Taking Back His Bride Page 5

  We’re in our old living room, on the old couch, curled up in front of the fireplace the way we used to be. There’s no Netflix movie we’ve seen a million times playing now though. No distractions. Tonight, it’s just her and I.

  “So…”

  Leanna arches a brow at me, looking both adorable and entirely fuckable curled up on the couch facing me with her legs tucked under her. The cute look on her face and the curled-up pose is the adorable part. The fact that she’s just wearing my dress shirt and that with her legs like that, I’m completely distracted by the fact that I can see a little peek of her pussy and one nipple is the fuckable part.

  I growl and move towards her, but she giggles, pushing me back and wagging a finger in my face.

  “Uh-uh, hang on cowboy. I want answers first.”

  “First?”

  She grins. “Hands off until you tell me about that helicopter and this suit you’re wearing.”

  I growl, a grin of my own spreading over my face. “This feels like extortion.”

  She just shrugs, biting her lip as she smiles at me in that way that has my heart beating out of my chest. She sticks her tongue out at me playfully as she opens the shirt quickly, giving me a full flash of her nudity before yanking it back closed and giggling.

  “Maybe. But too bad.”

  I chuckle, shaking my head before I sit back against the couch in just the pair of boxers I’m in.

  “It was your lawyer that called me, back when I was still on the rig. We’d missed a few days talking with me being on the night schedule and you trying to lock down those interviews. And after four days, that’s when I got the call.”

  Her mouth purses shut, and there’s a fire in her eyes. “You know that wasn’t my lawyer, right?”

  I smile. “Well, yeah. Now I do.”

  “How…” she shakes her head, looking away as a tear rolls down her cheek. “You really thought I’d just leave you? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Leanna,” I growl, my jaw clenching. “I called. I called a million times, and it never went through. Eventually, I figured out that your number had blocked mine. My emails bounced back too. There was nothing. I called that lawyer another million times too, but I got nothing out of him. Just that you were filing for divorce and there was another guy. A week later, I got the papers in the mail. I called the guy back and told him I refused to sign them, and a week after that, I got new ones with the finalized divorce, pushed through by a judge in my absence and ‘failure to comply.’”

  I growl, shaking my head.

  “I know now that those papers, both sets, were bullshit.”

  Leanna wipes at her eyes, and I groan as I pull her close, hugging her to my chest.

  “You thought I’d leave you?” I say quietly.

  “It was from your email!” She moans, shaking her head. “And your phone blocked mine, or something. I called and called, and it wouldn’t go through. Same with emails or texts or anything. I even wrote you real letters, and they came back returned. Eventually, my dad even had pictures of the two of you.”

  I flinch like I’ve been hit, the snarl curling on my lips.

  “Pictures?”

  “You and this cute brunette girl in a bikini, on a beach somewhere. Taken by a private eye or something that my dad hired.”

  “There’s no girl, angel,” I mutter. “No beach, no bikini. It’s bullshit. Probably photoshopped. The divorce papers were bullshit too. One of your father’s assistants who’d just been fired called me two days ago and told me everything.”

  She swears under her breath, holding me close. “I—I can’t believe he…” she shakes her head.

  Her father, Philip. The man never liked me. Actually, “not liking me” would have been an improvement. No, I was trash to him. Working class. A roughneck piece of shit that had no business going anywhere near his daughter, much less marrying her. He made that clear as day, constantly. I knew it was at least part of the reason he got me the job on the rig through his company. But I also saw the potential for real money there, to be able to give his daughter the life she deserved.

  But this is too far. He fucked with our lives. He tried to destroy our love and our happiness. And for that, he’s going to pay, that I can promise.

  But later. For now, again, it’s just her and I, reconnecting. Remembering.

  We hold each other for another few minutes, fingers just stroking skin.

  “So, the helicopter?”

  I chuckle. “O’Neil Enterprises?” A proud grin spreads over my face. “That, angel, is what happens when you divorce me.”

