Heat lingers behind her eyes. “This okay?” I say as I reach down to the hem of her shirt to lift it off. She nods and it’s all the answer I need before I shred her shirt, leaving only a black satin bra concealing those gorgeous tits from me.

  A matching thong covers her bottom half, and I need it gone so I can properly take her in. I raise my hands to her hips and wait for her approval. When she nods, the ripping of fabric ricochets across the room.

  A ripple of pleasure zips down my spine as her hands touch me all over. I crawl onto the bed over her, leaving gentle kisses as I make my way to her mouth. “We need to speed this up or I’m not going to last long. Wanted this for too long, Rea. Wanted you forever.”

  Words pour from my lips, but I don’t care. She’s my wife now.

  Delicate hands grasp my rock-hard cock. A soft twist at the tip has me almost blowing my load. It shoves me into motion. My hands go on an exploratory journey over her luscious tits, over her tight stomach, and down further.

  Her lips part, and her breathing increases as I make my way to where I want. I lean down and pull her lips to me as I line my now bare cock up with her slit. My cock runs along her center. She’s drenched. My fingers find her core and I grin. “Are you wet for me, Reagan? Do you want this dick?”

  “Please,” she whispers as I suck one of her breasts into my mouth while twisting the other. “Yes, Rhett.” My name on her lips is fucking heavenly.

  She is writhing below me in ready desperation. I slide a finger between her folds and holy hell she’s tight and fucking divine. Perfection, a goddess. Her body clings to me, gripping me, and urging me for more. She’s so damn wet and warm.

  I want to explore every part of her, but we can do that later. Right now I just need her. “I need to fuck my wife, but I want to watch you come first.”

  My tongue teases a taut dusky nipple before it makes a path down her ribs to her stomach. Kisses are feathered on every single inch of her skin until I come to the hidden wonderland between the apex of her thighs. I eat her out like it's my job while her sounds and quivering thighs only encourage me more. Small fingers comb through my hair, tugging and pulling me where she wants, and it’s almost erotic.

  She squeezes around my fingers, her arousal coating my face.

  I find her mouth again and wonder if she tastes how sweet she is on my tongue. A soft moan slips out. “Rhett…” My name is spoken breathlessly, the feel of hot breath lingers against my skin. “Condom?”

  I sit up straight. “Shit…” How in the fuck did I forget condoms? I hoped but I never expected her to go for it.

  “It’s okay, I want this. I’m clean...”

  “Yeah, I haven’t had sex in months. You on the pill?”

  “Yes.” With each answer her voice becomes low and sexy. My cock throbs with an aching need. Each throb aligns with the pounding rhythm of my heart within my chest.

  Her eyes widen as she looks down at the size of my erection, and a smug grin takes over my lips. I swear it feels like it’s going to burst. “It’ll fit baby. You ready for this cock, wife?”

  My nerves are shot with anticipation, but my body is so ready for her.

  “Fuck me, Rhett,” my name slips out as a moan.

  “You ready?” I’m as eager and erratic as a summer storm. Lowering myself, I feel her bare skin against my own. She looks like a sexy goddess beneath me. Her legs part for me, begging for relief.

  My dick rubs against her wet slit and she reaches up to pull me down, her small hands gripping my ass.

  She moans, head thrown back in pleasure as I push into her. “Oh, God. That feels….”

  “Yeah.” It’s fucking heaven. I want to claim her and make her mine—solidify that this is real and happening. Her body was made for me. I’m fucking the girl I’ve had a crush on since the first day I saw her, and she’s now my wife.

  It’s weird to say, but I fucking love the way it tastes on my tongue. Wife.

  We’re like two waves in the ocean, crashing down. I want to take it in, drunk on every damn emotion I’m feeling and save it stashed in my memories.

  She’s completely responsive. I grab her hip and move around until I can find the place that makes her whimper the most. The need to get her off hits me hard. I want to feel her clamping down on my cock and stealing the life from it.

