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  “Marry me,” he said. The words blurted out of his mouth as he looked at her.

  Leah paused and he groaned. All he wanted to do was be with her, and now she stopped.

  “Blake?”

  “I mean it. I’m not just saying that in the heat of the moment. I want you, Leah. Every single second of every day, and not just for the sex. I want it all.”

  “This is … wow,” she said.

  “It’s not a no.”

  “We’re eighteen.”

  “So? What does it matter what our ages are? You love me. I know you haven’t said the words, but I see the way you smile. You love me, but you’re afraid the moment you tell me, I’m going to pull some kind of prank on you. I’m not. I’m in love with you. I want to marry you. To have a future.”

  “What if in a few years you don’t want me?” she asked.

  He hated the frown between her brows.

  “Not possible. Leah, I messed up. I waited three years to tell you how I felt, and that’s my mistake. One I’m not going to be making again. I love you. I want you to marry me. Please, give me this chance. I will prove to you that I’m not fucking around.”

  “Marriage is a big step,” she said. “We’ve been going out a couple of months.”

  “And? I know I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.” He kissed her lips. “Isn’t this worth fighting for?”

  “It’s a lot.”

  He smiled. “You’re not saying no.”

  “I guess not.” She frowned. “What … people are going to think I’m pregnant.”

  “I don’t care what other people think. The only person who matters to me is you.” He took possession of her mouth and then slowly trailed his lips down toward her neck, flicking his tongue across the pulse before kissing to her breasts. He glided his tongue across each mound before nipping at the flesh, but suddenly, he pulled away.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked.

  “Simple. I want to prove to you that this is more than sex or a joke. I’m in love with you, Leah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me. I won’t sleep with you before then. I’m not going to rush you.”

  “And if I want to wait until after college?”

  Bad idea. You want her, moron. She wants you.

  “Then we wait. I can wait a lifetime for you.”

  “This is … wow. What about our parents?”

  “We can tell them. We’re eighteen. This is what we want and we can arrange it. Marry me and make me the happiest man in the world.”

  “This is so crazy. More than I could ever imagine.” She sat up and he helped her to rebutton her dress.

  He crawled off her, giving her space. That still wasn’t a no. He had a chance. “I know I messed up with you, but I love you, Leah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Yes. I’ll marry you. I can’t … yes. Let’s do this. I don’t know if it’s the right decision, but it feels like the right one. Let’s get married.” She burst out laughing as he pulled her in close. His head pressed to hers.

  “You won’t regret this,” he said.

  “We’re going to do this?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re not going to leave me at the altar?”

  “No, I’ll even have John coming to visit you so you know I’m still here.”

  “We’re going to get married.”

  “Hell, yeah, we are.”

  Chapter Six

  Within one month, before graduation, Leah stood in her bedroom, glancing out at her parents’ backyard to see all the guests. Most of whom she didn’t know. They had come into town to see her marry Blake. A guy she’d decided to make this life-changing decision with. When they both told their parents, she expected them to refuse, but instead, they were joyous, their happiness taking her completely by surprise.

  She didn’t know what to do but now she stood here, a virgin on her wedding day, complete with a beautiful white dress and a startling bouquet of gorgeous red roses.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Who is it?” she asked.

  “It’s me,” Blake said.

  “Blake, you can’t come in.”

  “I know. It’s bad luck, but I wanted to know if you’re okay. If there’s anything I can do?” he asked.

  She frowned and went to the door, opening it a crack. His eyes were closed.

  “Blake?”

  “No, I won’t look at you. I want this to be perfect.” He held out his hand. “Tell me. What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?”

  She laughed. “I don’t know how you can even know I was having second thoughts.” She sighed. “We don’t know each other.”

  “Does your heart race when I’m near?”

  She nodded and then realized he couldn’t see. “Yes.”

  “Do you think of me when I’m not around?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you love me?”

  “Yes.” She opened her mouth and gasped. “How the hell did you get me to … love you?”

  “I’m going to screw up, Leah. Our marriage isn’t going to be perfect, but I’m going to try. I’ll try every damn day because I will fight for this and for us, all the time. I know you have your doubts, but I will shake them.”

  Stepping forward, she kissed his lips. “I hope that isn’t bad luck.”

  “Does that mean you’re coming downstairs?”

  “Yes.”

  “Please don’t leave me at the altar.”

  She chuckled. “I won’t. I promise.”

  John arrived. “Everyone is getting ready.”

  “I’ll see you downstairs.”

  She closed the door, leaning against it. Her heart raced, but she’d spoken the truth. She was in love with Blake. It was crazy. Not too long ago, she’d hated him, but now, she loved him.

  There was another knock on the door, and she called for whoever it was to enter.

  Her father came in.

  “Are you ready?”

  “I guess so. How do I look?”

  “Like a stunning bride.” He held out his arm.

  “Dad, why didn’t you put a stop to this?” she asked. “I’m eighteen.”

