussy like a starving man—licking, sucking, and nibbling until I was a quivering mess.

“Could die a happy man with your taste in my mouth,” he murmured.

“Not before I get to feel you come inside me.” I dropped to my knees next to him and pushed him to the floor so I could straddle him. My motions were frantic as I ripped his belt from the buckle and unzipped his pants. He lifted up, letting me shove them down his legs. I leveled my body over his until my sex was poised over his cock.

I was soaked from my climax earlier and there was no resistance when he slid up inside of me, pulling me flush against his body. I gripped his shoulders and pushed down until he was buried deep.

“You better fucking move unless you want me to flip you over and fuck you hard,” he ordered, his fingers clenching against my hips.

I rotated my hips, making sure to rub my clit against his pelvic bone at the end of each roll. He only gave me a handful of swivels before he lost his patience and took over. He angled his cock and powered up, his grip bordering on painful as he found a spot that drove me wild with need. He hammered into me, our eyes locked while he pushed me to the edge.

“So fucking close, baby,” he moaned.

“Come for me,” I whispered, echoing his words from earlier.

One hand slipped from my hip and his thumb found my clit, rubbing hard. “Not without you.”

The need in his voice sent me over. My walls clenched against him, milking his orgasm from his cock as I took him with me. We spent the rest of the night entwined in each other’s arms in bed, coming together several more times until I finally passed out in an exhausted heap.

I was disoriented when I woke up the next morning, reaching out for Brysen and finding the bed empty. The low murmur of voices from the other room drifted toward me and I realized that’s what had woken me up. I didn’t know how long ago Brysen had left our bed, but I did know I was still exhausted and he had to be too. I grabbed the robe he’d left for me on the knob of the bathroom door and jerked it closed with a sharp tug on the belt. I couldn’t walk out there naked because Brysen wasn’t alone. There was a woman out there with him.

I entered the living room cautiously, not sure what I would find. When my eyes landed on Brysen and the woman I’d heard speaking, I gasped in surprise. “Charlotte? What are you doing here?”

C
harlotte and I ceased speaking at the sound of Elisa’s question. She stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her eyes sleepy, hair adorably mussed, and had the glow of someone who had been well loved. It warmed me everywhere, but especially my heart, to know this was what I would have for the rest of my life—waking up with the most amazing woman at my side.

Elisa glanced back and forth between Charlotte and me, her expression confused. I wanted to take the lead in the conversation, but Charlotte placed a hand on my arm and whispered, “Let me.” I nodded, appreciating Charlotte’s gesture.

“Hey, Lissa.” She gave a little half wave and a slightly sheepish smile, then rushed over to throw her arms around Elisa.

“What are you doing here?” Elisa asked, her brows furrowed. “Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your paper this weekend? Charlotte, please tell me it’s already done!” At the end, she was practically screeching in alarm.

“Keep your panties on, Lissa.”

I smiled, remembering Elisa using a very similar phrase the day before. It was cute how Charlotte imitated her older sister.

Charlotte took Elisa by the elbow and led her over to the couch as she explained, “I convinced the professor to give me an extension, considering the circumstances. He was a pain in the ass about it at first, but I can be very persuasive.”

“Circumstances...?” Elisa was clearly becoming even more lost as to what was happening.

“Well, when Brysen called to tell me you guys were getting married—we’ll discuss why I didn’t know you were dating anyone, much less engaged later—” Charlotte gave her  stern glare, “I wasn’t going to miss my big sister’s wedding.”

Elisa laughed and waved her off. “For crying out loud, Charlotte. We got engaged two days ago. I hardly think you’re in danger of missing the wedding.”

Charlotte grabbed her hand. “Holy fuck, Liss! I could see this rock from space!” Elisa turned a charming shade of pink—a blush I knew would spread over her entire body. I contemplated kicking Charlotte out for an hour so I could indulge in a morning fuck, but we had too much to do.

I decided it was my turn to step in; she was taking too long to explain. “Did you bring it?” I asked Charlotte as I approached them and sat at Elisa’s side.

