Filed To Story: Filthy Beautiful Lies Book PDF Free by Kendall Ryan
I love you. I always have, and always will.
My first. My last. Be mine forever?
-Collins
Halfway through reading the letter my eyes have already blurred with tears.
“Are you okay?” Kylie asks.
In an attempt to process everything that’s happening, I blankly nod.
“Good, because it’s time.” Kylie squeezes my hand before turning and walking down the aisle.
Sophie gives me a hug and then heads down the aisle herself, followed shortly by Max who carries a small ring bearer pillow. I look into the crowd and see my parents and even Leila and her husband are here. Another wave of joy hits me as I realize he’s also done this. He’s flown them here just for me. My mom’s eyes find mine, and she smiles so big, I feel it deep inside me. It’s been three months since I’ve seen her, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to break out into a huge grin and wave frantically at her.
When Max reaches the front, soft music begins, and the crowd stands up, turning to face me. I realize it’s my turn, and I’m struck with a wave of sheer panic. I can’t believe I really am getting married. Today. Conflicting emotions rush through me. I had no idea this morning that I would be standing here about to get married. A bundle of nerves twists inside me, and I pull in another shaky breath, praying that I don’t faint. Oh God, I don’t know if I can do this. Everyone is watching me, waiting to see what I’m going to do.
I look up, and when I lock eyes with Collins, the strength and love in his gaze warms me, and my body relaxes. I know this is the right thing. My feet find their purpose, I kick off the flip-flops and I take my first step down the aisle, relishing the feel of sun-warmed sand beneath my feet. The eyes of the crowd are on me, but I’m unable to take my eyes off him-the only man I’ve ever loved.
When I meet him at the altar, he takes my hands in his and leans in close. The sound of the crashing waves nearby means if we talk softly enough, our guests won’t hear us, and gives us a moment of privacy.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, wiping a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
“It’s better than I could have ever imagined.” My voice is quiet and a bit shaky, and my vision is blurring again with tears. Collins’ eyes fill with concern. I smile through the tears, and try to wipe them away, but it’s no use, so I laugh.
At that, Collins’ face brightens and he smiles. And I can see from the look in his eyes that he truly does adore me, and there’s no place he would rather be.
The official’s words are perfect, and I’m surprised to hear him telling the story of us, and the collective chuckle from the guests when he tells them we’ve been engaged for twenty years. I manage to get my tears mostly under control about halfway through the ceremony, so that when it’s time for us to kiss, I’m not a total mess. Collins bends down, taking me in his arms, and I reach my hands around his neck. He presses the sweetest kiss against my lips. It’s gentle, slow, and he draws it out, teasing me with little licks from his tongue. His hand brushes the bare skin of my back and I feel him harden against my stomach. It strikes me immediately that fifty or so of our closest friends are watching. We both go rigid and then begin laughing mid kiss, which seems to help his situation. He looks down at me through hooded eyes though and grumbles, “We’ll take care of that later,” in a voice low enough that only I can hear.
After the wedding, we take pictures near the surf and then join our guests under a big white tent on the beach behind Colton’s house. Collins has thought of everything. There’s a beautiful, multi-tier cake with purple flowers, a band playing soft jazz, and, the best part, all of our friends and family.
I find Leila on the dance floor, and join her.
“I’m so glad you came.” I pull her in for a hug.
“You look so happy,” she says, hugging me back “I’m glad you listened to me.”
I’m not sure if she’s talking about our her initial drunken advice that I should come out here in the first place, or her later advice when she encouraged me to stay, but I’m glad I listened to Leila-both times-and I’m glad she was right.
“I told you, you were right,” I say.
She smiles, I know it’s something she’s been waiting to hear ever since she got here, but her smile also says she’s happy for me.
A slow song comes on, and Collins appears at my side and pulls me to him. He’s not afraid to dance. At least not with me. We slow dance simply, my arms around his neck and his resting at my waist. Our bodies know each other, so even if we don’t know the song, we sway together perfectly.
I feel blessed that I’m able to share the best day of my life with all our loved ones. And I know I’m the luckiest woman alive because the man of my dreams has put this all together for me.
