Page 65 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Helix should definitely buy this cabin

Nicolette

My eyes slowly open, and I smile, remembering the events of last night. I am an engaged woman, and I repress the need to kick my feet in delight.

After the romantic proposal, Helix and I came back to the cabin and drank brandy out on the balcony that juts off our room. There’s a lounge chair out there, and I’d sat with my back pressed against his chest as we watched the stars.

And then one thing led to another—or more accurately, his hands inside my fluffy bathrobe led to me turning around and riding him like he was my own personal pony.

The cold combined with my desire had my nipples hard as pebbles, but he warmed them with his hot mouth as his hands heated my skin.

God that had felt good, the icy night air sizzling with the steam of our lovemaking.

Then we’d come inside and taken a candlelit bath together.

“You’re turned on,” a raspy voice comes from behind me, snapping me out of my memories of last night.

“What? No, I’m not,” I say, feigning innocence.

Helix chuckles against the back of my neck in the dark room. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but my internal clock can sense that dawn is just around the corner.

“You think I can’t feel the wet spot you’re leaving on my thigh right now, baby girl?”

I shift my hips slightly and notice his leg is indeed between mine as he holds me from behind. The coarse hairs on his leg rub against my bare pussy, and I feel his lips curl against my shoulder.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“Were you under the impression I was complaining, queenie?” His hand slides up my belly to cup my breast. “Ride it out.”

“What?” I ask again because surely he’s not wanting me to?—

“Grind that cunt on my leg until you come. And then I’m going to fuck your wet pussy until you drench the sheets.”

Okay, apparently that is what he wants me to do.

Tilting my pelvis downward, I press my clit against the strong muscle of his thigh and rotate my hips in a small circle.

“Mmm,” I moan as Helix plucks at one nipple and then the other.

“That’s it, Nicolette. Take what you need from me.

” He peppers kisses along my shoulder, occasionally tasting my skin with his velvet tongue.

“You’re going to be my wife, so I expect you to use any part of my anatomy to get yourself off.

I’m here for your pleasure, and I’ll always take care of your filthy little needs. ”

“Oh god.” I ride against his leg with absolutely no shame. “I never knew this could feel so good.”

“I like being your sex toy, baby.” He scrapes his teeth up and down my neck before sucking on a spot that goes straight to my clit. “I like when you use me to get yourself off.”

I grind down harder, turning my face to search for his lips. Helix cups my cheek and takes sweet command of my mouth, his tongue fucking into me as my pussy drips juices all over his leg. A hard rod throbs against my backside, and it turns me on even more knowing he wants me.

When he presses his thigh more tightly against me, I lose it, churning my hips faster and faster as I break apart with a loud cry. Helix swallows it, dropping his hand to rest on my lower belly, which only intensifies my orgasm.

Before I’ve even recovered, he slips his hard cock inside me and stills, allowing my inner walls to contract and quiver around him. “Such a good girl,” he coos, nuzzling his face into my neck. “There’s nothing better than the feel of you coming around me.”

Helix hitches my knee up and drapes my leg over his, allowing him to go an inch deeper. When his hand slides lower, I tense.

“Too sensitive,” I warn, and he chuckles.

“I know your body, Nicolette. I know your clit is extra buzzy after an orgasm.” Instead of touching that tingling bundle of nerves like I thought, he makes a V with his fingers and rests them on my pussy lips.

“I just wanted to feel myself plunging into the most perfect cunt in the world. Put your hand on mine. See how good we feel together.”

I lower my hand and drape my first two fingers over his, feeling the slide of his dick between my fingers as he moves slowly in and out of me. It’s intimate and sexy as all hell.

“Harder, Helix,” I groan. “Be rough with me.”

With a soft growl, he rolls us until I’m flat on my stomach with him draped over my back. “Spread those pretty legs for me, queenie. I’m about to tear this pussy up.”

Oh hell yeah.

I widen my legs, flattening my inner thighs against the mattress as Helix slams into me with a deep thrust. “That’s my good little wife. Taking your husband’s cock so well.”

I don’t point out that we’re not married yet because he seems to be getting off on calling me his wife. And if I’m being honest, I like it just as much. Burying my face in the downy pillow, I lift my hips an inch off the bed and cry out into the softness.

