by Katy Kaylee
My breath hitched. And then I remembered he’d accused me before of lying to him about birth control. He wasn’t angry now, but I wanted to be clear. I wanted everything out in the open.
I pressed my hands to his cheeks as he pushed me back on the couch, his large, hard body covering mine.
“I didn’t lie, exactly, about birth control then.”
His head cocked to the side, and his brows pulled together in question.
“I never said I was on birth control. I just thought it was safe because of where I was in my cycle. I did get on birth control the next day.”
He grinned. “My seed was just too potent.”
I laughed and was ridiculously pleased that he wasn’t mad. “No doubt.” I kissed him. “I am on the pill now. Just in case you’re wondering.”
“On or off…doesn’t matter to me as long as I can have you.”
My heart jumped in my chest. Did that mean he thought we should have more kids? That he was in this for the long haul?
He pushed my shirt up exposing my breasts, “Can I Summer? Can I have you?”
“Anytime you want Rafe. As long as I can have you.”
He looked at me with those magnificent dark brown eyes. “Don’t you know? I’ve always been yours. I’ll always be yours.”
“I love you so much Rafe. I can’t even tell you.”
He grinned. “Can you show me?”
“If you insist.” I pulled him down for a kiss. As he kissed me back, his hands roamed my body. There was no place on my body he’d never touched, and yet every time he caressed me, the magic of it was brand new.
He followed his hands with his lips, kissing and sucking my body all the way down to my ankles. He was on his knees on the couch, my leg on his shoulder, his eyes gazing down on me, as was his hard, long, thick dick.
“My sweet Summer.” He smiled. He moved off the couch and maneuvered me until I was sitting normally on the couch. He positioned himself on his knees between my legs. Grabbing each buttock, he pulled me to edge of the cushion, and then lowered his head to my wet, throbbing pussy. He licked once. “Mmm, my sweet Summer.”
I arched back, never tiring of the way he touched me, the way he ate me. My fingers gripped his head, holding him to me as I ground my hips into his mouth.
“I’m hungry, Summer. Give me your sweet pussy juice.”
His words never failed to ignite my blood. “Rafe…” My body was hot, every neuron on edge as my orgasm crept closer and closer.
He pushed my knees wider apart, and then tilting my hips up to his lips, he began to devour me. In an instant, he shot me up, and my whole body was writhing in need.
“Yes, yes…right there, oh God Rafe…I coming—” And then I was seeing stars as my orgasm burst through me. “Fuck…so good Rafe, so good.”
I was still gasping for breath when he lifted his head, his face covered in my cum. I leaned forward, kissing him, tasting him and me and our sweet, erotic love.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Summer.” And remaining on his knees, he inched closer. He took his thick shaft in his hand and tapped me on the belly with it.
I reached down and rubbed it. “I love your cock, Rafe.”
“Do you?” He rubbed it over my clit, and amazingly enough, my libido came to life again.
“Yes.”
“Does he make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“Does he make you scream my name?” He rubbed his head through my folds and teased my entrance.
I tilted my hips, wanting his massive cock to fill me. “You know he does.”
“He likes you too, Summer.” He tapped his cock head to my clit. “Only you, baby.”
“Show me, Rafe.” I needed him inside me. Now.
Fortunately, he indulged me. He pressed his dick to my needy entrance and pushed in. “Fuck yes. Only you, my sweet Summer.”
He didn’t hurry. He stroked in and out, slow and steady. I whimpered when he withdrew, and instead used his dick to rub my clit. Then he thrust in again.
“I love how you fill me Rafe. You feel so good. So good.”
His hands pinched and tweaked my hard nipples as he moved in and out of me. My hips rose to meet his thrusts as the pleasure built again.
He groaned. “Fuck Summer…I’m close…tell me you’re close…”
I was close but enjoying the delicious rise too much to rush to the finish. I moaned, letting him know he was making me feel just right.
“Summer, baby.” His hands gripped my hips, and his thrusts became harder, more urgent. “Touch yourself baby. Come with me.”
I slid my fingers down over my belly, flicking my clit as Rafe pounded his cock in and out of me.
“So hot…fuck, so hot when you touch yourself.” He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pulled my hips off the edge of the cushion. Then he let go of any restraint he might have had, and fucked me hard. I love watching as his face showed the mix of pain and pleasure as he sought his release. “Baby, come with me. Ah, fuck…come with me.”
I rubbed my clit harder, and then I was there. I flew fast and free, my pussy gripping him, feeling the friction of him as he surged inside me.
He let out a long feral growl and then his hot seed filled my womb. Someday maybe he’d do this and we’d make another baby. For now, I was just so happy to have him in me, a part of me.
He thrust over and over, until finally, he collapsed, his head dropping to my belly.
I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the silky feel of it. “Thank you for giving me another chance, Rafe. My life wouldn’t be complete without you.”
He lifted his head to look at me. “I feel the same about you Summer. Like my only chance at peace and happiness is with you.”
