29. Sammy
29
SAMMY
A fter Evan leads my dad out onto the patio, I’m left to introduce my mama to my friends.
“Mama, this is Starling, January, and Bunny.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hartley,” January says. Most of the time, she’s painfully shy, but she’s the only one of us that was raised in an extremely wealthy household and is oddly brilliant at formal introductions.
“Please call me Elizabeth,” Mama says warmly.
Thankfully, I’m saved from any awkward conversation when the designer and her team arrive. The woman who served us dinner the other night opens the front door before I can and motions the designer’s assistant to push the rails of dresses into a cozy den that I’ve never seen before.
It’s odd that this stranger is more familiar with my new home than I am, but I push away the feeling, glad that someone had made plans for tonight when I’m completely unprepared. Once the designer is all set up, the house manager, who introduces herself as Dawn, carries in a tray of fruity cocktails and a platter of snacks for us, then quickly leaves.
When Mama stands and makes a move to look through the rail of dresses, Beth, the dress designer, quickly takes control and starts to guide me through the selection of styles she brought for me to try on so I can get an idea of what kind of wedding dress I’d like.
Truthfully, I’ve imagined this day a million times before. I’m that girl. The one who dreamed of having her picture-perfect wedding to her prince charming. Only instead, I’m having a quicky wedding to someone who I’d more likely describe as the villain than the hero.
Since Evan put Mama in her place at the restaurant, she’s been quiet and polite, but I can tell that her anger is simmering beneath her calm facade, and it’s only a matter of time until I hear exactly what she thinks about my fiancé and our rushed nuptials.
“Okay, so based on your first instincts, what kind of dress do you think you’d like?” Beth asks.
Inhaling, I twist around and run my gaze over the dozen dresses she’s shown me. “I guess I always thought?—”
Mama interrupts me before I can finish speaking. “A classy princess dress,” she says. “Something appropriate for an elegant church wedding. Not something that shows more than it hides.” Her nose is wrinkled as she tries and fails to hide her unimpressed sneer.
Biting my lip to stop myself from snapping, I turn to Beth and smile. “I’m so sorry, could you excuse us for just a moment?”
“Of course,” she says with a knowing look.
“Mama, could I speak to you in the kitchen?” I say with a smile to hide how frustrated I am.
“Samantha, you have guests,” Mama chides.
“Beth, let me show you some photos from my wedding. My dress was so perfect,” Starling quickly jumps in, pulling Beth aside as she brings up photos on her cell.
Putting my hand on Mama’s arm, I gently but firmly lead her out of the den and toward the kitchen. “Okay, go,” I say the moment we’re out of earshot.
“Excuse me,” Mama says, lifting her hand and resting it on her décolletage.
“Mama, please don’t play coy. Now tell me.”
“Samantha—”
“Look, I know you loved Drew. I know you painted this picture of spending the holidays with Martha and John and the brood of grandbabies you planned for us to have. I know that I lied to you, and I know that must have hurt you. So, get it off your chest.”
I see the exact moment when she decides to drop her attempt at being unaffected. “Fine. Who is this boy? Your daddy says his family is very wealthy, but we didn’t raise you to be a gold digger. What on earth happened with Drew? One day, we’re getting you settled into that beautiful house in Massachusetts, and then two days later, that boy is knocking on our door telling us your engagement is off and that you’re on your way to California on a private jet. He told your daddy that he’d be paying for the rest of your degree and that he planned to marry you.”
“Did you know that Drew planned to propose to me?” I ask.
“Of course I did. Martha and I went to help him pick out that beautiful ring.”
“Did you know that we weren’t even a couple?”
“What on earth are you talking about? You’ve been inseparable since you came home for summer.”
“We were friends, Mama. That’s it. Just old friends. When he proposed to me at the airport, I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting it because it came out of left field. I had no idea he even still had feelings for me.”
“But you accepted,” Mama points out with a smug expression on her face.
“Yes, I did. With Drew, I’ve always known exactly what my life would look like. We’d get married. Buy a house across the street from you and Daddy. He’d become mayor, and I’d support him.”
“I know,” Mama sighs wistfully.
“Drew and I never discussed having kids. We never discussed my career or my plans for the future.”
“I don’t understand,” Mama says.