The wide crown of his cock hits me exactly where I need it, and I clench the sheets so hard, they pull from the corners of the bed. “Shit, that’s good,” I groan, my voice muffled as his hips begin slapping against my ass with the force of his fucking.

Helix presses his knees into the mattress and surges forward again and again while I hang onto the crumpled sheets in my fists. The sounds of his feral grunts mix with the squeaking of the bedframe and the banging of the headboard to create the perfect symphony of a good, hard fuck.

I come again, and Helix rises up onto his knees before grasping my hair and pulling me up with him until my back is flush with his chest. His churning hips never stop their brutal momentum.

Dragging one hand up my body, he wraps it around the front of my throat to feel my vocal cords vibrate with my low sound of approval. I can feel him smile against my neck.

“My wife loves her necklaces, doesn’t she?” he asks, pushing up into me over and over. His words are hot against my ear, and I reach back with one hand to hold the back of his head.

“Yes,” I pant as Helix’s teeth latch onto the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. My body bucks when he applies suction, and I feel his cock swell and jerk inside me. “Come inside me, Helix. Fill me up.”

The first warm jet coats my insides as Helix tightens his grip on my neck. A jolt of adrenaline shoves me into yet another orgasm, and I get the sensation of levitating above the bed.

“God, I love you,” he groans as he continues spilling into me.

My smile is loose and satisfied when I turn my face to kiss his jaw. “I love you too.”

Then we collapse onto the bed as the sun begins to rise on our last day in Aspen. And I decide Helix should definitely buy this cabin.

The next two months pass quickly, and before I know it, it’s May.

Helix has thrown every spare minute into planning our upcoming nuptials.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a groom so invested in a wedding before, but he’s intent on giving me the fairytale wedding I mentioned when we were fake dating at Angelica and Rory’s engagement party.

I assured him a simple ceremony was fine with me, but he just kissed me and told me his queen would have the day she always dreamed of as a little girl. Yeah, I melted.

And then I gave him a blow job that left him shuddering for a full minute after I was done.

His family is ecstatic that we’re getting married on New Year’s Eve this year, but no one more than Helix’s mother.

Ophelia has been invaluable to me as I’ve tried to navigate the intricacies of a high-profile wedding.

The woman should seriously consider a career as an event planner because she has a wonderful eye for detail.

We’ve hired a professional wedding planner, a man named Blaze with an over-the-top accent of indistinguishable origin and a flair for the dramatic.

He reminds me of Martin Short’s character, Franck, from those Father of the Bride movies.

I seriously have no idea what he’s saying half the time, but Ophelia seems to understand him, so maybe it’s just me.

My family… well, we got mixed results when we told them we were getting married.

Pop was happy, Ma looked like someone pissed in her green bean casserole, and Angelica pouted because she said I was copying her and only getting married because she did.

Like she singlehandedly invented the entire institution of marriage.

A couple days after we told them, Ma called and said she’s not sure New Year’s Eve will work for her because one of the neighbors is having a party she doesn’t want to miss.

I called her bluff and politely told her that was too bad and I hoped she had fun eating spinach dip and mini quiches from Costco.

She got huffy that I didn’t appear to be upset at the thought of her absence and said she supposed she could manage to show up.

I honestly don’t give a fuck. Truth be told, I’d rather her not come.

My elephant is strong inside me, and I’m not putting up with any more of her bullshit.

Helix asked for my permission to “handle” my mother if she got out of line at the wedding, and I told him to go for it.

I’d be too busy getting ready to marry the man of my dreams to deal with her foolishness.

Ophelia and I are on the way to meet with Blaze. Helix usually attends, but today we’re discussing bridal clothing, so he’s not invited. Apparently, Blaze will be helping to style my wardrobe from top to bottom, including clothing for the engagement party all the way through the honeymoon.

Other than his thick accent, I’ve found Blaze super easy to work with.

I’ve been blessed with a scientific mind and not an artsy one, so I’m grateful for his help.

He never oversteps; he simply presents ideas to Helix and me and lets us decide.

He also has tons of photos so I can picture what he’s talking about.