Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Page 12

  “Damn, baby girl, your lips feel so good,” he said in praise before grabbing a fistful of my wet hair.

  I took him deeper into my mouth and looked up. The expression on his face caused heat to pool between my thighs. It was pure bliss; heavy-lidded eyes, open mouth, harsh breaths, and flushed skin.

  I did that to him.

  I smiled internally and focused on my task, my tongue stroking down, then back up, before taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. I gagged more than once, not used to something so big in my mouth.

  There was a bit of fumbling, but Weston didn’t seem to mind. He was trying his best not to thrust into my mouth, but I noticed every time he did, and I gagged, he released a low, throaty moan. I knew then, he liked the sound.

  Having enough of my teasing, Weston shut off the shower and picked me up, which was a difficult task with wet skin. Walking over to the bed, he tossed me down before jumping on top of me with a playful growl. I squealed in delight and feigned fear. He seemed to like this, his tongue running up the length of my neck, nipping at my ear.

  “Turn around, baby girl. I’m going to show you how the animals do it.”

  “Mmm, like they do on the Discovery Channel?” I asked with a giggle as I turned around.

  Weston’s hand smacked playfully down on my right butt cheek before gripping it hard.

  “Are you laughing at me? Not a wise idea.”

  “No?”

  “No,” he stated before slamming his hips forward, burying himself hard and deep.

  I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets, a tearless sob erupting as I clenched around him. His fingers found my clit, teasing it as his hips rotated, slamming his cock in and out in a delicious motion. Bliss. Pure, erotic bliss.

  His free hand gathered my hair, and he leaned forward.

  “You have to tell me if you don’t like something, baby girl. Okay? I want you to get as much pleasure as I do,” he said.

  I wondered what he meant, and I found out when he straightened up and pulled on the hair he had fisted. It was painful, but at the same time sent tingles through my body. The action lifted my torso, allowing him to hit a different angle. He released my clit and pushed down on my lower back while pulling me back to him.

  “Oh fuck!” I sobbed, my muscles tightening, and I knew I was close.

  He was relentless. His breath was coming out in pants, but he wouldn’t slow down, wouldn’t stop, until he pushed me over the edge.

  “Baby girl, you feel so good wrapped around me. Do you like it like this? Do you like me fucking you like an animal?”

  “Yes! Oh, yes!”

  “Good, because I fucking love it!”

  It was intense, but Weston was showing me a side of myself I had an inkling was buried deep below. I wanted him to dirty me in every way possible.

  With one nip of his teeth at my neck, I was pushed over the edge, free-falling into orgasmic bliss.

  His strokes began to falter while my walls milked him, and he let out a strangled cry. His hips bounced against my ass as he flexed, trying to get his cock deep into me as he emptied inside me.

  There was no strength left in him when he was done, causing him to collapse on top of me. He didn’t stay there long before he rolled on to his side so he was spooning me while we caught our breath.

  “The animals know how to do it,” I said between breaths, sending Weston into a fit of laughter.

  “I would have to agree.”

  After our breathing regulated, I turned in his arms to face him. We needed to talk before I forgot again, and before we found ourselves pregnant before we were ready . . . if we weren’t already.

  “Weston, I know this is a little late, but I’m not on birth control,” I said and braced myself for the backlash.

  But there wasn’t any. He wasn’t shocked, just pressed his lips to mine.

  “Would it be weird if I said that was okay? That I liked this Russian Roulette? It’s fucking hot as hell.” His tongue slipped out and across his lips, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he stared at me with heavy lidded eyes.

  “I’m not here to be a baby factory.” I probably looked at him like he was crazy. “This is an awfully big gamble, Weston. And usually when a girl gets pregnant, guys think it’s to trap them.”

  He shook his head and chuckled. “Wren, you’re already my wife. And, as strange as it may sound, I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever dated, and I’ve known you for a week. I know I may not have acted like it today, but it’s the truth. And the baby factory thing . . .” He leaned back and held up his hands. “I only meant that . . . I’ve always had a vision, a dream, of having a family, and I’ve been excited to find someone to do that with.”

  “Someone or anyone?” I asked. My stomach swirled with uncertainty.

  His hand cupped my cheek and he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. “The one.”

  The one? Yeah, he could be my one. I could totally feel it.

  He let out a sigh before continuing, our faces inches apart. “Girls always want to marry the movie star, while I always wanted the girl next door. To have two point five kids and a white picket fence. Because, to me, even if it’s outdated, that’s normalcy, and that’s something I haven’t had since I was a pre-teen.” I brushed my fingers through his hair, earning a moan. He leaned closer, his nose ghosting against mine. “I can see that dream happening with you . . . well, the happy family part. You’re so down to earth that I feel grounded. With you, I’m just a man.”

  Just a man. My man.

  I loved him showing me more of who he was at his core. It made me fall for him more.

  “Because I didn’t know who you were?” I asked, my brow quirking.

  He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “That does have something to do with it.”

  Even with his emotional confession, it didn’t dampen my concern. “I’m only eighteen, still in high school. Are you the one trying to trap me?”

