Unforgettable 3 (Hollywood Love Story #3) (20 page)

“Jesus, baby. You feel so fucking good. I’ve missed this so much.” Setting his hand on the bed parallel to the other, he hits my womb and then slowly pulls out. Another few long, steady strokes and then he begins to hammer me madly, taking me to the hilt with every passionate thrust. Each time he hits my magic spot and rubs his length against my clit, the friction creates a new barrage of sparks between my melting legs. His harsh breaths fill my ears and mingle with mine. My eyes stay on his impassioned face, glistening with sweat. I cling to his tight ass, and my pussy clenches around his formidable girth as I undulate my hips to meet his thrusts. He pumps harder, faster. My whimpers morph into sobs as my body races to the finish line. A spiritual swirl of emotion and sensation overtakes me. The sheer bliss of our bodies together is almost too much to bear.

“Oh, Brandon! I love you! I love you! I love you!” I cry out, the uncontrollable words not coming from my throat but some place so much deeper inside me. My eyelids lower as if my whole body is saying a prayer.

“Keep your eyes open, baby,” Brandon pants out. “I want you to watch me. And see what you do to me when I make you come with me. And never forget how much I love you.”

I know better than to disobey him. My gaze stays on him as we both soar toward orgasms of unworldly proportions. The intense expression on his face is one of pure determination and tortured ecstasy. Passion shoots out of his half-mast eyes.

“I want you to roar my name so loud the bell captain hears it,” he pants out.

I nod feverishly, unable to say a word. I’m so, so close to coming. So near euphoria.

“Now, baby!” On the next forceful thrust, he lets out a loud feral grunt. At the savage sound, I fall apart. My orgasm travels inside me like the forked fault line of an earthquake. I roar out his name as I shudder with rapture around his juddering length. His volcanic release bathes me.

My legs still wrapped around his neck, he buries his face against my belly.

“Oh, baby, that was fucking incredible. And we’ve just begun. The night’s still young.”

We fuck our brains out till the wee hours of the morning. By the time we blissfully fall asleep in each other’s arms, we’ve made love in the tub, on the floor and the kitchen counter as well as on top of the baby grand. He’s fucked me from the front and from behind and I’ve blown him to pieces.

Tonight was just the beginning. The world is ours and we have forever.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

We’re one.

And nothing can come between us.

Zoey

L
ike gemstones, they dance around me. Topaz, sapphire, coral, and amethyst too. Fish of all colors, sizes, and shapes. I breathe in and out of my regulator, and behind my mask, my eyes grow wide with awe. Like my life, this is all surreal. I’m on Day 3 of my month-long honeymoon with Brandon Taylor. The man of my dreams. I don’t know how he did it, but he’s mapped out a total James Bond honeymoon that includes all the destinations featured in
Casino Royale.
The Bahamas is our first stop where we’ve been lodging at the five-star Ocean Club in Nassau (complete with a rented Aston Martin and a dog sitter for The Gooch.) At the end of the week, we’ll move on to Europe and culminate our trip in Venice. I’m so sore I’m seriously not sure if I’ll be able to do any sightseeing. Though sightseeing is not high on Brandon’s list of priorities.

The mild, salty Atlantic is soothing. A welcome relief. Floating in the crystal clear turquoise water, I experience an incredible lightness of being and freedom like none other. It’s like I’m weightless and flying. Just six months ago I suffered from an immeasurable fear of the ocean, but Brandon changed all that by teaching me how to swim. To think I would have missed out on all this other worldly beauty and wonderment makes my skin prickle beneath my wetsuit.

In the otherwise magical silence of the sea, only the soft, melodic sound of bubbles blowing fills my ears while a rush of love fills my heart as Brandon holds my hand and points to a moray eel that slithers out from behind a coral reef. The florescent green creature emits a glow, but it’s nothing compared to my own electrical glow. As the shimmering snake-like fish wiggles by us, Brandon repositions me so I’m perpendicular to him, my fin-covered feet almost hitting the ocean floor. With one arm wrapped around me, he removes his regulator and then removes mine. His lips descend on my mine, and breathing into his mouth, I lose myself to him. All oxygen leaves my lungs. There’s a lot Brandon says he can teach me to do under the sea. My husband. My lover. My master.