As we dance, my left hand is resting on his shoulder and I admire the way the diamond ring on my finger catches the light. “I can’t believe you did all this,” I say. “And kept it all a secret.”
“My brothers thought I was a little crazy planning all of this without officially asking you first.”
“It was insane.” I press my lips to his. “But in the very best way.”
“I love you, Mia,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically thick with emotion.
“I love you, too. Always have,” I admit.
Through the reception Collins doesn’t leave my side. His eyes and hands find their way all over my dress, and it’s obvious his desire to be alone with me rivals my desire to be with him.
Soon enough Collins announces that it is time for us to leave. As much as I’ve enjoyed the celebration with everyone, I can’t wait to get Collins alone and out of that sexy as hell tux. Our guests throw rice as Collins helps me into the waiting limo. He’s refused to tell me anything about our honeymoon other than that we’re having one. He also assures me that he’s okayed the time off with my employer. The information wins him yet another kiss from me. He has truly thought of everything.
As we near our destination it becomes clear that he can no longer hide his plans from me. We pull into the marina and Collins helps me out, guiding me towards his boat, The Gremlin. As we near the water, I come to a realization and stop. “We don’t have any luggage. I didn’t pack,” I say.
Collins ushers me along down the dock. “What do you think Kylie was doing while you were getting all dolled up? I had her go to our house and pack everything in your closet that wasn’t nailed down. Although,” his voice gets raspy and he growls into my ear, “I plan on keeping you naked for the better part of the next two weeks.”
My panties dampen instantly and a tiny gasp escapes my lips.
Collins chuckles and with little effort whisks me off my feet, making me squeal with surprise. He cradles me in his arms and steps towards the yacht’s ramp. “Collins,” I say nervously, locking my arms around his neck. I’d boarded the boat many times and knew the ramp was sturdy, but worried that with him holding me, we might end up a little too top heavy.
He stops and his eyes lock on mine. “It’s okay, Gremlin. I’ve got you.” The assurance in his voice reminds me that I have nothing to worry about, because Collins has always protected me. He’s never let anything bad happen to me, and never will. I let out a relaxing breath and he continues on board, heading straight down to the lower deck.
He doesn’t stop until we’re in the master suite with the door closed and locked behind us. Still he doesn’t let go of me right away, instead pulling me into a kiss while setting me down gently next to the bed. As he kisses me his hands trace a path down the smooth silk fabric of my gown. He unzips the side zipper and helps me out of the dress, carefully pulling the strap over my head then letting the dress drop to the floor.
The backless dress didn’t allow for a bra, so now I stand in front of him wearing my purple lace panties and my flip-flops from earlier in the day. It seems an odd combination to me. I giggle as I kick off the silly beach shoes.
He laughs too as he shrugs out of his jacket and undoes his cufflinks. “Life will never be boring with you.” He steps forward, letting me help him with the buttons on his shirt.
I’d always thought making love on my wedding night would be a nerve-wracking affair. With Collins I’m not nervous at all, I’m full of excitement, and as we unbutton his shirt we both realize our intense need to be naked and in each other’s arms and work faster, finally pulling off his shirt and undershirt.
Faced with his bare chest, my body fills with heat, and desire pools inside me.
“Take off your panties,” he says.
I do as he says, feeling the heat and desire grow as he tells me what to do. I stand fully naked in front of him. His eyes drink in my body. I’m glad I recently waxed, because I know he likes me bare.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is raspy and low. I find just the commanding tone of his voice is enough to make me wet. I sit back on the bed, and move to the center, waiting for him. He knows the wait is torture for me, and he takes pleasure in teasing me this way.
His eyes remain on my body and his hands carefully work at unbuckling his belt. Just watching him work slowly at removing his clothing is enough to make me press my legs together, in need of release.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Show me.”
I want to show him, but I’m not sure what he wants.
“Touch your beautiful breasts for me while I get undressed. Give me a show.”
I do as he says, cupping my breasts in each hand, pinching my nipples, which are already hard. I pull at them and tease them, and it feels so good I have to squeeze my legs together tighter.
“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice is close.