I continued to thread my fingers through his hair. “I’m going to make sure you have peace and happiness every day. I promise.”
He turned his head and kissed my palm. “I promise that too, my sweet Summer.”
Epilogue
Summer
I woke to the smell of bacon and the sounds of Rafe and Emma in the kitchen. For three months we’d been living in bliss as a family. The day we moved in, Rafe and I christened nearly every room and surface of the home, but when Emma was with us, our passions were reserved to the bedroom. That was fine, Rafe was a potent man, and together we were creative in getting each other off.
Our daily lives fell into a happy routine. I worked weekdays while Rafe put together his plan to open a non-profit to rescue dogs and train them to be service animals for vets. Maisy wasn’t the smartest dog in the world, but I had to say she was the sweetest. She was so good to Emma, and she seemed to be right by Rafe’s side when he was feeling off-kilter. And because of the work he was doing, she was able to always be with him.
He’d had a few episodes since we’d moved in, but he managed them well. He was sticking with his counseling, but he still often wondered if it would really help. “You’re all I need, my sweet Summer,” he’d say.
Today was Saturday, which was father-daughter mornings. They’d take Maisy for a walk and then make breakfast. Emma would always fuss if I got up before they were done, so I’d learned to sleep in and wait until I could smell the bacon.
I got up and put on my robe. I walked into the kitchen to find them standing side by side, with Emma on a stool. Rafe was flipping pancakes while Emma was guarding the plate of finished breakfast treats. Maisy was waiting patiently for any stray food that might fall her way.
“Good morning.”
He turned and smiled. “Morning.”
“Mommy, breakfast is ready.”
“Good I’m starving.”
Rafe bent closer to Emma and whispered something. She giggled, and I wondered what they were up to.
“Daddy, can I put the pancakes on the table?”
It always made my heart sing to hear her call Rafe daddy. Judging by the look of love and awe on his face, it did the same for him too.
“Yes. But don’t let
your mom steal any.” He winked at me over his shoulder.
“I won’t.” She jumped down from her stool, and with Rafe’s help, picked up the plate from the counter and brought it to the already set table. I sat in my usual place and waited for them.
Rafe brought the bacon he’d been keeping warm in the oven, and the carafe of coffee. Then the two of them stood side-by-side at the table.
“You going to join me or just watch me eat?” I asked quirking a brow at them.
Emma looked up at Rafe and grinned. “Daddy, do it.”
I frowned. Do what?
His cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat. “Emma and I have been talking and we’ve decided that this family isn’t quite complete yet.”
“Oh?” We had each other, a dog and a home. What more did we need?
Rafe reached into his pocket and pulled something out, and then dropped to one knee in front of me.
My heart leaped in my chest and my breath caught.
“My sweet Summer. Will you marry me?”
Emma giggled. “Say yes, mommy. Say yes.”
He stole my breath and I almost couldn’t get the words out. But my head bobbed up and down like a loon. “Yes. Oh yes, Rafe. I love you.” I pulled him to me for a kiss.
“He needs to give you the ring mommy,” Emma said in a tone that suggested I was doing it wrong. But as I looked in Rafe’s eyes, I knew we were doing everything just right.
After breakfast, Rafe took Emma to Jess’ where her daughter Chloe was having a sleepover. That, of course, meant that Rafe and I had the whole day and night for just us. I showered and cleaned up breakfast as I waited for him to come home. I put Maisy out in the fenced yard, then I waited for Rafe with my own gift.
When he came through the door, he found me waiting in the living room. He wrapped me in his arms, pushed me back until he pinned me against the wall, and then he kissed me like a starving man just brought a feast.
“I love being a father,” he said as he trailed kisses along my jaw.
“I know. You’re really good at it too.”
“But I love having time just for us. Is that wrong?”
“No.” Before he could resume his passions and make me forget my goal, I said, “Rafe.”
“Yes.” His hands and lips were all over me.
“I have something for you.”
“I have something for you.” He took my hand and pressed it against his erection.
I moaned, nearly letting desire distract me. “First, I want to give you something.”
He lifted his head, his eyes flashing with wicked desire. “I want to give you something.”
I laughed. “Give me a minute you beast.”
He waggled his brows. “It’s your fault.” But he moved back slightly, giving me space.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope and handed it to him. He studied it and then me for a moment before taking it from me. “What’s this?”
“It’s something I should have done from the beginning.”
He opened the envelope and took out the paper. As he studied it, tears came to his eyes. He looked up at me. “It’s Emma’s birth certificate.”
I nodded. “I had it redone. Correctly this time. Emma Raffaella Buchanan.”
“Fuck, Summer. You undo me.” He pulled me into a tight embrace, setting the paper on the small desk next to him.
“I love you, Rafe. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You and me and Emma. Together.”
He lifted his head and looked at me with intense, earnest eyes. “You’ve given me my life. You’ve given me a child.” His eyes swam with emotion. “You’re going to be my wife. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
I waggled my brows. “You’re about to get really lucky.”
He grinned. “Promise?”