  His eyes bored into mine, fingers caressing my cheek. “Wren, I would never trap you. If you want to get on birth control, we’ll have Julia find a doctor and make an appointment. But, if you want to know what I honestly think? I’m all for letting fate give us what it wants to. It brought us together, after all.”

  “You are way too charming and persuasive, Mr. Lockwood.”

  “And I haven’t even fully unleashed it on you yet,” he said with a smirk. “So?”

  I swallowed hard. “It’s pretty much a given I’m going to end up pregnant if we keep this up. I’m starting college in the fall. Do we really want to give the press more ammo?”

  “What, you think ‘Weston Lockwood married to pregnant teenage high school senior’ is so much worse than ‘Weston Lockwood married to teenage high school senior’?” he asked.

  I cringed. “I don’t know . . . I’ve never really thought about having kids.”

  “You had Karen,” he said jokingly.

  I swatted his arm. “You’re bad, and she wasn’t in diapers.”

  “Yet.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yet.”

  I groaned, my head falling against his chest and my arms wrapping around him. Breathing in his scent, I felt a warmth rush over me. There, in Weston’s arms, I knew where I was meant to be. I wanted to give him his dream. I wanted to have a family with him, with this man I barely knew. Did it really matter when we started? We were already married. Sure, we were still essentially strangers, but I knew deep down I was falling in love with him, and at a lightning-fast pace.

  “What if I’m already pregnant?” I asked him nervously. The unknown, the possibility, was unnerving.

  “Then this whole conversation is kind of moot.”

  “I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mommy, but I do somewhat agree with you on the whole fate argument.”

  It scared the shit out of me, but I could also see the appeal. But, I still had things I wanted to do independently, including getting to know my husband before we became parents.

/>   “We’ll do whatever you want to, Wren, but once you’re pregnant, there’s no going back. No undoing it.”

  The thought hadn’t even entered my mind. “Well, I need to have an appointment anyway, so why don’t we have Julia find a doctor and by the time it comes around, I’ll decide.”

  “All right,” he agreed, kissing my forehead and rolling me onto my back. “Have I told you how much I love coming inside you?”

  I bit down on my bottom lip, my eyes lighting up. “No, but perhaps you could demonstrate it for me again?”

  “Oh, I’ll demo it as many times as you want,” he teased before attacking my lips, hands grabbing my hips.

  The next day Julia called the same doctor she went to and made an appointment. I had three weeks left of Russian Roulette. Three weeks to make a decision that could alter my life forever.

  Friday.

  The end of the work and school week.

  The marking of my first full week of knowing Weston Lockwood, and the last day I would be stuck at home while he was away at work. The good news was, during all my free time, I got to spend hours playing the piano, which was something I’d always loved doing. The bad news was, my hands ached. Muscle memory served me well, but I’d obviously lost some dexterity and stamina.

  With a piano in the house, it wouldn’t be long before I was back up to where I was.

  Amy, one of Weston’s assistants, showed up at the house mid-morning with bags in her hands.

  “Good morning,” I said, trying to be friendly. So far, the only interaction I’d had with her was when she held our place at the DMV.

  She smiled at me, a genuine one that made it to her pretty blue eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood.”

  “You don’t have to call me that. Just Wren.”

  “Oh, I know,” she said with a grin and a giggle. “It’s just fun to call you that.”

  She made me laugh a little with that, and I sighed with relief. It was the first time I got to look at her. She wore the same kind of business casual clothes as Julia—skirt, nice shirt, and sometimes a sweater or blazer. Maybe in her mid-twenties, she looked like any girl at my old school. She was pretty, with shoulder-length brown hair that had a small wave.

  “I have, for your viewing pleasure, your new school uniform.”

  “Really?” School had barely come up, with the exception of a brief mention that I was starting on Monday. Then it hit me. “Uniform?”

  “Yes. Olympus Academy. It’s an elite private high school. A lot of teen actors and Hollywood kids go there. With your transcript, Julia thought it would be a perfect fit. They are very strict on privacy, seeing who their students are, as well as the professional status of the parents.”

  I pulled the top items out of the bag; a crisp white short sleeved button down, navy sweater vest, and blue plaid skirt. My eyes were wide in shock as I looked at the skirt. I thought uniforms were supposed to be modest. Apparently not the case in California. There was another matching skirt beneath, long sleeved button down, cardigan, and two ties. Julia had also thrown in some knee high socks.

  “I have to say again . . . uniform?” I grumbled. “And what kind of uniform is this?”

  Amy smiled at me. “Welcome to California!”

  I grimaced and rolled my eyes. “Yay.”

  “It’s not so bad. You’ll get used to it. And I’m sure you’ll make some friends, so it won’t be so lonely.”

  “Lonely?” I asked. It was our longest conversation. How could she know how I was feeling?

  “Wren, I may not be around here much, but I can’t even imagine how lonely this all must be for you. To still be in high school and leave everything you know without any warning? That takes a strong person.”

  “Or a stupid one,” I said with a sigh. Though, what she said made me think that she knew what I was going through. I had a feeling Amy wasn’t a California native.

  “I really think going to school will be a good idea for you. We looked into so many options, trying to find what was best for you. With Weston’s schedule, it will be good to have something of your own to do.”