“When he asked me to marry him, he told me we’d be having four kids. He even named them without talking to me. He decided that I’d freeze my eggs so he could plan when we’d have boys and when we’d have girls. He spoke to Harvard and declared a major for me so I could graduate at the same time as him. He’d meticulously planned our life without considering my wants and needs. And I would have gone along with that. I would have married him and lived his life.”
“A wife’s job is to support her husband,” Mama says, her brow furrowed.
“Yes, it is. But a husband’s job is to support his wife too. Drew dropped me the moment he realized I wasn’t just a pretty robot. I don’t know exactly what triggered it, but he told me that he, his dad, and their PR team had polled me to the town’s voters, and that I hadn’t polled well. I’m sure there’s more to it. But he ended our engagement because his PR team didn’t like that strangers, who don’t know me, didn’t think I was suitable.”
Mama’s lips turn down into a frown. “They didn’t think you’re…suitable?”
“Pretty much.” I nod.
“And this boy…this house,” she says, gesturing to the beautiful mansion we’re standing in.”
“Evan, Mama. His name is Evan.”
“Fine. Evan. What about him?”
“I love you, Mama, but I don’t want to be you.”
At the sound of her sharp inhale of breath, I close my eyes. “When I left for school, I decided that I’d try new things, and meet new people, and see what the world had to offer. I bought new clothes and found my own style. I made friends. People who liked me for me and not because I was Drew’s girlfriend. I went to parties and dated boys. I created a new version of myself.”
“What exactly was wrong with the old you?” she sneers.
“Nothing at all, Mama. That’s what I realized when I came home for the summer. I fell right back into my old life, and it fit just as well as my new one, and it made me question everything. When Drew asked me to marry him, I was so confused that I said yes even though I shouldn’t have. I said yes because I wasn’t sure where I fit anymore, and Drew offered me a whole life, preplanned, and set out in front of me.”
“Is that what you’re doing with Evan too? Did you say yes because he’s got a plan for you as well?” It’s not an unreasonable question, but for some reason, it rankles to hear it.
“No, Mama,” I say, shaking my head. “The first time I met Evan.” I sigh dreamily. “I thought he was beautiful. He’s a complicated man. He feels things deeply, and even though we both knew we cared for the other, we never tried to be together.”
“So, what changed?” she asks.
“He realized that I was only marrying Drew because I wasn’t sure what my place was here, if it wasn’t with him.”
“So, knowing you were going to marry someone else gave him a kick up the ass to make his move?” Mama says, shocking the hell out of me.
“Yes.” I laugh.
“Do you love him?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Do you want to marry him?”
I nod again. “Yes.”
“Does it have to be in a couple of weeks? Can’t you wait until you can plan a real wedding?”
I shake my head. “Evan doesn’t want to wait.”
“And Evan always gets what he wants, does he?”
“Not always. But on this, yes, he does.”
“And these friends of yours, they’re all married?”
“They are,” I say on a giggle. “The guys were all pretty single-minded once they fell in love.”
“And you’ll live here. It’s so far away.”
Sighing, I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly. “I’m sure there’s a guest house somewhere on the estate, and if there isn’t, then I’ll ask Evan to build one. Then you and Dad can come and visit. Or you could move here. Dad’s not getting any younger.”
Sighing, she exhales, wiping a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen from beneath her eye. “I suppose we had better go and find you a dress. But Samantha, please, no ruffles or anything too revealing.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
After our chat, Mama embraces wedding planning like she was made to do it. At my suggestion, we call the planner Evan gifted me, and she agrees to come to the house tomorrow morning to go over the decisions we’ve made so far.
Beth makes me try on dress after dress, and I finally settle on a trumpet-shaped gown with a lace overlay that I love and a neckline that doesn’t make Mama cringe. Instead of white, I decide on an ivory color and a sheer veil edged with the same lace that’s on the gown.
After taking all of my measurements, Beth and her assistant pack away all the dresses and leave with a promise that they’ll be back next weekend to do a fitting.
By the time she leaves, I’m exhausted, but we still have a house full of guests. “Shall we go and join the guys by the pool?” I suggest.
Everyone agrees, and I smile when I spot my dad deep in discussion with Sebastian. The moment Evan spots me, he beckons me over, and I go to him, letting him pull me down onto his lap while the guys all introduce themselves to my mama.
