As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I thought this Vegas fundraiser was going to be boring—another obligation to keep the family business alive. Wrong. I don’t remember a thing about the night we spent together, other than how good she felt against me, like she was made for me. We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for—wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Great. Crazy enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better…
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“Ahh yes, yes baby! Just like that, fuck me just like that, baby,” she moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sink even tighter, “that’s the spot, fuck that pussy!” I grimaced as I watched the sweat run down her arched back. Why did she keep referring to me as ‘baby’? “Oh god, I’m gonna fucking cum…” About time. “Yes…baby, yes…y-yes…” I felt the way her whole body contracted and her moans became desperate, thin whimpers. Her hips jerked and I decided to fuck her harder and faster. Her voice grew raw, she had no idea what my name was, so in an awkward, broken voice, she yelled; “Oh bartender, fuck me harder!” A loud cry ripped out of her throat one final time before I felt the warm, messy gush spill all over my dick. I slowly pulled out of her, disgusted at the sight of the creamy liquid spurted on my cock and my hips. I backed away from her and cleaned myself with a tissue. She turned around and flashed a smile at me as I pulled up my trousers and buckled my belt. “Fuck, boy!” she exclaimed, “that dick of yours is fire. You almost murdered my pussy with it. That was damn near an hour. Damn!” “That’ll be three hundred dollars.” She gasped and her eyes flickered with surprise, “Jeez, boy. Clearly not into small talk, I see. Just fuck the lady and walk away, huh?” I glanced at the door impatiently, “I have to get back to the bar and this is the restroom, anyone can just walk in,” I said quickly, “can I have my money?” She picked up her purse from the sink and handed the cash to me. I shoved it into my pocket and made for the door. “Next time, I will make you suck my pussy longer, you cute bartender.” I felt my stomach twist as I cringed out of the rest room. “Next time,” I mumbled to myself, the feeling of self-loathing that usually accompanied this moment washing over me again. How long would I have to do this? There was literally nothing I hadn’t done ever since I dropped out college. My mother was still lying sick at home, that was the only part of my day worse than being a sex worker; going home to meet my sick mother. Then, there was Ruby. My little sister who I was seeing through high school. Working at the bar was never going to generate enough income for me to take care of my family, so when my manager told me about this ‘side hustle’, as he loved to call it, I jumped at it. That had been, what? About six months ago? Now, I could barely keep up with the count of how many people I had fucked. Ridiculous. “What’s up, Oliver?” Mark’s arm was right on my shoulder when I walked out of the rest room. He was my manager, a man in his mid-forties whose excuse for pushing most of his sex client to me was;“I’ve lost my juice, sonny. My waist doesn’t move like it used to, the ladies need more energy, you get me?”
That was obviously a lie. Mark fucked only the richer women, those whose husbands were too busy with the political issues of the states to pay them any attention. He had an upper room just for them. He pushed the less rich women to me…and most of the men.There was a hotel beside the bar whose receptionist had grown accustomed to my frequent, unwholesome visits.
“Hey, Oliver.” The blonde receptionist would always say to spite me. Well, that ended the night I fucked her in a cab that had broken down on our way home. She had a bit more respect for me now and began to call me monster dick. Not that I fancied it, but she just wouldn’t stop. The other clients who loved to take risks would ask me to fuck them in the bathroom, or even in the VIP lounge which was much darker and always cloudy with a mist of tobacco. Those were mostly the women in their mid-thirties who wanted the thrill of being a reckless teenage girl again. I was fed up of it all really, but what I made in a month working at the bar alone, I could raise in a night of fucking these weirdos. “You were standing here the entire time?” I asked Mark and he just grinned, “you fucking weirdo.” “Are you kidding me? She was singing like a bird the entire time! I had to stop people from walking into the rest room for fuck’s sake,” he replied and then nudged me slightly, “how much did you get?” I frowned at those beady, greedy eyes of his. “Two hundred dollars.” “Go on,” he stretched his palm. I shoved my hand into my pocket and he snatched the fifty dollar note from me. “Great job, sonny.” He said with a chuckle and patted my shoulders before walking away. For the rest of the night, I stood gloomily at the counter, serving drinks to whoever cared for them and basically avoiding the eyes of every lady who looked at me. I couldn’t wait to get out of there the moment Mark gave me a nod of dismissal. I rushed back home, boarding a cab and dozing off along the way. I creeped into my mother’s bedroom, not bothering to flick on the lights so I wouldn’t wake her up. She was fast asleep. I planted a kiss on her forehead and in the same manner, I left the room and went up the creaky, wooden stairs to my bedroom. I dropped on my bed, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes. With a loud sigh, I dragged myself off the bed and was about to walk into the bathroom when I noticed a movement behind the curtains. I froze and then saw the little feet sticking out from under the curtains.I sighed, “Ruby. What the hell are you doing there?” She slowly stepped out and when I saw what she carried in her right hand, my eyes widened. I glanced at my wardrobe and found it open. She had taken out one of the dildos in it and it just had to be the biggest one! She had an appalled look on her face and before I could say anything, she asked, “Are you a sex worker, Oliver?”
