Impending Consent (Hearts Consent #3)

Chapter 1

S ailor.

“Why are you still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His low sultry rasp was melodic and vibrated through my skin. This man. Who knew.

“I don’t do overnight guests. That’s not my thing.” I smiled with my eyes still closed while he spread my legs with his body and sank into me.

Oh fuck. He’s a big guy.

My muscles constricted from the thick, hard dick that pressed into me. Soft warm lips met the curve of my jaw and peppered kisses up to my ear.

“I’m the exception, Sail.”

“Mmm, apparently, but don’t get too used to the idea. This won’t be a regular thing.”

“Well see about that,” he murmured seconds before he was fucking me nice and slow. Damn if these deep deliberate strokes weren’t a compelling argument as to why he would be the exception, only I didn’t do exceptions. I didn’t do anything other than enjoy my time and move on.

This man was definitely my Rival. My? He wasn’t my anything but his name, Rival, was certainly playing a role in my current state of blissful confusion. He was competing for a place in my life that would never exist. A permanent one.

God, Sail. Would it be so terrible to have this type of dick greet you every morning?

He chose that very moment to stroke me deep, so incredibly deep that my body shattered. How was that possible? Five minutes in and I was cumming.

“Wait, condom…” My eyes shot open and I was greeted with the most mesmerizing pair of brown eyes. The sunlight that filled my bedroom from the massive paneled windows highlighted flecks of brown and gold. Those eyes were intense and focused.

“Relax….”

He hit me deep once more and my orgasm intensified.

How the fuck did he do that?

“Don’t tell me to…oh fuck…” A wave of pleasure exploded in my core and traveled through my limbs. “Condom…” was all I managed to get out.

“I’m wearing one, Sail. Relax,” he assured me seconds before a thick, corded arm found its way beneath my thigh. The angle of his thrusts shifted and oh my…

I could feel him so deep. He was thick and long and…

His pace became strategic, his eyes narrowed while he studied my face. I couldn’t handle the intensity of his stare so I turned my head and closed my eyes while he fucked me with an expertise I was going to have to fight hard not to circle back to.

Rival growled and thrust one last time, hard and deep. My pussy contracted and pulsed, holding him hostage while he throbbed against my walls, soaring through his own release. I was grateful he hadn’t lied. There was a barrier there.

Oh, thank goodness.

How had I been so careless? Not only was he still here, but we were having sex. Albeit amazing, this wasn’t my thing. I didn’t do sleepovers and rarely ever double dipped, no matter how good the sex was.

As my body moved through the satisfaction of this man’s very talented dick, I smiled, thinking I might have to add a concession to my rules. Maybe I could circle back to him a few more times.

The weight of his body felt nice. I enjoyed the comfort of his presence which was odd. Usually after I came, my only thoughts were get off me and get out.

“We should probably have dinner later, to discuss a few things.” His lips brushed my forehead before he extracted his body from mine. I exhaled a sigh and turned to my side after he was no longer between my legs or in my bed.

I watched as he crossed the room with familiarity and entered the bathroom. After a few minutes he returned, still naked but no longer wearing a condom. However, he didn’t immediately go for his clothes. Instead he stood near the bed, allowing the perfect view of what had my body still tingly.

Long and thick, just like I expected. It hung heavy between his thighs and brought a smile to my face.

That’s a beautifully sculpted work of art, buddy.

“Sail…”

“Hmm…” I hummed, taking in the view a few seconds longer before my eyes moved up the trail of beautiful dark skin to find those intense eyes locked on me.

“Dinner, later, we need to talk.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s a no, I’m busy…” Lie. I wasn’t busy but might as well go ahead and douse these expectations now. The sex was amazing. He was done building the accent wall behind my bed and the one that took up one side of my living room. No point in allowing him to believe this was a thing.

“Change your plans or move some things around. We need to talk through what’s next.”

Wow, okay. No circling back to this one and that’s a shame because it was seriously top tier.

I threw the covers off my naked body and eased to the side of my bed, feeling the delicious reminders of how top tier he truly was. When I lifted to my full height and moved in front of Rival, angling my head back to reach his eyes, I arched one brow in question before repeating the end of his statement. “What’s next?”

“Yes, what’s next.”

My eyes lowered below his waist and he groaned with what I assumed was annoyance and eased away from me. He lifted a pair of gray briefs and stepped into them, followed by relaxed fit jeans which he didn’t bother fastening.

