“Oh my god,” she whispers so quietly.
“I want to love you across the ocean and time, with no beginning or end.” Taking the ring out of the box, I hold out the princess cut ruby and she slips it on her finger. “I know it’s fast, but we have our whole lives to know each other. You’re it for me, and I know I’m it for you.” She smiles as a tear slips from her eye. “You are the only anchor I need no matter where I go. Marry me, Carrie. Marry me and let me love you until the end of time.”
She nods quickly as the tears come, and then she throws herself into my arms. “Yes. I love you so much, Shy. Of course I’ll marry you.”
“I love you too, kitten,” I say before our lips connect.
Our hands begin to move in time with our mouths, and soon I’ve got her spread across the bench while I push her skirt up around her waist. I pull her panties to the side, and she unbuttons my shorts and takes out my cock. Her hand grips my length, and she squeezes as she swipes the head through her wet folds. I hiss at the heat of her and then thrust hard, connecting us in every way possible.
“Mine,” I grunt as I thrust again, my need for her turning possessive and rough.
“Harder.” She lifts her hips, begging me to claim her.
“That’s my sweet girl.” She moans when I bite her neck and then grind against her pussy. “That’s my wife.”
Her moan echoes around us as I keep thrusting into her hot pussy. She’s so fucking wet the sounds of my cock slapping into her is filthy and loud.
“I love you.” My words are clipped as I yank down the front of her top and suck on a nipple. “I love every fucking inch of you.”
“I love you too, Shy.” Her hands grip my ass and pull me deeper as her thighs clench and she climaxes.
Her cunt squeezes hard, and I almost lose my breath as I fall on top of her and cum. It’s so damn hard and fast that my vision blurs. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if I’ll ever get used to how fast she makes me go off, but then my cock gets hard again, and I smile.
“Thank you,” Carrie says softly, and I lean back to look in her eyes.
“For what?”
“For loving me and making me feel safe. For giving me a home and a family. I didn’t know what that was, and I know you didn’t either. But this is a chance for us to make our own and create the love we deserve.”
“As soon as you’re ready, we’ll do all of that and more. I’ll give you everything.” I kiss her again, and this time it’s slow and steady. “Everything, Carrie.”
“I know you will.”
And that’s just what I do. Forever and always.
Virgin Husband
by Alexa Riley
Aiden Clark agreed to marry his best friend Savannah, but it was never anything beyond a piece of paper. He’s a good man with good intentions, but one look at Caroline and he knows he can’t keep living a lie. Not when he sees what love is.
Caroline Parker is finally getting back to her old self. She’s moved in with her bestie, has a great job as a dog walker, and just met the man of her dreams. It seems like it’s all too good to be true, and when she finds out his secret it just might be.
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The Virgin Husband is the first book in a duet that can be read as a stand alone. Get both sides of the story on March 1st with the Virgin Wife.
To redemption…
sometimes it’s possible.
Chapter One
Caroline
I roll over in bed and stretch. I need to get up. I can hear Gia singing to herself in the shower and it makes me smile. She loves to sing but she’s terrible at it. She’s worse than I am and that’s saying a lot. That still didn't stop her from making us do the seventh grade talent show together, where we not only danced but sang too. It was awful, but thank god at the time we went to an all-girls school together back in Seattle or it might have been more embarrassing. She really could talk me into almost anything.
I would have done the talent show every year with her if it would’ve kept her from moving all the way to Chicago in the middle of our eighth grade year. We stayed close, but high school would’ve been better if she was by my side.
I throw the blankets back and get up to go make some coffee. I don’t drink the stuff, but Gia swears by it. I put on my slippers and snag my phone off the side table before opening my bedroom door at the same time as Gia comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her dark hair is hidden under a towel on her head.
“Hey, I wanted to give you a heads up.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “It rained last night.”
The same dog that pretends he can’t hear me when I call his name almost knocks me over as he comes flying out of my room where he was hiding under my blankets. He was next to me all night and tried to kick me out of the bed.
“Elvis, no!” I take off after him, but somehow the dog who moves at a snail's pace—unless you drop food—is faster than ever and leaps with his short stubby legs onto the sofa, pushing the curtains out of the way. He looks out the window to see if it rained and I groan.
“Sorry!” Gia yells from the hallway.
Elvis turns and his big ears bounce as he plops down on the sofa and gives me a look that says he will not be walking today.
“You have to go out for at least one walk,” I tell my stubborn dog.
I’m pretty sure he’s a mix between a basset hound and bulldog. He was a rescue Yana and I found and I love the little brat, partly because he reminds me of her. I lost the woman who I considered my mom six months ago. People say time helps heal, but I don't feel like anything has changed yet. At least now I’m back with Gia and that helps.
“He’s the stupidest, smartest dog I’ve ever seen.” Gia comes back into the living room a few moments later in a pair of jeans and hoodie that reads “Northwestern University.” “Are you sure he isn't basset hound and bulldog with a touch of cat?”
“Sometimes I wonder.”
He acts like a cat most of the time. He’s allergic to water unless it’s to drink. He gets pissy if his long ears fall into his water bowl and if they do, he stands in front of me and paws at me until I get a towel and dry them off. It’s adorably annoying.
“I was going to start the coffee,” I tell her while trying to give Elvis a hard look of warning. He lets out a huff before getting up and pawing at the sofa and turning in circles. Once he’s good and ready, he plops down and sighs.
“Marco is picking me up. He said he already got me one.” She smiles for a moment then stops. “Makeup.”
She dashes back to her bedroom to get ready before her boyfriend gets here. At least I think he’s her boyfriend. I haven't heard any titles put out there yet, but he acts like she’s all his.
It’s adorable watching the two of them together. I don't have much to go off myself because my parents didn’t have a marriage of love. Seeing something like they had growing up never made me crave a relationship. Being in an all-girls school didn't push the issue either. It wasn't until my first year of college that I tried to see what could be out there. Johnny Rule was my first boyfriend, if you could even call him that. He had me slamming the door in the face of dating rather quickly.