  “Your age is irrelevant. When I met your mother, our parents wouldn’t allow us to marry and we were in love. There was no one else I wanted, but I had to fight and prove myself every chance I got to be able to marry her. I promised myself if my child wanted to get married and I knew she was being taken care of and in good hands, then I didn’t see a single problem with giving her that chance. That’s what I see with you and with Blake. I’ve watched you around him. You changed your plans from going to England to follow him. That means there’s more to this than a simple crush. It’s in your heart. It’s love, and for that, I would never put my feelings above my kids. Unless you want to tell me differently?”

  “No, not different.”

  He smiled. “Shall we go and get you married?”

  “The nerves are there.”

  “It means you’re doing the right thing,” he said.

  “It does?”

  “Yeah, if you’re nervous, it’s always a good thing.” He patted her hand and they walked downstairs, heading toward the dining room, which led outside. Soft music played as she arrived.

  All conversation ceased. Staring down at the altar, she saw Blake standing there. He smiled at her and for the first time since they’d begin their relationship, everyone else faded until all that remained was him.

  One step in front of the other.

  The audience didn’t even exist. Her father handed her over and Blake took her hand. His grip was firm, and it was like a switch went off inside her brain. This wasn’t a joke. He didn’t intend to leave her at the altar or humiliate her.

  Blake Sutton had been telling the truth right from the start. He was in love with her and had been for some time. Now he intended to marry her. She wasn’t runnin
g away. Nor was she scared.

  This was real. Their marriage would be real.

  The priest began to talk, but the words didn’t matter. Staring into Blake’s eyes, she knew this was all that mattered, the two of them, forever. They said their vows, but the real words came in the I dos.

  Once they were spoken, she was in his arms, and his lips were locked on hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on. The crowd went wild, but she didn’t care.

  She accepted this marriage, and against all odds, loved this man. She wasn’t going to change. Neither of them would. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives.

  He pulled away and smiled down at her. “You’re starting to see what I see, aren’t you?”

  “I love you, Blake. I don’t think I’ve ever said the words and meant them.”

  The smile he granted her would stay with her forever.

  “Come on, I want to drive the photographer crazy and capture every single moment we can.”

  ****

  For their wedding night, their parents had hired them a hotel room for the day and the weekend. Come Monday, they still had to return to school, but they would be returning as husband and wife.

  They were the first to get married.

  As he sat on the edge of the bed, Blake was nervous. Marrying her hadn’t been scary. Tonight worried him, though. Women on their first time, well, it hurt. Leah was a virgin. He hadn’t been with a virgin, but since John had dropped the bombshell a couple of days ago, he’d been doing some extensive reading.

  When the bathroom door opened, Leah stepped out, wearing a bathrobe. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said.

  She moved out of his way as he passed. He smelled coconuts and groaned as it was a familiar scent to her. This wasn’t some fantasy. This was a reality. Leah was his wife and tonight she’d be in his bed.

  He wanted their first time to be epic.

  After removing his clothes, he stepped into the shower and washed the day away from him. He took his time, calming himself, but his cock was still rock-hard.

  He stepped out of the shower after turning it off. Then he wrapped a towel around his waist and paused as he held the door handle.

  Stop being a pussy.

  Opening the door, he walked into the room and stopped.

  Leah was in the bed with the blanket pulled up underneath her arms. Naked. She was completely naked.

  “I, you seem a little nervous about tonight,” she said.

  “No, it’s…”

  She raised a brow.

  “It’s your first time.”

  Her cheeks were red.

  “And I want this to be perfect for you.”

  She nodded. She gripped the edge of the blanket and threw it off her. For the first time, he got to see all of her naked, curvy body, and she was better than he imagined. Her hands rested at her waist. She dropped her hands to clasp them, then stopped, clenching them into fists.

  “I’m a virgin, Blake, but I know how this is supposed to go.” She took a step toward him, then another. She closed the distance and suddenly, her body was next to his. The towel he wore was the only piece of fabric separating them. “And I know it’s going to hurt tonight, but after we have sex for the first time, it’ll get easier.” She smiled up at him. “The real question right now, Blake, is do you want to have me? Or just keep your fantasies of me?” She tugged on his towel and it dropped to the floor.

  Her palm landed flat on his stomach, sliding down to cup his erection.

  He wrapped his hand around hers, getting her to squeeze him a little tighter. “I haven’t been with a girl in a very long time.”

  “And now you can only have me.”

  Letting go of her hand, he sank his fingers into her hair, taking her mouth as he walked her back toward the bed. The moment she stopped, he moved her so she lay back. Breaking from the kiss, he trailed his lips down, sliding his tongue across each of her hardened nipples.

  She gasped his name. The sound echoed around the room, but all he could focus on was her body. He spent time dedicated to each nipple, biting and sucking, getting it just right, and pinching the hardened peak before kissing down her body.

