BLISS: A Wedding Enemies to Lovers Alpha Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance Page 5

  He steps forward. One hand clutches my shoulder and his other hand trails over my belly and his fingers slide between the lips of my sex. He presses and circles my clit.

  “Oh yes,” I whisper.

  His lips kiss the curve of my neck and trails across my collar bone. He dips his head and sucks my nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue strokes the tight bud. He pulls, and teases, and nips my flesh.

  Need tightens in my belly. I pull the bottom of his shirt. He releases my nipple and pulls his shirt up and over his head.

  Muscles. Scars. Tattoos. Flesh.

  His chest tells an entire story about his life that I haven’t yet heard, but want to know. I flick my tongue over his nipple.

  He shivers. His arm snakes around my waist. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. His hard, thick cock stands erect and waiting for my touch.

  I grasp him with both hands and rub up and down over his smooth flesh. He walks me to the bed and lays me back. I release his sex. Above me, he is a wall of muscles. His eyes penetrate me and my hips roll up and down my body responding to a desire for his touch, a desire for his lips, a desire for his cock to plunge deep inside my flesh.

  “First, I make you come.” A wicked smile eases over his face. His bicep and forearm flex. His lips burn my flesh. His tongue strokes across my belly until he stops above my sex. His hungry eyes stare into mine and he splits my legs wide.

  “Your pussy is beautiful.” He kisses the edge of my sex.

  “Oh God yes, please yes,” I moan. My control eclipsed by need and desire. My hips buck upward.

  He presses his lips to the edge of my sex and licks his tongue up one side. I gasp. His mouth finds my clit. He takes my flesh into his mouth. Teasing my engorged nub with his tongue. He strokes my flesh and circles my clit. His hand clamps over my hip, stilling my bucking and rolling.

  Heat tears through me and my sex tightens. He pushes two fingers deep inside me. He sucks my clit and strokes the flesh with his tongue.

  “Oh yes, yes,” I whisper. “I’m going to come.”

  His tongue moves faster over my flesh and I tear through the edge of pleasure and fall over into my orgasm. His tongue and fingers never stop. I tremble with the release of orgasm.

  I snake my hand into his hair and pull his mouth from my sex. His face hovers above mine and I kiss him.

  “I want you inside me,” I say around our kiss.

  He pulls his hips back and the head of his cock presses against the muscles of my sex. I tighten around him.

  “Greedy, little thing aren’t you?”

  I press my nails into the hard flesh of his muscled ass and press my hips up, wanting, needing, demanding his cock.

  He nips my bottom lip and a smile forms across his mouth. “Patience,” he whispers.

  His hips hitch back and slowly his cock presses deep into my sex. I surrender to the fullness. He stretches me and I take him, all of him, deep into my sex.

  “So fucking tight. So fucking hot.” His voice is a raspy whisper in my ear. He pulls his hips back and I’m empty for the want of his sex. I hold my breath. He thrust deep inside me.

  “Look at me, Torrey,” he says.

  I open my eyes and stare deep into his.

  “This, this is mine,” his says, his voice a deep rumble. He slides in and out of my sex. My breathing speeds up. The edge, I dance on the edge of pleasure, my body ready for another orgasm. He pulls back and slides in. I clasp his arms and wrap my legs around him. Pulling and pressing, sinking into the pleasure of his sex.

  He pushes into me and pauses and his jaw drops open as passion takes him. He pulls back and thrusts deep again and again. I hold onto him as my climax builds with each thrust.

  “I’m going to come,” he says. A hard, deep thrust and every muscle and sinew tightens. My sex clenches around his cock and we fall into the abyss of pleasure together.

  Chapter 10

  Torrey

  “Where’ve you been?”

  I walk into the suite. I’m carrying my heels and looking like I spent the entire night fucking someone. Which I did. I had hoped everyone would still be asleep. Not my luck. Becca and Tippy sit at the dining room table drinking orange juice and eating omelets.

  “Where’s Carmen?” I ask. I drop my shoes onto the floor, walk to the table and pluck a strawberry from a bowl of fresh fruit.

