Owning Skye (2 page)

“So, does this mean that no one else is in the house now that fuck boy is gone?” I ran my hands along her face, caressing the smooth skin. I worked my finger down in between her cleavage, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body.

“Yes,” she said in a small whimper.

“You want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” she moaned as my mouth moved to hers.

The moment I ran from the room I wanted to turn around and go back in. Something in me wanted to beg Grayson to want me. It was clear his father didn't tell him anything about me or he wouldn't have that opinion that nearly crushed my heart. It was hard to explain my feelings considering this was the first time Grayson and I actually met. I had seen pictures of him for the past year but not once were we introduced. I loved his father; he was a good man who just didn't know how to be gentle. During the entire funeral service, I could see that Grayson had it in him to be kind and gentle, but after hearing the news that we were tied to each other, I didn't think he'd be the kind and gentle soul I saw there mourning his father.

Instead of gathering the nerve and telling him the truth, I ran back to the mansion into the sanctuary that was my room. I didn't know how long this room would be mine because of the stipulations of the contract. I belonged to Grayson now. Would he even want me in his bed?

I sat on my bed reliving the only time I saw them together. One of Mr. Walker’s last days turned my secret crush into pure love. He was talking to his father and they started to make amends. Whatever their past was, the love was still there for the both of them. He told him that he loved him and didn’t want his father to die. It immediately made me cry, so I hurried away with the food and ran back into the kitchen before leaving to visit my brother. After that I was hooked on Grayson Walker. He was so damn handsome; I wanted to cry. His eyes were bright and intense and his jaw so rugged. I envisioned running my hands down that strong jaw as he pressed his face into my palm.

Hopping off my bed, I needed to do something, so I picked up one of my books. But within a few seconds, I tossed it to the side. Trying to get my mind off my new reality, I decided to go for a swim. It was Friday, so no one would be in the mansion. Swimming calmed my heart all the time. It was the only thing that worked, so I changed my clothes and headed down to the pool. After a couple of laps, I saw a pair of khaki shorts on slender legs. Damn it, it couldn’t be anyone else except Juan. It was most definitely not Grayson. I couldn’t imagine him with scrawny legs. Nothing about Grayson could be scrawny. Juan was one of the three gardeners that worked on the property. He shouldn’t be at the house today, so I hopped out of the pool to ask him what he was doing here. “I’m just checking on you. I know you and the boss were close, so I thought I’d see if you needed some consoling.” Gosh, he sounded slimy as hell.

“I don’t, but thank you. I have to go inside,” I said, trying to get away from him. I didn’t want him before and I didn’t want him now.

“But you just got out here,” he challenged. How long had he been on the grounds looking for me?

“How do you know that?” I asked while I grabbed a towel to dry off with. I wrapped the towel around my waist and started to make my way inside.

“I saw you jump in.” So he was watching me. I didn’t like that one bit, and I hoped to hell that my angry spouse made an appearance. Something about Juan gave me the creeps. He was too aggressive and unrelenting, and he knew I was alone.

He followed me into the kitchen, still trying to get close. I inched closer to the knife block, but hit the island with my ass. Just when Juan got too close my knight in a sexy armor showed his dominance, sending Juan packing. Once he turned his attention away from the intruder, he came back to me and I couldn’t focus. He had lost the suit jacket and tie. I guessed it was because it was really hot, but he looked too sexy. The added bonus—he had his sleeves rolled up. My young, untouched pussy told me to grab hold of those strong arms and demand that he make this marriage real. Internally, I was a mess. Every bit of my body hummed with excitement. I was ready to do his bidding if he could make me come. He claimed ownership, and I didn’t mind one bit. In fact, it made me wetter.

When he got close, I had to take the towel and cover my breasts. I felt so vulnerable around him and I didn’t want him to see how fast my heart was racing. He hated me, and, at the moment, I didn’t care. I wanted him. Not only did he rescue me but his heated jealousy turned me on like a cat in heat. Then he touched me, and it was all I could do not to beg.

Then it happened, my yearlong crush on my boss’s son paid off. He was on me; his hard cock was pressed against my belly and his hands moved all over me.

I kissed her like I had a room full of men itching to steal my woman. Was it possible to fall in love on first glance or was this pure brutal lust that demanded I mark my territory? Either way, I needed to stamp her with my brand.

“Mine,” I growled, biting her lip. She purred and her arms came around my shoulders, slipping her hands in my hair. My hands went to her breasts. They were larger than my hands and spilled over in my grasp. I squeezed them while I kissed her sweet plump red lips. I removed the red lipstick off her, sucking on her bottom lip before slipping my tongue in her mouth.