“Bring what?” Elisa piped up.

“Mom’s dress,” Charlotte answered, almost reverently.

“What dress—wait, mom’s
wedding
dress?” Elisa looked a little shell-shocked. She could see where this was heading, but apparently, she didn’t believe it.

“Charlotte, would you give us a few minutes please? Elisa will meet you down at the spa in an hour.”

Charlotte looked like she wanted to argue, but raising a single eyebrow, I made it clear it was not a request.

“Go ahead,” Elisa told her. “Brysen and I obviously need to have a conversation.”

Once Charlotte left the room, I did what I’d needed to do since I saw her standing in that doorway. I dragged her into my arms and kissed her deeply, only coming up for air when I knew I was on the precipice of not being able to stop.

I took advantage of the daze I’d put her in and started explaining. “Elisa, I invited Charlotte, Maddie, and Caleb here to attend our wedding.”

Elisa laughed and shook her head. “Brysen, I think the engagement was enough, we don’t need to get married now just to prove something to my ex.”

My temper boiled at the assumption that the dipshit would have any relevance in my wanting to marry her. I kept it in check and continued. “I’m marrying you today for no other reason than I cannot wait to begin my life with you. You are my everything, baby. I need to know you are mine forever, and to make damn sure everyone else knows it. I want to call myself your husband, to come home to you as my wife every night, and be a father to our children as soon as possible.”

“But,” she paused, her brown eyes wary and unsure.

“What, baby?”

She glanced away and bit her bottom lip, distracting me with the desire to have it in my mouth instead.

“We...um,” she cleared her throat, “we haven’t even said ‘I love you’.”

Holy fuck
. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t told her. I could have sworn I’d said the words the night before. Then I remembered, I’d spoken of being in love, but had not come right out and said it.

I grasped her chin and forced her eyes up to meet mine. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t make this more special, baby. I honestly meant to tell you last night. I love you. From the first moment I saw you, I was bewitched and fell head over heels. Every day, I think I couldn’t possibly love you more, then I wake up and find I was wrong. Every time you laugh, every time you fall apart with my name on your lips, I am tethered that much tighter to you. I will love you forever, Elisa, and I want forever to start today.”

Her eyes had become wide as saucers, her mouth parted, and that blush I loved so much spread across her freckles.

I waited in silence for a few minutes, but patience was not a virtue I possessed. “I know you love me, baby, but I want to hear the words. I need to hear them.”

She seemed to break out of whatever trance she was in and threw herself into my arms. “I love you, Brysen! I don’t know how it’s possible to love you so much after only a few weeks, but I do.”

Relief flooded my body. I’d known the truth of it, yet hearing her say it was better than I could have ever imagined. Our mouths met with urgency and I no longer cared how much we had to get done. I scooped her into my arms and stood, stalking to the bedroom where I followed her down onto the bed.

I lifted up, braced on one side, and slid a finger down the parted robe, loosening the knot and opening the sides, displaying her naked body. I cupped one rounded tit in my hand, squeezing and feeling the nipple harden beneath my palm. Then I slid my hand down over her belly, circling a finger around her navel and ending at the lips of her pussy. She was glistening with arousal, already soaking wet.

“I love how you respond to me, baby. You’re always ready for me.”

She mewled as I dipped one finger into her folds, her chest arching. It left me no choice but to suck one firm, little peak into my mouth.

I wanted to worship her body, to take my time and explore every single inch. However, I knew we were running short on time. I bit down lightly on her nipple before letting it go. “I need you, but we don’t have time for me to make love to you. This is going to be a hard, quick fuck,” I growled.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want it hard. Fuck me, Brysen.”

I loved when dirty words spilled from my girl’s mouth. It was a fucking turn on and I let my control go, my baser instincts taking over. Moving on top of her, I spread her legs as wide as they would go and lined my cock up to her pussy. Then I thrust in hard, sheathing myself completely.