We break from the kiss and return our regulators to our mouths. And my eyes grow round again. My tranquil heart practically beats out of my wetsuit. Unable to contain my astonishment, I point with my finger, urging Brandon to turn around and see what I’m seeing. First a dolphin. And then Mama! She’s a beautiful mermaid, her vibrant red hair spread out like a sea fan as she swims my way. And Papa is alongside her holding her hand. I break away from Brandon and propel myself forward as fast as I can to meet them. Mama is just as I remember her, maybe even more beautiful with her flawless shell-white skin and sparkling emerald eyes. And the man with her so handsome I can see why he is her forever love. There’s an ethereal quality to both of them. Angels of the sea. They take me in their arms for what feels like an eternity.

“Oh, Mama! Papa! I’ve missed you so much!” I say silently.

“We’ve never left you,” I hear Mama say, her eyes glimmering with happiness.

“You’re so beautiful, my little girl,” says Papa just like he did when I was a toddler.

I’m overwhelmed with emotion. “Mama, Papa, I want you to meet someone.” I turn to face Brandon as he swims my way and then I turn back around to face my beloved parents. My eyes dart in all directions and then my heart sinks to the ocean bottom. They’re gone! Brandon entwines his fingers with mine and with his other hand signals upward. He wants us to complete our dive. I’m under his command.

Spiraling upward like two helixes, we shoot out of the water. We both remove our regulators and lift our masks atop our heads.

“Brandon! Did you see them?” I ask breathlessly, treading water.

“The pair of paparazzi?”

“That’s not funny!”

“The pair of barracuda?”

“No. Mama and Papa!” Frustration underscores my voice.

My gorgeous husband, his face glistening with flecks of the sea, flicks the tip of my nose and laughs. “My beauty, you must have been hallucinating. That can happen when you’re under the water for a long time.”

“No! I wasn’t hallucinating! They were there! You have to believe me!”

His twinkling violet eyes dance with amusement. “You’re so fucking adorable. C’mon, let’s chill.” Before I can say another word, he silences me with another fierce kiss that takes my breath away.

Five minutes later, we’re lying down, bared to each other, on the V-shaped forty-foot hull of the sleek cigarette boat we’ve rented. My head rests on Brandon’s rock-hard pecs and I can hear his heart drumming in my ears. Half-drunk mojitos are by our sides. The hot tropical afternoon sun beats down and warms us. He traces lazy, ticklish circles around my toasting nipples. While tingles travel downward to my inner thigh area, my mind is still focused on my underwater encounter. I saw Mama and Papa. I know I did.

Brandon breaks into my thoughts. “Baby, what did you think about your first dive?”

“It was amazing.” It really was, but I know I can’t convince Brandon that my parents were there. I go for another angle. “My love, do you believe in life after death?”

He twists his head toward me. “I don’t know. With all that’s happened to me, I try to live in the moment and make memories. What about you?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Really? So, what are you going to come back as?”

“A tall, blond, slender siren.”

He grabs a fistful of my wet hair and gives it a tug. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

His deep, dominant voice is almost a threat. I jolt. Not from fear but from an unexpected sensation. A glacial sting hits me. An ice cube! Brandon’s removed a large one from his mojito glass and placed it on my nipple. The bud hardens like a bullet at the frigid sensation while the tingles between my legs intensify. I can feel the cube melt against my heated skin, the cold liquid seeping down my cleavage and trickling onto my chest. Between my legs, another hot liquid accumulates. I’m so fucking turned on I want to jump out of my skin.