  She chokes out a laugh. “Excuse me?”

  “When you left—”

  “I didn’t—”

  “Okay, when I thought you’d left me, there was a rage and this fire in me I’d never known. I could have turned to drinking or drugs, or women, but none of that ever appealed to me. Instead, I turned to business.”

  I tell her how I quit the rig the week after I got the papers, and how a few of the guys I’d been working with quit with me. I told her about the bank loan I had no business getting, and how I used it to fund my first minerals survey. That first survey, miraculously, paid out, and when me and my fledgling, four employee business sold the rights to a big mining company for a huge profit, we just went from there.

  Turns out, this roughneck laborer had a latent talent for business. And all the training I got on the rig with some of the old-timer drillers and surveyors taught me everything I needed to know. And I got real good at what we did. In the last year, we’ve just kept rolling profit into new surveys, new people, and new tech, and at the moment, O’Neil Enterprises is the leading mineral and resource deposit surveying firm in the world.

  “So, that’s where the helicopter and that suit you were wearing very well came from.”

  When I’m done, I sit back, pleased with myself. Leanna blinks, her jaw dropped and this warm red glow on her face. It takes me a second to realize it’s admiration.

  “Holy. Shit. Baby!” She grins, jumping into my arms. “Are you kidding me?”

  I smile. “Nope.”

  She kisses me fiercely before suddenly stopping and pulling away. “Look, you do know that I don’t need any of that stuff, right? That I’d have the happiest life in the world being broke here with you in this house?”

  “I do know that.”

  And I do. But this was for both of us. I knew Leanna was good with nothing. But there was no stopping that fire inside of me—the blaze that pushed me to go higher and dream bigger. I built this new life for me—for us—to prove that I could.

  “Angel, we can stay right here. We can live in this house and be happy and just screw and watch movies all day.”

  “Um, yes please?”

  I laugh, pulling her close. “Say the word, and I’m retired.”

  I watch her think about it for a second before she shakes her head. “No. This company of yours… you built something huge, Brooks. With your bare hands. And that’s important. And I wouldn’t want you to quit that for me, just like I know you’d never ask me to quit my career.”

  I shake my head, kissing her softly before I frown. “Well, wait, does that douchebag from the restaurant work with you?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”

  “Forget what I said. You need to quit.”

  She laughs, knowing I’m kidding, just like I know that tool-bag never was competition for me. Leanna cuddles into me, snuggling against my chest as the fire in the fireplace crackles and snaps.

  “Wait, so, just so I know… I mean, you’re buying private helicopters and all.” She bites her lip as she turns to look up at me. “Just how much is this company bringing in for you?”

  “For us, you mean?”

  She blushes, nodding. I lean in and whisper in her ear, and when the string of sailor-swears tumbles from her lips as she whirls and jumps into my lap, I just laugh and hold her tight.

  Yeah, it’s a fuckload of zeroes.

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bsp; She giggles, throwing her arms around me and peppering my face with kisses. “I can’t believe you built this by yourself!”

  “I had some help, a few guys quit the rig with me and—”

  “I saw the name O’Neil on that helicopter, baby,” she purrs, arching a brow as her lips curl into a smile. “That says it all.”

  I grin, allowing myself the smugness as she wraps her body around my waist and settles on my lap.

  “And I am very proud to call myself Mrs. O’Neil, you know,” she purrs into my ear.

  I suddenly realize my dress shirt has slipped open, and I can feel the hardness of her nipples and softness of her breasts dragging over my chest. There’s a heat between her legs that I can feel against my thickening cock through my boxers, and when my hands suddenly grab her ass, she gasps before she hungrily kisses me.

  “You got your helicopter questions answered,” I growl.

  She whimpers. “Guess that means you’d like something in return? Isn’t that how extortion works?”

  “Something like that,” I growl, shoving my boxers down and letting my thick, fully erect and rock-hard cock press hotly against her slippery pussy. “But I think I’ve got everything I need or want right here.”

