Wife (Betrothed 1)

“I didn’t say that, exactly. It’s just, we aren’t in a relationship. If he does take you up on your offer, it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’ll say yes to you, and then he’ll break it off with me because he’s officially bored with me. It just doesn’t mean anything like it would if he were my boyfriend. You get what I’m saying?”

“I suppose.” She turned back to look at him. “But I’m still interested in seeing what he does…” She set down her drink and was about to slide out of the booth when some other woman appeared. “Never mind. We’ll find out anyway.”

We couldn’t overhear their conversation, but the girl only had eyes for Hades, which made sense because he was the only young guy in the group. They conversed for a while, and then she walked off.

“Well…” Esme turned back to me. “Look at that.”

“He’s working. She picked the wrong time.”

“So, you think he would have gone for it if he weren’t?”

My gut told me he wouldn’t, that he wouldn’t have even bothered pressuring me unless he were serious about it. But I also understood that I really didn’t know Hades…at all. We had explosive chemistry and a connection that went all the way down into my bones, and for some reason, that seemed to be enough reason to trust him. “Probably not.”

Two guys came over to talk to us, and I felt bad for the guy who picked me because I was already taken. But Esme seemed to hit it off with the man who came over and bought her a drink. They talked for a while, laughed, and even shared a few kisses.

“So, you wanna get out of here?” The guy next to me was handsome, had enough looks that he could probably get away with that behavior with someone else. But I wasn’t interested. I liked a bit of conversation before hitting the sheets.

“I’m seeing someone.”

He nodded slowly. “No surprise there. Pretty girls are always taken.”

I nodded to Esme. “She’s not.”

“Because she’s so hot that she knows she doesn’t need to settle.” He slid out of the booth. “Nice meeting you.”

He walked away and left me alone with Esme and her new boy toy. They were close together, her hand on his thigh as they shared a few heated embraces. Things were getting hot.

I should probably leave so I didn’t look like a weirdo watching two people make out. I opened my clutch and set some cash on the table, when another guy sat next to me. One guy had just struck out, so another came up to bat.

“I was just leaving…” My words died in my mouth when his calm countenance came into my view. His jawline was covered by a thick shadow of hair, a deep color that matched his eyes. His leather jacket hid his muscular arms from view, but there was no doubt he was fit as hell.

His arm moved to the top of the booth, his fingertips immediately digging into the back of my neck. He leaned in slowly, his cologne surrounding me just the way it did in bed. Every time I left that hotel room, my clothes reeked of it. My mother had mentioned it so many times.

My reaction was instinctual. My hand reached for his thigh, and I squeezed it through his jeans as I felt his lips land on mine and kiss me. His fingers dug deeper into my hair as he cradled the back of my head, giving me tongue in a public place.

My fingers gripped his thigh tighter before sliding underneath his shirt and grazing up before touching his rock-hard stomach and chest. Images flashed in my mind of us together, naked and sweaty and grinding on a bed.

He ended the kiss and pulled his fingers from my hair. “Let’s go.”

Once we were in my apartment, we went straight to bed. Clothes were ripped off, and we eagerly rushed until he was inside of me. Once his dick had successfully shoved itself deep within me, we both slowed way down.

My fingers dug into his hair, and I ground into him, moaning so loud because he felt so good.

Best dick ever.

Sex always seemed to be missionary, which I didn’t mind because it was my favorite position. What woman didn’t want a sexy man on top of her, kissing her and fucking her while she just had to enjoy it?

“Hades…” I was so lost in him that I said his name, so swept away in the goodness between my legs, I could hardly breathe. “God…Hades.” My ankles locked around his waist, and I pulled him deeper into me, wanting every single inch before he came. My toes curled and ached as I came, as my pussy exploded around his dick.

My climax always seemed to bring him to the edge. He watched my little performance, watched me unravel until I was nothing but a body and hormones. Then he finished by releasing inside me, giving me a big load of come that I would keep all night.