  “She’s not here either,” Tippy says. Her eyes slide from me to Becca. “We kind of thought you two were together and that maybe you went for a walk on the beach.” Her gaze slides from my bed-head hair to my rumpled halter dress.

  “Nope, Tippy, I definitely did not go for a walk today. But I did get some exercise.” I wink. She tries to contain her shock, but Tip does not have a poker face. She stares at her orange juice and I meet Becca’s confused gaze.

  “So uh…if you weren’t with Carmen this morning and uh…you weren’t here last night, then…” Becca takes a deep breath and sighs. “You know what? You’re a grown woman and whatever you want to do is completely up to you.” Becca slides from her chair and stands.

  “Did you know?” I ask. I pluck another strawberry from the fruit bowl and pop it into my mouth. I look at my best friend who I’ve known since the first day of kindergarten. “Did you know that Todd was sleeping with Aubrey?”

  The color drains from Becca’s face. She closes her eyes and sits back down. She swallows.

  “I guess that answers that,” I say.

  “I didn’t know,” Becca says. “I knew that I didn’t like him and I told you that but—”

  “You said he was wrong for me—”

  “And that I didn’t like him and after I told you that, you didn’t speak to me for three weeks. So, based on what I said and how you reacted, I assumed you knew I didn’t like him but that you did and I wanted to respect you and your decision about him.”

  I nod. “That’s fair,” I say. “So you didn’t know about Todd and Aubrey?”

  “Jake heard a rumor about Todd and Aubrey but no one saw anything and that was after I told you I didn’t like him and—”

  “I wish you would’ve told me.”

  Becca nods. “I wish I would’ve too,” she says. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m surprisingly good. I mean I wasn’t going to tell you or Jake until after the wedding, but Todd and I broke up.”

  “So that’s why no RSVP?”

  “Right. We broke up and I wasn’t heartbroken as much as I was hurt and insulted. You know, like realizing that I was in this relationship with this guy that I have nothing in common with except our business and possibly didn’t even really like and I was talking about marriage?” I shake my head. “Am I crazy?”

  “Nope,” Becca says. “I mean look who I’m marrying? A guy I’ve been in love with since I was twelve? We’ve been on and off and on and off and now…what? We’re getting married. Love just is, right? No rhyme, no reason.”

  “So where were you last night?” Tippy squeaks.

  Heat bursts over my cheeks.

  “Oh my God, you’re blushing,” Becca says. “You never blush, unless you really like someone.”

  “I mean it’s not long enough to know…is it?”

  “Insta-love, it’s real,” Becca says. “Happened to one of my sorority sisters in college

  I hold up my hand. “Stop. That is not going to be a ringing endorsement.”

  “Happily married for six years,” Becca continues.

  “Don’t tell me it’s one of the groomsmen,” Tippy squints. “No fair—you can’t hook up with a groomsman until the wedding.”

  “You two can’t hook up with a groomsman even at the wedding,” Becca says and takes a bite of her omelet. “They’re all married.”

  A lump thickens in my throat. “Married?”

  “Well, except for my brother, but technically he’s still married too, because the divorce with Carm isn’t final yet.”

  “Please tell me there will be at least one cute single guy at this wedd
ing?” Tippy asks. Becca picks up her phone and scrolls.

  “Let’s see…”

  The two of them start through the guest list. I turn toward my room. Married? Did I just sleep with a married man? Not once, not twice, but…four times? I walk toward my room.

  “Don’t forget,” Becca calls, “Massages in twenty minutes.”

  “I’m showering,” I call.

  “See if you can get that freshly sexed-up smell scrubbed off,” Tippy chortles and laughs.

  Somehow Tippy’s words aren’t nearly as funny as they might’ve been ten minutes ago. Married? That can’t be right? Can it?

  My phone beeps and I flip it over. Oh fuck. I close my eyes and sigh. I have to take this call and it is quite possibly the last person on the planet I want to speak to.

  Chapter 11

  Brett

  “What’s the problem?” I ask. Torrey is cute when she’s angry, but I’m hopeful we won’t spend a lifetime vacillating between hot sex and rage, because while it’s a turn-on right now, I’m pretty certain it’ll get old fast.

