Bridesmaid for Hire

JESUS CHRIST, SHE’S SO FUCKING AMAZING.

From her delicious lips.

To her sweet taste.

To her tentative but also confident movements.

She makes me so fucking weak, so fucking needy that if she didn’t have a condom, I was going to cry.

Because I need to get inside of her body. I need to feel her wrapped around me, squeezing me so goddamn hard that I black out. I want to see stars. I want to know what it’s like to be completely taken over by Maggie Mitchell.

And because I’m one lucky motherfucker, she moves over my cock so I can position myself at her entrance. On a deep breath, she slowly slides down my length, and from the first moment of her sheathing me, I know immediately that nothing will ever beat this feeling.

Nothing.

Not the way she takes me in slowly.

Not the look of surprise and satisfaction on her face.

And not the light gasp that falls past her lips.

“Fuck,” I draw out as she takes me in, one painful inch at a time, but this is why I wanted her this way. So she could set the pace. So she could take her time and adjust to me. Because if I was in charge right now, I wouldn’t be able to hold back, not with the way she makes me feel.

She continues to take deep breaths and when she’s fully sitting on me, her hands fall to my pecs, her nails digging into my skin.

“Oh…my God,” she says as her eyes meet mine. Her teeth fall over her bottom lip, and she tugs on it, a smile pulling on the corner of her mouth.

Yeah, princess, it’s just as good for me.

I match that smile as she starts to rock her hips. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” I say as I slide my hands down her back, right to her ass. I grip it tightly, giving it a good squeeze and encouraging her to keep moving. I let the pads of my fingers indent into her skin, keeping her consistent as she rocks over me.

Her hair falls around us as she leans down, her breasts pressing against my chest while her mouth moves over mine. I drive my hands up her back and into her hair, keeping her head in place as I make out with her, my hips slowly pulsing into her.

She tastes so good.

She feels amazing in my arms.

And her reaction to my touch has me buzzing with need—aching to give her so much more.

Her lips release from mine on a long moan as she sits tall and places her hands on my stomach. Then she’s bouncing on top of me, her pace growing more intense.

Her tits spring beautifully in front of me, only spurring on my arousal as they move up and down, clashing together with her pace. I cup them gently as I rub my thumbs over her nipples. With a moan, she covers my hands with hers and forces me to squeeze her harder, so I do. I grip her tightly until I’m pinching her nipple.

“Oh God,” she groans as she moves faster over my cock, pumping me so goddamn hard that I feel my pulse go erratic. Loving her reaction, I pinch her nipple again, this time giving it a twist.

Her head dips forward as a beautiful moan leaves her lips.

“You like that, baby?” I ask and she nods.

So I do it again.

And again.

And again.

Until she’s practically shuddering under my touch.

And with each touch, every repeat, she offers me the same response, but each one grows more and more feverish until her breathing is unstable.

“You close?” I ask.

“So…close,” she says.

Needing more, needing that control when she comes, I flip her to her back and hover over her. Still connected, I thread her leg over my shoulder and hold her hips in place as I start pumping into her.

“Jesus, you’re so tight,” I say, my teeth pulling on my lip. “So goddamn good.”

Her hand trails over my pecs, across my nipples, and down my abs. It gives me that last push that I need as my balls tighten.

Shit, that was quicker than I wanted it to be.

“Babe, I—”

“Me…too,” she says right before her body stiffens and then shudders, convulsing around my cock. The feel of her pussy squeezing my length has the corners of the room turning black as my cock swells and I come, my orgasm ripping through me at such a catastrophic speed that there’s nothing but her pussy, squeezing me over and over again, until she finally starts to slow down.

As for me, I’m gone. Completely depleted as I slow my hips and then drop down on top of her where I cup her face and softly kiss her, parting her lips with my tongue. Her passionate kisses meet mine, but unlike a few moments ago, they’re languid, not rushed. We’re just enjoying each other.

She sighs into me, and I lift up to look her in the eyes. Still inside of her, I repeat, “I promise I won’t hurt you, Maggie.”