“I need to get home so I can shower and change. I have two consultations and a job I’m starting today. I’ll be done by six, seven at the latest. You can meet me at my home and I’ll cook. This is probably a conversation better had in privacy.”

“In privacy.” My eyes ballooned. Oh shit. “Do you have something? Do I now have something…”

He yanked a T-shirt over his head and adjusted the worn cotton around his torso. “If by something you mean an STD, then no, I’m clean and I would assume you are too.”

When he crossed the room and lifted his shoes, I followed, not caring at all that he was fully clothed and I was still very much naked.

“Of course I am. I get tested regularly and I never have sex without protection.”

“Good to know.” He smirked and proceeded to sit in the corner chair, working his feet into socks and a pair of shoes.

“Then why do we need to talk in private?”

“Because going over the details of our marriage in a public setting might not go over so well. You insisted multiple times that you were fine and knew exactly what you were doing but clearly you were drunk. Regardless, I’m not changing my mind.”

Marriage? Drunk?

He extended to his full height, placing him at least a foot taller, stepped to me, and gently wrapped a hand around the side of my neck. My body betrayed me and settled in a comfortable manner like this was a regular thing. Our thing. A round of annoyance spiked from my core. I attempted to back away but he managed to drop a kiss to my forehead before I could escape.

“Marriage? Maybe you’re the one that’s drunk because we’re not married.”

I jerked my left hand from my side and lifted it into view, wiggling my very bare fingers.

“No ring, buddy.”

He nodded nonchalantly. “I’ll remedy that later. Right now, I have to go or I’ll be late. Dinner, my place. Or should I say our place. It’s all in the prenuptial. You should probably read over that at some point before we meet later.”

I followed him out of my bedroom through the living room where he collected a cellphone and keys from the console table that lined the back of my sofa. My heart began to race. Was he serious? He couldn’t be serious. “What are you talking about?”

He exhaled a sigh as if annoyed. What the fuck is his deal? I watched him move to the kitchen and lift a stack of papers from the counter which he brought to me. “Read these and check your email. I have to go or I’ll be late.”

I yanked the documents from his hand and began scanning what appeared to be a prenuptial agreement. A very legitimate one.

“We’ll talk tonight,” he murmured as my door opened. Is he leaving? I rushed behind him but Rival stopped and turned a hard glare in my direction. His eyes swept my body from head to toe.

“You’re naked.”

“I’m aware.”

“We’ll talk later, Sail. Read the prenup and do not follow me out of that fucking door.”

A flash of anger traveled down my spine when he left my apartment and attempted to shut the door. My hand caught the edge just in time and when my foot met the tile outside my apartment, his hands were on me and I was lifted into the air.

The stack of papers left my hand and scattered to the floor. Rival had me locked around the waist by one arm and carried me to the sofa where I was not so gently deposited. Before I could move, he lowered his tall body, hovering over me, a scowl in place.

“Look, I get that you’re used to doing what the fuck you want and talking to people anyway you want, but as your husband, that shit wont fly with me, Sailor. The only man who owns the privilege of seeing you like this is me. I know a lot of what I’m saying at the moment isn’t registering, but you are my wife. We’re legally married. We’ll discuss the details later. Put some fucking clothes on before you leave the house or we’re going to have problems.”

His eyes leveled with mine and I opened my mouth to object but he met me with a kiss that felt far too familiar and intoxicating for me to think logically. When he pulled away, I blinked several times, trying to make sense of what the hell had just happened and then I heard the door close and the click of the door being locked.

When I could fully process again, I left the sofa, gathered the papers, and scanned them.

One year.

1456 Grand Cove Lane.

Half.

Half, shit. Half of my net worth?

I searched for the last page and sure enough there were two signatures. Sailor Addison and Rival Hassan.

I’d signed this, which makes it a legal contract.

But prenuptial didn’t mean marriage. What was I missing?

Rival’s words sounded in my mind. Check your email.

I hurried back to my room, grabbed a robe from the chair in the corner, and shoved my arms through the sleeves while I reached for my phone and quickly navigated to my email app. As soon as the thread was open, the third email listed had me throwing a hand over my mouth as I dropped to the side of my bed.

VirtualLoveLast.com

There was an email with an official copy of our marriage certificate, a video of the ceremony, and a statement that the hard copy of that certificate would be mailed within seventy-two hours.

