Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 23
“I almost did”, I confess. “For a while I didn’t know whether to stand up or sit down. I had so many questions running around my head I thought they might spill out if I didn’t hold them in. Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?”
“You being pregnant absolutely terrifies me.”
“Fuck, me too. It doesn’t even feel real”, Sophia says, pulling away from me to look at her belly again. “Can you imagine what Marshall’s going to say?”
I have to laugh at that. “He’ll say we’re stealing his story.”
Sophia shakes her head. “We’re just writing a better one”, she says.
“He’s not going to like that very much.”
“You mean he just won’t admit to it.”
Sophia leans back against the sofa and I put my hand on her belly again. “I told you, you’re not going to feel anything”, she says.
“I don’t know, it kind of feels warm”, I say.
“I’m so tired”, Sophia confesses. “This morning has totally taken it out of me.”
“At least we know why you’ve been puking now.”
Sophia folds herself into me. “You want to go and lie down?” she asks.
“Is that a good idea? You know—?.” I nod towards her belly.
“You’re not going to disturb it, Ryan”, she says with a smile, before her hand finds its way across my thigh and into my crotch. “I know you’re big, but you’re not that big.”
I feign hurt and let my mouth drop open theatrically, before Sophia seals it again with a kiss.
“You want to know a secret?” she whispers into my ear.
“Go on”, I say, pulling her against my body.
“I love you too”, she says, before she pulls away and let’s me see it sparkle in her eyes. “I really love you.”
“Really, really?” I ask, a warm feeling of absolute contentment lapping against my entire body.
Sophia smiles. “Really, really, really”, she says, and presses her lips against mine.
“You want to hear another secret?” she adds between a bunch of perfect little kisses.
“Mmmhmmm”, I say.
“I’m really fucking horny.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I can’t keep up with you”, I say. “Crying one minute, laughing the next, horny the one after.”
Sophia shrugs. “I’m pregnant”, she says. “I’m supposed to be emotional.”
“I can’t believe you're pregnant”, I say again, the disbelief refusing to fully go away.
“I can’t believe you love me”, she admits.
My eyes go to the bedroom door and then back to hers. “Shall we?”
Sophia nods. “Ryan?” she asks, before I pull her away from the sofa. “This won’t go away, you know?”
“I know that.”
“I don’t want to think about it now, but I’m going to have to make a decision sooner or later”, Sophia says, perhaps as much for her as it is for me, refusing to get up from the sofa until she’s determined the full gravity of what’s going on.
“You don’t have to think about it now”, I say. “Let it sink in for a while, take your time, there’s no rush.
Sophia nods.
“Thank you for telling me”, I add.
“I had to”, Sophia says. “It wouldn’t have been fair otherwise. I didn’t want there to be secrets between us. I don’t want there to be.”
“It’s not healthy”, I say. “And there won’t be, I promise.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else, Ryan”, Sophia confesses. “I want to be with you.”
“I’m going to be there for you”, I say. “Whatever you want to do, I’m going to be there for you.”
Sophia stretches her hand out and I take it and pull her off the couch.
“I missed you, you know?” I say, as we cover the short distance towards the bedroom. “Alice is just not interested in doing lines.”
Sophia laughs. “I’ll help you after”, she says.
“After what?” I ask, as we fall onto the bed together.
“After you show me exactly how much you’ve missed me”, Sophia says, her hands quick to my T-shirt in preparation to tear it off me.
I laugh again and pull her into me. “Alright”, I say, kicking the door closed with a deft jerk of my leg. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle it?”
Sophia shrugs, her cheeks reddening a little. “I guess we’ll see”, she says as we fold into each other ripping off our clothes as we go.
When Sophia left this morning to go to the doctor’s, the last thing I could have expected was her to come back home and tell me she was pregnant with someone else’s baby. I try to imagine what It’ll be like if she has it, and how much it’ll impact our lives. I am under no illusions that looking after a kid is extremely difficult, and it’s not something I ever expected to be doing in my mid-twenties, but as long as I’m with Sophia I know that nothing can go wrong. We’re naturally going to have ups and downs in our life and things coming at us out of nowhere we’re going to have to deal with as a team, but as scary as it is, this whole thing is a journey into the future I definitely want to be part of.
As I kiss along her naked thighs, and we press our bodies together in urgent desire, I can’t think of anything else. I love this girl and will do absolutely everything in my power to make her happy. This world can throw nothing at us we can’t overcome. Not a visa situation, an inheritance claim, our national and cultural differences and definitely not someone else’s baby.
“I love you”, Sophia whispers in my ear as I roll my hips forward and fuck her deeply.
“I love you too”, I say, my words bringing heat to her skin.
Three weeks ago this was all just a dream, and right now it’s about as real as anything can get.
“That is—. Oh my God, Ryan, that is—. Absolutely fucking incredible”, Sophia moans, and I couldn’t agree more.
