by Violet Paige
“Good night, son.” I kissed him on the head, turned off the light, and closed the door.
40
Julie
Hawk walked back into the bedroom and locked the door behind him. My emotions were twisted inside me.
I was still angry, but it was nestled inside relief. He had saved Hunter from a legal battle. He had kept him safe. He had fulfilled his promise to me.
“He’s out,” he reported.
I nodded. “He read until he fell asleep.”
I shivered as his glorious green eyes raked over my body. I got lost in the depths of them every time he looked at me that way.
“Come with me.” He offered me his hand.
“What are you doing?” I wasn’t ready to shed the resentment I had. He had hurt me. Whether intentional or not, it didn’t just go away.
“We’re getting in a hot shower together.” He turned the hot water knob and waited for the steam to rise. “And I’m going to wash your body.”
I cocked my head sideways. “I don’t know about that.”
His fingers fastened on the button on my blouse. “I’m going to take care of you always. Even when you’re angry. I promise you won’t walk out of that shower still mad at me.” He winked.
I didn’t know if it was the challenge. But I stepped out of my jeans and into the shower. Convinced he couldn’t seduce away the hurt feelings.
But I was wrong. So wrong.
Hawk climbed in after me. His massive shoulders taking up much of the space in the shower. He lathered soap in his hands and then placed them on my shoulders.
“Just relax,” he ordered, spinning me toward the wall.
I turned around giving him my back. His hands felt like magic as they worked their way down my spine and then back up across my shoulders, up my neck.
He dropped to his knees and continued rubbing the soap into my skin. My legs and feet have never been cleaned this well in their whole existence. I’m sure of it.
When he reached up to clean between my legs I inhaled sharply.
I whimpered a little as he ran his fingers along each side of my pussy lips and then pulled back to rub across my clit. My breathing became more erratic with each caress of his hand. I wished he would reach back just a little more and slide a finger inside of me or his cock.
Anything.
I squirmed back and forth causing him to chuckle.
“My little minx,” he growled, turning me around to face him. His mouth captured mine in a kiss so blistering hot I didn’t know how the walls didn’t go up in flames around us. As he pulled away, he pressed me back against the wall.
“Sit.” He ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. If there was one thing I had learned, it was to listen to this man when he spoke. I sat on the bench built into the shower, and watched as he knelt before me. When he lowered his head between my legs I wanted to scream and cry. I wanted him.
Then I felt his tongue dart out against my clit. I spread my legs wide for him, eager for more.
Once.
Twice.
He sucked me into his mouth and bit down ever so gently but enough that I knew he had me and that I couldn’t pull away. With my clit clamped tight between his teeth, he flicked his tongue against me over and over.
My hands gripped at his hair while the hot water splattered around us.
“No. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.” I breathed. My forgiveness was growing.
“Mmm.” He moaned as he sucked me back into his mouth while I rode his face with frantic force.
I glanced down at this amazing man before me as he knelt in the shower, steam cascading all around us and I realized how much I loved him.
How hard I had been falling. Why I was so angry with him when he went out on his own. Why all of it mattered so much. I loved Kane Hawkins.
I didn’t think this man knew what in the hell he was doing to me. Every single time he touched me, he took another piece of my heart and firmly stored it away. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if I knew how the hell he felt or where he thought this was going.
With all the stuff going on with Hunter we hadn’t had a chance to sit down and talk about anything and that worried me. What if we weren’t on the same page? What if tonight was the beginning of that? What if Hawk did everything on his own and couldn’t find a way to let me in?
I wanted to know him. I wanted this. I wanted him.
My hips jutted forward.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Yes,” he groaned against my pussy.
My head fell backward as I offered myself to him again. He was relentless, pushing my knees wide.
His tongue darted while his fingers pushed inside me. Twisting and pumping tighter and faster. Harder and deeper.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried.
With one powerful lick he sent me over the edge. My body convulsed and quivered. I gasped for breath. I searched for gravity. But I was floating in a blissful haze.
Hawk’s eyes locked on mine. He lowered my feet to the tiles, where the hot water pooled at my toes. He kissed my stomach and then each nipple, drawing closer to my lips.
“I love you, Julie.”
I gasped. “Oh, God.”
“I do. I’m sorry I screwed up. But damn, I’m so in love with you.”
My arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you too. So much.”
“I didn’t mean to be a dick.”
I kissed him tenderly, tasting the soap and traces of myself on his lips. “I know. Don’t leave me out next time.”
“I won’t.”
He picked me up, cutting off the water with his free hand. He grabbed up two towels on his way out of the shower. “I bought you another early Christmas present.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “Mmhmm. This one has two settings. I think you’ll like it. And I swear it’s whisper quiet.”
My body tingled. “What every girl wants for Christmas.” I giggled.
“As long as my girl wants it, that’s all I care about.”
“I love you, Hawk. Now take me to bed and fuck me with everything you have.”