  “You’re married?” Her eyes squint at me.

  Oh shit. Did not want to get into this mess today, but I did inform Torrey that she was mine, last night, in a bit of jealousy, so now it’s my turn to come clean.

  “No,” I say and hold the door to my suite open to let Torrey enter first. She blows by me. Anger wafts off her. And why not, if she thinks I’ve lied to her about my marital state and she recently caught her boyfriend banging a woman in his office.

  “Then why did Becca say that you are?” Torrey asks. Same pose as last night. Arms over her chest, leg tapping, defiant tilt to her jaw. She’s wearing heels and a short skirt.

  My cock hardens. Her defiant anger turns me on.

  “I was married,” I say. I walk to Torrey and place a hand on each of her arms. “When I was twenty-two, I married a woman that I met in college, Jake met her. Becca did not.”

  “So you’re divorced then?” I ask.

  “No, not that either.”

  “Then what?”

  “I’m a—”

  “Widower,” we both say at the same time.

  I nod. Torrey presses her fingers to her lips. The anger drains from her body and her shoulders soften.

  “That look, the one you have on your beautiful face, right this instant, is the exact reason why I never lead with this.”

  “I…I’m sorry,” Torrey says. “Becca mentioned you were married and I…I thought the worst.”

  I nod. “Of course you did, because you’ve just experienced the worst. I guess we both have in some way.”

  She nods. “I…I don’t know what to say?”

  “There’s nothing to say. I loved my wife. She passed away. I can share every detail with you as she was wonderful and you might’ve liked her, but she and her being in my life do not change what I feel right now.” I pull Torrey close to me.

  My cock is hard.

  “I meant what I said last night, Torrey. I feel it to my core, we are destined to be together.”

  “I…” She gasps. “I feel it too. But I…I may need time…to take this slow, to get through some things.” She looks up at me through thick eyelashes.

  I press my lips to the corner of her mouth. “I’ll give you a lifetime,” I whisper.

  “I’ve got a lifetime to give,” she says and presses her lips to mine.

  A wave of desire crashes through my body. I pull her shirt up and over her head. My lips trail down her neck. “I want your perfect pussy.” I pull her skirt over her hips. I hook a finger in each side of her panties and pull them down her body. I rub the flat of each hand on either side of her ass. Thick round flesh. Hard and soft.

  She pulls at my pants and unzips my jeans. I kick them off my body. Soon we’re naked together. Her hand grasps my cock and she rubs her fingertips through the pre-cum.

  “Fuck yes,” I whisper out.

  She drops to her knees in front of me. Her perfect red lips open and slide over the head of my cock. She takes me all the way into her hot, wet mouth.

  Heat sears through my body. She pulls my cock deeper into her mouth. Her hand cups my balls. A gentle squeeze and a caress sends heat pulsing through my cock. I force my hips to still.

  My desire to thrust hard and deep into the sweet wet pleasure of her mouth rolls through my body. Instead, I clasp her shoulders and keep myself still. My gaze locks to the spot where her red lips slide over my cock. Fuck yes. Her perfect pretty mouth taking all of me forward and back. The heat swells and pulls my balls tighter to my body.

  “Baby stop,” I say and try to step back. The cum builds in my balls and I am going to blow. I try to pull away from her but she latches even tighter to my cock. “Baby, I’m going to come,” I say. I lick my lips. I shut my eyes. I try to force myself to stop, to not come. Torrey looks up at me and in her eyes I see that she wants to take me.

  “Oh fuck baby,” I say as I close my eyes and heat explodes through my body. Torrey takes me deep into her mouth, deep into her throat. She clutches my balls and squeezes, emptying me. I press my hand to the wall to steady myself. I pull her up and press her lips to mine. I pick up my sweet Torrey and I carry her through my suite and to the bed.

  She’s going to scream my name. She’s going to come so hard. I lay her on the bed and step back. My gaze rakes over her breasts and her nipples tighten beneath it. I crawl up and over her and pull her nipple deep into my mouth. My finger strokes over her soft round belly and I press through the folds of her sex. Her sweet tight clit.