Even without the inheritance, even with this twelve week old baby, even without a job lined up and all of my belongings in boxes, I’m the luckiest man in the world, and every day with this girl just gets better and better.
I’m laughing out loud and I haven’t even realized it.
“What?” Sophia asks, right on the edge of it.
“Nothing”, I say and kiss her. “Or everything. I love you and I’m really, really happy.”
Sophia pulls my down into her so we’re as close as we can possibly get. “Me too”, she says. “Despite everything else that’s going on right now, I’m really really happy too. Now fuck me harder, and make me come.”
I can’t help but smile at that. “Pas de probleme, Madame Speed”, I say in a terrible French accent, put my hands on her hips and pull her into me.
“Moreaux”, Sophia says, insistently. “I haven’t decided—”, she adds, before the rest of the sentence tails off into a rapid burst of gasps and moans.
“La fin?” I ask, when the orgasmic has burst through her and she’s finally begun to settle down again. The end?
Sophia giggles and shakes her head. “Non, seulement le debut”, she says - no, it’s only the start - and pulls me into her, eager for another round.
Epilogue
Approximately one year later...
Sophia
The sun warms my back as I lazily watch the crystal clear water rise and loll, licking the shore in sweeping arches. This place looks exactly like one of those pictures you see in magazines of tropical paradises you never thought actually existed in the real world, but here it is, white sand so fine it almost disappears into the air like chalk dust when you run your hands through it, water so clear you can wade out to your chest and still see the fishes swimming around your toes, and a shoreline dotted with fallen coconuts from the countless palm trees that surround us.
I steal a look at Ryan flat out on the beach towel next to me, eyes shut but definitely not sleeping, and can’t help but think I’m the luckiest girl in the world. This place really is paradise, but it wouldn’t be anything at all without him in it. He has given me absolutely everything over the duration of our relationship, and my love for him has just grown and grown.
“Are you alright, honey?” Ryan asks, somehow able to tell I’m thinking about him. He reaches out his hand and I take hold of it.
“Perfect”, I say.
“Then enjoy it while it lasts, Maddie’s going to be up soon.”
I flatten myself against him and run my fingers through his hair. “Is that why you’re pretending to be asleep?”
“No”, Ryan says, shaking his head, and it makes us both laugh.
Not even six months old and already as cute as a button. Madeline after my grandmother, Evie after Ryan’s and Moreaux Speed for the both of us. After that day, that ultrasound photo, the unremitting support from Ryan, and the idea that had already lodged itself in both of our heads, we simply couldn’t get rid of it.
In fact, the only person that didn’t want me to have the baby, was Jack, who told me to get rid of it as soon as possible and even offered to pay me back the five hundred dollars he stole from me to have it done. When I refused flat-out, he distanced himself from all of us and I haven’t seen him since. When Maddie’s old enough to understand, I’ll let her decide whether she wants to have any contact with him.
My parents were shocked when I told them, but telling them Ryan and I were married lessened the blow slightly. At least it did, until I told them the baby wasn’t his, and Mom practically fainted. By comparison, Ryan’s parents have been incredibly supportive. I think they are over the moon that Ryan has finally matured enough to get married, look after someone else’s child as though she were his own, and, most importantly, move his boxes out of the garage.
Apart from Ryan, Maddie is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and not a single second goes by that I regret having her. Yeah she’s difficult at times, and being pregnant sucked for the most part and the labor was intense and she takes a lot of looking after, and it hasn’t been easy getting back into work, but just one of her incredible smiles makes up for all of that.
Ryan is not only absolutely brilliant with her too, he was patient with me throughout the whole process, even when I was horrible to be around. He’s thoughtful, caring, always willing to help, around whenever I need him and one hundred percent head over heels in love with us both.
After we decided to keep Maddie, and a few months into our marriage, my visa was granted for the ability for me to stay indefinitely in the country, and a little while after that, when we’d been assessed three times by the legal team put in place to distribute Ryan’s great aunt’s will, we were finally granted the full amount of his inheritance money.
Suddenly, in less than three months, I was on the way to becoming a US citizen, I was married, I was expecting a baby and I was one half of a millionaire, and I still can’t believe it now.
Our story made the paper - both the story of our relationship blossoming from Marshall’s play, and the story of Ryan’s unusual inheritance claim - Ryan and I moved into a two bedroom apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant, we bought a car, we bought Alex some motorbike lessons and Alice a holiday to Europe to thank them for their support, and we settled into married life.
The last year has flown by. I can’t believe that Maddie is already getting her teeth, and soon enough she’ll be off the milk and onto solid food. Ryan and I have already celebrated our one year anniversary, and because we couldn’t do it at the time, we’ve finally come away on our honeymoon now, to spend a glorious couple of weeks bouncing around tropical islands along the Caribbean coast with a couple of nights planned in Costa Rica before we fly back to the states.