He laughed loudly. “Done, baby. You don’t have to say that twice.”
Epilogue
Two weeks later
I stretched out and looked at the sleeping goddess next to me. It was game day. It was Christmas day. Seemed like a double win. I reached my hand around my waist to draw her toward me when I heard pounding on the bedroom door.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Julie yanked the covers and wrapped the sheet around her bare breasts, eyeing me. “He’s excited.” She smiled.
“I want my game day ritual,” I groaned, trying to pry my hand between her legs. The door was locked. “He can wait a few minutes.”
She swatted at me and giggled. “Later. We have an eight-year-old on Christmas morning. Patience is not a thing here.”
We climbed out of bed and dressed.
“We’ll be right out,” Julie called through the door.
As soon as we opened it Hunter was jumping up and down in the hallway. “You won’t believe what’s out there.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“An Xbox.”
Julie laughed. “No way.”
“Come on. Come on.” He tugged on both of our wrists. We followed him to the living room.
The tree was lit. The fire was roaring. There was snow on the ground. And I had the two most important people in my life gathered under the tree.
Hunter landed on the floor in awe of the gifts sprinkled around. We didn’t want to go overboard, but I don’t think we did a very good job of reining it in. There were enough toys here for all the kids at the group home. I wanted him to have everything I didn’t. Maybe it was excessive, but I couldn’t help it.
Julie and I had made a generous donation to the home in Hunter’s name. We wanted to make sure his friends had presents too.
Julie’s hands wrapped around my waist. She
leaned into my back. “Merry Christmas.”
I pulled her around to face me. “Come here.” I dipped to kiss her.
“I have a present for you,” she announced.
She bent by the tree and rifled through the gifts. She rose, holding a box tied with a blue ribbon.
“Wait. I want you to open mine first.”
I ran to the mantle and grabbed the box. I had put it there last night when everyone had fallen asleep. I didn’t want to take a chance it would get lost under the tree with the wrapping paper flying all over the place.
“But—”
“No, please. Open it first,” I urged.
“But this is really something you’ll like,” she protested.
“I know I will, baby, but please.”
She shrugged. “Ok.”
Hunter was busy with a set of cars that raced each other on the track. We had our own moment on the couch. The two presents rested between us.
As soon as she held the box in her hand my chest tightened. My life was getting ready to change. The lid on the box cracked as her eyes widened.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
I dropped to my knee. “Will you marry me?”
I plucked the diamond from the velvet cushion and held it toward her finger.
She nodded, the tears filling her eyes. “Yes. Oh my God. Yes.”
I slipped the ring on her finger. It looked good. Huge. Glittery. Expensive.
“All this time you wanted to get married?”
“Yeah, I guess I did.” I laughed. “I want to marry you.”
She looked at me nervously. “Now you have to open mine.”
“Got it.”
I tore the paper from the box and dropped the lid on the floor. My jaw fell. I stared inside.
My eyes met hers. “This is for real?”
She nodded. “It is.”
I picked up the stick with two double lines on it. “You’re pregnant?”
“I took it yesterday. I thought it was a pretty good Christmas present.”
And I thought the ring was a big deal. What the fuck did I know?
“This is unbelievable.”
“But unbelievably good, right?” Her voice was shaky.
“I’ve never had a better Christmas ever.” I kissed her, pressing my lips against hers. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
Hunter walked over. “What is going on?”
“We’re getting married, bud. And having a baby.”
His eyes widened. “Wow.”
It was pretty fucking wow.
Julie pulled him into a hug. She didn’t seem to have to ask him anymore. He fell into her embrace just like he had always belonged there.
“Are you ok with all of this news, honey?”
He nodded. “I get to stay?”
“Oh, yes. Of course. That doesn’t change. It just means you have a baby brother or sister now,” she explained.
“Can we open more presents?”
We both laughed. He was eight after all. On to another topic before we had even digested the first one.
“Yeah, let’s do that. I’ve got a game this afternoon.”
Hunter fastened a Santa hat to his head and started sorting the presents under the tree.
“Hold on, bud. We’ll be right back.”
Julie looked at me questioningly. I ushered her back to our room.
“What’s wrong? Are you upset about the baby?”
“God no. The opposite.”
My mouth landed on hers as I pulled her into my arms. My hands coasted to her breasts, squeezing tenderly, flicking over her nipple. She groaned as my tongue twisted along hers.
“So fucking beautiful.” I breathed.
My palm rested on her stomach.
“I can’t believe you’re having my baby. Our baby.” I looked into her eyes.
She nodded. “I am.”
“You have never looked so fucking sexy before. And it’s killing me. You know that.”
“I know. I want you too. I want you like this. We’re getting married. We’re having a baby.” She pulled my hand to her lips, kissing my fingertips. “What if it’s a girl?”
“A girl?” Damn. I’d never thought about having a daughter.