  The urge to empty my balls is insane. I have never felt this way with any other woman. God, it’s exhilarating.

  I move the hand at her side up into her hair and grip it tightly, keeping total eye contact, making sure when I smash my lips against hers she has nowhere to go. I snap my hips with each thrust into her warm core and swallow each cry that springs from those perfectly pouty lips.

  Pleasured cries. It’s what I want to call them. I feel her fingernails dig into my skin, and I wonder if she likes a little pain with her sexual indulgence. There are so many things running through my head on overdrive. All the things I want to do to her and with her creep into my thoughts.

  Her breasts heave with each thrust. They’re not huge, but definitely a good handful and those tiny little dusty pink budded nipples make my tongue water. Her body is losing control and relinquishing itself to the need.

  When she whimpers I feel my balls draw up, and a spark of electricity shoots right to the tip of my cock.

  “More?”

  “Yes. Harder, Rhett.” She moans, her eyes glazed over in pleasure.

  I slam into her harder, snapping my hips with each thrust.

  The noises she makes shoot a rush of lust roaring through my veins. As she comes, her tight channel clenches down on me, and I try so hard to fight off the orgasm, but it’s futile. She feels too damn good.

  As her body pulses and pulls me under I give up control. With one more thrust I’m bursting with relief, burying my face in the crook of her neck to soften the curses spewing from my lips.

  We collapse, breathing heavily. I roll to the side so as to not crush her because my arms can barely hold me up right now. Coming took all of my strength. She milked me dry.

  I can’t stop thinking about how responsive she is to me.

  I swear to God my cock twitches and thickens just a little even thinking about it. Sex is good, but with the right person, its fucking phenomenal.

  There will be backlash when we get home out of our little honeymoon bubble, but we'll face whatever comes our way. She’s worth it. Ever since Remington’s accident we’ve been flirting and hanging out. It seems like Reagan and I have always been undeniable.

  Now, she’s all mine, forever. I lean over to kiss the corner of her lips as they turn up into a smile. Gorgeous gray-blue eyes turn in my direction, and I get lost in their depths.

  I feel nervous asking her this, but I need to make sure. “I wasn’t… too rough with you?”

  “No.” She shakes her head. “It was life-shattering.”

  Reagan

  I wake to the sun on my face as it sneaks through the curtains, showering us with light. There’s a delicious ache between my legs that reminds me of all the dirty things I did with my husband last night. Wow. For the last year we’ve been flirting with each other—soft touches, innuendos, and sexual tension. It all came to a head, literally and figuratively, in one night. The best night of my life.

  We’re going home tomorrow. Today is the last full day we’ll have before it's back to the real world. My eyes graze over the sexy as hell body beside me, and he groans. “Are you watching me sleep, wife?”

  “Yeah, I am. You’re cute when you sleep. So damn peaceful.”

  He runs his hand down my leg under the covers and sparks start to erupt within. I am so horny for my husband. I had him only hours ago, but I want him again, and judging by the tent he’s holding under the covers, he wouldn’t mind going again either.

  “How are you feeling, Rea?” The sincerity in his voice causes the flower inside my chest to blossom.

  “Um… I’m a little sore, but totally worth it.”

  He chuckles in a deep timber. So damn sexy. “So damn worth it. How’s this for a road trip? Did you get everything you wanted?”

  My gaze slowly and seductively slides down his uncovered bare chest. I lean over and he pulls me to him. Our lips connect in heated passion, and his tongue slips into my mouth.

  His hand reaches out, going on a lust-arousing exploration and sears a path down my body. I moan softly in arousal.

  Thirty-five minutes later an incessant buzzing pulls me from Rhett’s arms. I pick up my phone. The same one I haven’t touched since we arrived in Vegas. Several missed calls and texts line the screen.

  The one that worries me the worst is the one from Beau.

  BIG BRO: I need you to call me immediately when you get this. I’m serious, Reagan. I will come find you.