I’m happier than I have ever been right now, and happier than I ever thought possible.
Ryan twists onto his side and pulls me against him to rain kisses against my lips.
“How about we?—” he whispers. “You know.” He nods his head in the direction of the hotel. “Before Maddie wakes up.”
I slide my hand down his belly and slip it under his shorts. “Ryan!” I exclaim when I realize just how hard he already is. “How long have you—?”
Ryan shrugs. “The sun makes me horny”, he says.
I give his cock a squeeze and then put my hands back around his neck. “When it goes down, come and meet me inside”, I say, before I kiss him and spring to my feet.
“You look sexy with the sun behind your back”, Ryan says, looking up at me.
“I look even sexier with you behind my back”, I say, grinning mischievously. “Don’t take too long.”
“Wait”, Ryan calls, pulling himself to his feet. My eyes go down to the huge bulging erection barely concealed by his shorts and back up to his eyes. Ryan attempts to readjust himself but it doesn’t work. Thank God there’s nobody else on the beach today.
“Come on”, I say reaching out to take his hand. “Let’s go and see if we can make Maddie a little brother.”
Ryan smiles and falls in alongside me. “Deal”, he says, and with his arm around my waist, my pussy wet just thinking about what he’s going to do to me, and his rock hard cock throbbing against the fabric of his shorts, we make our way to the hotel room, with hearts and minds firmly fixed on our future together.
Ryan constantly says that we’re the luckiest people in the world, not because of his inheritance but because we found each other, and I couldn’t agree with him more.
THE END
Double or Nothing
A Royal Sports Menage Romance
Abbey Foxx
© 2016 Abbey Foxx
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“A goal without a plan is just a wish.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“Three is the magic number.”
Bob Dorough
About This Book:
This isn't your average fairy tale, but then again, I'm not your average princess.
I don't do blind dates, pre-arranged marriages, royal functions or good behavior very well at all. I'm independent, filthy-minded and know exactly what I want when I see it, especially if it's something I'm not allowed to have.
Hot-headed, bad boy, built-like-a-tank athletes are what I spend my days in the palace salivating over, and when I finally get the chance to turn the fantasy into reality, I make it clear I'm not going to settle for just one of them.
What kind of naughty rebellious princess would I be if I didn't insist on two for my very first time?
Two pairs of experienced hands to undress me, two pairs of sexy lips to kiss every part of my perfect teenage body, both men too huge for me to say no.
Logan and Carter don't need much convincing, and when they've taken me to heaven once, they insist on doing it again and again, until giving them back isn't even an option.
I know they say two is company and three is a crowd, but guess what? They couldn't have got it more wrong.
Carter, Logan and I all know that three really is the magic number.
Now all I need to do is convince the King and Queen.
This full-length menage romance contains explicit first-time scenes between an open-minded but inexperienced princess and two very experienced and very naughty football players. It is a love story with a happy ever after and absolutely no cheating.
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Double or Nothing
A Royal Sports Menage Romance
Abbey Foxx
© 2016 Abbey Foxx
Prologue
Marissa
I’ve never been very good at being a princess. Even from very early on, I didn’t really fit in. I didn’t get why I couldn’t play with all the normal kids, why I had to behave like a lady constantly, why there were always certain expectations about my behavior.
“The Gardener?”
Oh, and that, why my parents were always, constantly disappointed in me.
Dad is furious. You can tell by the way he’s rubbed his temples so hard the skin there has gone red.
I nod politely to answer his question, but keep my expression plain, as though me being summoned here is something I don’t understand.
Actually, I don’t really understand it, even if I did expect it in the event of us getting caught. How can anyone expect a young, sexually interested eighteen-year-old princess not to be attracted to the sexy gardener?
“It wasn’t his fault”, I say. “It was my idea.”
Dad looks at Mom, Mom’s eyes drop to the floor and Dad looks at me again.
“The gardener has been dealt with”, Dad says. “The real question is, what do we do with you?”
“Oh, come on, it was only a kiss.”
Dad couldn’t look at me with more disdain if he tried. One kiss. How’s that for a record before getting caught? The things I had planned for us too, things I’ll never get another chance to do with him now. When Dad says the gardener has been dealt with, it means exactly that. Fired, removed from active duty, relocated to a country as far away from this one as possible.
“It’s time to find you a husband”, Dad says firmly. “Someone worthy of your name. Of our name.”
“A husband?” I echo back to him, mystified he thinks he can control my life.
“You’ve spent your entire childhood avoiding responsibilities, avoiding who you are, and I’m not prepared for that to continue now that you’ve become an adult.”
“Right, so you’re going to find me a husband?”
“Marissa, it’s evidently clear from where I’m sat that you can’t be trusted to find the right man yourself. A gardener? Who was it last year and who will it be the next?”