I hadn’t realized I had closed them, and when I open, he’s undressed, and lying on the bed next to me. His eyes, still full of desire, lock onto mine. “I’ll take it from here.” His hands cup my breasts, fondling them as he bends down, sucking on each nipple in turn. I arch my back as my body is assaulted with more pleasure than it can handle.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
His hand slides down over my opening. “You are so wet.”
“Yes, Collins. I need you. Please.”
He spreads my legs open and kneels down between them, rubbing his tip against my wet flesh. I moan, grab the headboard in anticipation, and he pushes in slowly at first. I’ve become accustomed to how big he is, but I still need a little time to be able to accommodate his size. He pulls back, then pushes in further, my body taking in more and more with each thrust until he’s filled me up, and I have to take a moment to remember to breathe.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his hand cupping my cheek.
After taking another breath, I nod. He leans in, kissing me gently on the lips, then slowly works his hips, and with each thrust I feel the tension build inside me as he moves faster. I find I need and can take more, and I meet his rhythm. He pumps faster and faster, and I want to come, but I wait until he’s ready for me. Holding on is torture, but he finally releases me.
“Come for me, Mia,” he says, and I do, in an earth shattering moment of pure bliss, I hold on to him and come apart. He continues pumping and comes just as I’m coming down, pulling me to him, filling me.
After, he wipes me clean, folds me in his arms, and holds me close.
“Mia, my Gremlin, my wife.” He runs his hands through my hair, removing the pins that have held it up all day. “Mrs. Drake.”
I look up at him and beam at the pride I see in his eyes.
“Collins, my husband.” I trace a line along his smooth abs.
He laughs and squirms as I glide over the ticklish section.
“Was the wedding everything you wanted? Because I know how important it is. Or at least I seem to remember thinking it must be important to you. After all, you started hoarding wedding magazines when you were ten,” he teases.
I bite my lower lip, and look down, embarrassed. But then I answer, “It couldn’t have been more perfect. How long have you been planning this?”
“A little while,” he says, as if it’s no big deal.
This morning seems like weeks ago, when he was up early and getting ready to go into ‘work.’ He must have been preparing all day getting ready. “How did your business deal turn out?”
“The business deal?”
“The one you’ve been working so hard on for the past few weeks.” I smile playfully at him.
His lips tug up in a grin. “So far so good. No, scratch that. It’s perfect.”
Epilogue
Collins
Six Months Later
Pace is in the pool with Max, and Colton is stationed at the grill, cooking succulent pieces of shrimp and steaks, but his eyes keep wandering over to his very pregnant wife.
Reluctant to leave Mia’s side, I’ve been hovering near the lounge chairs where the women are sunning themselves, occasionally fetching drinks, sunscreen and food for their growing bellies.
“I still can’t believe we’re all pregnant at the same time,” Mia says, placing her hand over her firm, round belly. She looks beautiful, full with my child, glowing and pretty. We had to change up our regular yachting tradition on the weekends since Sophie and Kylie’s queasy stomachs didn’t tolerate boating. Colton’s pool has been well-used this summer.
“I can’t believe we’re all brave enough to be wearing swimsuits while pregnant,” Kylie laughs. “Then again, Pace hasn’t minded the extra junk in my trunk, he says it’s an added bonus.”
I mentally file that under information I did not need to know about my little brother’s ass fetish.
But, damn straight. Because that’s the fucking truth.
Sophie shifts, an attempt to get more comfortable and sighs. “Well, my bikini days are done after today, my top is about to burst open, I’m quite certain of it. And I refuse to buy a bigger size.”
Every time Sophie has to pee, which is about every fifteen minutes, Colton stops what he’s doing and hefts her to her feet, where she promptly waddles inside to relieve her over-used bladder. It’s actually quite adorable, but when I told her that, she shot me a death glare, so I’m keeping my trap shut.
Mia and Kylie are each about four months along, but Sophie is due any day now. She and Colton are having a little girl, who they plan to name Becca Grace in honor of Sophie’s late sister. I think it’s a touching tribute. Mia and I talk about names everyday-text them to each other when I’m at work, but so far, we’re not sure. I’m guessing once we find out what we’re having, it’ll make things more clear. We didn’t want to waste any time starting our family. We’re both thirty, and want to have a few kids-so Mia stopped taking her birth control, and a couple months later-we were expecting.
