9. Kayla
NINE
KAYLA
The wedding reception is bustling. But through it all — the dinner, the dancing, the endless canapés — I can feel Victor’s eyes on me.
By the time Becca and Russell have done their dance, I’ve just about melted into a puddle. Because every time I cast a glance towards him, there’s a blazing, steely blue gaze staring straight back at me. Making heat tingle exactly where it shouldn’t.
Making me think about exactly what we’re going to be doing later tonight.
I wonder how obvious this is to everyone on the dance floor. He’s hardly trying to hide it, but I suppose there’s enough going on that no one notices. Maybe it’s unlikely enough that Becca’s silver fox father would be staring at little old me that no one suspects it.
It takes a long time to escape the group photos, singalongs and dancing. Just when I think I’m ready to escape the dance floor, the crowd forms around me before I realize what it means.
Becca is getting ready for the bouquet toss.
If there’s one thing years of high school softball have taught me, it’s how to catch. I keep my eyes on the bouquet the whole time from when it leaves her hands, following its path.
The bouquet lands in my hands and I raise it up, triumphant.
If only Becca knew who I was thinking of as I imagine walking down the aisle…I’m not sure she would pull me into such a squealing, ecstatic hug.
“It totally will be you! You deserve the best, Kayla.” She points at where Robert is standing and I roll my eyes. At least he has received the message that I’m not interested, even if Becca is still trying to set us up. She means well.
I squeeze Becca back. “I’m so happy for you,” I tell her. I mean it. Whatever happens, I’m lucky to have her as my best friend.
I shoot a look over my shoulder and Victor meets my eyes with a grin and a silent thumbs up. My stomach fizzes in excitement.
I know that it’s ridiculous to imagine marrying him…but I really can’t see myself with anyone else.
When Becca and our friends finally release me, I head for the entrance and know that Victor is close behind.
His hand finds mine as we walk along the dark path back to the guest houses.
“Nice catch.”
I nudge his side. “I hope you’re not feeling any pressure.”
He grabs my elbow and stops walking, looking down at me and taking both my hands in his. “I would marry you tomorrow, Kayla.”
I make a face. “You’ve got to stop saying things like that.”
“I’m serious. Kayla, look at me. All of this is real. I want you. I want to start a life with you.”
I glance at his handsome face and let myself imagine it, for a second. If he really is serious…it would be a dream come true.
“I just worry about what people would think.”
He pulls me tight against his chest, taking a deep breath with his face buried in my hair. “I know. I was worried, too.”
“And how did you stop worrying?”
“I realized that you’re worth more to me than whatever they think about us.”
Oh my God.
His words settle in my stomach with certainty.
I let out a sob against his chest. “Did I just make you cry?”
I nod, sniffling, and he tilts my head back to look at my face. “Kayla, I—” He sounds panicked.
“No, it’s good crying. You’re right, Victor. That’s all. Ignore me, I cry at silly stuff all the time.”
“Was what I said silly?”
I shake my head and stand on my tiptoes to press a kiss against his stubbly lips. “Not at all.”
He’s right.
This thing between us is new and maybe it’s crazy.
But what’s important is how we feel, right now. Everything else will follow.
* * *
There’s a pang of sadness in my stomach as I look up at Victor in the morning light. I’m lying with my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around my shoulder.
I can hear the rush of the ocean outside, the squawk of the parakeets in the trees, and I know it’s going to be another perfect day. Even if it is the final one.
“I’m sad that it’s our last day. I love it here.”
He stares at me for a few seconds, nodding his head, deep in thought.
“What if we didn’t go back?”
I’m so surprised that my eyebrows practically leave my forehead. “What do you mean?”
Victor tightens his arm around my shoulders.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m very comfortable right here.”
I feel his thick cock pressing against me, ready to enter me again.
Aren’t men supposed to need time to recuperate after sex? It feels like Victor could keep filling me with cum all day long, without slowing down for a break.
“You want us to stay here? For how long?”
