You Re Courting Me Novels & Stories

Courtney has proven time and time again that she only saw me for my fame and the money. “I just couldn’t stay away, Ashy Love. You were so sexy out there, running yourself into the end zone like the fabulous quarterback that you are!” She flips some of her hair behind her as though she’s practiced it a hundred times for this one moment. Is she trying to flirt with me right now? Seriously? “What do you want, Courtney? I thought I told you I was done with your bullshit.”

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

Mind you, my height is only 5'5 and he is 6'2. "I'll court you every day until you have no choice but to become mine." It even answered me that I deliberately swallowed. "A-and why are you l-dating me?" I'm wondering, but hey, I can't get rid of the thrill! "Because I like you, I like you more than anything in this world," Cayden answered me as he stared at me. Because I like you, I like you more than anything in this world..... Because I like you, I like you more than anything in this world.....

Every part of us was connected in every way possible. We held tightly as we jerked into each other, the aftershocks wracking our sweaty bodies. Elio kissed my hair over and over as I kissed his neck, crying because how could I be so lucky? Life seemed shorter with him in mine. Each day became a fairytale and I was so happy. I found my soulmate. THE END! CLAIM ME, I’M YOURS (Book 2 Coming Soon) Irya A job offer I can’t refuse and a man I can’t resist.

“I want to be able to call you ‘honey’. And ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’ and several other things in that vein.” She felt a smile cross her face. “Because we met in a bar?” “No. Because I’m now officially courting you.” She laughed aloud. “You’re what-ing me?” “Courting you. Also known as wooing you.” “Isn’t that something that was done in sixteenth century Scotland or something, with noble families? Months of long walks and talking in the parlour over tea?” “Yeah. So?” “So I prefer to sit on my ass and watch movies, and I like coffee more.”

he insisted. I could see him fumbling with his fingers. He wasn't maintaining his gaze at me which means he didn't mean it, right? I walked to him without thinking, gave him a gentle push till he was lying on the bed, then I positioned my legs but his sides and sat, resting my butt on his manhood. “What are you doing?” Korn asked. I ignored his question and bent in to kiss him. Our tongues were on fire and each twist and curl was filled with passion that none of us can deny not feeling.

“I’ll take you out for dinner.” “You mean going out, like on a date?” I asked, my eyes bright, my anger already forgotten. “Like going to a fancy restaurant and being seen by everyone?” He smiled indulgently, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I intend to court you, which I’ve never done in my long existence.” He palmed my needy cunt and whispered in my ear, “I’ll do right by you and earn the right to fuck this tight pussy and claim you.” And then he was gone, leaving me burning and fuming under the trees in the twilit garden.

“It’s Sunday, and I want to take my wife out on a date.” My mouth fell open slightly, and I gasped. “A date?” The words sounded foreign even to me. “I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to be out on a date with Hunter Steele.” He stepped closer, closing the space between us. “Then let’s make it something you’ll never forget,” he said, holding his hand out to me. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand in his, the warmth of his touch sending an unexpected jolt through me. He led me toward the living room and my breath hitched when I saw what was waiting for me.

A rush of excitement coursed through me “Clairessa Hartwood,” he continued, my name like a vow on his tongue, “there’s no doing life without you. I once told you my love would rival the oceans. Now, here, on the very deck where I once made you a proposition to be mine without emotional attachment, I’m begging on my knees. Give me the chance to be by your side for life. I’ll be willingly chained to your side. Let’s start our beautiful family and grow old together. Marry me?”

Not because I hadn’t seen this coming, but because he said it like I had the kind of options girls like me never really had. I laughed lightly. “You’re not afraid to be bold, huh?” He grinned. “I didn’t want to scare you. I know you might want all the... courting things. A proper process.” “Courting,” I repeated, amused. “With flowers and letters and duels at dawn?” “If that’s what it takes.” “You don’t even know me.” “I’d like to,” he replied. I looked down for a beat, fiddling with my bracelet. “Why would someone like you want to be with someone like me?”