  As I look through the photos and my messages from last night I find one very incriminating one. My heart is in my throat and my gut is doing somersaults. I sent a picture of Rhett and I to Cassidy Mae and Faith with the words… look who just got hitched. The gorgeous ring Rhett bought for me, front and center. A copy of our marriage license in the background.

  My phone rings. Beau. He’s going to keep calling until I respond. I answer the phone cautiously. “Hello?”

  “The next words out of your mouth better be ‘April Fools’ or that you’re just kidding. Please tell me you did not marry him.” I remain silent because I don’t want to lie.

  “Who is it?” Rhett asks as he walks out of the bathroom. I hold my hand over the speaker and mouth “Beau.” His eyes widen only slightly before a small chuckle leaves his lips. As he sits down on the bed, I playfully smack him, and he gives me those gorgeous dimples.

  His arm around my waist, he pulls me in close. “Put it on speakerphone.”

  So I do. “Beau, man. How are things going at the stables? Anything new we should know about?”

  I can feel the anger as it pours through the phone. He’s at his tipping point and ready to fight someone. “I don’t know, Rhett. Is there anything new I should know about? Like oh, I don’t know. How you fucking married my baby sister without asking my goddamn permission?”

  “Beau,” he says in a very placating manner.

  “No, don’t you Beau me. Reagan, are you still there?”

  “Yes.” I say quietly, hesitating to add more.

  “You will go and you will get an annulment. This trip will be chalked up to a stupid, drunk decision.”

  “No.” My voice is firm. I refuse to be bullied by Beau. “I am an adult Beau. You are not dad. You do not need to treat me like dad would. I love Rhett. I think…” I look over at him and lift my hand to his cheek and rub it against the scruff of facial hair that’s been growing since we started our journey. “I’m in love with him, and there is nothing you can do about it. I married him willingly, I said yes. I meant every one of my vows, and I’m not breaking them just because you don’t approve. All because, what? Rhett didn’t get your permission? So fucking what, dude. I deserve a happily fucking after too, don’t I? You have Cassidy Mae, Remington has Faith, and now I have Rhett. We’re going to be one big happy family.”

  “Reagan…” he growls out my name.

  “Beau Andrew Montgomery, so help me if you say one more word, we’ll go home to Rhett’s house and never come back to the barn. You don’t approve of this marriage, so fucking be it. But it happened and I’m not taking it back. So either accept it or don’t. He’s your friend for Christ’s sake. If he was a terrible human he wouldn’t still be around.”

  A loud sigh comes through the phone. “Fine.”

  “I’m fucking serious, Beau. One word…” My chest flushes with anger. My breathing is heavy. Rage bleeds into my veins.

  He hangs up the phone before I even have the chance to say goodbye, and I stare at my phone like it’s just disappointed me. “Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

  A small tear slips from my eye and runs down my cheek. My emotions are going haywire right now. I don’t know how to feel. When Rhett wraps his big arms around me I feel a comfort and safety that I’ve prayed for my whole life.

  With a soft voice, he whispers in my ear. “We can get an annulment if you want, Reagan. I don’t want to cause trouble between you and Beau. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it for you. I love you that much.”

  I lean over and hungrily take his mouth with mine. “Fuck that… didn’t we say this was forever?”

  About Zoey Drake

  Zoey Drake is a hopeless romantic with a serious Chipotle and Key Lime addiction. When she isn’t searching for her next book boyfriend, she’s writing him. Her books are filled with epic love, second chance romances, sexy times, and packed with all the swoon. She currently resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog, Sir Cooper Ryder. When she’s not writing, she can be found curled up on the couch with Cooper, a cup of tea, and, of course, a great book!

  To check out the rest of her books, please visit her website here: www.zoeydrakebooks.com

  I’d Like to See You Chai: A Seoulmates Short Story

  BY: CASSIE GRAHAM

  For those who sometimes feel unworthy.

  You’re not alone.

  Don’t listen to that little part of your brain that keeps you from living.

