He’d said that a bit louder than he’d intended. But his gorgeous girl was smiling, ear to ear. She loved him. And she’d promised not to stop, even if he’d just made an ass of himself .
When it was Sabrina’s turn to answer, she rose her voice as well. Her vows rang out loud and true. The crowd broke out into cheers as Nick swooped her into his arms, kissing her senseless .
“I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may… kiss the bride .”
The priest seemed a bit put off that he’d jumped the gun, but Nick was too chuffed to care. He grinned at the silver haired old man .
“Already did that bit , mate .”
He winked, and lifted his bride in his arms, carrying her out of the chapel .
“Nick, your supposed to carry me over the threshold, not through the wedding reception !”
“I’m going to carry you all the way to Capri, love. Speaking of which, I bought you something. A little wedding gift .”
She raised a brow as he carried her to the honeymoon suite .
“Is it in the bedroom ?”
He grinned .
“No, but I have a picture of it in here. Plus, I want to make love to my wife .”
She was laughing as he pulled out the brochure and showed her their new yacht .
The Sabrina .
He was raining little kisses all over her neck when she tapped his shoulder .
“I have a gift for you too .”
He didn’t stop kissing her, trying to sort out how to shag her without removing her dress. Bending her over would be the most practical, but it wasn’t exactly romantic .
“What’s that , love ?”
“I went off the pill .”
“You did? That’s fantastic! We can start making a baby right away !”
She giggled, leaning in to whisper .
“We already have .”
He stopped kissing her and stared down into her glowing face .
“ You mean ?”
“Yes. We’re having a baby .”
Nick’s heart turned over. He was a husband. And soon, he was going to be a daddy .
He’d done it. He’d gotten everything he wanted in life. It was so much more than he’d ever hoped for .
Not bad for such a bloody bastard after all .
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O ther works by Joanna Blake :
BRO '
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One )
HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two )
DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues )
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection )
Torpedo
Cuffed (The Untouchables MC )
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC )
Ride With The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC )
Trust The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC )
Dare Me ( ROCK GODS )
Slay Me ( ROCK GODS )
C OMING SOON :
The next book in the ROCK GODS series
The Continuation of Mason and Cain’s stories in The Untouchable’s Trilogy
T urn the page for excerpts from Joanna Blake's Torpedo, Cockpit, Cuffed, Go Long, GRIND, BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer .
Excerpt of Torpedo
Gabe
"H mmfff, this is good ."
I grinned at the gorgeous girl who was staring out the window. She was trying not to look at me, I realized. To give me privacy so I could eat .
It was considerate .
But I didn't like it .
Not one bit .
And this sandwich was damn good. Delicious even. She'd done something with basic turkey and made it delicious. Avocado, tomato and sliced onions. A touch of mustard and... I think she'd put a little salt and vinegar on the veggies .
I smacked my lips .
Yep, that was it. Oil and vinegar. That's the kind of sandwich you got in an authentic Italian cafe. I looked at her with newfound respect. Tabitha was full of surprises .
The girl could cook .
I let my eyes travel over her curves, wondering what else she could do. That led to a couple of visual images that were definitely not PG. Or even PG 13. More like R verging on those soft-core movies they showed late at night on certain cable channels .
The 'movies' with the terrible actors and actresses with fake boobs. There was nothing fake on Tabitha though. I licked my lips, looking her over .
Hmmmfff... not one damn thing. I tilted my head to the side, trying to imagine her naked. And smiling . And -
"Are you okay ?"
Tabitha ran across the room and thwaked me on the back. I coughed out the bite I'd been slowly chewing. I had not been choking. I had simply been distracted by her bodacious -
"Gabe !"
She was staring at me, reaching for my mouth. I realized she was going to start manually clearing my air pipe in about three seconds if I didn't say anything. I guess she was a pretty good nurse after all. Or nurse-in-training .
" I'm fine !"
I was, however, hard as a rock. Tabby was kneeling between my knees, her hands on my thighs. It was an almost-about-to-give-head position. I stared at her, my eyes devouring her. I wanted to remember this moment, for later .
She smelled so good, like vanilla and cinnamon. She looked even better than she smelled, with her wide eyes and creamy skin, those gorgeous lips of hers parted unconsciously. It was too much. I felt my cock lurch in response .
I moaned. Loudly .
She leaned back, moving her hands away from my knees .
"Did I hurt you ?"
"No. I just -"
I grabbed a magazine and dropped it on my lap .
" I'm fine ."
She looked at me suspiciously, as if she knew I was lying. Or kind of lying. I was fine other than having a nuclear warhead in my pants. But she knew something was up .
