Page 3 of Accidentally Marrying the Best Man

CHARLOTTE

L it only by the warm glow of bedside lamps, the space beyond the bed in Nick's enormous bedroom is shrouded in shadows. The faint scent of cedarwood mixes with the subtle floral notes of my perfume, and I feel like I’ve stepped into a half-remembered dream.

I’ve never been in this room. I’ve barely been beyond the entrance of Nick’s house. One time I dropped off some stuff from Jay that he’d left in my car by mistake, and that was a super quick visit. Now I realize I might move in here.

Since Nick wants the total package, I assume we’re going to live together. And my apartment is nice, but it’s not luxurious-large-space nice, like this house.

I sit on the edge of the bed, heart hammering in a way I hadn’t expected on my wedding night. My leg twitches, and if I could reach the floor from this soft king-sized bed, my foot would tap it.

Married to Nick King. Technically, the wrong brother, and yet this feels so right.

Quiet music plays from hidden speakers. Instrumental jazz, I think.

Nick enters the room, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, glancing up at me with those amber, unreadable eyes that always seem to know more than they let on. “You okay?” His voice is rough, but it caresses my skin. Heats it.

I bite my lip, warring with the flood of nerves and yearning that surge through me. “Yeah. I think so.” I tug at the skirt of my dress, suddenly aware that Nick will see me naked tonight. Will he like my body?

And then I realize I’ll see him naked, too, and heat rushes to my pussy. I clench my thighs to keep from whimpering.

He reaches out, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch light but deliberate.

“Charlotte,” he says, stepping closer, voice dropping an octave. “We don’t have to rush things. I can wait if you’re not ready to have our wedding night now.”

I swallow hard. For so long I’ve shrouded my feelings for him in sarcasm and distance, afraid to hope, afraid to be seen as more than the girl who’s been around forever but never counted.

Now, here he is, close enough to catch the heat in my eyes, the flutter of my pulse, and not retreating.

I’m definitely having my wedding night tonight.

“I—” My voice breaks on the word, throat tight.

What am I even trying to say? That I’ve loved him since I was thirteen, before I knew the difference between infatuation and love?

I hoped the feeling would go away, but every glance, every smile, every laugh he shared with me only bound me closer to him.

Even I know that’s too much to share with someone.

Too much of an emotional burden. And that’s something I will never be. A burden.

Instead, I lean into the touch he offers.

Nick slides his hand down and cups the side of my face. His thumb brushes lightly over my cheek, warm and steady, grounding me when I feel like I might fall apart.

“I’ve known you forever and yet, it feels like I never knew you at all,” he says, every word deliberate, low.

“You knew me as a girl.”

“But now you’re a woman.”

Heat curls in my stomach. I want to say something smart-alecky, like I usually do when I feel too much around Nick. But the knot in my throat stops me. Instead, I slide my hand up his arm, feeling the taut muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt.

He leans in slower this time, just a ghost of a kiss on my temple, then in the hollow between my ear and jaw. Electric, teasing, and heartbreaking all at once.

“Charlotte,” he murmurs, voice thick with something I can’t identify, “You’re so beautiful. When I walked into that small room and saw you in this dress, my heart stopped for a moment. I’m so turned on right now, I ache for you.”

The honesty surprises me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I swallow hard, the fragile shield I’ve carried for so long falling away piece by piece.

“I want you, too,” I whisper, voice trembling. “And I’m terrified.”

“Good.” His hand moves from my cheek down to grip my waist firmly. “Because the best things in life are worth being terrified over.”

His confidence steadies me, warms me, makes the impossible feel possible. Slowly, carefully, our lips meet—tentative but searching. He tastes like whiskey and the faintest hint of mint, like late nights and laughter I always pretended I didn’t want.

The kiss deepens, urgent yet considerate, as if he knows exactly how much to give without overwhelming me. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, craving the feel of solid warmth against my skin.

His lips leave my mouth and trace the line of my jaw, down my throat, sending jolts of heat down my spine. His touch is everywhere, demanding me to yield.

I close my eyes and let him lead, trusting the way he makes me feel seen, cherished, wanted. Years of dreams and fears unravel, the emotions overwhelming me. My breath hitches as his fingertips tease the sensitive spot at the base of my neck.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my skin. The words feel heavy.

“I—” I hesitate, leaning back, searching his face for clues.

His smile is soft but sure. “It’s okay. You can say it.”

“I want it all to feel real,” I confess, voice barely above a whisper. “Not just the ceremony. But this.”

He brushes his lips against mine again, slower this time, imprinting a promise. “This is real. I swear it.”

The weight of that promise settles over me, replacing fear with something new—a daring heat that wraps around my chest and flares into warmth.

I step out of the skirt and we fall onto the bed together. His hands explore the lines of my arms, my back, the clever fingers finding the hidden hooks that unsnap the corset. He removes the garment and stares down at me.