She whimpered out a sigh of desire, grinding her hips on my body in search of relief. But I was the one who found that shit. I felt the first spurts of cum leave my cock and coat my boxers. Coming on myself wasn’t what I had planned, but her tiny pussy rubbing against me set me off. I was still hard as fuck with no intention of stopping, but I had to make sure she was still with me. There was no turning back. I knew she was the one, and fuck if I was going to fight it. She was mine, anything else was unacceptable.

Pinning her to the counter, I tugged on her hair. "Do you really want this? Because I don’t think I could stop once we start. You’re sexy as fuck and all mine."

"Yes," she groaned, her eyes focused on my jaw. The intensity of her gaze got me hard again. Her hands moved to my face, running her fingers along the light scruff growing back.

"Why?" My suspicions were still high, but that didn’t shake my need to claim her.

"Because I think you're all a man should be. And I want you to take me. Is that not enough?” she asked, hesitantly. That was a fucking great answer.

Her answer had my heart pounding, but I still felt a wave of disappointment. I didn’t know what possessed me to want her to love me, but I was craving her. “Sweetheart, just know I don’t plan on letting you leave. I want you to understand the moment, I enter your pussy I’m not giving you up. Can you handle that?”

“That’s what I want, Grayson,” she panted, her hands moving along my chest until she reached my waist. Skye yanked my shirt from my pants while I took off my belt as fast as fuck. With my shirt off she ran her hands along my chest, sending a jolt of desire through me. I couldn’t wait to kiss her again so I stole another kiss hard, leaning her all the way back on the cold stone. She hissed when her skin kissed the chilled surface. Fuck, my cock was hard and ready to sink into her sweet pussy.

The mix of soft and hard collided when I held her down with my chest, grinding against her hardened nipples. “Ah, uh, ah,” she moaned. “Yes, Grayson. Please.”

“What do you want, Skye? Do you need to come?” I asked, pulling away from her lips and kissing her jaw.

“Yes,” she purred.

Sucking on her neck, I marked her as mine. Leaning back, I admired my handy work. But I was just getting started. My lips peppered kisses down her body, and somehow her milky breasts worked their way into my mouth. I gave her soft skin a nip before tracing a circle around her nipples.

“Skye,” I growled, biting on her dark raspberries that peaked hard for me.

“Ah,” she sighed, her hands digging into the skin on my shoulders, leaving her own marks.  Sucking harder, she screamed for more. Her cries made me crazy. I licked her tender soft flesh under her nipples, then softly made love to her breasts.

“Oh, ah. Ah, more Grayson,” she purred, her hands running, gripping, and tugging my hair. My face dipped lower, licking and kissing her belly where my future heir would be held. I nipped at the softness above her pussy before lifting my eyes to hers. There was an innocent, nervous smile on her glowing face.

Her smile made it all the more important that I was naked. Standing up, I dropped my pants in one fell swoop. Skye’s eyes dropped to my cock, taking in my size. That look of longing in her eyes fucked with my head. She looked at me like I was perfection, and I’d do my best to give it to her. I stood there completely nude with my dick pointing proudly at her.

Appreciating the sight before me, I licked my lips. She was fucking spectacular. My hand went to cup her left breast while the other moved to the hem of her bikini and I gave her one hard kiss. I pulled the strings on her bottoms, dropping them to the floor before I dropped to my knees.

With my hands, I parted her thighs and dipped my head forward to taste her creamy heat. Fuck, her flavor was going to send me over. My head told me to focus on her. She needed to be satisfied. Crying out, her nails scratched my shoulders as I ate her like a feast. Her tiny nub peeked from its hiding place and deserved to be lavished upon. Sucking and licking her wet pussy and flicking her hard clit, I was lost to her.

“I’m coming,” she howled, her legs tightening their hold on my head. Her body shook and rocked the island, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted every fucking last drop. Dipping my tongue in to get every ounce of fucking juice just made me want more.

I growled against her pussy, like a command to give me it all. She twitched with each additional flick of my tongue. Unable to take it anymore, she pulled me forward, kissing me like a woman possessed. She moaned in my mouth enjoying her taste on my tongue.

My cock ached to claim her. Reaching between us, I stroked the beads of cum down my length. Fuck yeah. She ran her hand down to takeover, but I was throbbing too hard to handle her touch. Taking her hand away, I kissed it then wrapped it around my neck. She was going to need something to hold onto. I needed to bury myself in her. There was no real need to wait. She was my wife and I needed to stake my claim right here. Her still wet body clung to mine as I kissed the fuck out of her.

A moan slipped from her lips as the tip of my cock touched her entrance and it was all I could not to come. Tugging on her hair for stability, I felt a scar on her scalp. Not wanting to fuck up this moment, I held the back of her neck instead, then I pushed my way into her depths. Her walls were fighting my entry, but I wanted her too much to let her pussy reject me. The tear of her flesh inside caused my balls to tighten. I felt like my cock was being choked but it felt so damn good and so did the knowledge that her pussy belonged only to me.