  “Oh yes,” she moans out. I slip her nipple from my mouth and trail hot kisses over her belly and her thighs. I stop, just above her sex. I slide her legs over my shoulders and hover over her sex.

  “Fucking perfect pretty little pussy,” I say. “This pussy is mine.

  “It’s yours, baby, it’s all yours.”

  Her hips hitch up and roll down. I press my mouth to her pretty little clit and I take her into my mouth. I suck

  “Oh, yessss.”

  I stroke my tongue over her clit and lick and tease.

  “I’m going to come,” she moans.

  Fuck my cock is hard again.

  I pull her clit hard and suck and she hitches up and screams and she is over the edge.

  Fuck yes. I am up and over her and I am ready. I thrust deep and hard into her throbbing pussy. She is wet and ready for me.

  “Yes please, yes,” she wails.

  My control slips away from me. The heat and desire consuming me. Her hands clutch my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh. I thrust deep and hard. Her pussy clamps tight around my cock. The heat builds deep in the base of my cock and explodes from my shaft and we fall into the sweet abyss of orgasm together.

  Chapter 12

  Brett

  The beach is nearly empty on Sunday morning. The wind whips through my hair. Torrey’s hand is clasped in mine.

  “Cold?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “It feels good,” she says. “I love the ocean.”

  “So do I.” The infinite expanse that meets the blue sky far, far, far in the distance. We stop walking and face the water. My toes squish through the sand.

  “I’m a surfer,” I say.

  She nods. “I googled,” she says. “You’re not just a surfer, you love to surf big waves.” She shivers.

  “I…it’s part of my identity,” I say.

  She nods. “I know what it’s like to need something. Part of my identity is my business, my creativity, I could never give that up.”

  “I will never ask you to,” I say. “I understand the need for something. The desire to do something. To create something. To build something.”

  “So why Bliss Boards?” she asks.

  “Well, I’m a surfer and—”

  “No, the name?” Torrey asks. “Why the name Bliss?”

  Heat pulses through my face and I stare into the distance of the ocean. “You really want to know?”

  Sh
e nods.

  “After Monique died, before I started the company, I went to a psychic. I mean I know it sounds crazy now, but there I was…I felt lost and I saw one and went in.”

  “Okay.”

  “She told me that I would find my bliss and my bliss would find me, and when I found it I should name it.”

  Torrey’s eyes widen.

  “So when I found big wave surfing, it was the one thing that made me feel alive, after…well after. So I started designing boards as a way to keep surfing and then I started selling them and well…I’d found my bliss so…”

  “You named it, Bliss Boards.”

  I nod. “And now the second half has come true,” I say.

  Torrey’s eyebrows pull tight. Confusion on her face. I step forward and pull her into my arms. “Now, my Bliss has found me.”

  A twinkle lights up her eyes. A smile dances across her face. I lean down and press my lips to hers. A soft kiss. Filled with heat and promise and a future unwritten and yet one of which I’m completely sure. I pull my lips from hers. “I’m not going to pressure you ever, but I know, Torrey Bliss, I know that you are the second half of that prophecy. You are the Bliss that is meant to find me.”

  Torrey smiles and leans her head against my chest and I know that we will find our future together whether it’s here, in Sydney, or somewhere else in the world, because she is my Bliss and I will be hers.

  Epilogue

  Torrey

  I press Brett’s hand to my giant belly. “Feel it?” I ask.

  A smile widens over his face. “How do you have two babies in there?” he asks.

  “I have no idea and it’s your fault,” I say. I’m teasing him of course. There is nothing I want more than to have two of Brett’s babies in my belly. I stretch out my legs and lean back on the pool chair. In the distance, I see the ocean and the beach. I love the place Brett bought in El Segundo when we found out I was pregnant. I also love that he’s agreed to stay in the States until after the babies are born. The back and forth between Australia and California with stops to every big-wave destination on the planet has been fun, but now, I’m ready to nest. The last trip back from Sydney was four months ago, and soon—I rub my giant baby-belly—soon it’ll be time for the twins to arrive.