KristoI went to the window and stretched, running my hand through my hair and grinning. I couldn’t believe we were actually in Greece. We were supposed to be arriving right about now, but I couldn’t wait that long to get her alone and was glad I’d incurred the extra expense to fly us out here at the last minute. It was worth it, so we could just be together after the hectic chaos of the wedding.I had called Cleo when we’d arrived, and she’d told me everyone had an amazing time. Nonna had a little too much to drink that night and had held court with stories about her young adulthood in Greece. Everyone had found it hilarious. And it seemed like Cleo and Darla were officially together, judging by the fact that I could hear Amaya’s friend in the background of the call long after they’d gone to bed.Amaya wasn’t awake yet, and I was glad for that. I still needed a little time to come to terms with the fact that I was actually married to the woman fast asleep in the bed behind me. My rin
AmayaOnce I had changed into something more party-worthy, the reception began, and at last, I could really relax and enjoy myself. Jolene and I spent a good hour dancing together before Kristo cut in to get his hands on me, holding me close and swaying with me as the band played a slow song. He kissed my neck softly, and I felt that burning desire for my husband pick up intensity. I couldn’t wait to get him alone, but we weren’t leaving for our honeymoon to Greece until the next day, so I had a while to wait yet.The food was amazing. There was even baklava, which Nonna had insisted on making herself. It wasn’t quite as good as Kristo’s, but I didn’t say a word of that to her. She would never let me hear the end of it. I ate and drank nonalcoholic cocktails, danced, and watched my guests do the same. I couldn’t believe how perfect this was. Darla and Cleo spent the night basically glued to each other’s sides, and I couldn’t help but coo internally over how cute they were.When I fina
AmayaI couldn’t even put into words how nervous I’d been that entire morning. My mind was taken up with questions about whether everything was going to go right. In my head, I was certain something was going to happen, that Kristo’s dad was going to squirm out of it at the last second and let us down, that the flowers weren’t going to arrive, that the dress wasn’t going to fit, that something was going to throw off this whole perfect day we had put so much time and effort into putting together.Then, I was sitting there in the room they had set up for me to get ready in, and I was staring at myself in the mirror, wearing the dress I had fallen in love with from the moment I’d laid eyes on it the week before. Jolene had picked well. She knew blue was my favorite color, and when I had slipped into the dress, even though it barely fit, I’d known this was the one for me. Sitting in front of the mirror, it was hard to believe this was really me, and this was really happening. How long had
KristoDarla, who had stepped in last-minute as a bridesmaid, followed her a minute later. She was wearing a dress in a delicate mint shade, and I could feel Cleo shift next to me when she emerged from the house.“Easy, tiger,” I murmured to her, and she nudged me playfully and straightened up again. I had a smile on my face, and I was beginning to relax. Then, I saw my bride walking toward me down the aisle, and I could hardly keep the tension out of my body.She looked incredible. No doubt about that. She’d told me she had only really looked at one dress, and I could see why. She looked unbelievable in it. It was cut to just below her knees, a flowing skirt that faded from cream to a pale blue color. The bodice hugged her body perfectly, and she was wearing the sweetest veil that covered her face as she made her way toward me. Even through the fabric, I could see the huge smile on her face, as though she couldn’t believe this was really happening. I knew exactly how she felt.It see
KristoI stared at myself in the mirror, wearing the tuxedo Amaya had picked out for me. I had seen myself in it before, of course, in the hurried fitting earlier in the week, but I felt as though I was looking at myself in it for the very first time. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment and pressed my lips together. Why the fuck was I even nervous? I had done this all before with Amaya. And yet, here I was on my wedding day, scared a little bit shitless.There was a knock at the door, and I spun around at once. In my head, I was sure that somehow this was all going to go wrong, that Amaya was going to back out of it before I got her up the aisle, that the speed this had all happened was going to scare her off in the end. Instead, my lawyer entered, and I rolled my eyes.“What is it?” I demanded. He stood there in the door wringing his hands with a panicked look on his face and wearing a slightly rumpled suit.“I just wanted to let you know there’s still time to get a pr