“I believe you,” she says as she cups the back of my head and kisses me again.

“Come here,” I say as I tug on Maggie’s hand, bringing her down onto the bed. She just finished getting ready for the night and when she tried to put on pajamas, I told her they were not allowed. She just smiled and started strutting around the bed until I tugged her into me.

She chuckles as I roll her to her back and prop myself up on my elbow so I can look her in the eyes. I brush her hair out of her face. “Did I do anything stupid today that I need to worry about tomorrow?”

“Well…” She wets her lips. “You slept with your best friend’s sister and I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to worry about telling said best friend about it.”

“That wasn’t stupid, that was smart.” I play with her already hard nipple.

She sighs and smirks up at me. “Very smart.”

I circle her nipple slowly. “What about with the Hoppers? Things are a little fuzzy up until I woke up on the boat.”

“Well, nothing that Hardy won’t laugh about later. But nothing in front of Reginald that I know of. He seemed madder that you scared his fish away than anything.”

“He should have been worried about neutering me.”

Her hand slides between us and she cups me gently. “That would have been very upsetting for me.”

“Careful,” I say with a raised brow.

“I could say the same thing about you and that wandering finger.”

“This one?” I ask as I swipe over her nipple, causing her chest to rise.

“Mmm, that one.”

“Maggie, don’t make that noise while you’re cupping me.”

“Why not?” she asks as she rolls my balls.

I take a few breaths as she gives them a light squeeze. Fuck. I start to get hard all over again. At this pace, we’re going to run out of condoms by the morning.

“You’re going to make me fuck you again.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” She grins and I swear it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“It is when I need to talk to you.”

“What do you need to talk to me about?” she asks as she moves her hand up to the base of my hardened cock. She wraps her fingers around it, causing a sweat to break out on my lower back.

“Earlier,” I gulp.

“What about earlier?” she asks, lightly pumping her hand up and down.

“Maggie,” I groan. “You can’t…not when we have to talk.”

She pauses. “Have to talk?”

“I just want to make sure everything is good between us,” I say. “We were interrupted when we were talking in the water, and well, I’m sorry that I hurt you the night of Gary’s wedding. I want you to know that. I’m really fucking sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing by pulling away before I let my feelings get the best of me. I had no idea that I would make you feel so terrible by doing that.” I bring my hand up to her face. “The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad about anything.”

Her eyes soften as she starts stroking me again. “So, what you said earlier, you meant all of it?”

“Of course I did,” I say. “I wouldn’t just say that to say it, Maggie.”

“I know but you were acting so strange and dazed from the motion sickness pills that I thought maybe, I don’t know, you didn’t mean it—that you were just saying things.”

I shake my head. “No. I meant every word. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt earlier. I’m sorry I let Gary get in my head. I should have done something about my feelings years ago. And instead of taking my feelings out on you by making your life miserable, I should have just confessed that in fact, I liked you so damn much that pushing you away, pretending to hate you, was easier.”

“So you never really hated me?” she asks, smirking.

“I mean, there were times where you were really fucking annoying…”

“Uh, you were just as annoying.”

“Never claimed to be innocent,” I say as I lean down and kiss her neck. She settles into the mattress, spreading her legs for me so I can slide a finger against her clit, loving how she’s already wet for me.

“This is dangerous,” she says as I run my fingers over her clit.

“What’s dangerous?” I ask.

“Us.” She spreads her legs wider, bringing one knee up to her chest. “This is too good. We’ll never leave this room.”

“Good,” I say as I move down her body and position myself between her legs. Right where I want her.

“What are you doing?” Maggie asks as I part the sliding screen door open and step out onto the deck.

“Care for a night swim?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to catch her checking out my ass.

“In the ocean or the pool?” she asks.

“Doesn’t matter. Both options leave you naked and wet in my arms.”

“I was going to put my bathing suit on.”

My brows come together in annoyance. “You’re not putting a bathing suit on. I told you, no fucking clothes.”

