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  To my husband, David, who fell in love with an emotionally scarred woman twenty-two years ago. You believed in me and pushed me to be the person I am today. Thank you for believing in me and helping me achieve my dreams. I love you, Superman!

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  EPILOGUE

  Braedyn

  I'm an asshole. I wasn't always this way; life has made me this way.

  Five years earlier

  TODAY IS THE DAY. I am about to marry the girl who was made for me. She owns my heart and soul, and I can't wait to make her mine. She’s planned our wedding for a year now picking the perfect location. When she suggested Chapel of the Holy Cross in Sedona, I thought she was out of her mind because they don’t do weddings there, but somehow by an act of God or a miracle, her family was able to arrange it. I’m sure it cost a small fortune, but what my girl wants, she always gets. To say she is spoiled is an understatement. She’s a daddy’s girl, and that man would die before he lets her down. I know how he feels though, because I feel the same way.

  The guys and I have spent the last hour at the hotel getting ready, and now we’re lined up at the front of the church. I’m holding my breath just waiting to see a glimpse of my girl. When the doors open and I see her standing at the back of the church, waiting for her turn to walk down the aisle, the breath I was holding leaves my chest completely, and I’m feeling light-headed because there she stands all dressed in white, looking like an angel. I know immediately that the dress isn’t just any dress; it's her dress, the one she dreamed of all through school every time we talked about getting married. I’ve never seen a dress like this. It’s long and flowing with several layers of silk laid out behind her. Lace, sequences, and beads make up the strapless bodice. It's perfect and fits her like a glove. Her skin is tan and shimmering with her favorite body lotion. She looks amazing with her silky brown mane all in curls and ringlets pulled into the most amazing hairdo I've ever seen. Hell, what do I know? I'm a guy, and she’d look good to me in anything. I just know she is beautiful and her brown eyes are looking at me like I hung the moon. She's a bit of a curvy girl, just the way I like it, big round tits, full hips, and just enough curve to her ass to make my dick hard when I think about sliding into her tight little pussy. Today couldn't be more perfect. Well, that is until tonight.

  It's time for our vows, and she looks me in the eye. “Braedyn Ellington, I've loved you since the first day we met. I knew then just like I know now that there will never be another for me. I promise to love you, cherish you, and stand beside you for all eternity. I know there will be tough times and there will be good times, but regardless, we'll face them together, side by side until death do us part.”

  I struggled with my vows when I wrote them. Guys don't go around thinking about shit like this, but I knew for her it had to be special. I look into her beautiful eyes that are glistening with tears. I know she's waiting to hear what I have to say and to be honest, I'm a bit choked up when I say, “Brooklynn Marsden, you're the love of my life, the one perfect thing God created just for me. You make me smile and you hold my heart. There will never be another who will make me whole. I promise to keep you safe, love you, and be faithful to you forever. I promise that your happiness will be my life's goal. I promise that together we can face the dark, the light, and no one will ever love you the way I love you now and forever.”

  We exchange rings; then the preacher introduces us as man and wife. Now the fun begins. It’s New Year’s Eve. What better day to have a party than the one day of the year when everyone lets loose and has a great time? For me, it’s the one day I'll always remember, and that, my friends, is how you keep your woman happy. I'll never forget our anniversary, because I know that at the end of every year, I get to start a new beginning with the love of my life. One thing I have learned from experience is that forgetting a special day will break a girl’s heart. Men do that constantly by forgetting an anniversary or a birthday. Girls always seem to remember that shit, but as a guy, I can barely remember what day of the week it is, let alone when her birthday is, so I better never forget our anniversary.

  Everyone piles into the limos her parents provided to shuttle us to the resort for our reception. Brooklynn has planned the party of all parties. She said that the wedding was for us, and the reception is for our friends and family to have a good time. The music is rocking the house, alcohol is flowing like water, and my girl is hanging on me like I’m her lifeline to the next fifty years. She's moving to the music and brushing her tight little ass up against my cock like there is no tomorrow. She knows what she is doing, and she's doing it on purpose. What she doesn't know is that I'm about to whisk her away to the closest bathroom and fuck her brains out as quickly as possible before everyone notices we're gone and the clock strikes midnight.

  I grab her by the hand and make a run for the bathroom. She follows me, laughing all the way, because she knows me, and this is what she has been wanting. My dick is hard; it has been since I saw her stroll down the aisle in that perfect white dress, tits pushed up high and teasing me the whole time. I've been aching to slide inside her and show her just how much I love her, so the minute the door closes, I'm on her. My lips are kissing up the side of her neck, the back of her ear, and I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon. She grabs my cock and laughs when she feels how hard it is. She strokes it a few times over my slacks and then whispers in my ear that she loves me and wants me now. I'm no fool. You don't have to tell me twice. I slip my jacket off, hang it on the hook behind the door, and reach for my zipper. In literally ten seconds flat, my dick is out and ready to do what it does best, which is fuck my girl hard and fast. I grab myself, stroke twice, and then burst out laughing. Yep, I'm laughing so hard at my girl, who is trying to lift all the fucking layers of her dress, but there are either too many layers, or she has just had way too much to drink, because each time she goes to lift the skirt, she misses a layer. She’s getting frustrated fast. I know she wants this as badly as I do. I can smell her desire and know she is wet the way she always is for me. My heart is pounding in my chest knowing that she is all mine.

