Authors: Joanna Blake
I was trying to control my temper. It wasn't working.
"She'll always have us. And we could send you photos of the kid if you wanted. Or not. No need for you to be involved at all. You're a young man, with a bright career ahead of you. Both of you could move on from this, have your own lives."
I stopped walking and turned to face him.
"With all due respect Coach, that is complete bullshit. She's worth more than all of that put together, and you know it. I'd give up my career and more to be with her. As would any man in his right mind."
Coach stared at me for a moment, then slowly the corners of his eyes started to crinkle. For a minute I thought he was going insane. He smiled suddenly and slapped me on the back.
"I was just testing you son. You passed."
We walked back inside in time to see yet another enormous gift being rolled in by the venue staff. This time I looked at the card.
"What the hell?"
Betsy shook her head, eyeing the box.
"I hope it's not another crib."
I opened the card and hid a smile. The gift was from Kenneth and the guys. There was an shipping receipt inside. It said 'faux leather sex chair.' There was a little drawing of a lounge chair with two round humps. There was also a little brochure with images of some positions you could try.
I shut the card quickly, hoping no one else saw what was inside.
Meanwhile, ideas were already starting to roll in my head. The chair looked like a normal chair. Sort of modern. We could have it in our living room if we wanted to, though I didn't think that would go over well.
Technically, you would never know it was for sex.
Unless you
knew it was for sex.
Oh yeah, this thing was going to get a lot of use. I could already imagine bending her over it, taking her sideways, upside down. In a split.
Belinda was very flexible after all.
I groaned as heat started to fill my jock. I felt my shaft pulsing in time with my heart. I pressed down on it, hoping it would go away.
It didn't.
I spent the next half hour trying to think of unsexy things. My cock would not cooperate and simmer down. I was going to have to take my bride somewhere private and take care of that as soon as possible.
I just had to get through the ceremony first.
I grabbed one of the guys from the event venue and slipped him fifty bucks to take the box upstairs to the bridal suite. I wanted to try it out tonight.
Fuck that.
I was trying it out this afternoon.
I pulled out my phone and typed out an email to Kenneth. I shot a selfie of me and my middle finger to go with it.
Thanks for the wedding day boner, you crazy bastards.
Love,
Sergeant Thick
Belinda
"Do you Kyle Connor take this woman to be your lawfully wedded bride, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
I inhaled sharply, waiting my turn. This was it. I was marrying my caveman.
"Do you Belinda Carmichael take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do."
I barely got the words out of my mouth before Kyle pulled me against him. The minister was pronouncing us man and wife while my husband of thirty seconds manhandled me. He was kissing me deeply and pulling me down the aisle before the minster had even given permission for the kiss.
The ceremony itself had been beautiful. Lighthearted but solemn. But the moment it was over-
BAMN
The Neanderthal was back.
I almost hit him over the head with my bouquet for being an ass. I refrained, smiling at the guests as he pulled me into the venue and upstairs to the bridal waiting room. I looked around, putting my hands on my hips.
"What exactly is it that couldn't wait?"
He grinned at me and pointed to an enormous gift.
"Open it."
I looked at him over my shoulder and shrugged, deciding to humor him. I tore open the package. An enormous lounge chair was inside. It was black pleather from what I could tell.
I tilted my head, staring at it.
"It's a nice chair. Is there a reason it couldn't wait?"
"That's not just any chair my love."
"What is it?"
Kyle came up behind me, kissing my neck. I sighed and leaned back against him. He seemed to always know exactly where to touch me to make me relax. He whispered in my ear.
"It's a sex chair."
"It's a
what?
"
"I'll show you."
"Kyle, we have guests!"
"They can wait.
I can't.
"
I chewed my lip, undecided. I
was
curious. And I was feeling tingly from his kisses...
"Here. Just hold your dress up, like this."
He gathered my dress and lifted it, pressing it into my hands. He bent me over the chair and I heard him kneeling behind me. He pulled down my white lace panties and leaned down, kissing me between my legs from behind. I felt my knees go weak at the wicked things he was doing with his tongue.
For a minute I thought- yes- he was spelling out the alphabet!
"Oh!"
I was pretty sure he spelled it twice. Maybe three times. I was getting close to coming when he stood up and unzipped his pants.
I felt his stiff cock slide into me in one smooth stroke. We moaned in unison as he started to move. He didn't hold back. He started to drill me, hard.
Drilling for oil he liked to call it.
"Come on Princess, position number two."
