Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

32. Epilogue 1

Chapter 32

Epilogue 1

T he Honeymoon

Sasha

“You’re seriously not going to tell me where we’re going?” I looked around the empty private jet and smiled at my husband’s attempt to surprise me. I glanced at the flight attendant. “Can you tell me?”

She shook her head. “I’m contractually obligated to secrecy. Can I get you a drink?”

My shoulders slumped dramatically but my heart raced with excitement and anticipation. “If I don’t know where we’re going how will I know what to order?”

Alex’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “I know just the thing. Coconut pineapple margaritas. Keep’em coming, Luisa.”

She nodded and disappeared behind a dark blue curtain.

I turned back to my husband and his heart-stopping smile. “So?”

“It’s our honeymoon,” he offered with a smile. “It’s been too long but the season is over and-,”

“And you’re now a Stanley Cup champ,” I added, so damn proud of him.

His cheeks turned pink as they spread into a wide, proud smile. “A champ and a newly married man with the hottest wife on the planet.” His brows wiggled and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that started soft and sweet enough, but like it always was between us, things quickly spiraled out of control. “How about I show you how hot you are?”

My lips curled into a grin as heat suffused through my body. My nipples tightened the way they always did when he hit me with that intense, dark expression so full of want and need. “Yeah, how are you going to do that?”

A voice cleared next to us and we pulled back, turning to the flight attendant. “Margaritas.”

“Yes please. Thanks,” I accepted the drink and turned back to Alex. “To being married to the best hockey player in the league, the best dad and the sexiest man in all of Texas.”

His lips pulled into a pout. “Only in Texas?”

I giggled. “I haven’t been everywhere yet.” I screamed when he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

“Funny,” he growled and nuzzled my neck and down to my shoulder before he focused on the space between my breasts. “And sexy.”

I tilted my head back to give him better access to my neck as a moan escaped. “Yeah, right there,” I whispered.

He moved deeper between my breasts, his tongue left a trail of heat from the well between my breasts up to my throat and back to my lips. “You taste so good,” he growled.

My body was on fire as he licked across my bottom lip and then the top. “Mmm, so fucking sweet.”

I gasped and then shrieked when the cold liquid slid down my throat and chest. “Alex.”

“I guess now you’ll have to take off that shirt.” He purred against my flesh as he swiped his tongue across the cold liquid, pulling a shiver from me. “Too bad.”

“Whatever will I do?” I stood and handed him the margarita glass before I took off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. “Guess I’ll have to find something else to wear.” I turned and headed to the room with the bed, an extra sway in my hips.

“Or you don’t have to put on anything at all, at least not for a good long while,” he called behind me.

Laughter echoed behind me and in the next second his arms were around me and his lips were on my neck. “I guess that’s an option too.”

Alex spun me around, his gaze dark and hungry. “It’s the only option. We have a few hours and I know exactly how I want to spend them. Inside my wife.” He unfastened my bra and pushed me down on the bed, smiling at the way my boobs jiggled. “Beautiful.”

“This bed is so firm and the bedding is so soft.” I ran my palm over the soft cotton.

“Not now, Sasha.”

I laughed and reached out, sliding my hand under his shirt. “This is soft and hard. I love it.”

He shuddered under my touch. “Sasha, I’m trying to seduce you here babe.”

I grinned. “Consider this part of my honeymoon gift. Come here, husband.” I tugged his waistband until he was falling on top of me. “Yeah, that’s much better.”

His smile spread slowly. “So much better.” His hips pushed forward and showed me just how hard he was for me. “So hot for me,” he growled and then smashed his mouth against mine.

The kiss was the blue part of the flame, so hot that my skin was instantly slick and my heart banged against my chest. I was sure he heard it but the way he growled as he tore off the rest of my clothes, and the way his lips never left my skin was intoxicating. “Alex. More.”

“I love it when you’re greedy for me,” he growled and kissed his way down my body before he settled between my thighs. “You’re so hot. So wet. I can smell how much you want me.”

My fingers tangled in his hair. “Good. Now you can taste it too.”

He let out a low groan and swiped his tongue through my folds over and over, sending me higher and higher.

I writhed beneath him, every swipe of his tongue sent me into a tailspin of desire. It ripped through me with the force of a hurricane and I leaned into that sensation until it consumed me. “Alex, please. I need your cock.”