AmayaBefore he could say a word more to me, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He tasted so good, even better than normal, the sweetness of the gel lingering on his body. I could taste that hint of vanilla, just a touch, making him taste like the pastry he had spent all day baking. Guiding him as far into my mouth as I could manage, I wrapped my hand around his base and began to stroke him, taking him deep into my mouth and listening to those appreciative little noises he kept on coming out with. I slipped a hand around his thigh, gripping him tightly, letting him know I would have made him come right here and now if he wanted to. I sank my nails into his skin, wanting to leave marks on his body, to remind him who he belonged to and who belonged to him.I wasn’t sure how long I was there on my knees in front of him, the water running over my body and down my back. I could have stayed there all day, but after a while, it became clear he didn’t want to come like that. He want
AmayaWhen I arrived back at the house, I caught the scent of heaven floating through the room at once. I closed my eyes as I stepped through the door, inhaling deeply—cinnamon, sweetness, a little sharpness. Whatever it was, even if it made me sick, I had to have it right there and then.“Hey, where are you guys?” I called into the house, looking around for Jolene or her nurse. She had arrived today, and Kristo had offered to help her settle in, which I was glad for, as I wanted to get as far ahead on my work at the library as I possibly could before the baby came along.“In the kitchen,” Jolene called back, and I crossed the room to the kitchen. All three of them were there, and Kristo was carefully cutting up some pastries that were still in a steaming-hot pan.“We made baklava!” Jolene exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the pan Kristo was maneuvering his knife around.“I can see that.” I inhaled deeply again and smiled my greeting at Pamela. “And what exactly is that?”“It’s a Greek
KristoI took a deep breath, planted my hands on the desk, and tried to center myself. There was no point getting upset about this. At the end of the day, either he was going to make the effort and come to my wedding or he wasn’t, and there was very little I could do to change his mind if he didn’t want to. Short of flying out to Greece and dragging him by his collar back to Nonna’s house to be there for the ceremony, if he wanted to skip it, he would. And I had a feeling he was going to. Amaya wouldn’t want this to be a stressful time for me. She wanted our wedding to be full of joy, peace, happiness, not me yelling into a phone to my father from half a globe away.I focused on the voices outside the room. Well, they weren’t saying anything, but they were laughing, and that was enough to get me feeling a little better. After a slight delay, Jolene’s nurse Pamela had arrived this morning, and the two of them were getting to know each other. I had offered to stay at home that day to wo
Kristo“Malaka,” I muttered to myself, forgetting for a moment that my dad was the one on the other end of the line, and he could well understand I had just called him an—“Did you just call me an asshole?” he snapped at me. I rolled my eyes, tempted to point out that the word didn’t have a specific English translation, but playing the smart-ass was only going to land me in a heap more trouble. As if it wasn’t bad enough as it was.“No,” I lied swiftly. “Look, are you sure you can’t get back sooner than that? You need to be here, Dad. It’s my wedding.”“I know,” he replied tersely. “You think I don’t know that? I’m as annoyed about it as you are.”“Then why won’t you just make the effort and actually come back home?” I pointed out. “This is ridiculous, Dad. Even you must be able to see that.”“I didn’t plan it this way,” he snapped back, but I didn’t believe him. I knew my dad well enough to know he had everything in his life carefully planned out. If he was stuck in Greece right now,
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