  Blake gripped her thighs and spread them wide so he would have unlimited access to her pussy. When he got to her belly button, he slid his tongue in, then traced down toward her pussy.

  He moved her up the bed, getting her comfortable so all of this experience wouldn’t overwhelm her. Then he placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, keeping her steady. Sliding his hands up, he teased the lips of her sex open. With his gaze still on her, he slowly lowered until he was right over her cunt. He placed the tip of his tongue over her clit and started to stroke.

  She gasped, her body jolting beneath him.

  Taking her bud into his mouth, he used his teeth to help her get accustomed to the feel of him before sucking her inside.

  Over and over, he flicked her clit, feeling the vibrations from her body shaking. She was so close to an orgasm. He wanted to drink her in, to savor every second of it as he gave her what she needed.

  The instant she came, the sweet sounds spilling from her mouth were exactly what he wanted. He didn’t let her orgasm end. Continuing his assault on her clit, he brought her to a second orgasm, but this time, as she shook through the aftershocks of pleasure, he moved between her thighs. Gripping his cock tight in his fist, he plunged inside her, taking her hard.

  She screamed.

  He held her in his arms, kissing her, trying to offer her some comfort, holding still within the walls of her pulsing pussy. He’d wanted Leah to be completely drugged on her releases, to not even register him claiming her.

  She was so tight. She’d be sore, and he hated himself for causing her any pain, but soon, there would be nothing but pleasure. It was what he intended to give her.

  Mindless, all-consuming pleasure.

  “Blake?”

  “Yes, I know.”

  He looked down at her and hated to see the tears tracking down her face.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  “But you did.”

  He kissed her lips. She reached up, cupping his face. “It’s supposed to hurt.”

  “I don’t like causing you pain.”

  “And it’s not even hurting much,” she said.

  He moved a little but she winced, and he stilled instantly.

  “Don’t lie to me. I need to know if I ever do anything that causes you pain or to suffer,” he said.

  “Blake, I don’t hate you. I knew this was going to happen.” She ran her thumb across his lips. “I’m glad it’s with you.”

  “That doesn’t help me to feel better.” He growled out. Hurting her was something he’d done as a boy. Not now. Never had he wanted to protect anyone as much as he wanted to her.

  She ran her hands down his back and started to wriggle.

  “Stop it,” he said.

  “But I’m ready, Blake. I want you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Leah curled up against her husband. Pressing her hand against his chest, she smiled. Her body was a little sore, but he’d made last night incredible.

  “I’m asleep,” he said.

  “Sleeping people don’t talk.”

  “Well, this one is trying to be good.”

  She tilted her head back to look at him, chuckling. “You’re trying to be good?”

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you to be curled up against me?”

  “Was I your wife in any of these positions?”

  “No, that was just the dream for me. This is the best reality ever.” He pulled her close and she moved until she straddled his waist. His hands went to her hips. “Fuck me. Look at you. I’m so lucky.”

  “I wonder if you’ll feel that way in five years, ten years, thirty years. What if we’ve made a mistake?”

  He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her close. “Don’t even start with the negatives. I
love you, Leah, and we’re going to make this work. You and me.” He pulled her close. His lips brushed across her lips, making her gasp as he traced her lips before plunging inside.

  His other hand touched her thigh, slowly tracing up inside to touch her pussy.

  “Blake?” she said, moaning his name. His thumb stroked across her clit, making her gasp. Lifting up, she gave him better access.

  He stroked from her clit down to her entrance, circling her.

  She leaned across the bed, finding one of his condoms. After tearing into it, she handed it to him, moving out of the way.

  “Are you sure?” he asked, holding the latex above his length.

  “Yes. I want you.”

  “Are you sore?”

  “I don’t care. I want you.” She helped him cover his dick with the condom and then, with his guidance, she slowly lowered herself over his length. They both groaned. The sounds guttural, filling the room.

  “You’re so tight.”

  His hands went to her hips as he began to work her over his length. She dropped her hands to his chest, holding on to him as they moved together. Blake’s hands were all over her body. Moving to her ass to cup the flesh then down.

  He turned them over so she was on her back.

  Circling her legs around his waist, she held on to him as he began to move gently within her. Blake pulled back to begin teasing her clit, stroking over it, and she cried out at the sudden release of pleasure.

  “I want you to come all over my cock, beautiful. Come for me.”

  She felt full to the brim and as he teased her, she cried out, desperate and hungry for more. He gave it to her and when her orgasm came with him inside her, it was more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.

  Screaming his name, she gave herself over to the pleasure. Even before the last of her orgasm ebbed away, he was there, slamming every inch of his length inside her, taking her. She loved it.

  He drove in deep. The hard length of his cock pulsed within her, making her cry out with pleasure. His lips took hers in a searing kiss and as she came toward another release, she whimpered. He slammed into her one final time, and she felt the kick of his cock as he released within her.