  I raise her up, and when she sinks down, my thickness easing into her impossibly tight, velvety cunt, the moan of pleasure from her lips melts into my ears.

  9

  Leanna

  My brain is still hazy, my eyes still half-closed as the morning light glows through my eyelids. And when I feel the heat of him against my bare back, a smile spreads wide across my lips.

  God, I missed this.

  I missed everything about him, of course. The sex, obviously, and his love, and the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman on earth. I missed the smell of him, and the feel of his hands. I missed that laugh, that voice, those eyes… literally all of what makes Brooks who he is.

  But this? Waking up slowly with his arms around me holding me tight? This might take the cake.

  He has it all now. The company he founded barely a year ago is enormous in the energy and minerals field, and the amount he’s personally worth now is absolutely jaw dropping. Again, none of that matters to me, but it’s a reality. And with him having thought I’d left him like he thought I did, and with his new money and resources, and with him being absolutely gorgeous, there’s a part of me that knows he could have gone out and had any other woman in the world he wanted.

  Or hell, several of them.

  And yet, he didn’t, and that I believe, absolutely. Maybe it’s the same reason I could never bring myself to touch or even think about touching another man, even with the way I thought he’d left me.

  Brooks could have had anyone, and he didn’t. And on top of that, here he is, with me. The smile stretches my lips hugely, and I bite at the bottom one, feeling the flush wash over me as I snuggle back into his thickly muscled arms and powerful, warm chest.

  “You’re the one thing I wanted.”

  His voice startles me, as I didn’t even know he was awake. I half turn to see his piercing blue eyes searing into me, like he’s just read my freaking thoughts with those eyes.

  “Everything else…” he trials off, frowning and shaking his head. “Everything else was nothing without you.”

  His arms tighten, and when he pulls me into him, I twist my head even more to let his lips find mine. He groans into the kiss, his body moving against mine as I whimper softly and taste his tongue with mine. He growls, and when I feel his already half-hard cock nestled against my ass start to thicken and pulse, I tremble in anticipation.

  Okay, I lied. Waking up next to him might be tied with the sex in terms of what I missed.

  His arms move, his hand sliding over my body as he keeps me pinned to his grooved, chiseled body, kissing me deeply. He cups my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples into hard, aching points as I gasp into his lips. One hand pushes down my body, over my tummy, tickling my bellybutton before sliding even further down. His thick middle finger nudges over my hard, tingling clit, rolling it slowly as I melt into him.

  “I want this,” he growls—not tenderly, but in this animalistic, primal way that lights my blood on fire and has my core tightening with want for him.

  “Take it,” I hiss back into his lips. “Because it’s all yours.”

  He groans, kissing me deeply before suddenly, I gasp as I feel his hand slide to my ass. He grips me tight, his hand moving down to the back of my thigh as he pushes my top leg forward. He shifts against me, and when I feel the hot, swollen head of his fat cock nudge between my thighs and tease against my lips, my breath catches.

  “This sweet little pussy was always mine, angel,” he purrs roughly into my ear.

  One hand teases a nipple, his finger circling the rosy bud as electricity tingles through me. The other hand grips my thigh tightly, pushing the leg forward and opening me up for his big cock. I’m so fucking wet that as he pushes against me, the big head of his dick easily slips between my lips. And I moan.

  “This pussy was always mine,” he growls, his voice even rougher as he feels the slick heat of my pussy opening for him. “And now, it’s time to remind this little kitty just how mine it is.”

  He rolls his hips forward, and as a few inches of his gorgeous cock slide into me, my jaw drops and my breath catches.

  Oh God, he feels so fucking good.

  I whine in pleasure as Brooks groans behind me, feeding me more of his thick cock as he inches it deeper and deeper into my slit. He grunts, fingers tightening on my skin as he drives his cock deeper, his thick head spreading me wide as my lips stretch obscenely around his huge girth. I cry out, moaning and whimpering as he pushes in, until finally I can feel his abs against my ass.