Clearly, Tabitha's bullshit-o-meter was a finely tuned piece of equipment .
That didn't surprise me actually. She hadn't had an easy time of it back in high school. From what I could tell, the guys were always after her but she didn't have a lot of friends .
She had a reputation as kind of a tough girl actually .
She didn't look tough to me though. She never had. She looked... just over it. The girl was not easily impressed. I realized we had that in common .
"So, what have you been up to? Since high school ?"
She narrowed her eyes at me. I could see her chewing the inside of her cheek. It made me want to yank her down on my lap and -
"This isn't a social call, Gabe. I'm here to take care of you ."
I held up my hands and smiled cajolingly. Thankfully the magazine didn't slip. That would have been embarrassing .
And it would have ruined the plans I was making. My dirty mind was very, very busy today. First, I had plans to get her in bed, and then I had lots of ideas what to do once I had her there .
My earlier resistance to having her as my aid was rapidly fading. No, I did not want this ridiculously hot woman seeing me like this. But maybe I could use it to my advantage .
Gain her sympathy and all that .
Besides, I never backed away from a challenge .
Somehow, having her resist my attempts to draw her out was making me even more determined. She couldn't be more appealing if she was covered in whipped cream with cherries on top .
But she wasn't making it easy. Tabby was a tough nut to crack. I could not stop myself from wa
nting to crack her shell wide open .
As annoying as it was to be stuck in a wheelchair, I was going to use whatever I could to get Tabby in my bed. I was going to get this girl, once and for all. Not just once or twice either. I wanted a year long fuck-a-thon. Maybe longer .
I'd have to soften her up first though. I smiled to myself, thinking that wouldn't be a problem. I knew how to charm someone when I needed to .
By the time I was walking, she'd be at my beck and call .
"But I need to stay in good spirits. Isn't that part of healing? I thought I read that fifty percent of all healing was mental ."
I gave her a sad look .
"I'm... lonely. Stuck down here by myself. I'm just asking you to talk, not for your hand in marriage ."
She stared at me, her eyes searching. She glanced at her watch. Then she shrugged .
"Okay, fine. You don't need to take any pills for a few more hours. What do you want to talk about ?"
I leaned back in my seat, mentally rubbing my hands together. And then undressing her. And then -
"I wondered what happened to you after high school. Fill me in ."
She looked more than a little uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I was curious. And it wasn't like I was going to tell anyone .
"What do you want to know ?"
I smiled .
"Everything ."
Excerpt of Cockpit
Jagger
I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped it, admiring the way she looked in those tight jeans of hers as she stomped off. She was a redhead alright. Only a russet haired woman would slap a man after kissing the hell out of him .
And Jenny was one hell of a kisser .
I took my time coming back in. Not because I was worried she'd slap me again. I was just deep in thought .
Mostly thinking about gettin' deep in her .
I sat down and ordered a watered down pitcher of beer. I had a long night ahead of me. I had someone to walk home .
Jenny scowled at me while she took my order, and scowled when she watched the other bartender bring it back. She scowled when she brought me a basket of fries .
The woman basically scowled up and down the whole night .
I sat back and waited for her shift to end, enjoying the memory of the way her luscious body had melted against me. It was getting close to time when she asked me if I wanted anything else. I took my time, staring up and down her body .
"Oh yeah honey, I can think of a lot of things ."
"I'm not a piece of meat, Jagger !"
"No, you're definitely not a piece of meat. But you do look tender ."
Jenny threw my check at me and turned tail to see to her other tables. I made my last beer count, sipping it slow as molasses until I was the last guy in the place. She started getting ready to close up. She 'accidentally' mopped right over my boots .
I smiled and stood up, throwing a fifty-dollar tip on the table. Her eyes widened. She stared at me as I walked out of the bar .
'Course I was waiting out front for her when she came out fifteen minutes later .
She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she walked up to me and tossed that fifty-dollar bill in my face .
"I'm not for sale you sonofabitch !"
I looked right at her. She was angry. But she had mistaken my meaning .
"I didn't say you were ."
"Then what are you doing tipping like that ?"
"I took up a seat in your section all night. Seemed fair ."
She stared at me belligerently .
"Well, I'm not taking it ."
"How about a twenty ?"
"What are you, a cash machine ?"
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her glorious, perfect, mind-bending chest. I pulled out a ten and a five .
"Fifteen ?"
She yanked the money out of my hand so fast I got rug burn. Then she stomped off. The woman had a pair of legs on her. And she made good use of them .
I was whistling as I followed her back towards the base .
Excerpt of Cuffed
Connor
“S cream all you want, honey. No one’s gonna hear you .”
