Hooked Up: Book 3 (35 page)

Alexandre licked his lips. Those beautiful lips that I was going to kiss later. “Both of those cakes were out of this world.”

“Weren’t they?” I sighed with happiness. “This has been the most perfect wedding possible. The most beautiful day, ever.”

“I have to admit, I’m glad we didn’t get married in Vegas.”

“What? Even though I escaped from you, clambered out of a toilet window and caused mayhem and heartbreak?”

“I caused you a fair share of heartbreak as well, chérie. I think we’re about even on that score.”

“We made it, though.”

“Yes, we did. We made it.”

WE WERE ENSCONCED in our cozy log cabin. A fire burning in the hearth. Outside it was snowing lightly; a blanket of powdery white covered the ground and topped the pine trees.

I lay on the king size bed, nude, expectant and, literally, feeling like a virgin on my wedding night. It
was
my wedding night. Alexandre hadn’t been inside me for three months. My heart was in my stomach as it whipped around in an eddy of emotions, twirling and swirling like the northern lights. I observed Alexandre, my husband, walking around the room naked, unwittingly parading his beautiful body. He stoked the fire enjoying, perhaps, the latent fear that was mounting inside me. He must have known how nervous I felt. The orange blaze of the fire glowed on his golden torso; he bent down, his muscles rippling in his forearms and thighs.

I gazed at him, already moist between my legs, just imagining what he was going to do to me. He turned around, narrowed his eyes and said, “You’re so exquisite, Pearl.” His legs were parted wide and I watched his erection flex into a hard rod. He bit his lower lip without being aware he looked so predatory. A tingle of fearful adrenaline spiked me in my solar plexus.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been longing for this, Pearl?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” I replied, blood pumping through me in a hot rush.

“Do you know what I want to do to you?”

The Big Bad Wolf, I thought.

He sauntered toward me slowly, standing above me as I lay there. His eyes trailed up and down my body and just the thought of him had my nipples erect, but when he touched me, tingles shot through me. He held my chin in his hands, leaned down and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue; his glittering green eyes locking with mine, not leaving me for a second. “I want to kiss every inch of you. You’re mine, Pearl, all mine.” He straddled me, his strong thighs either side of my hips, his solid erection resting against my stomach. I gripped onto his sinewy biceps, raised myself up a little to meet his lips once more, and I moaned hungrily into his mouth.

“Please, Alexandre.”

He inched his way down the mattress and I felt the tip of him resting on my clit, which was throbbing in anticipation. I bucked my hips at him in desperation. I needed him inside me. He shifted his weight a touch and his soft crown rested at my entrance.

“You’re so wet, baby. How I’ve missed this.” He entered me just a millimeter and I cried out.

“Alexandre!”

“How does that feel?” he murmured into my mouth.

“Incredible.” I wriggled beneath him. “I want more.”

“I know you do, and you bet I’m going to give it to you, baby.” He pushed himself an inch inside me, his mouth still on mine. “So juicy, so hot and ready for me.”

“Ahh . . .” I groaned, writhing under him.

He eased himself in farther. “Are you okay? Is that too much?”

Are you kidding?
“Please,” I begged.

He groaned and thrust himself all the way in. “Oh, Pearl. Oh Pearl.” He was stretching me, filling me slowly, and I screamed out. He circled his hips and pulled out a touch, waited a beat and then came back down into me. I responded by grabbing his butt and thrusting myself at him.

“Alexandre.”

He couldn’t help it and nor could I. He fucked me rhythmically, and I rose up to meet each delicious plunge. I hooked my feet around his ankles so he was in deep, and clawed onto his butt tighter to control the pace. Each time he came down on me, I drove my hips forward, my clit rubbing hard against his pubic bone. I grasped his ass so tightly so our groins were united as one, and I froze the movement so each time our centers melded, my clit slapped hard against him; tremors pulsating and ringing through me. He was thick and hard inside me, filling me on all sides, molded to my form.