  You’re extraordinary and deserve happiness even in the darkest of moments.

  A Note From Cassie Graham:

  Hi there. Has anyone told you you’re beautiful today? I hope so. But if not, you look stunning.

  I’d Like to See You Chai, a Seoulmates short story, has a swoony Korean hero, Silas Jung Jong-soo.

  Certain Korean words will be italicized. Please use the reference below, if needed.

  Thank you!

  Legend for Korean Honorifics/Terms:

  Abeoji – Formal version for father

  Eomma – A Korean mother or someone mother-like with Korean blood

  Appa – Informal version of father

  Kol – slang for ‘deal’

  Olive

  “If you just gave him a chance, the tiniest possibility, he’d probably give up after the first date with you. You’re kind of a mess, and he’ll likely run away,” my best friend, Lessie, so-lovingly offered as she slid a tray of cheese danishes into the glass cooler at the front of the store. Our store.

  I grimaced as I watched her, the weight of that particular batch a little heftier than normal. I tend to have a heavy hand when I’m preoccupied, and by the looks of the filling, I overdid it . . . a lot. I hadn’t noticed when I was baking them, but my customers were going to get way more than they’ll pay for today.

  It was fine. I’d make up the cost of cream cheese and sugar this weekend.

  “Lessie,” I scolded, having had this conversation ten million times before, “First of all, ouch.” She laughed. “And fair enough, but you know I can’t. Silas is a total asshole. And assholes are my Achilles heel. I fall for them every time, and they break my heart. Every. Damn. Time. Why would I sign up for that? I’ve, I don’t know, unsubscribed.” I pulled out a carton of oat milk from the fridge to prepare for the morning rush that was inevitably going to happen seeing as we were ten minutes from opening, and there was a line forming outside. I knew I’d go through, at least, twenty cartons before closing. These people loved their oat milk. “So, I’ll keep my distance and admire from afar.”

  And silently appreciating Silas was one of my favorite activities. I mean, he was gorgeous and broody and probably dating multiple women. Guys who looked like him weren’t monogamous – at least, not in my experience.

  “Admiring from afar is boring,” Lessie droned, tossing her head back, stacking our signature cups next to the espresso machine. Her shoulder length, brown hair was perfectly curled, her makeup just perfect. She looked like a flawless mix of California and girl-next-door. I didn’t know what I looked like, but it definitely wasn’t anything close to Lessie. “And I must ask this again, what makes you think he’s an asshole? He’s always been nice to both of us.”

  My jaw dropped and I chanced a look across the street to the extremely popular Korean restaurant, With Love, Korea where he worked. It didn’t open until eleven, but the line was already longer than mine. I exhaled and turned my attention back to Lessie. “I’ve learned many lessons in my short twenty-eight years of life. Some lessons significant and some ordinary. But all important. And what’s number one?”

  Lessie groaned, punching the cash register open, the ding loud in our empty store. “That you’re judgmental.”

  “Nope. I mean, I am when it comes to men, but that’s not it.”

  She blew air out of her mouth, her hair flying in different directions. “You have a problem.”

  “You didn’t answer.”

  She laughed. “Ugh. Rule number one: Never trust a beautiful boy.”

  “That’s right,” I said, my tone proud. “And what’s number two?”

  “Never trust a chef. They’re all players.”

  I snapped, pointing to her. “Exactly. Beautiful plus a chef equal . . .” I stopped and waited for Lessie to finish.

  She rolled her eyes as she answered, “Asshole.”

  “Bingo. And Silas is both. Double-whammy.” College schooled me in more than the art of food. Dating 101 was a crash course that I failed miserably.

  Lessie tilted her head. “Sounds like an excuse.”

  “Hey! It’s not. It’s a safeguard, if anything,” I defended.

  “Take a chance for once, Olive. You don’t have to fall in love. You can have some fun. He’s clearly into you.”

  I sputtered. “How on earth did you come to that conclusion?”

  “He comes in every day,” she reminded me.