She nodded, grinning. “I’m sort of out-numbered around here. I need backup.”
“Then I hope she’s a pretty as you, but as tough as me.” I winked. I would have a heart attack trying to keep the guys off her, but I’d do it.
“Do you know how amazing you’re going to be with a baby?” she asked.
“A baby. I can’t believe we made a baby.”
“I kind of knew it was going to happen. There was no way that IUD was going to hold out with the kind of sex we had.”
“That’s right.” I felt some kind of insane male pride, knowing I had given her a baby. We had loved each other so much this baby was coming into the world. “When did you start to think you might be pregnant?” I asked.
“I started feeling differently. It was just this gut feeling. I knew it was going to be positive before I even took the test. I’m so glad you’re not freaked out.”
I brushed the hair off her shoulder. “I didn’t say I wasn’t freaked out.” I grinned. “But I’m fucking happy. I bought that ring two weeks ago. I wanted to give it to you every night since then.”
“It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?”
My hand moved back to her breasts. God, they were bigger than they had been. How had I not seen it before now. She looked incredible.
“Marry me, Jules.”
“I said yes.”
“I know. But I want it to happen as soon as possible. New Year’s Eve?”
Her eyes widened. “That’s in six days.”
I nodded. “It is. But I can’t wait.”
“You want to get married in the middle of playoffs while I’m pregnant?”
I tugged on the tie on her robe, letting it fall to the side. Her chest heaved with a giant breath. She was carrying my baby. I was in love with her. We were going to adopt Hunter together.
“Yes. Marry me.”
She nodded. “New Year’s Eve sounds perfect.” Her eyes closed as my hands explored the newness of her pregnant body. I growled with lust.
“Did you ever think we’d end up here?”
“No. Honestly never.” She moaned as I plucked at her sensitive nipples.
I wanted to shred that plaid robe from her and take her now. Love her like she deserved. Fill her with pleasure and joy. Give her the most incredible fucking Christmas of her life.
“Think he’ll notice if we’re gone a few more minutes?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She sighed. “Yes. Delayed gratification is going to have to be your aphrodisiac today,” she teased.
“It’s going to kill me,” I groaned.
She held up the rock on her hand. “We have time, right?”
“We do.”
“We are forever. Merry Christmas.” She leaned into me and I devoured her lips as if they were made from pure honey.
I don’t know how it happened. How a guy like me. A guy who had made every wrong decision at every turn. Ended up with this perfect woman. With a son. With a baby on the way. But I did. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to screw it up.
Ever.
Bad Boy Boss
A Mafia Secret Baby Romance
Celia Kyle
1
Luka
I hadn't had one good night’s sleep since I had been locked up.
I heard the clanging on the outside of the bars that startled me out of my restless sleep. I never slept well in jail. I should've gotten over that by now, having been in here for four years, but I hadn't.
I closed my eyes again, trying to fall back into the illusion. Trying to get back to her.
She was so fucking beautiful.
There was no question about it—with her stunning dark hair and intoxicating hazel eyes, she was gorgeous. She had a unique l
ook about her, unlike any of the other girls that I had slept with. Large doe eyes, with an innocence that I hadn’t ever encountered before. Nobody around me was that innocent. We all had our deceptions. Lies we told people to get by. But not Vienna. But I guess that was why I wanted her so badly.
She was forbidden.
I remembered my father telling me that once. I wasn't allowed to mess with any of the women in the family. Not that she and I were blood relatives. We weren't even related. But her mother worked for my dad, and that made her a part of the family, which meant she was untouchable. But it didn't mean that I didn't think about her. Her small hips swaying as she walked away from me. The way she flirtatiously glanced over her shoulder. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She just didn't care. But I did.
I wondered what she looked like now. So much time had passed. Was she still so thin? So fragile? Or had she filled out?
I imagined she had. Beautiful curves that I could touch. Taste. Breasts that would fill my hand when I grabbed them. But fantasies didn’t satisfy me like the real thing.
Another clang of the metal told me I had to move on. I had to leave her in my dreams. The only place she lived anymore with me. A fantasy.
I opened my eyes slowly, trying not to appear disturbed by the noise outside, but I knew that the guards were just trying to get my attention. It was always one of the guards trying to assert his power. Dumbass. I could own them in a second if I wanted to.
I was part of the Gioti family. No matter what the guards liked to believe, they didn't have full control over me, even if I was in jail. My father did. If he ordered a hit on somebody inside this prison, it would be my job to get it carried out, no matter the cost. If some stupid asshat guard tried to stop me, I’d have to take care of it, and quietly.
Luckily, my father hadn’t asked me to do any jobs lately. He just wanted me out of this hellhole. I didn’t think it was out of love or because he missed me—that wasn’t my old man’s style. I suspected it was mostly my mother putting pressure on him. She had convinced him that I deserved to be out, after all that I did for the family. The only reason I was in here was because of them, anyway.
