AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I grunted. "So. Close."
Her nails raked against my back before she stilled, her body shivering beneath me. Her pussy quickened around my cock, sucking me dry as my balls pulled into my body. I felt my hips shuttering. I felt my body caving. And as thread after thread of hot arousal shot from my tip, I collapsed against her.
Sucking my mark against her shoulder as I filled her to the brim.
The world swirled around me as she milked me dry. I buried my face into the crook of her neck as she laid there, splayed out for my viewing pleasure. Her whimpers and sighs filled my ears, reminding me of the pleasure we had just experienced. Reminding me that this wasn't a dream. That this was real.
I finally slid out from between her legs and rolled off to the side. I laid there, my arm against her stomach, as the two of us panted for air.
Was this what sex was supposed to feel like?
Because I sure as hell had never experienced this before.
I closed my eyes and let the world tilt. I let my body roll along for the ride as my hand softly searched for hers. I wanted to hold Amber close. I wanted to cradle her in my arms before the darkness of deep sleep overtook us.
The next morning, a smile smoothed across my lips, reading the headline in the San Diego Times online. "Most Romantic Proposal Takes the Most Eligible Bachelor Off The Market."
I clicked through the slideshow of images from the proposal, shaking my head at just how perfect everything had come out. Even the weather held out for us, and the evening air was warm but not too hot. The way the balloons lit up the sky and the candles caught Amber's expressions so perfectly was mind-blowing. The guys and I had worked hard on that and even called in a favor from one of our investors to make it happen. But unfortunately, it was the busiest season for the organization that managed the mansion, and it took quite a donation for them to agree to limit the people there that day.
I swiped down to the next slide and paused, gazing at a candid picture. It was something I hadn't seen that day. Amber was standing there gazing at her ring, and she appeared almost dejected for a split second. The lack of recognition by the photographers was notable. But I did notice it. What was going through her mind at that moment?
I wondered if it was the same thing that had also struck me at that moment, too. Planning it, I knew that she would love it, and it would be perfect for the press and selling her new engagement. But once the day began, I found that I got lost in the roses, enjoying talking to Amber, and hearing about her childhood. There were several moments I had to stop myself from stealing a kiss amongst the tall hedges that lined one of the walkways.
And after the proposal, as I wrapped my arms around her, there was a moment of sadness. It was the realization that everything had been for show. The media might not have been there to capture those earlier moments in the garden. Nonetheless, they all led up to the proposal that Amber had hoped for, but had no idea I would be able to pull off. Suddenly, the time together we shared earlier in the day felt cheapened.
Taking a deep breath, I shook it off, remembering why it was so important to keep my guard up. I never planned on getting married again after everything was all said and done, so I figured I might as well enjoy the celebration.
When the vows were said and the party over, Amber would have what she wanted, and the company would as well. Then we could move on. I told myself that the emotions I was having were just because of the excitement of everyone else around us. We had to play the perfect romantic couple — deeply in love, and we did an excellent job at it. By the end, we'd both deserve an Oscar.
"Your mail, sir," my secretary said, setting the stack on the desk. "And you have three appointments after lunch."
"Thank you," I replied.
She walked to the door and stopped, turning back to me. "And congratulations. That was one heck of a proposal. Girls swooned all over the world."
I laughed. "Thank you."
I closed the picture in question and slid the mail over, going through the pile. At the end of the stack was a large envelope without any writing on the outside. I tossed the other mail in my box and undid the clasp, figuring it was the numbers I had asked for on Friday. However, when I slid the one page out, I realized it was a picture. It was a picture from a book of nursery rhymes. At the bottom words were in an old typewriter font.
"I told you. I really like the simplicity of nursery rhymes. Now, where were we? This little piggy went to the market — we know your friend in the metal box. This little piggy stayed home-poor Carter. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none- just like all the leads you don't have on me, but I have so many on you. Now…the last one was…Ah…yes…This little piggy went wee wee wee, all the way home. When's the last time you went home?"
I immediately stood up, dropping the picture on my desk. Then, I grabbed my jacket and keys and ran from the office, nothing on my mind but Amber. The elevator doors opened, and I jumped inside, trying to text Amber. But, unfortunately, it wouldn't send in the elevator.
"Damn it," I growled, watching the numbers fall until I hit the garage.
I raced out of the elevator, knocking papers from someone's hands. I didn't care, though. I had to get to Amber. I tried my phone again, but the damn signal in the garage wouldn't put the call through. There was no use in wasting time. I started the bike, threw on my helmet, and sped out of the garage. I blew through two red lights, nearly broadsiding a car as I raced toward her house. She was working from home, fielding all of the media inquiries from the weekend.
As I pulled into the driveway, I put the stand down and jumped off the bike, throwing my helmet to the ground as I ran to the front door and stopped. The door was cracked open, and I slowly reached for it, knowing I had nothing to protect me. But neither did Amber. I walked carefully inside and looked around, but there was no sign of anyone being there.
"Amber?" I yelled out, but the house was silent.
I turned and looked out the front window, realizing Amber's car wasn't there. Maybe he hadn't gotten to her. Perhaps she had been out. As I raced past the kitchen, something shimmering caught my eye. I slowly backed up, finding a piece of paper stuck to the cabinet with a kitchen knife. I pulled it down and held it angrily in my hands.
"Awe, not HER home. Your home. Or did you forget in your make-believe relationship?"
"Fuck," I yelled out, grabbing my phone from my pocket.
I called Amber, but her phone instantly went to voicemail. I clicked it off and shoved it back in my pocket, racing back out to my bike. After everything, all the fears, realizations, and held back emotion, I couldn't hold it back anymore.