She chuckles. “Are you always this demanding?”

“Not demanding,” I counter. “Just particular.”

“Am I allowed to be particular?” she asks as she strolls over, completely naked. She has the most mouth-watering curves I’ve ever seen.

“Whatever you want, it’s yours…besides clothes.”

She laughs and puts a hand on my chest. My palm falls to her ass where I lightly squeeze it. More than a handful, just the way I like it.

“If I can be particular, then I never want you to shave this.” She runs her finger over my scruff. “It feels too good between my legs.”

“Consider it done,” I say. “Anything else?”

“Oh, I’m sure there will be more demand, but I do need to know something.”

“What is it?” I ask.

I watch a hint of insecurity fall over her expression. “This might seem counterintuitive to ask since you told me how you feel, but I need to know, just for my sanity…this thing between us, is it just sex for you?”

“No,” I answer as I take both of her hands in mine and lead her to the warmed plunge pool. I would love to dip in the lagoon, but I’m unsure of the temperature and I’m not here to have any shrinkage.

“What is it then?” she asks as she stops at the steps of the pool, but I sweep her up into my arms and bring her into the water with me.

Her arms swing around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist as I drift us to the middle of the pool, the moon reflecting off the water, giving us all the light we need.

“This is the start of something. Something special,” I answer her as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t ruin any sort of relationship I have with you or your brother over a vacation fuck, Maggie.”

The corners of her lips tilt up. “So, you want to continue this when we get back to San Francisco?”

“That’s my plan. I know you’re going to be busy, but I’d like to take you out on a date.” I slowly turn us in a circle, loving how she feels against me, so wet, so slippery. “I’d like to take you out on more than one date. I’d like to take you to Gary’s and watch him squirm as I hold your hand and kiss you on your neck.” She chuckles. “And I’d love to take you to my place, show you my apartment…show you my bed…” My hands slide up her side, right below her breasts.

“So you would like to date me.”

“Yeah, I would. Would you be okay with that?”

She leans in and kisses my lips, so soft, so featherlike. “I would very much be okay with that.”

“Good,” I say as I pull her to the side of the pool. I press her against the hard surface, pinning her in place and rubbing my erection against her clit. It’s pretty easy to get hard when you have a woman like this in your arms, and that’s exactly what happens. I feel like I’m a freaking teenager again, getting hard every goddamn second when I place my hands on her body.

I can’t help it.

She’s my dream woman. Everything I’ve ever wanted and now that we’ve crossed that line, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

She reaches between us and places my cock at her entrance.

“Maggie,” I say right before she slides down on it. “Oh…fuck.” I lose my breath from the way she feels surrounding me, completely bare.

“I want nothing between us,” she says. “Knowing you want more, that this isn’t just sex for you, I want that connection.”

My entire back tenses as well as my shoulders as she starts to ride me right here in the pool.

“But…fuck…are you…birth…control,” I grind out, unable to form full sentences.

“Yes,” she says, and that’s all I need. I grip her hips and move her over to the steps. When I’m settled and she has some leverage, I help her move up and down over my cock, the water between us sloshing around, creating a tidal wave in the pool.

I lean forward and bring one of her breasts into my mouth as she continues to grind against me, the feeling so goddamn surreal.

“I love how you play with my tits,” she says as her hands move to the back of my head. “Oh my God, Brody, you’re so good.”

I cup her breast now, bringing it to a point so when I nibble around her nipple, I have better access. Her hips slide over mine, her motion becoming quicker and quicker with every lick and suck I take of her breast.

I could spend all fucking day here, worshipping her chest.

But from the sound of her labored breath and the tension in my body, I’d say I don’t even have a minute. I bring her nipple into my mouth and grip it with my teeth, holding on as I continue to rock her over my lap, the friction starting to consume me.

“Yes, Brody,” she shouts when I clamp down a little tighter on her nipple. “Oh my God, more. Harder.”