“We were designed for each other, Pearl,” he murmured. “Made to fuck together. Forever and ever.”

“Oh, baby, this feels so good.”

His focus was just
me
, his forehead on mine. His thrusts were making me delirious. His hands cupped my ass possessively. We were locked together. He said, almost in a growl, “You. Are. All. Mine. This. All. Belongs. To. Me.” Each thrust was punctuated by a word. “Love. Honor. And. Obey.”

I wanted to laugh but maybe what he said wasn’t so silly after all. Because on a hard plunge on “obey” my inner fireworks exploded—the northern lights of my core swirled and danced inside me like never before. I cried out in ecstasy and felt his hot release pounding through me, as his lips melded with mine.

“Yes, yes,
yes
,” I screamed into his mouth.

“What are you saying yes to, Pearl Chevalier?” he said on one last thrust.

“I swear to love, honor and obey you for the rest of my life.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” and he kissed me again.

T
HAT NIGHT WE FUCKED for the first time in months, so it really did feel to me as if it was new to us. Okay, we’d had delicious sex in many other ways, but no penetration—doctor’s orders in case Pearl suffered a miscarriage. It had happened to her twice before during her marriage to Saul and we didn’t want to take any risks. So this night really was our wedding night, in every sense. She was my virgin bride. I felt reverent towards my new wife, but I also couldn’t wait to enter her. Deep. Profound. I needed that union. It had been far too long. As beautiful as her wedding gown was, I had visions of what lay beneath—and I couldn’t wait.

I observed Pearl quietly as she lay on the bed before me. Horny as I was, I didn’t want to rush a thing. This was a moment to be savored for the rest of our lives. I could hardly breathe I had so much love overflowing from within me; a pumping surge which took my body by surprise. I could now know
for sure
that she belonged to me. No more ifs or buts. No more cat and mouse.

“Pearl Chevalier,” I said, rolling those sweet words on my tongue. “Madame Pearl Chevalier, tu es magnifique.” The golden light of the fire highlighted the curves of her nude body and glowed on her beautiful face. “Je t’aime,” I added with pride. I could feel myself get hard. “Do you realize how I’ve been longing for this moment? Counting down the days, the hours?”

“Well, that’s how they had to do it in the olden days. The groom had to
wait
for his wedding night,” she said.

I remained stationary, drinking in the incomparable image. The image that I wanted imprinted on my brain until the end of my days, so when I was old, gray and doddery I could remember this moment.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I murmured. She bit her lip and spread her legs a touch. My cock flexed again. I slowly sauntered towards her, my eyes locked with hers. Her blonde hair had grown in the last few months and was spread like silky bands across her shoulders.

I bent down and kissed her. Inhaled in her sweet scent, and a feral moan rumbled from my throat. She opened her lips and her pink tongue, fresh and eager, darted out to meet mine. She whimpered, and I knew how wet she’d be even though I hadn’t even touched that part of her yet. “Pearl Chevalier,” I said again, and winked at her. “Mrs. Pearl Chevalier. Madame Pearl Chevalier.”

“Oh don’t be so sure, I might decide to be Mzzzz,” she teased, “or mademoiselle. I might keep my maiden name.”

“No more games, Pearl,” I said, nipping her pussycat lip, “you’re mine now.”

“Prove it,” she moaned into my mouth.

“Oh, I will.”

Her nipples were tweaked with desire and her tits full and round from the pregnancy. I trailed my tongue over her lips, and my fingers grazed across her taut breasts and I pinched and rolled one nipple lightly. “Oh God,” she groaned, her eyes fluttering.

I pinned her beneath me, my knees either side of her hips, my cock rock-hard against her curved belly where Louis and Madeleine were growing stronger, day by day. I almost felt wicked, knowing I was about to defile their pure mother. But it also made me all the more ravenous for Pearl, knowing that the seed inside her was transforming into two special little beings, who would talk and walk and have their own opinions about life.
We
had created them together. Through love. And lust.