  I nodded. Honestly, I hadn’t thought of any other option than the brief idea of getting my GED. But Amy was right. If I thought I was lonely this week when Weston was away at work, it would be worse if I didn’t go to school. And while I missed Daniel and his friendship something awful, I knew I could make friends here as well. I’d always been well-liked and friendly.

  “Knock, knock,” a male voice called out.

  A tall blond guy in khakis and a button down with the sleeves rolled up stood in the doorway with a file in his hand. He stared at me with a smirk on his face, brown eyes sparkling.

  “You must be the infamous Wren,” he said as he walked forward. He held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Graham.”

  “Hi.”

  He had a firm shake. “Julia asked me to bring these by. It’s paperwork from the school we need you to fill out.”

  “Graham is Julia’s assistant,” Amy said, probably seeing my confusion.

  “Weston’s assistant has an assistant?” I asked. They both nodded. “Is there a reason why work wouldn’t just be passed down to you or the other assistant?”

  They looked at each other and then back to me.

  “We all have different responsibilities. Julia is like Weston’s sidekick, she’s the one that delegates things, but we all have our own roles as well. And Mallory . . . well, let us just say I’m really hoping Graham gets a promotion.”

  His mouth popped open wide. “And leave my goddess?”

  Amy rolled her eyes. “You want to continue working under Julia?”

  “I’d love to work under her for the rest of my life.” His eyes went wide, and he stared at me. “Please don’t tell her I said that.”

  “He’s got a huge crush on Julia.”

  “Amy! Jesus.” He looked back to me, his cheeks pink. “It’s not something I’d ever admit to her. I mean, she’s got the perfect relationship with Miles.”

  Graham’s face was beet red. “Can you just . . . fill those out so I can get away from my embarrassment?”

  “Sure.”

  It took only a few minutes, and a reminder from Amy of what my last name was. When I was done, I signed my name, the lettering still a little bit shaky as I’d only done it a few times.

  “So when do I get to meet . . . what did you say her name was?”

  “Mallory,” Amy grumbled. “And hopefully never.”

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “Mallory is in time out,” Graham said. “She’s on the edge of being fired and isn’t allowed to do a whole lot of things that involve Weston, especially since you arrived.”

  “Why?”

  Amy glanced at Graham. “Mallory has been doing some suspicious things.”

  “Ah.” I’d heard a little about Mallory before, and it worried me. “Why does he keep her around then?”

  “We’re not really sure,” Amy said. “But I’m sure it’s on advice from his legal team.”

  Legal team?

  Once they were gone, I decided to get everything ready for Monday so I could spend the whole weekend with Weston uninterrupted. I had taken my backpack with me to Las Vegas, so luckily I didn’t need that new as well. I found a pair of shoes in the boatload worth that Sophie had delivered, and washed and ironed my new uniform.

  It was the perfect time to catch up with Daniel as school was just letting out in his time zone. I slipped my bluetooth in my ear and hit dial. It didn’t take two rings before his voice came through.

  “Wren, my angel love,” Daniel said into the phone as I ran the iron over the short-sleeved shirt.

  “Hey, hot stuff. How’s it hanging?”

  He made a hmm’ing sound. “To the left today. Tell me, what’s happening over two thousand miles away? Are you getting a tan?”

  I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Nothing that relaxing. In fact, I’m ironing my school uniform.”

  “Ew . . . school
uniform? Seriously? That sucks.”

  “It’s actually not bad looking. I start Monday at some elite private school.” After closer inspection and a quick fit check, it actually was pretty nice as far as uniforms went.

  “You could be hanging with me, but nooo. Had to go and marry some big-time Hollywood actor.”

  I let out a little laugh. “Yeah. All fun and games over here.”

  “How did it go the other night?” he asked.

  “He apologized.” I sighed. “There’s still so much we don’t know about each other.”

  “You do know I will keep my word and not tell anyone, but the second it’s announced, I’m going to yell it from the rooftop of the school.”

  “When that happens, you should come out and we’ll celebrate.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you’re having lots of fun celebrating with Weston.” If he was in front of me, I was sure he’d be wagging his eyebrows.

  “Oh, my God. Not you, too.” My face flooded with heat.

  “Lost your V-card to a celebrity. Can’t freaking believe it.”

  I let out a chuckle. “You’re just jealous.”

  “Totally.” There was noise in the background and people talking. “Damn, I have to let you go, buttercup.”

  “Okay. Give me a call later.”

  “Will do. Love you!”

  “Love you, too,” I said before hitting the button and ending the call.

  The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag, and I was beginning to feel happy school started for me on Monday. I didn’t know how many more days of sitting around I could handle with nothing to do. It was really starting to get to me, but at least I got to spend some time at the piano composing. That had always filled a void in my life.

  I was hanging out in the living room, cleaning out my backpack, when I heard his voice.

  “Baby girl?” Weston called out, and I hopped up from the couch, running to the kitchen.

  “You’re home!” I skidded to a halt, my eyes widening when I saw him.

  He looked nervous. “Like it? Alec cut it a little bit shorter than I like . . . Wren?”