“How was your mom?” he asks quietly against my ear.
“She was a little combative at the start, but we talked, and she’s okay now. Does this massive estate have a guest house anywhere? Because I told Mama if there isn’t one, I’d make you build one so they can come and visit,” I say, cringing a little at how ridiculous that sounds.
“I’ll speak to the architect and ask them to start plans for something,” he says softly, brushing my hair off my face.
“I might also have suggested they move here. I’m sorry, but she was sad, and I love her, and Washington, DC, is so far away.”
“I’ll have a realtor start looking at options for them.”
“Really?” I ask.
“If having your parents in California will make you happy then I’ll get your parents to California.”
“They have to actually decide to come. You can’t foreclose on their house or do anything…crazy to get them here. It has to be their choice,” I rush to say, panic tightening my chest.
“It’ll be their choice,” he promises on a chuckle. “Did you pick a dress?”
“I did.”
“What does it look like?”
“You’ll find out when I walk down the aisle to you. Also, I arranged for the planner to come over in the morning. Mama wants to be involved in planning the wedding.”
“Okay, I’ll ask the staff to cater a breakfast for all of us. I’ll invite the folks too. That way everyone can have a chance to get to know each other before the dinner tomorrow night,” Evan says.
The car service turns up to take my parents back to the hotel twenty minutes later, and I hug them both goodbye, feeling a sense of relief that they seem more at peace with my decision now.
Instead of the others leaving, they all settle into their seats while Evan grabs fresh drinks from the wet bar that’s built into a giant grill and outdoor kitchen.
“Your mom was not at all what I was expecting,” Bunny says, snuggling deeper into Hunter’s enormous arms.
“Yeah, she’s an old-school Southern belle. Are you saying I’m not like that?” I tease.
“Weirdly, when you’re with her, you kind of are.” Bunny giggles.
I shrug. “I was raised to cross my legs at the ankle and be a proper lady.”
“What happened?” Clay asks on a laugh.
“I wanted to be different,” I admit quietly. “I wanted to start fresh at school, be a different person.”
“And now?” Evan asks.
“Now I’m a mixture of the old me and the new me, I guess.”
“Do you guys want to crash here tonight?” Evan asks everyone.
“We’re going home,” Clay and January say.
“The floors were just installed at our place. We’re going to camp out there tonight,” Hunter says.
“Is this what our life is going to be like?” I ask, tipping my head back to look at the sky full of stars above us.
“Spending nights with our friends and family?” Evan asks.
“Staying connected with them? Wandering home after hanging out? Being this big, weird family?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s how it’ll be. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Evan says.
I nod. “Yeah, it does.”
When our drinks are gone, the others say their goodbyes and leave.
“I love our family, but I love that when they’re gone, I get to strip you naked and see if I can make you scream loudly enough that they can all hear it,” Evan purrs, pressing his lips to the racing pulse in my neck.
I laugh. “I’m not sure even I can scream loudly enough that the sound would travel miles.”
“Well, why don’t we see. I warned you I was going to be inside you all fucking night, Wild One. And I keep my promises.” Unzipping my dress, he pulls it up my body, peeling it over my hair, then discarding it to the floor.
Reaching between my thighs, he cups my sex over my panties. “Jesus, these are still wet. I fucking love that you’ve been sitting in wet, cum soaked panties all night. That you tried on wedding dresses, coated in me.”
“Evan,” I moan, lifting my hips and urging him to do more than just hold me.
“What do you need, baby?” he teases.
“You.”
“I’m yours. All fucking yours.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what? What do you want me to do?”
I can hear the amused control in his voice. He knows what I want, but he wants me to tell him. To spell it out for him until my cheeks are red and my underwear is even wetter.
“I want you to do…what you told me you would.”
“I told you I was going to fuck you all night, over and over and over, and that every time I pumped you full of my cum, you’d thank me and wear the plug that keeps me inside of you until I told you, you could take it out. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I moan, slowly rolling my hips and grinding myself against the heel of his hand.
“Then ask.”
“Evan.”
“If you want something, I want you to ask for it.”
“I want you to fuck me all night long. I want you to fill me with your cock until you explode and flood my pussy with your cum. Then I want you to force me to thank you, then make me beg you to fill me with the plug that will keep me full of you.”