She traced her fingers over my pecs and ran them slowly down to my abdomen, letting her fingers dip into the ridges, scanning my torso with her guileless, approving eyes. “You’re beautiful, Alexandre,” she told me.

I leaned down to kiss her again, letting our lips rest quietly together. We were united and about to be joined even closer. I needed that proximity. I needed to be deep inside her. I edged farther down until my cock rested on her slick wetness. Desire pooled low in my gut and blood pumped hard and fast into my groin. I was huge and worried that I might hurt her, yet the need to fuck her was stronger than ever. I could feel every nuance of her soft, liquid heat and I slid in just a millimeter.
Fuck!
It felt out of this world. “Is that okay, baby? I don’t want to damage you.”

“Help me,” she whimpered.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Please fuck me, Alexandre.
Please.”
I pushed in another inch, using my arms to control my weight on her. Her eyes flicked to my biceps and she bit her lip. She bucked her hips up at me to get closer, but I carried on controlling myself. “Your muscles are so defined,” she whispered. “You’re so incredible—every part of you.”

I made small circular movements so she could adjust to my size. I could feel myself throbbing, and the sensation of her tight pussy, like a warm glove, had my sensitive cock ready to plunge into her. Fuck her hard. But I counted to ten and remained steadily, gently thrusting, only a couple of inches in. I had to control myself.

“So. Juicy. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” My dick punctuated each word.

She clawed my ass with her nails and drew me in closer, but I wouldn’t give in, in case I hurt her. Her ankles clamped my calves and she pumped herself in rhythm with me. “Oh my God, this is incredible,” she moaned. “I’m going to come soon.”

Our foreheads were locked together and our breaths in unison as if we were one being. I pulled out and let my cock slide up and down her clit—she was on the edge—so this was a way to both bring her back down and also to drive her wild. I wanted this to last longer because I was in a sort of spiritual, lovemaking bliss. She was too. Long gone were the days when I had to work hard to make Pearl come—that challenge was over. I slipped back inside her and resumed the mini thrusts, just my crown teasing her mercilessly as she arched her back, groaning for more of my thick, solid cock.

“Remember to . . . Love. Honor. And, Obey. Your. Husband,” I growled, half jesting. I could feel her contractions gripping me, sucking me in—she was coming hard. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I pushed myself in a little more and exploded, my seed probably joining the twins.

Pearl’s tongue was all over mine as she murmured almost incoherently, “I’ll obey you, Alexandre. I’ll do anything for you. Anything—every inch of me belongs to you.”

We were climaxing together in an emotional rush of trust, lust, and love.

“Anything?”

“Oh God I’m still coming . . . anything, baby,” she moaned, her fingers were gripping my ass.

“Stay with me forever, my belle Pearl.”

“I swear,” she said, kissing me again.

T
HE LEAVES HAD had turned golden and the sun lit up a crisp, cobalt blue sky. Louis and Madeleine were dozing like two cherubic angels, their cheeks rosy and round, their eyelids fluttering into deep slumber, as I rolled the twin stroller through the Ramble in Central Park. Rex was guarding the babies as if they were his very own, his ears pricked up expectantly, making sure no curious squirrels might leap upon them. I tilted my face up to the sky; the autumnal sun shimmering in dappled shadows through the trees.

I loved Central Park in fall—never more than now, with my life being the way it was. Complete. Fulfilled. I was not here to stalk Rex, nor to run away from Alexandre. I was here as a mother to two beautiful, healthy babies, as a wife, and as a woman who had finally gained confidence in herself. I was enjoying my family, bathing in the caress of their unconditional love and a heartening sense of finality.

This was it. I had arrived. I was
here
.

Out of the corner of my eye I sensed Alexandre watching me. I lapped up the sun’s gentle, warm rays but I could feel the intensity of his peridot-green eyes upon me, his gaze focused—he probably wanted to know what thoughts were flitting through my mind.