Not sure where she wants it harder, but not wanting to hurt her, I focus on the rock of our hips. I lift her up then pull her down, driving my pelvis up. The combination is what we both need.

So I keep doing it.

Over and over again until she’s clawing at me, out of control.

“Yes, yes…yes,” she says as her head tilts back. “Brody, oh my God.”

Her pleas make me fucking insane as I pump into her, bringing my orgasm on strong, and when she tenses and falls over the edge, her pussy contracting around me, that’s all it takes. My orgasm rips through me at such a powerful force that I actually forget how to breathe.

It takes a few seconds but when we both slow down and finally make eye contact, I watch her cover her mouth in shock.

“What?” I ask, chuckling.

She presses her forehead against mine. “Brody, I was so loud.”

I rub my hands along her back. “It was hot.”

“I just woke up half of the resort.”

“Fingers crossed you woke Daddy Reggie out of his REM sleep.”

She laughs and plants her hands on my chest before sighing. “You make me crazy.”

“Same, Maggie.”

When her eyes meet mine again and she smiles, I know I’m falling for this girl.

All it took was that little smirk and my heart tripped over itself, trying to catch up with this sensation. She’s more than what I could have ever asked for, and I’m not losing that. I’m not losing her.

Wearing a pair of athletic shorts, I tiptoe out of the bungalow and to the edge of the patio where the water is gently lapping around the poles that hold up the whole structure.

I stare down at my phone before looking back at where Maggie is sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in the sheets, reminding me of everything we did last night.

Yeah, I have to make the call.

Although I would prefer a text, this warrants more.

Taking a deep breath, I sit down beside the pool, then find Gary’s number and press call, trying not to worry about what he might say.

The phone rings three times before he answers. “Hey, man. How’s it going? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

I tug on my hair. “Yeah, sorry about that. You know I’ve been out of town for work.”

“Doesn’t give you an excuse to not talk to your main man.”

I chuckle. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Where are you anyway? You never said.”

Well…here goes nothing.

“The work trip was last minute, but I’m in Bora-Bora.”

“Bora-Bora?” he asks. “That’s so weird. My sister is there right now on vacation.”

Yeah, imagine that.

“I came for my boss’s daughter’s wedding. I actually ran into Maggie. She’s here at the same resort.”

Same bungalow.

Same bed.

“Really? And the world didn’t explode when you two ran into each other? That’s surprising. I would have at least thought the earth would shake.”

I chuckle nervously. “There was some minor shaking.” Especially last night.

“I’m sure. Well, that’s cool. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

Immensely, especially last night. I actually enjoyed myself four times.

“Yeah, it’s been a good time,” I say.

“Cool. I’m guessing you haven’t caught any of the Rebels games then. Have you checked the scores? Dude, last night, Paige threw a shout-out. They took the lead in their division. I can smell another playoff season. Get your potato salad ready.”

“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” I say, but my voice is lackluster, and he can hear it.

“Pretty cool? Uh, why aren’t you more excited? Didn’t you hear me? We’ll be having celebratory potato salad this fall.”

Heard you loud and clear, Gare Bear.

But I’m currently nauseated at the prospect of having to tell you that I fucked your sister four times last night—well, we don’t have to give him those exact details.

“Um, Gary, I have to tell you something.” I glance back into the bungalow where I catch Maggie lifting up from the bed, stretching her arms over her head, her tits so fucking mouthwatering.

“What do you have to tell me?” he asks.

“Well, you know how I ran into Maggie?”

Silence meets my ear, and I can actually taste my pulse from how hard it’s beating.

“Yeah…” he sounds doubtful.

I push my hand through my hair, trying to figure out a way to say this. “Well…uh…” My words tumble away, leaving empty air between us.

I don’t know what to say.

He’s quiet because he probably knows what I’m trying to say.

The silence is so deafening that I nearly puke.

And just as I’m about to buck up and tell him that I kissed—well, more than kissed—his sister, he says, “I swear to God, Brody, if you fucked my sister—”

Yup, he guessed it right.