She tugged frantically at her ankle, then stopped to glare at me. Dammit, the old stereotype was true. Casey was even prettier than usual when she was angry .
“You’re not going anywhere .”
“You can’t do this .”
“I can. And I will .”
“This is- kidnapping !”
“You aren’t a kid. And I’m a federal agent .”
“Good! If someone finds out they will throw you in jail !”
I smiled at her calmly, my eyes trailing over her long legs. She was wearing tight jeans and they were extremely sexy for some reason .
Probably because she was wearing them .
“I don’t think so .”
“Oh yeah? How are you going to explain this ?”
She held up the chain and waved it at me .
“Kinky sex game ?”
Her mouth opened in shock. I had her there. And damn if it didn’t give me ideas .
“I’m tired Casey, or whatever your name is. But you are going to tell me something. You are going to tell me everything .”
Her eyes were wide as I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her .
“No, I’m not .”
“Yes. You are .”
I smiled and reached out for her. Then I pulled her over my lap. She screamed as she lay facedown on the couch. Her perfect bottom was high up in the air as she wiggled around, trying to get away .
I grunted, realizing my dick was getting hard and that there was no way to hide it from her .
She stopped wiggling with a loud gasp .
Oh yeah, she’d noticed alright .
I rested one hand on her back to hold her in place and laid one over the generous globes of her delicious looking ass .
Hmmff… it felt nice too. Really fucking nice. I smiled to myself and lifted my hand .
Time to make it jiggle .
SMACK .
“Was Dante at the Jar that night ?”
“Ow! Yes, Christ I told you !”
SMACK .
“Did you see him with the vic ?”
Silence. So be it. I lifted my hand again .
SMACK .
“Did you see Dante with the vic ?”
“No !”
I stopped, my hand frozen in midair. I knew it was insane what I was doing. Everything I was doing .
I was too close to the case. It was the middle of the night. The girl brought out a protective urge in me .
But it was more than all that .
Her shoulders were shaking. I let my hand rest on her bottom. I stroked her softly, knowing that it was dangerous .
Stupid .
But Jesus it felt right .
She sat up and stared at me. Those bright blue eyes of hers shimmered with unshed tears .
I reached out, my head tilted as I examined her. My fingers found her cheek and noticed that they were dry. She hadn’t let a single tear fall .
I smiled into that beautiful, perfect face of hers .
“Liar .”
Excerpt of Go Long
Belinda
"H ow do you like our campus so far Kyle ?"
Kyle smiled benignly at my mother. He looked as innocent as a choirboy. Meanwhile, under the table his foot was brushing mine. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate until he did it again. I scowled at him as he oozed charm and good will. All false of course .
I wasn't fooled .
"It's the most beautiful I've ever seen. And the students have been... very friendly ."
He grinned at me pointedly and popped a bite of food into his mouth. He made it clear he was talking about me as his foot caressed mine again. I kick
ed him and he nearly choked. I smiled serenely as my father pounded his back .
Kyle glared at me as he wiped his mouth .
I gave him a look that clearly said 'two can play at that game .'
"Thank you Coach ."
"Make sure you chew your food, boy. Can't lose you before the season starts !"
I put my chin on my hand and smiled sweetly. I knew more about sports than most men. But Kyle didn't know that. I intended to milk it .
"Daddy, isn't it unusual to put a walk-on on the team ?"
"Hardly ever happens at this level. But Kyle here is an unusual young man ."
" He is ?"
"He's unnaturally talented on the field Bellie. His military training had a lot to do with it, but some people are just naturals ."
"Bellie ?"
Kyle's eyes were glowing mischievously. I could have screamed. My plan to control the conversation had completely backfired. If he started calling me 'Bellie' I would lose it. I really would .
"That's what we call our little girl. Did you know they actually pay her to attend school? She had a full ride of course, but they actually give her a stipend and all sorts of administrative jobs for extra money. She has career academic written all over her ."
I groaned inwardly. Did he have to make me sound like a cross between a 12 year-old and a grandma? That's what I was really. Kyle was right when he called me Miss Priss. Just a little girl who acted like the biggest, most responsible, boring goodie two-shoes ever to walk the face of the -
Kyle was staring at my breasts. Not just staring either. He licked his lips and made an appreciative grimace. Like he couldn't stand being this close to me and not touching me .
I coughed, nearly spitting out my mashed potatoes .
He was touching me with his eyes. It was practically foreplay! I tried to ignore him but it was too late. A hot pool of lust had settled in my belly. I crossed my arms, realizing my nipples were hard. I jumped up, knocking over my glass of iced tea .
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