I do like it here. But this is madness. We can’t just stay on vacation — or maybe Victor can, but I can’t.
“Until you’re pregnant.”
He runs his hand over my lower stomach and it sends a fizz of excitement up my spine.
It’s crazy how much I want it.
“I have a job,” I say slowly. “They’re not just going to let me stay on leave forever.”
He shrugs. “I have money.”
“But—”
“Just think about it, Kayla. We can take this one step at a time. But it’s a conversation we were always going to have once you were pregnant. Why not talk about it now?”
I know he’s right. But still.
I take a deep breath and raise my eyes to meet his. I knew Victor was taking this seriously, but I struggle to trust that he really wants to start a life with me.
“You’d really just…support me like that?”
Victor strokes a slow, soothing hand down my spine. “Of course.”
I don’t know what to say. I just kiss him.
I want him, and I want to stay here with him…
but it’s taking a while for my brain to catch up to what is happening.
This is new, and it’s confusing, and I have to take a beat to stop myself from being overwhelmed by what we’re doing.
Victor has been great at taking his time with me and letting me know there’s no pressure.
But as he rocks his hips against me, letting me feel exactly how hard he is, I know one thing that I do want.
I grind myself against him, loving the feeling of his rock hard length pressing against my pussy lips.
“Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you again?”
I nod, my face flaming, as Victor manhandles me. He pushes me onto the bed, so I’m facedown in the pillows while he mounts me from behind.
I’m pinned beneath his muscled, heavy thighs as he pushes his thick cock inside me.
I let out a low, helpless moan at the sensation. From this angle, he feels shockingly big, and he can fuck me as hard as he wants. I can’t move anywhere. He’s just using me like a toy.
The first proper thrust knocks the air out of my lungs.
On instinct, I move forward with the thrust, absorbing some of the impact by gripping the headboard.
He braces himself with his hands on my waist, pushing me deeper into the mattress.
“Stop moving yourself away,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to fuck that fertile pussy nice and deep, with every thrust hitting your cervix.”
I whimper in anticipation as he gives another rough thrust. The shockwave of it travels through my whole body, but the sensation is addictive.
“And you’re going to stay right where I put you like a good girl. Aren’t you?”
I nod my head, my cheeks burning as shame and lust mingle inside me.
I don’t know why I love it so much when he treats me like this, but it makes my pussy weep with moisture.
I know he can feel it, sliding deeper inside me and letting out a hiss as the tell-tale signs of an orgasm start to curl my toes.
“Now beg me for it.”
“Please breed me,” I gasp into the pillows. “Fuck me hard and deep and fill me with cum. I can take it. I want you to put a baby inside me.”
He slams himself inside me again with a groan of satisfaction, slapping my ass for good measure.
“Oh yes, baby. You’re such a good breeding slut, the way you just lie there and take my cock.”
Victor gets into a rhythm now, and the relentless pounding is enough to send me over the edge. He fucks me through my orgasm, as I sob with pleasure beneath him on the bed.
When I’m done, he pulls my hair, tugging my head back towards him. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside me,” I whimper.
“Good girl. Just let yourself admit it, baby. Why do you want me to cum inside you?”
“Because I want you to breed me. I need that load inside me.”
“Mmm. Because you’re a breeding slut.”
“Please,” I gasp as I feel him increase in intensity. He explodes inside me and the rush of hot cum feels so good that it makes me twist my hands in the sheets and orgasm around his cock again.
“That’s it, baby. You were made to milk this cock with that tight pussy.”
When he pulls out, I feel the rush of warm cum spill out of me. We’ve been fucking all morning — this is the third load that I’ve taken.
And still, I can’t stop craving more. When Victor’s cock isn’t inside me, I immediately need it again. This empty, needy ache starts up inside me and I have to have him.
He’s right. I am a breeding slut. I’m insatiable when it comes to this.
I can’t imagine going back to my normal life right now, not with what he’s offering.
That we could stay here, in paradise, for as long as we want.
That we could stay here until I’m pregnant with his child.