With a coy smile, I began to undress, revealing the sexy new lingerie I’d bought on the way home from work yesterday when I’d remembered Emma would be gone at her sleepover today.
His eyes shone with wicked desire as he watched me. Then he saw the pretty lacy underwear and his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Holy fuck, Summer.”
“Do you like it?”
“I think I just came in my pants.”
“Let’s find out, shall we?” I undid his pants and pushed them down with his briefs - down his strong, long legs. His cock popped out, hard and long. I dropped to my knees and immediately sucked him deep into my mouth.
“Aw…fuck…good Christ…” His fingers gripped my head and his hips began to thrust as he let out a long moan. Giving Rafe pleasure was one of my many missions in life, along with making sure he knew he was loved, and valued.
He fucked my mouth a few times, and then withdrew, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall. “You fucking make me hot.”
“Good.”
His lips and hands were all over me, fast and furious as if he couldn’t figure where to start or what to focus on. I always felt incredibly sexy when he was desperate like this.
Finally, he dropped his forehead against mine and took a breath. “I’ve got all day.” He said it mostly to himself as if to slow himself down. It seemed to have worked because he went from a hundred miles per hour to one. He took his time, kissing me, running his tongue over my collar bone as he slowly pulled the strap of my lacy camisole off my shoulder. He was torturously slow, but finally, I was naked, and his hot flesh was pinning me against the wall again.
He took my hands, holding them over my head, his eyes penetrating mine. He continued to pin my hands above me with one hand, as he used his other to hook under my thigh lifting it and opening me to him. “I love you.”
My heart rolled in my chest. Still after all this time, to hear him say that had such an effect on me. “I love you, Rafe.”
He pushed inside me, slowly, his gaze holding mine as he slid each delicious inch of his cock in until finally, he filled me. He held still there, and the moment filled with emotion. Everything between us, the love, the passion, the ultimate bliss wove between us, drawing us closer and closer until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
“Do you feel it?” he whispered.
I nodded. Tears of joy filled my eyes. “We’re one.”
He nodded. “One.” Then slowly he moved, our gazes holding as he slid in and out, in and out, stealing my breath with each delicious stroke.
“I want to touch you.”
He released my hands, and I brought them to his face, making sure his gaze stayed on mine, as his movements became more powerful and urgent. Our breathing picked up and yet stayed in time. He surged inside me, each stroke hitting me deeper, sending me higher and higher.
He groaned. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I nodded. I was teetering on the edge. The pleasure was coiled tight and any moment he’d send me soaring. With each stroke his cock felt larger, thicker, the friction more sensuous.
My breath hitched. “Rafe…”
“Now baby, come now.”
All of sudden, his strokes shortened but quickened until he was pistoning inside me.
“Now, now, now…” he chanted.
Then with one powerful thrust deep into my womb, he sent me flying. He ground his hips against mine as his hot essence filled me. Then he did it again, and he kept me in that orgasmic high.
“Yes, fuck yes.” He said as he thrust and ground again. And then again. And then one more time, until he sagged against me. “Can you believe it?” he murmured in my ear.
“Believe what?” I held on to him for dear life. I couldn’t feel my legs and only his large body pinning me to the wall kept me from sliding to the floor in a gelatinous heap.
“We have a lifetime of this to look forward too.”
I smiled at him. “Will you be doing this to me when we’re eighty?”
“Baby, if I can get it up at eighty, I’ll still be giving it to you.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “You say the most romantic things.”
/> He grinned. Then he kissed me, and I felt the tingle of desire start to grow again. “What do you say you let me give it to you again? Maybe out along the river bank like the first time...”
I nodded. “That sounds perfect.”
He kissed me one more time, then simply held me. “You’re perfect, my sweet Summer.”
***The End***
Misunderstood
Description
Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick.
An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle.
My brother’s ex best friend, and my new client.
Four years ago, he took my innocence and left – without a word.
Today, he’s the star quarterback who needs an image makeover,
And I’m his publicist, who doesn’t quite believe him.
Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand – making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor.
Complications: I’m falling for him all over again.
Well, sleeping with a client is a no-no.
Making out with him on my desk – a bigger no-no!
Making a baby with him?
What was I thinking!
Prologue
Katie
My life was nearly perfect. I’d earned my college degree a month ago and just finished my first week as a marketing assistant at a PR firm in St. Louis, Missouri. I had parents who were proud of me, and a brother I adored was getting married in a week. I had several great friends who were with me now as I entered the bar section of the restaurant we liked to hang out at sometimes.
“Do you think dancing Jack will be here this week?” My friend Jenny asked our other friend Tanya, who’d gone home with a handsome yet awkward dancer last week.
“I wouldn’t mind another go-around with him.” She winked. “What about you, Katie? Think you’ll find your lover boy?”
Both of my friends knew that I was still a virgin. I knew deep down they thought it was scandalous that I was twenty-one years old and never had sex. They were nice enough not to tease me about it, but they’d also made it a goal to have me turn in my V-card ASAP.