On my next breath, he rolls on top of me, the cube still so cold and big between us. His weight pins me under him and his piercing violet eyes hold me hostage. He anchors himself on the palms of his hands and raises his head. His mouth goes down on my nipple, his warm tongue lapping the cold water from the melting cube and replacing the numbness with his wet heat. Lifting one hand, he takes the cube and rubs it around my other nipple while he continues to suck its partner. The sharp contrast sends another rush of arousal to my core, like the tide coming in. A loud “aah” escapes my throat.

“Baby, don’t ever change. I love you just the way you are.”

He makes me smile. With a fiendish glint in his eyes, he maneuvers himself so he’s able to pry my legs apart with a single thrust of his powerful knees. A cool hand crawls between my thighs and I moan with pleasure as he caresses my sex.

“Mrs. Taylor, promise me you’ll never become anyone else. This is the only pussy I want.”

“Mmm,” I sigh as his thumb circles my engorging clit.

“I need to hear words.” Without warning, he trails the ice cube down my abdomen, causing me to arch beneath him from the shock of the cold. A shiver skitters down my spine and then I gasp when the cube presses against my throbbing clit. My pelvis tilts up as much as it can beneath him. I’m in a state so heightened and helpless it’s borderline unbearable.

“I promise I’ll always be me…your go-to Zo,” I spit out, so eager for more of the exquisite pleasure he holds in his hands like a bag of magic tricks.

“
My
fuckable go-to girl.” A wicked but satisfied smile lights up his face. His eyes burn into me like the glorious sun as he resumes stroking my numbed clit with his thumb. And then another trick. And another cube. This one lodged deep in my pussy. I scream with shock. The fire inside me instantly starts melting it.

“You’re dripping wet for me,” he growls, applying more pressure and making me squirm beneath him.

The truth is I’ve been wet for him 24/7, both in the sea and on land. And I think he’s had a permanent hard-on. The two of us haven’t been able to get enough of one another. We’ve been inseparable and insatiable. But what he’s doing to me now is incredible.

“I’m going to take you, Mrs. Taylor. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scare the fish when you come.”

“Oh Brandon,” I moan, cupping his strong, stubble-lined jaw. My clit is lit up like a bundle of dynamite, ready to detonate. “Please!” I beg, quickly remembering my magic word.

On my next heated breath, his enormous erection thrusts inside me, consuming me inch by magnificent inch. The heat of his swelling cock is a shocking but delicious contrast to the ice cube. I’m shivering and melting at the same time.

“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groans as he drives into me, pressing the cold cube against my womb.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I plead, on the brink of pain and pleasure.

“You’re going to get it.”

In one swift move, he does something unexpected. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m on top, his cock still deep inside me. My muscles clench around it like a fist.

“Fuck. That feels so good, my princess.”

I love when he calls me princess. And I love being on top. Somehow, it’s always deeper and more empowering, the orgasm so intense I see stars.

He begins to pound me ruthlessly, so hard the boat rocks. My ass lifts into the air with each forceful thrust. He grips my hips while I hold onto his shoulders as if he’s a life raft. I can feel the ice cube shrinking and cold water trickling down my inner thighs as he bangs into me. A tidal wave of an orgasm unfolds inside me. I’m ready to burst and scream.

“Oh Brandon, I can’t hold on,” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet, baby. Stay with me. You can do it.”

Is he out of his fucking mind? Yes, he is!

On the next powerful thrust, he pulsates inside me and then I hear another magic word. “Now. Come for me, Zoey. You’re all mine.”

I explode. He explodes. A cacophony of grunts and screams. It all happens at once. The ice cube all but vaporizes with the molten liquids we share. I collapse onto Brandon’s chest. Our chests rise and fall in harmony, slowing with each breath. So content, beautiful Brandon runs his hand through my damp hair and hums an unforgettable melody.

I cling to him like the song of love he is. Yes, that’s who he is. Unforgettable in every way. And that’s how he’ll stay.

My heart swells with pure joy. Mama’s words swirl around in my head.
We never left you
. A truth so powerful it almost hurts.

“Oh, Brandon, tell me you’ll never leave me!” Tears well in my eyes.

“Never, baby. You’ll always be mine.”