“And why do you want to be plugged and full of me?” he asks, his eyes dark and full of need.
Inhaling a shaky breath, I exhale. “Because I want you to breed me, Evan. I need you to pump me full of your cum until you put a baby in me.”
“Because you’re my perfect fucking breeder, aren’t you, baby? The perfect broodmare to carry our babies. As many as I want, as often as I want, until I say we’re done.”
This should not be turning me on, but it is, and I feel a fresh surge of arousal flood my panties. A whimper escapes from my lips, and Evan smirks.
“You’re too empty, aren’t you? Do you need me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” I say, shuddering as pleasure starts to build inside of me.
“Let me give you what you need,” he says, ripping his hand and my orgasm away as he shreds the sides of my panties and quickly strips out of his clothes. “Sit on my dick. I want to feel your cunt clench when I make you come.”
Scrambling over him, I lower myself onto his cock, feeling the slight stretch as he slides into me.
“Look how well you take me,” he groans, his eyes fixed on where his cock is slowly pushing inside of me.
“Oh god,” I whine as I sit fully down on his lap.
“Don’t move,” he growls, pushing his hand between our bodies until he finds my clit. “I need you to come for me. Come all over my cock while I play with your clit. Soon I’m going to pierce the hood, and then when I have you plugged and full of my cum, I’ll spend hours toying with the hoop, making you come over and over while you beg me to put more of my cum in you.”
“You’re…not—Oh god—piercing my clit,” I rasp out.
“I thought about doing your nipples too, but you’d have to take them out when your tits fill with milk, and I plan to keep my broodmare full of my babies,” he coos as he drags one of my nipples into his mouth, scraping the tip with his teeth before sucking deeply, sending a surge of warmth and pleasure pulsing through my chest.
“The tiny padlock I put on the hoop will constantly be coated in your cream, just begging to be sucked and licked.”
His dirty words send me over the edge, and I come, a keening cry falling from my lips.
“Fuck, the way you feel, your tight cunt clenching around my cock…” Grabbing my legs, he stands with his dick still inside of me, and carries me into the house, his dick filling me with each step he takes.
“I’ve needed this all fucking night. You’re mine, Sammy. Mine. I’ll share, but it’ll always be me and you. You’ll always belong to me.”
“Always,” I pant as he strides into our bedroom and crawls onto the bed. Once my back hits the comforter, he presses my knees into my chest and starts to fuck me in hard, deep strokes that make loud moans fall from my parted lips.
There’s nothing sweet or gentle about the way he’s fucking me. His dick is jackhammering into me, the head of his cock pushing deeper with every thrust, and I fucking love it. It’s rough, and dirty, and intense, and my body is already starting to react, a second orgasm beginning to build inside of me.
“You’ll fucking take every drop of cum I put in you, won’t you, wife? You’ll take it all, then you’ll thank me for breeding you.”
Jesus, this breeder stuff is so wrong but so right at the same time. My body reacts, and I settle into this dream-like state where all I feel is him, all I see is him, all I hear is him, and it’s perfect.
I don’t feel the orgasm rising until it splinters, and I come on a cry. Unable to move with my knees pressed into my chest, I scream, and the sound bursts out of me. Reacting to my pleasure, he slams into me harder and deeper, fucking me over and over until his movements become jerky, and I feel his hot cum coating my core.
His movements start to slow, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he grinds into me, his cock holding his cum inside of me, exactly like he promised. “I love you so fucking much,” he says, his voice rough and low.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “I need to move my legs.”
Smiling, he reaches over and opens the top drawer on the bedside dresser. I’m unsurprised when he pulls out a plug identical to the one he used on me earlier.
“How many of those did you buy?” I ask on a laugh.
“Enough so they’re on hand anywhere I might need to use them,” he says with a cryptic smirk.
Yawning, I find myself smiling, even as he helps me lower my numb legs.
“What do you have to say to me?” he asks, his eyes hooded.
“What?” I yawn again.
“What did you make me promise to force you to do?” he asks, tiptoeing his fingers between my breasts until his hand has formed a necklace around my throat.
“Evan?”
“What do you say after I fill you with my cum?” he prompts.
“Thank you,” I pant, the heated look in his eyes enough to have me ready for him to fuck me again, not pull out.