I wince. “It’s not like that.”

“What do you mean it’s not like that?” he yells. “Holy shit, did you actually fuck her?”

I grip my hair tighter. “I mean…yes, but it’s not like a vacation thing,” I say quickly.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he continues to yell. “I told you to leave her the hell alone. Years ago. I told her she wasn’t for you.”

“I know, and I listened,” I say, grateful he hasn’t hung up on me. “I fucking listened despite not wanting to, but then, when I saw her here, it was like all those feelings I had for her came flooding back—”

“Feelings?” he asks, his voice so confused, it’s almost comical. “You have feelings for my sister?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’ve had them for a while. I’ve liked her for years and well, we ended up having to pretend we were dating—long fucking story. But we’re sharing a bungalow and well…I tried, man, I really fucking tried, but I couldn’t keep lying to myself. I like her. I want to date her. I want something with her.”

There’s silence on the other line again. So much silence that I lift my phone from my ear to see if he hung up.

“Gary, you there?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, sounding distant. “So let me get this straight. You’ve had a thing for my sister, like an actual thing, not some stupid carnal attraction, but something deeper that warrants you wanting to take her out on a date?”

“Yes,” I answer. “I like her, Gary. I have pretty strong feelings for her, and I’m telling you because I think you deserve to know. I’m not looking for your permission or blessing because it wouldn’t matter. I wouldn’t be able to step away. There is a strong bond between us, and I want to see where that goes.”

Maggie opens the sliding glass door, wearing one of my T-shirts as she walks over to me. I take her hand and pull her down next to me before draping my arm over her shoulder.

“I… How… When? Is this real?” Gary asks.

I chuckle and look Maggie in the eyes. “It’s very real, Gary. I can fill you in on the details later, but yeah, I’m dating your sister and just thought you should know.”

Maggie smiles up at me. I lower the phone and put it on speaker so Maggie can hear too.

“That’s it? You’re not going to see if it’s okay with me?” he asks. “What about my feelings?”

“Shouldn’t your feelings not matter? Should you just be happy for your best friend and sister?” Maggie says, probably startling the shit out of Gary, which only makes me chuckle more.

“Maggie?” he asks.

“Yes, Gary.”

“But isn’t it the morning there…”

Jesus, Gary. I just told you we’re sharing a bungalow.

“It is,” Maggie says. “And if you’re wondering if we spent the night together, the answer is yes.”

“Gary,” I sigh. “I told you, we’re sharing a bungalow.”

“And we also did it four times last night,” Maggie adds.

I scowl at her, which makes her giggle.

“I…I feel like I’m going to throw up,” Gary says.

“A fair reaction,” I say. “This is probably a lot for you so I’m going to let you process and when I get back, we can talk more about it if you want, but it’s happening. I just thought I owed you the favor of telling you.”

“Yeah, thanks.” He’s quiet again and then asks in a sheepish voice, “Do you like her more than you like me?”

“Oh my God, Gary,” Maggie bemoans.

“No, Gary,” I answer. “You’re always my number one.” As I say this, I shake my head, looking at Maggie, making her cover her mouth and chuckle.

“Okay, yeah, thanks for that.” He sounds so defeated. “I appreciate the honesty. Thanks, man.”

“Of course. And hey, when I get back, let’s grab something to eat, just you and me.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll talk to you later, man.”

“Bye, Gary,” Maggie says into the phone before I hang up.

I set my phone down on the deck and Maggie pushes me to my back before straddling me. “Oh my God, you told my brother.”

I smile up at her. “I told you I was fucking serious. Nothing is going to get in the way of being with you, not even Gare Bear.”

“Ew, don’t call him that,” she says as she starts rocking over my lap.

I place my hands behind my head. “Whatever you say. You’re the boss of me now.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she says as she lifts up, pushes my shorts down, and then props my cock at her entrance. She sinks down on top of me and my entire body melts as she starts riding, right here on the deck where anyone could see us.

Yup…my fucking dream girl.