The women have spent most of this morning talking about their pregnancy woes, a topic which I’ve become accustomed to in the last several months, but when the conversation around me shifts to pregnancy sex, Mia turns as red as a beet, and I have to excuse myself. There is only so much girl talk I can take. I’ll be back to check on them soon, but I need a dose of testosterone before I lose my man card.
I head toward Colton and the appetizing smells emanating from the grill. “How are they doing?” he asks when I get close.
“Good. But a man can only take so much discussion of food cravings, nipple sensitivity and the best methods for breast feeding.” I shudder.
Colton’s eyebrows shoot up, but before he can respond, a burst of laughter drifts over. “What are they talking about now?”
“Sex,” I say blankly.
Paces wanders over holding Max. They are both wrapped up in beach towels. “What’s so funny over there?” He tips his head in the direction of our women.
“Apparently pregnancy sex,” Colton comments.
Pace frowns and looks over at Kylie. “I have mixed feelings about the whole thing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. Lord knows, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off Mia. Between her swollen breasts, round hips, and her increased sex drive, we’ve spent entire Saturdays in bed.
“Dude. I don’t want to poke my baby in the head,” he admits.
Colton and I share an amused look, and then break out in a fit of hearty laughter.
Colton removes a shrimp from the grill and blows on it until it’s cool, then offers it to Max. “Here you go, buddy.”
Max babbles something at Colton, then nibbles on his shrimp before toddling over to his mom.
With Max over by the women, Colton thumps Pace on the back of the head. “Don’t be a dumbass, bro. The baby’s far away inside the uterus.”
“He’s right,” I say. “There’s no way your teeny weeny is going to hurt the baby.”
Pace grunts in disgust. “Teeny my ass. Step inside that pool house boys, and I’ll show you what a real man looks like.”
“No thanks,” Colton says, rolling his eyes. “My point is that your woman has needs. Needs that you would be fulfilling if you weren’t such a pussy,” Colton finishes and turns back to the grill.
“Pregnancy hormones increase the libido,” Colton says.
“Indeed,” I confirm, nodding while Colton and I share a fist-bump. Apparently Mia and I aren’t the only ones humping like bunnies these days. Good to know.
“Lunch is almost ready, do you want to gather the women and children?” Colton asks.
Crossing the stone patio together, Pace picks up Max, while I offer to help Sophie to her feet. “Ready?” I ask her.
She nods and holds out her hands to me. “Thank you, Coll.”
“Anytime.” I wait while Mia rises to her feet and slips into her sundress. “Ready for lunch?” I ask, before pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Absolutely. It smells amazing.”
When we’re all seated at the outdoor dining table, that Colton has designed to accommodate multiple highchairs, we clink glasses, toasting to family, health and safe deliveries of all three babies.
“So will Dad be flying into town soon?” I ask, after swallowing a bite of steak. He’s been here several times in the past few months, meeting Kylie and his first grandson after she and Pace got engaged, and again for my wedding, and then Pace’s wedding, which happened a few weeks later.
“Yeah, he flies in on Tuesday,” Colton says.
Sophie places her hand on top of her belly. “Hopefully I can make it that long.”
We all smile politely at her, and Colton kisses the top of her head. She’s been convinced she was in labor three times now.
“You’ll be great,” Kylie encourages. “Just get the drugs,” she says with a wink.
I see Mia cutting her food into small bites.
“Are you getting enough to eat?” I ask, feeding her a bite from my plate.
“I’m getting plenty,” she smiles at me.
I kiss her hand and give our baby a gentle pat. My brothers are used to seeing me act all mushy by now, and they rarely complain. Shit, they’re in the exact same boat.
It’s crazy that what started as three brothers whose idea of relationships was a one night stand with no commitments and no expectations has grown into what will soon be a family of ten. It’s kind of astounding when you think about it. Life may not be a fairytale-there are bumps and detours along the way-but I know Mia is my happily ever after. She is my forever.
—The End