“Good girl,” he praises.
Slowly, pulling his dick out, he pushes the waiting plug into me instead, leaving me oddly sad that he’s no longer stretching me despite the fullness the toy provides.
I yawn a third time as he rolls to my side, pulling me into him until my head is rested against his chest.
“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll need you again soon, but you know I don’t mind getting things started while you nap,” he says, a soft hum of amusement vibrating beneath my cheek.
“I’m not sleeping,” I say sleepily. “You promised to keep me up all night.”
“Greedy little broodmare. One load of my cum isn’t enough for you, is it? You need to be so full it’ll be dripping out of you in the morning. But don’t worry, because I’m going to keep you plugged with either my dick or the plug all night long, and then you’ll wear it all day tomorrow too. I’m going to breed you so many times this weekend, you’ll be pregnant with triplets by the time we go back to school on Monday.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “You can try,” I taunt.
“Challenge accepted.”
I’m not sure how many times he pushes inside of me during the night. Enough that by the time I blink my eyes open, the sun is high in the sky, but my thighs are sore, and my body feels ravaged and more than well used.
“Good morning, Wild One,” he rasps against my ear, his voice thick with exhaustion. I don’t know if he’s slept at all or just spent the hours of darkness, fucking me over and over and over, just the way he promised.
“What time is it?”
“Early. About seven a.m.”
“I need to shower,” I groan. “The wedding planner is going to be here at nine a.m. Oh god, you wanted to invite your family too, and we got distracted.”
“It’s okay. I sent a group text an hour ago.”
“We have to make a huge breakfast. I’m a terrible cook.”
“Our house manager is downstairs, getting breakfast ready.”
“Why do we have a house manager?” I question.
His chuckle is soft and sweet. “Her name is Dawn, and she came highly recommended. You can meet her when we go downstairs.”
“I already met her last night. She seems nice, but that didn’t answer my question. Why do we have a house manager?”
“Well, do you want to clean this place or have to learn to cook or live on takeout? Because I don’t,” he says.
“Well, no,” I admit.
“And that’s why we have a house manager. Now, before we get up, we have plans.”
“We do?” I ask on a laugh.
“Yes. You owe me.”
“What?” I squeak.
“I filled you up three times last night, but you were too tired to say thank you.”
“Thank you.” I laugh.
“Thank you what…” he prompts.
“Thank you for filling me with your cum, three times while I was asleep.” My voice drops to a sultry octave that I don’t recognize.
“You’re welcome. Is my perfect broodmare ready to take her first dose of cum for the day? You’re already filled, but one more load, and I think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself while our families are here.” His tone is stern, but the wide grin on his face makes my stomach swoop with love and lust and happiness.
“Do your worst, Mr. Morris. Put a baby in me.”
Gently rolling me to my belly, he lifts my hips, positioning me on my knees with my ass high in the air and my upper body resting on the mattress. “Curl your spine, baby. I want to get this load as deep as possible.”
I hadn’t noticed the plug until he starts to slowly tug it free, pushing it back in, only to tug it almost out again. His talented fingers find my clit and within moments, I’m pushing into his hands, riding the plug like a horny fucking…broodmare, eager for a dick. And scarily, that’s how I feel. My body is sore, I’m tired and more than sated after several rounds of sex, but I still want more.
“Tell me you need me,” Evan demands.
“I need you so bad,” I answer easily.
I come on a cry, and he tugs the plug free and slides his dick into me while my internal muscles are still quivering with release. This time he doesn’t fuck me roughly, instead he keeps his dick buried deep inside of me, then encourages me to fuck myself onto him with my ass in the air.
“Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” he goads, reaching beneath me to find my clit as I roll my hips and ride his cock. In this position, I manage to find the spot inside of me that makes me see stars almost instantly, and I bounce on his dick, hitting the same place over and over until I splinter and come with a guttural cry.
After he follows me over the edge, he pumps his hips and forces his cum deep.
“Thank you,” I rasp.
“I love you,” he says, slipping his dick free of me but forcing me to keep my ass in the air as he grabs a new plug from the dresser and pushes it into me.
When I collapse to the bed, he curls in behind me, being the big spoon to my little one. “Sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up in time to get ready.”
I don’t question it. I close my eyes and let sleep drag me under.