I let out a roar of domination then claimed her lips and silenced her cry that ripped through the kitchen. Taking my time, I kissed her until we were both calm enough. Our eyes met and lust overcame the pain. I realized that although my girl was fucking me like she screwed every day, her body was brand new to this. Fuck. I smiled a smile that reached my eyes. We were in this completely together.

Looking down, I watched our meeting. My thick cock slowly moved in and out of her heat. Each time a tinge of pink from her innocence mixed with our juices coated my dick. I gripped her thighs and focused on that spot, loving the way we fit together. One hand slid to her folds and up to her clit. I massaged it in rhythm with each stroke. I felt her pussy pulse around my cock.

“Mine, only mine,” I stated, looking back into her eyes as I fucked her. With my hands planted on the counter, I attacked her neck. Her body started to shake when I bit down on her pulse. Skye started to come on me and I let go, coming in her womb.

I don’t know what came over me. It was like the freaky version of myself that I’d fantasized being. For the past year, I’d been coming at night to thoughts of Grayson claiming me. Now it had been real.

His strong, sweaty body covered me on the kitchen island. I couldn’t believe that I’d just lost my virginity in the kitchen that I cooked in every day. Blowing out a breath of confusion and embarrassment, I caught his attention. He panted and used those veiny muscular arms to push himself up. Unable to look him in the eyes I focused my gaze on the hanging pots and pans above me.

“Damn. I think we made a mess,” he grunted, followed by a chuckle. The sound of his deep voice caused my pussy to squeeze his cock again and he let out a moan.

“Oops. It’s okay. The cook will deal with it in the morning.” I smiled. “Oh shit, that’s me.” I bit my lips nervously. All my bravado disappeared after we came. Now I was that young, naïve girl who had just been a virgin a few minutes earlier.

“Not anymore. We’ll hire someone else,” he stated. There was no hesitation in his voice, but I wasn’t sure why he didn’t want me to cook anymore. Was it because I was elevated to wife status or because he didn’t like my cooking?

“Don’t you like the dishes I made before?” I asked.

“It’s not your food. I plan to keep you locked away on a special honeymoon, so we’ll need someone to feed us.”

“Really,” I asked.

“Yes, I’m going to be too busy putting my kid in you for you to get out of bed for at least a good week, maybe even two.” I loved the way that sounded. I wanted him to put his baby in me. It was a pity that he was forced to marry me and make a baby.  There was probably a long line of females that would have his baby. I wondered if he had a relationship.

“Come on. We’re going to my room here,” he demanded, pulling out of my pussy.

“No.” The man was a freaking sex god with that thing and I knew if he kept fucking me I would be lost to his bidding. Not that I really had that much control of my own will at the moment.

“No?” he asked, incredulously quirking his eyebrows at me.

“I won’t be anywhere you had sex with another woman. I know you don’t love me, but I’m your wife and I won’t live with the ghosts of your past. Hell, don’t you have a girlfriend right now?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I didn’t before I knew about you, so then we’re going to my room. Trust me when I tell you no woman has been in there.” I shook my head at him again which he wasn’t going to accept. “Fuck it, if you’re going to fight me on it, I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands,” he growled, before he picked me up and flipped me over his shoulder. “Mine.”

I felt his teeth on my ass. “Mine.”

There was nothing to do except accept his ownership. Heck, it was what I wanted anyway. If he said there was no one else, I had to believe him. His father wouldn’t have made those stipulations if Grayson had a woman already. Especially to a woman who suffered some massive brain damage. My muscular hubby carried me up the stairs, caveman style. Shit, a girl could get used to that.

He nudged the door open to his room with his foot, tossed me onto the bed, then went back to close the door. I couldn’t stop myself from admiring his ass that was so fucking perfect. It was round and taut. Like seriously, it was a model hot ass. He had a body that women panted over. Muscles were everywhere, although normally he hid it under suits.  Damn, everything about Grayson Walker was super freaking hot. He turned back to join me, and I watched the hungry look in his eyes. His wicked gaze stirred up the dirty little girl hidden inside. The one I knew only came out for him, like a switch of the light.

His eyes were bright green, almost grey in color and the animalistic look in his gaze told me I was in for more. Panting with need, I had to look away. My eyes locked onto his strong broad chest with the dark hairs matted to his skin with the sweat from our first time together. Dipping my gaze lower, I stared at his large thick cock, that practically tore me in half. Instead of being afraid, all I felt was pure lust. His strong thighs flexed with each step. I got the better end of the deal, without a doubt.