What in the entire fuck?

I immediately called my sister.

“Hey Sail, I’m surprised you’re up?”

“Why would you be surprised that I’m up?”

“You were drunk as shit last night. Don’t you remember?”

“No, I don’t. I talked to you?”

“You sure did, called and asked if I wanted to come over and meet your new husband.”

“I said that?”

“Sure did, I talked to him too. He seemed nice enough but I’m sure he thinks you’re absolutely insane. Stick to wine, Sail. Brown liquor is not your friend. This feels like an episode of College Sailor,” my sister stated amusedly. She seemed completely unbothered by telling me I’d called and asked her to meet my new husband. Why would she not be alarmed and talk to him like doing so was a normal occurrence?

“What did he say?”

“Who?”

“Rival.”

“Oh, not much, apparently you were hiding in the bathroom, whispering to me about getting married, which by the way is insane. You must have been shitfaced, Sail, because there’s no way you would marry anyone. Anyway, you told him to say hi to his sister-in-law and must have shoved the phone at him because he introduced himself, said you were a little tipsy and that he would make sure you got to bed okay.”

“And you weren’t concerned.”

“About what?”

“Me being with some random guy who was offering to get me to bed safely.”

“You’re always with some random guy, Sail. Why would I be concerned? That’s kinda your thing.”

Damnit, she had a point. That was my thing but…

“I called him my husband, Sky. That’s not my thing.”

“Well no, that part isn’t but you were lucid enough and raving about how amazing the dick was. So amazing in fact that you were going to marry him. It wasn’t a literal thing and it was Rival so he wasn’t necessarily a stranger now that I think about it. He’s been in and out of your place for the past three months. You did a full background check on the guy before you let him start the job. Are you not remembering this?”

She was right. I had been telling my sister for the past couple weeks how I wanted to sleep with Rival but he refused, stating he didn’t mix business with pleasure. I assumed that meant he wouldn’t until the job was done. I almost fired the guy to expedite the situation of him in my bed but his carpentry skills were so great I knew I wouldn’t find anyone of his caliber to finish the job.

“Sky, I have to go.”

“Sailor, you sound weird, what’s wrong? Did this guy do something? Are you okay?” There was a hint of panic in her voice.

“No, he didn’t do anything…” Besides possibly marrying me. “…and yes, I’m fine. The night is just a bit fuzzy and I’m trying to piece things together.”

“Which doesn’t sound like you’re fine.”

“I am, I promise.” I forced a smile, praying the act filtered into my voice.

“Sail…”

“Sky, I’m good, stop stressing. Just had an interesting night. I need to shower and eat something so I can get my day started. I’ll see you at the office later, okay.”

“Did you forget? I won't be at the office. School function.”

“Oh shit that’s right. Okay well… kiss Skylynn and I’ll call you later.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m sure.”

I ended the call and flopped back on my bed, covering my face with my folded arms. This was not happening. This could not be happening. I married Rival Hassan through a virtual ceremony and he was taking this seriously. He referred to himself as my husband.

I was not his wife. I wasn’t anyone’s wife. I wasn’t wife material. I liked variety, freedom, and sex, lots of sex from whoever I wanted to get it from, whenever I wanted to get it. This could not be happening.

Wait, it wasn’t happening. Virtual wedding or not, didn’t matter if there was no marriage license. These sites were all scams so there was no way it was legitimate.

Oh thank goodness.

Georgia was definitely an in-person license state. There was no possible way we managed to get an in-person marriage license. I was drunk but not that damn drunk.

But you don’t remember what happened so yes you were that drunk, Sail.

No license meant no legal marriage, an invalid prenuptial, and I was not Sailor Hassan. Rival was not my husband.

Would that have been so terrible though?

Yes, it absolutely would be terrible. I don’t want to be married to him or anyone else regardless of how top tier the dick was.

I exhaled a sigh and sat up, looking around my room before my gaze drifted over my shoulder to my rumpled bed. A bed I’d shared with Rival last night and this morning.

This morning…

A smile spread across my face as I squeezed my thighs. I could still feel him. The dick was most certainly worth the panic that just ensued.

Maybe I could circle back…

No, definitely not.

I rolled my eyes and lifted from the bed, allowing the robe to slip from my body. Shower, breakfast, new sheets, then I was heading to work.

I dodged a bullet. No more brown liquor for me ever .