“Fuck, Charlotte. You’re fucking perfect. How did I not notice that before?” he growls.

I shiver. The desire I hear in his voice cuts down the barriers I’ve built for so long. “I don’t know. Maybe your vision is poor.”

“I see things clearly now.” A wicked smile adorns his lips, and he bends down to capture a nipple with his mouth. He lavishes it and then captures it with his teeth.

The bite has the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. I cry out, arching against him. “Fuck me,” I whimper.

“Patience,” he chuckles and pushes my torso back against the sheets. “I have a lot more to touch and taste before we get to that stage.”

I moan as his thumbs brush over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight to my clit. Nick leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth again. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud.

I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair as he continues to tease and torment me.

His hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. His fingers brush against my clit, and I moan loudly, my hips bucking against his hand.

"You're so wet for me, Charlotte," Nick murmurs as he slides two fingers inside me. "I love how fucking responsive you are."

My body trembles with need, and I’m close to the edge of coming. Whimpering, I ride his hand, striving to take his fingers deeper.

“Not yet,” he growls, pulling his fingers out of me.

I moan a protest, but he quickly silences me with another kiss, and then steps away. As he undresses, his heated gaze caresses my body. When he’s finally naked, I can’t help but stare at his cock, thick and hard. Ready for me.

Nick steps up to the bed, his hands grab my hips, and he pulls me against him. As his thick cock presses against my stomach, I moan. "I need you, Nick." My voice trembles with desire.

His body covers mine, and he kisses me deeply. His mouth devours mine.

There’s no give and take.

Nick’s completely in control, ravaging me, demanding my surrender.

I fucking love it.

I press my thighs together and arch my back so my pussy rubs against his dick.

“No you don’t,” he orders. “You don’t come until I say you do. And when you do, I’m going to be buried so deep inside you, my cock touches your cervix.” He adjusts himself so his cock pushes against my opening. I arch my hips, desperate for him to fill me.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand, rips it open and sheaths himself. Finally, he thrusts into me, his wide cock stretching me wider than I’ve ever experienced.

I cry out, half in pleasure, half in pain. My nails dig into his back as he pounds into me.

Each thrust deeper and harder.

Each one sends waves of pleasure that race from my clit along every nerve in my body.

"You feel so good, Charlotte," Nick growls, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me repeatedly.

"I fucking love how tight your pussy clenches my cock. How wet you are for me. You love this, don’t you?

Tell me how much my dirty girl loves having my cock inside her.

" He grunts as he pounds into me again. “Tell me,” he orders, his voice low and dark.

His words send a thrill through me, and my body arches so high, only my shoulders and heels touch the bed as I whimper my answer. “I fucking love it.”

“How much?” He slaps my ass. “How much does my dirty girl love it?”

“So much,” I sigh, wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass as I urge him on.

Nick's thrusts grow even harder and faster, his pubic bones grinding painfully against mine with each push.

"I'm so close. So fucking close" I gasp, my body trembling with need.

Nick moves his hand between us, his fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. And then he pinches it, the pain carrying me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me.

Nick doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust into me, each piston harder and deeper. Just when I think I can’t take any more, I feel his cock swelling inside me, and my pleasure builds again. “Fuck, Nick,” I moan. “I’m coming again.”

“You better,” he growls. “You’re mine and you’ll come as many times as I say.”

I lose my breath as another, even more powerful orgasm claims my body.

With a last thrust, Nick cries out, his body shuddering as he comes. His cock pulses inside me, filling me up with his cum. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we ride out the waves of pleasure together.

As we lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breaths fast and shallow, I allow myself one moment to bask in the love I feel for this man. He married me because he thinks it was the right thing to do, the honorable thing to do.

I know he cares for me, but I also know I have to protect myself or I will have no defenses against this amazing man. As wonderful as this feels right now, I must always remember that although what I feel is very real, Nick does not share those emotions.

He kisses me, slowly and deliberate. “Fuck, Charlotte,” he mumbles against my lips. “I don’t even know how to describe how great that was. How good you made me feel.”

“You were pretty great yourself. Definitely A+.”

His low laughter rumbles between us as he flops down on his stomach beside me. He traces lazy circles on my skin with his fingers. “Was I too rough?”

“No, I loved it. When can we do it again?”

He laughs again, pulling me into his arms, and rolling over on his back so my head rests against his chest. “Soon,” he promises. “We’re going to do that as frequently as possible.”

“I’m ready when you are,” I quip.

He smooths my hair back from my face and kisses me. “I knew there was a reason I married you today.”

I laugh, snuggling deeper against his side, while silently wondering how long I’ll keep him interested.

How much time do I have with this man before he decides he wants a genuine marriage with someone else? A relationship built on love instead of honor and responsibility.