  “Mine,” he hisses in my ear, making me gasp as he slowly eases back out. I whimper when he stops with just the head pulsing inside of me, because I remember this trick of his—where he leaves me clawing at my sanity, wet as all hell just waiting for him to plunge back in and fuck me again.

  He waits.

  And waits

  And waits, until, with a desperate moan, I try and push back against him. But it’s futile with how strong he is, and he knows it. He chuckles, knowing he’s teasing me and driving me crazy with need for him as he feels me squirm against him as my eager pussy leaks my arousal all over his cock head.

  “You fucking tease,” I groan.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I tease you,” he murmurs into my ear. “And don’t pretend this tight little cunt doesn’t get dripping wet when I do.”

  I whimper as he pushes in just a tiny bit, giving me just the smallest glimmer of hope before he stops, making me cry out in desperate need for him.

  “Brooks,” I whimper, turning my head and locking my eyes on him. “Please.”

  His jaw twitches, his eyes blazing as I drop my voice into the sultry range that I know drives him wild. My blue eyes burn into his, and I rake my teeth over my bottom lips, sucking it gently as I squeeze his cock with my inner walls.

  “Please fuck me?”

  Any other time, and I know damn well he’d keep teasing me. But after all we’ve been through, and after all this time without?

  …Teasing can fucking wait.

  I see Brooks’ eyes flash, I feel his muscles coil, and then suddenly, he’s driving into me to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

  I cry out, screaming in pleasure as his fat cock plunges into me, stretching me wide around him as he fills me to the absolute brim. He groans, pulling back and then plunging back in, his face darkening as the beast inside of him takes over.

  And fuck, it’s exactly what I want.

  His hands dig into my skin, yanking me back to meet his powerful thrusts as he buries his cock balls-deep in my eager pussy on every thrust. Our mouths crash together, and one of his big hands slides up to palm my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I writhe in pleasure against him.

  Our tongues duel, our lips l
ock, and I can feel his heavy balls slapping against me on every big thrust of that heavenly cock of his.

  “Goddamn, I missed how fucking wet this greedy little pussy gets,” he groans into my lips, roaring as he plunges his throbbing cock deep into me.

  “Only for you,” I gasp, trembling as he starts to fuck me harder, and deeper, like he’s truly claiming me as we moan together.

  “All of me is only for you,” he groans back, kissing me hungrily as we start to move faster.

  My breath comes fast, my moans coming in short, staccato “Oh! Oh! Oh!”s as his muscled body slams into my tight little ass. His thick cock plunges in to the hilt on every thrust, his balls slapping my clit and his fingers and his mouth on my skin pushing me higher and higher, until I know I’m going to explode.

  “Oh fuck, Brooks!”

  “I want you to, angel,” he grunts, plunging his cock in and out of my slick, eager pussy. “I want you to come all over this fat cock for me. Gimme that sweet pussy cum, baby. Gimme that cream. I want your cum dripping off my balls before I empty them inside of you. I want your honey all the fuck over me before I give you every drop of my cum.”

  I cry out, losing the ability to talk and just whimpering and mumbling out my pleasure. His Greek-god body grinds into me, coiling and tensing against my slick skin as he fucks me over and over and over again, until we’re both crashing past the point of no return.

  “Fuck me! I scream, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure starts to explode through my whole body. “Brooks—!”

  “Come for me, angel,” he hisses right into my ear. His lips and teeth move to that tender spot he knows about, and when I feel him bite down and suck, I lose it.

  “Come all over my big cock, Leanna.”

  The whole world goes white and hot for a second, and then, I’m coming. And I’m coming hard. The orgasm wrenches its way out of me, exploding through every fiber of me as I scream his name and shatter. I can feel my slick walls tightening even more around his pumping cock, squeezing him tight and milking him as I quiver and tremble. And suddenly, he roars as he joins me.