  “Baby,” I call out, “stop. I'll take care of it. Just
relax, will ya?” Yep. I got this. “Bend over the counter,” I tell her, and she does just as I say. I reach out and lift the layers of her dress then pile them nicely on her back and caress her ass. It's smooth and nicely toned, and I'm ready to turn it pink with one quick swat. Before she knows it’s coming, “SMACK” and yes, there it is that pink glow I love to see. Her yelp of desire spreads through the room. We both laugh for a brief moment.

  “What was that for?” she asks.

  “Well, Mrs. Ellington, it's because I can and because I've been dreaming of doing it since the minute you walked into the church. And if I had more than a few stolen moments with you, I'd give you a few more. But since we have limited time and my cock is about to burst, I'm going to make this quick.”

  “Braedyn Ellington, you are horrible, but I love that you are horrible with me.” Her smile fades into a serious expression. “Baby, I need to feel your cock inside me so bad I ache. Please don't make me beg.” With that request, I slide my fingers between her folds, finding her clit, and start rubbing it slowly. Her breaths are coming faster, and I can sense she is getting close. Before she knows what's coming, I'm sliding my cock inside her. God, she is wet. I can't believe how fucking amazing she feels around me. Hot, tight, and all mine. I slide in and out a couple of times before I reach around her waist and find her clit again. She moans so loudly that I have to stop for a moment.

  “Brooklynn, you’ve got to be quiet, for God sakes,” I tell her. “We’re going to hell for this, you know?” She laughs.

  “Just fuck me already, will you?” she says.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” I reply, starting to move slowly at first, but then picking up speed. She’s tight around my cock, and I can feel her walls quake with each deep stroke I give her. It’s taking everything I have not to burst and fill her with my seed. She’s breathing like she just ran five miles, telling me she’s almost there.

  Between my cock stroking inside her and my fingers on her clit, she loving every second of this, and you know what? So am I. “Braedyn, please, baby, I need to come. Please, baby, please.” That’s my cue, so I step it up a notch and bury myself so deep in her that I can feel myself bottom out. She yelps from feeling me that deep, and before I know it, she’s screaming my name and coming like it’s the end of the world.

  It takes me three more strokes until I’m over the edge, dumping every bit of my load in her hot pussy.

  “Shit, woman, I know the guests must have heard you,” I tell her. As usual, she has a quick-witted response.

  “Then don’t fuck me so well, and we won’t have to worry about it.” And again, we’re laughing.

  We dress and make our way back to the party. We weren’t as inconspicuous as I thought we’d been. My buddies are smiling and laughing at me the minute we walk through the door, and I can’t help but return their smiles with the biggest shit-eating grin I own, which falls from my face the minute Brooklyn’s mom makes a beeline for us.

  “Really, Brooklyn?” Margaret Marsden asks with a look of disgust on her face. “You two couldn’t wait a couple of hours? You had to run off to God knows where, mind you, and act like you’re teenagers? This is your wedding reception, Christ almighty. Show some respect and act like the adults you are.” She then whispers in her daughter’s ear, not so quietly, I may add, since obviously, her self-righteous ass has had one too many drinks. “Apparently, it was amazing. I heard you screaming all the way in here.”

  The night moves along rather quickly. I’m ready to blow this joint and find the solace that I need in the arms of my wife. We’ve got twenty-four hours at L’Auberge in Sedona, and then it’s to the airport to spend the next week in Fiji. I saved up for a year to give her this honeymoon. Private bungalow, private beach, and nothing but her and me naked for seven days. I’m on a mission to give my girl an orgasm every hour on the hour of our time away. I want her so thoroughly fucked that she’ll feel me between her legs even when I’m not there.

  It’s almost midnight and the countdown begins … Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I reach over to kiss my wife, cop a feel, and smile like I’ve just won a million dollars. We aren’t rich by far, but I don’t care. I’ve got all I want wrapped around me right now. As far as I’m concerned, life couldn’t be any better than it is in this moment.

  Rylee

  Five years earlier

  It’s a Friday night and my girls and I are headed to the bar to do a little dancing and a whole bunch of drinking. I don’t do this too often, but sometimes you just have to blow off some steam after a long week.