He lay on his back, his tux still on. He lifted me over his lap and lowered me onto his cock. I'd never been astride before, not like this. My feet were on the ground so I could lift and lower myself with ease.
It was ahhhhhhmazing.
"Hmmmffff... that's it beautiful... reach for it..."
I bounced up and down faster now. His eyes were heavy lidded as he watched me ride his cock. Suddenly he grabbed my hips and started to pump upwards.
"Fuck Bellie, I don't think I can wait."
"Good. Don't- I-"
An orgasm tore through me, rendering me incapable of speech for a moment. I almost flew off of his cock, I was shaking so hard. But Kyle held me down on him as his cock jetted his come into me. He let out a strangled groan and we both collapsed, me on top, him with his legs falling off the chair.
I smiled at him, knowing we were both a sweaty mess.
"I like this chair."
"You haven't seen anything yet."
"There's more?"
"Oh yeah, there's a little book. I've been thinking of things to try all day."
I smacked his arm.
"Kyle! It's our wedding day!"
"What better time, Princess?"
I climbed off of him with a sigh.
"Call me 'wife.'"
He smacked my ass.
"Alright... wife."
I straightened my hair and dress as much as possible, but I was definitely rumpled. With a rueful shrug I turned away from the mirror. It was more than worth it.
We walked downstairs only to be immediately cornered by the photographer.
"Time for photos!"
I groaned, my hands flying to my hair. Every time I looked at these photos I would notice that my hair was messy. And I would know why.
Actually, that was kind of cute.
I took my position beside my husband and smiled for the camera.
Six Months Later
Kyle
I bounced Gabe on my knee, cooing at him softly while the bottle cooled. I was already a pro at midnight feedings. Hell, I even liked them.
I liked it even better when my wife thanked me in the morning.
Belinda was getting very creative. I'd even say a little bit wicked. The truth was, my bride had a dirty mind.
I walked through the house. It was an older house, but well maintained. Not too far from campus, and sadly, not too far from her parent's house.
They had developed a habit of swinging by unexpectedly to see the baby.
That had caused quite a few interrupted moments in the marital bed. Or in our case, the marital chair. I smirked, leaning back on the lounger where we kept it in a spare room.
Best damn seat in the house.
I arranged Gabe on my knee and lifted the bottle, testing it on the back of my hand. Then I offered it to my son, who grabbed onto the nipple and immediately started sucking.
He knew a good thing when he saw it.
Just like his dad.
I watched him eat, thinking about everything that had happened over the past year. I'd met Bellie. I'd gotten her pregnant without knowing it. Then, I'd met her again.
After that, it was pretty much the wildest ride of my life. Things had gotten FUBAR for sure. But now... I was in school with my love. We were settled, for now.
I didn't think we'd be here forever, so I tried not to gripe about the in-laws too much. They were way better than my dad, that was for sure. And Coach and I had an agreement now.
A gentleman's understanding.
If either one of us hurt Belinda, the other one would murder him.
Our arrangement aside, I was beginning to think the old man was starting to like me again. He'd even helped me chose a sports agent. Some pro scouts had already expressed interest. We were planning for the future. And it looked good.
Gabe hiccupped, signaling he'd had enough. I picked him up and walked him until he'd digested a bit. Then I layed him gently in his crib.
I shut the light and walked to the bedroom. My wife was sleeping, her beautiful red hair covering most of her pillow and some of mine. I smiled in the darkness.
Oh yeah, the future looked good.
Fucking A.
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Six (and a half) Months Later - Creation
To my Readers,
I've taken a slight departure from my regular style with this book. If you've read all of my stories, you know that the characters dictate what happens. I often have a plan for my H & h that gets completely thrown out the window. With
HEAT,
I expected to write another fun, sweet, somewhat dirty love story.
And then I met Trent. He had other ideas in mind. Because of who he is, and what his experiences have been... well, let's just say this book is a bit naughtier than my others. He needs love more than most, and he needs it in a variety of ways. Don't worry, I promise that he's a good guy deep down and this book does have a very happy ending.
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*HEAT was previously tilted BANG, but this title was censored. I think HEAT is even better though!
Chapter One
Trent
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Around me people were scurrying, adjusting lights and cameras. In front of me on all fours was Anastasia Berlin. Like me, she was frozen in place, with my cock balls deep inside her.
I wasn't concerned about losing my erection. I wasn't concerned about the camera they were moving behind me, practically touching my ass. I wasn't worried about cuming too fast.
I was just bored.
"Clear!"