He pulled back and smiled up at me. “I love it when that sweet mouth of yours gives such dirty commands.” He kissed his way up my body until we were face to smiling face. “Again.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my hips. “Give. Me. Your. Cock. Now.” His gaze was so dark, so sinfully delicious that I shivered. “Please.”

“That’s my girl, so polite.” His jaw clenched as his cock head breached my opening, sliding deep and stretching me out spectacularly. “So fucking tight.”

We moaned in simultaneous delight as he pressed deeper until he was fully seated. “Yes, Alex. Yes!”

He pounded deep. Slow and deep, a hypnotic rhythm that kept me perched on the edge of pleasure. His hips moved faster as his own pleasure increased and every stroke sent him deeper until he hit that perfect spot that made sparks shoot off behind my eyes. “You liked that.”

I smiled. “You know what I like.”

“I do,” he grunted and did it again. And again.

“Yes, that. Just like that, Alex.” My heels dug into his well-muscled ass as I bucked up, hungry and desperate for the orgasm that was just out of reach. “Please.”

“I do love it when you beg.” He pulled out—completely—and laughed when I whimpered in despair. Before I could tell him what I thought of his playful mood, he spun me around and lifted my ass high in the air. “So, so much,” he moaned, punctuating the words with a smack to my ass. “I love it when you pulse around me like that. You’re so fucking wet.”

My body trembled from his dirty words and the way he touched me. “Alex.” His fingers split around his cock and then down to my clit before I felt his thumb pushing against my back door. “Alex,” I whispered.

“It’d be a shame to let all this moisture go to waste.”

I laughed but it came out on a low moan as his cock and his thumb slid into me at the same time. The sensation was full to bursting but so pleasurable that I felt myself teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. “Fuck, yes.” I pushed back and took every last inch of his cock. “Yessss!”

He grunted and smacked my ass again with his free hand, still fucking both holes in a slow, drugging rhythm that pushed me closer and closer while never letting me fall. “I love it when your greedy pussy sucks me off.”

“So. Dirty.” Almost a year into our marriage and you’d think I would be used to his filthy mouth. I wasn’t. And it never failed to get me even hotter.

“You like it,” he accused and smacked me again. “I can feel how much you like it.”

“Nope. I love it.”

“I love you,” he grunted, pounding deeper and harder, his hips moved faster as his cock expanded, telling me he was close too.

“I love you,” I said back in a breathless voice. “Love the way you love me. The way you make me feel. The way you fuck me too.”

His hand on my hip tightened and he fucked me intensely, slamming into me in long, deep strokes that—finally—triggered my orgasm which was wild and explosive, a wildfire that threatened to destroy everything in its wake.

It consumed me completely. My hips moved on their own, still pushing back to take him as he pounded harder and deeper until his own orgasm roared out of him. I felt the heat of him as he filled me up and it served to prolong my own orgasm, or maybe it triggered another, I was so blissed out that I couldn’t be sure. “Alex,” I cried out as my legs quivered from exhaustion.

His hips slowed and his thumb continued to move, the sensation so wild and so pleasurable that my vision blurred. “That’s right, baby, ride it out. I’ve got you.”

The constant movement of his cock within me prolonged my pleasure until one last orgasm shot up my body and my thighs finally gave out. “Goodness, I think I’m dead. Am I dead?”

“I sure hope not,” he whispered in my ear, slowly extricating himself from my body and falling to the side, pulling me with him. “Because we’ve got ten days in Jamaica to spend together. All alone.”

I looked up, mussed hair interfering with my view of my husband’s smiling face. “Jamaica? For real?”

He nodded. “You said you always wanted to go.”

My heart slammed against my chest. “You remembered.” Each day Alex showed me in another way just how good and sweet he was, how much I meant to him.

“Of course I did. And I even planned some things for us to do outside the bedroom.”

My forehead fell against his chest. “SCUBA sex is still sex.”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but now I won’t be able to think of anything but that until we do it.”

Another laugh fell from my lips. “We’ll see.” I leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I love you, Alex Witter.”

“I love you more, Sasha Witter. The day you showed up on my doorstep was the best day of my fucking life.”

“How much longer until we land?” I was already on my knees and moving over his body.

“Couple hours, maybe. Why?”

“Because,” I nipped his ear. “You’ve had a long season. Worked hard. Now it’s time for me to be a good wife and take care of you.”

That’s exactly what I did for the rest of the flight.

After that flight, I knew I would never look at coconut pineapple margaritas the same ever again.