“Fuck! You are so tight, baby.” At my words, her pussy clenched. “Yes, Elisa. Squeeze me. Fuck, that’s good.”

I began to move and after only two thrusts, I was pounding into her, our skin slapping together, the bed creaking with the force of my movements.

“I want you to feel me the rest of the day. To walk down the aisle with every step reminding you whom you belong to. Thinking about what my cock can do to this fucking delicious pussy.”

Her whimpers quickly turned into passionate cries and when her walls began to clench, I was ready to go over the edge with her.

Angling so my pelvis rubbed over her bundle of nerves, I brought my mouth to her ear and bit the lobe before whispering, “Let go, baby. We’ll do it together.” She splintered apart and I went right along with her. I pushed in as deep as possible and felt my come release in hot spurts, filling her with me, marking her from the inside out.

“I fucking love you,” I gasped, my body still quaking with aftershocks.

Elisa slipped her arms around my waist and embraced me, sighing, “I fucking love you, too.”

“Then there’s no reason we can’t make it official. Become my wife,” I shifted my hips and surged deeper inside, still semi-hard even after coming, “today.”

“I couldn’t possibly.” My heart dropped, dread filling me before she continued. “Charlotte brought my mom’s dress, but I don’t even know if it fits. And then there’s hair, makeup, flowers, and all the other things a girl needs when she gets married.”

My breath left my lungs in a loud
whoosh
. These were all things I could fix. Hell, I didn’t even need to lift a finger to do so because it had already been taken care of. “I have an appointment booked for you at the spa where they’ll take care of your hair and makeup. A florist will meet you up here as soon as you’re done with several options to pick from, but I’ll warn you now, each of them has cherry blossoms included. And if you think of anything else you need in the meantime, I’ll make sure it’s taken care of. Whatever it takes.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “You have a deal, on one condition.”

“Name it and it’s yours.”

She swiveled her hips. “Make me come again first.”

I quickly got to work on meeting her demand. I had said I’d do whatever it took to seal the deal, after all.

***

“C
alm the fuck down, dude. She’s with Madeleine and Charlotte in the other room.”

I turned to glare at Caleb, who was standing to my left as my best man. “I seem to remember having to practically wrestle you to the ground to keep you at the altar while you waited for Maddie.”

Caleb shrugged. “Touché.”

I shuffled my feet restlessly, sticking my hands in the pockets of my tux. The resort had a small chapel and I’d promised a signed football to the manager to book it for right after the five o’clock mass. Cherry blossoms filled the room, the same flower pinned to my jacket and in the bouquet Elisa would be carrying.

After what seemed like fucking hours, the violin quartet I’d hired started to play the smooth, romantic melody of
Nessun Dorma.
The aria from
Tourandot,
told the story of a man who falls in love at first sight and must earn the hand of the princess. It was the perfect song to watch my Elisa walk toward me down the aisle. Her ivory, lace dress hugged her curves until it flared out at the knees, hitting the floor.

The sight of her and the smile on her face calmed my racing heart. I had to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth to speak my vows. Then the ceremony was done and I kissed my wife for the first time. I gathered her up close and kissed her without urgency, pouring my love into it. However, it eventually turned passionate, and I was about two seconds away from hauling her ass back to our room when I was knocked out of my lustful haze by a small hand whacking me on the back of my head.

“You can ravish your wife later, Bry,” Maddie said sternly.

My gaze burned into Elisa’s chocolate brown eyes, a mirroring flame sizzling. She went on her tiptoes, her voice quiet, for my ears only. “Don’t worry, I can still feel the stretch from the last time you owned my body and convinced me to say yes,” she said with a firm grip on my ass.

Fuck.
“You better cancel any appointments you have for the week after next. You won’t be able to walk after spending our honeymoon being thoroughly fucked. I’m going for the win, baby.”

Elisa winked at me—damn, it turned me on when she did that—and grasped my hand, her finger rubbing lightly over my wedding band. “I’m game. Just remember, you’ve already won your championship ring.”