A Wild Ride (Jessica Brodie Diaries #3)(75)

When the line to greet the family dwindled, I was once again escorted by Dean Whitaker to a black limo in the front of the procession, and told to bring my ‘crew’, by which I assumed he meant the Davies, Lump and Adam. We were seated and given champagne while we were taken to Gladis’s house. Once inside Denise and I checked in with the caterers, party planners, baby sitters, and anyone else that had a job to do. Everything seemed to be taken care of and we joined the rest of our party to wait for guests.

When I got to the group I noticed William standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, facing away from everyone else, looking out over the grounds. He looked forlorn and alone. When I reached him I put my hands on his broad back and kneaded his muscles down to the base.

He turned to me and pulled me closely. “Let’s take a stroll,” he said in my ear.

His voice was melancholy and his mood dark. I nodded and let him lead me outside and around the house.

We walked in the grass and meandered around trees. He seemed content to stay silent, so I held his hand and followed his lead. In a while we ended up outside the pool house. He led me toward it, finding it open. It was still occasionally used by Lump, but now that Lump practically lived with Adam, she didn’t stay here all that much.

He stopped when we were in the living room. This was the place he picked me up for our first date. It was the first time I seduced him. I was almost killed in this place.

Speaking of which, where was Fred?

“Things will be changing soon. I worry about how it will affect us.” William was more emotional than I was used to. He wasn’t tearful, but his mood was black, which was definitely worse.

“Are you having doubts about marriage?” I asked quietly, my heart skipping a beat at the thought.

He hugged me tightly. “Of course not. It’s just… I don’t know what changes will come with Gladis gone, and am… worried. I don’t want what we have to change.”

I separated from William enough to look him in the eyes. His worry was plain. He looked at me like he might look at a life raft that was drifting away in a storm.

“What we have will only get stronger, no matter what happens. You’re it. I have already decided. You are mine forever, mister. No matter what comes, we’ll deal with it together. I’m not saying things won’t suck sometimes. Occasionally I might want to hit you on the head with a beer bottle, but we’ll still be us. Okay?”

He leaned down quickly to kiss me, opening my mouth with his and filling it with his taste. He leaned against me. I could feel the rigid hardness of him. He was urgent in his need, his movements and tongue thrusts showing it.

He scooped me up into his arms and headed toward my old bed. I kissed him back with fervor, feeling the world dim to just the contact of him. Thoughts of adult life with him, of family, of fighting, of making up, and of growing old.

I let him strip off my clothes as I pulled off his. When I pulled his pants down his large erection bobbed, desperate to be used. I stroked it with my hand even as William was pushing me down onto the bed. I steered it to my opening as his body fit in between my legs.

His swollen head crested my folds. He pushed into me in one firm thrust, holding himself tight within my sleek warmth as he told me how much he loved me. He kept himself there, kissing me intently and resisting my body’s attempts at friction.

I worked my inner muscles to grab and release him as he backed off, sliding nearly all the way out in a painfully slow movement.

“Tell me you will stay you,” William said as he looked at me intently.

I arched my back, tightening my legs to bring him back inside me, but he stayed where he was, demanding my obedience.

“Yes, William, I will always be me.”

He slowly pushed himself back into me, setting off all the electrodes in my nethers until I wanted to scream in delight. Once fully sheathed, he leaned back to my ear and said, “Tell me you will always love me.”

I was panting at this point, needing release so bad my body was shaking.

“Yes, William, please,” I begged, my body on fire with desire, love and lust all mixed together in one potent serum.

He pulled out, possibly slower than the last time, ripping a moan from me as the head of his phallus put pressure on my swollen insides in its passing. I tightened my legs for him to come back in but he held back again, his self-control held rigid.

“Tell me the money won’t change you,” he said, more quietly but with the same intensity.

I was arching my body, the slightest touch sending me waves of pleasure, heightening my desire and the exquisite pain I was in. I rubbed his shoulders with my hands and scratched down his back, tightening my legs and arching further to try and touch his muscular body with my hard ni**les.

“Is that what this is about, William?” I panted. “I don’t care about money. I could sit on yours and Adam’s fortunes together and not care.”

William pushed himself into me more slowly than I could calmly bear, my words chocking off in a strangled sound of pleasure as my body tightened around him. His chest finally touched my hard, pounding ni**les, sending shocks of pleasure into my core. I moaned like a  p**n  star as I rubbed his body with fervor, my folds dripping with readiness and need. Still he stayed deep within me, filling me up but making me pound with desire.

I begged him to go faster. I begged him to let me come. I begged him to thrust into me hard and fierce. I would have done anything for it.