  Who would have ever thought that a wedding planner would be so stressed? But apparently, when you are one of the best, everyone wants a piece of you, which leads to long hours, overly emotional brides calling at all hours of the day and night, and the need for copious amounts of alcohol at the end of the week on occasion.

  When I enter the condo I share with my BFF, Bailey, I can tell she is ready to party. The music is already blaring to the point that a bomb could go off in the room and she wouldn’t be any wiser. I walk over to the docking station and turn the volume down before I make my way toward the back of the house.

  “Yo, Rabbit!” Rabbit is the nickname I use for Bailey. We’ve been friends since college, and I gave her that nickname because she likes to fuck and isn’t picky about the men she choses. Once she met Chris though, all that changed, and she’s been happily monogamous ever since.

  “You ready to leave yet? I’m thirsty and ready to let loose.”

  Bailey looks at me with the biggest smile on her face and says, “Yep, we’re meeting Chris, and he’s bringing a friend for you.”

  “Please, dear God, no!” I yell. I can’t take another fix-up. The last few have been a disaster, and honestly, I’m just looking forward to letting loose and having fun. I’m not in the mood to fight off another Mr. Octopus-Hands.

  Club Fulfilled at the Crowne Plaza is packed tonight with rocking music so loud my ears are having a hard time adjusting. Not exactly the relaxing night I had originally planned, but hey, the music is good, and I’m ready to dance. Bailey spots Chris, so we head his way, which is when I notice the fucking hot-ass man standing next to him. Let that be for me, please, I wish to myself. If that’s for me, I promise never to be a bitch again. OK, that’s going a bit overboard, but oh my fucking god, this guy is H.O.T hot. He’s at least six feet tall and around one hundred and seventy pounds of nothing but pure muscle. He has brown hair that is short on the sides and spiked on the top and green eyes the color of clovers. He’s wearing tight jeans that hug his ass and waist, what the fuck? Is that what I think it is? Fuck yeah, from the size of the bulge in his pants, he must be hung like the old gelding on my papa’s farm. Either that or he’s misplaced a couple of socks in his pants.

  Mr. Rock My World looks at me when Chris taps his shoulder and points my way. Then the biggest smile I have ever seen crosses his lips. I’m doing the happy dance. That is for me, fuck yeah, I’m riding that tonight. Chris introduces Coltrane Branson to me, telling me he goes by the name Colt. Kind of fitting, I guess, since I just compared his junk to the gelding on my papa’s farm. I can’t wait to see what that thing looks like when it’s hard.

  “Colt, this is Rylee. Rylee, Colt.”

  He reaches over and kisses my cheek. When he steps back, his eyes run up and down the length of my body, and with a sly smile, he says, “Hey, Rylee. It’s nice to meet you.” I say likewise. A couple of hours go by coupled with a few too many Malibu and Pineapples, my drink of choice, and I’m all grabby hands on my new stud. We’ve danced way too many dances with me rubbing my ass up against his cock, trying to tease that bad boy into submission, when Colt suggests we blow this popsicle stand.

  “Sure, I’d love to blow you!” Wait, did I just say that out loud? Based on the shit-eating grin he has coupled with the expression on his face, I’d say yep, I let those words slip between my lips and he heard me loud and clear a
nd loved the idea. I decide right then I am never drinking again.

  “I like the idea of your lips wrapped around my cock, Rylee.” His smile is sinister. It sends chills down my spine and hardens my nipples to a peak. “Let’s go.” He laughs and reaches for me, taking my hand in his before we start heading toward the door.

  As we make our way through the crowd of people, Colt stops and leans forward, bending his head to my ear. “I’m taking you back to my place. I really would like to see you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” That dirty mouth of his has my heart racing and my panties getting wet

  “Yeah, I’d love to get out of here.” We say goodnight to everyone and exit hand in hand to the parking lot.

  Colt opens the door to his white Range Rover and allows me to get in and buckle my seatbelt before he shuts the door. An hour later, we arrive at his condo. It’s located in south Phoenix and isn’t anything to write home about. In fact, it is kind of run down and makes me wonder if it is safe or not. I’m not superficial, but when you pull up and there is a gang of guys hanging out in front of the building, that kind of sets off some red flags.

  Pulling into his parking space, Colt places the SUV in park and climbs out. Once he reaches my side, he opens my door and grabs my hand to help me out of the car. He notices my hesitance and the fact I’m staring at the group of men smoking and drinking on the sidewalk.

  “Don’t worry about them. They’re harmless. And I’m here to protect you.” I’m listening to everything he says, but in my mind I’m thinking, Who the hell is going to protect him?

  “Colt, are you sure? They don’t look harmless.” These guys are huge and look like they haven’t shaved and showered in weeks. They’re drunk, and based on the smell I can tell they are smoking weed, which sets off every fight or flight instinct I have, with the flight portion winning out. I hesitate to move, but I hold on to Colt as we make our way up the sidewalk.