Four Secret Babies - A Second Chance Billionaire Romance (San Bravado Billionaires' Club Book 7)

by Layla Valentine

  He was ready; I knew it. The children would finally have their father, and Jordan would be where he needed to be. The decision was made, and as soon as I settled on it, an even greater feeling of comfort and happiness fell over me. It was as though something had been out of sorts inside of me—like a piece of machinery out of place. But now everything was in line; everything was how it should be.

  The happiness enwrapped me as surely as Jordan’s arms, and I soon drifted off into the deepest, most restful sleep I’d had in as long as I could remember.

  Chapter 34

  Chloe

  I awoke early the next morning, the light from the rising sun soft and streaming through the room’s windows. I stretched my body, my hands and feet bumping against the armrests of the couch.

  I needed more space; I needed my bed.

  “Morning,” came a low voice from behind me.

  I turned just enough to see Jordan’s handsome, sleepy face.

  Damn, he was about the best thing to see first thing in the morning.

  “Morning,” I said back.

  He moved in and kissed me softly on the lips.

  “Not a bad place to sleep,” he said.

  “I agree,” I said. “But upstairs is better.”

  The words slipped out, but the meaning was clear. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it right then.

  “Maybe we ought to relocate,” said Jordan, his slight grin suggesting he knew what I had in mind.

  “I think you’re right.”

  The two of us heaved off the couch, Jordan taking my hand as soon as we were on our feet. We moved through the living room and up the stairs. Before we turned down the second-floor hallway toward the bedroom, Jordan spoke.

  “One sec,” he said. “I have to see them.”

  “Of course,” I said, my heart warm at how excited he was.

  We went to the first nursery, then the other. At each one, Jordan stopped for several moments at the threshold, watching the children sleep.

  “They’re so beautiful,” he said. “And we made them.”

  I squeezed his hand.

  “Yes, we did.”

  With that, I led Jordan by the hand toward the bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door behind us.

  As soon as the door clicked shut, we were right back on one another, continuing the passionate kissing that we’d started the night before.

  This time, however, I was ready to see our affection to the conclusion that we both wanted. This time there was a sexual heat and passion behind our kiss. We stood in place for a time, embracing and kissing, our hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies.

  I’d almost forgotten how much I missed the feeling of his strong, solid body, his scent, the way he held me in his hands. It was the missing piece to the puzzle.

  Once it was more than obvious where this was going, Jordan took his lips from mine for long enough to ask a question.

  “You sure about this?”

  I smiled and nodded. “Surer than I’ve ever been about anything.”

  Jordan moved in to kiss me again. But I turned my head away.

  I wasn’t done.

  “And there’s something else that I’m sure about,” I said.

  Jordan raised his eyebrows.

  “Oh?” he asked.

  “I’m sure about what I want for the kids. When you came over yesterday, I didn’t know what to expect. I had a feeling that you were ready, that your desire to be a dad was sincere. And what I saw was…something amazing. Something that made me realize without a shadow of a doubt that you were ready to be the father my kids need.”

  I took a deep breath and spoke the words.

  “And if you feel like you’re ready, you’re more than welcome to be in their lives as much as you want, as much as they want. As much as I want.”

  The expression on Jordan’s face was one I’d never seen before. The cool, collected man I knew let a crack in his features form, one that betrayed that the emotion in him at that moment was almost more than he could bear.

  “There’s nothing on this earth that would make me happier,” he said.

  It was more than I could bear. Tears formed in my eyes and trickled down. This moment, what was happening right then, was what I’d been longing for deep down since I learned that I was going to be a mother.

  Jordan took hold of me as the tears flowed from my eyes. He placed his hand on the back of my head and brought me in close to his chest, holding me tight, exactly how I wanted.

  The tears weren’t of sadness or stress; they were of unbridled joy, of the release of emotions that I’d been keeping locked down deep for almost two years. And now they were out, now Jordan and I would be whole again.

  I quickly composed myself. Jordan must’ve sensed the tears slow because he gently released me from his firm grip and gazed down into my eyes.

  Then we kissed.

  As intense as the kiss was that we shared last night, this one was something I could hardly understand. It was a kiss of two people whose souls and lives were linked, who shared a love so deep that I’d convinced myself it was something from fairy tales.

  And the longer we kissed, the more I knew that I wanted to show my love for him in a way beyond words. My hands moved down the solid angles of his torso, coming to a rest on the hem of his T-shirt. I grabbed the hem tight, using it to pull Jordan’s body close. Then, with a swift motion, I pulled the shirt up and off over his head.

  God, his body was even more glorious than I’d remembered. His sculpted physique gave me pause, and I needed a moment to compose myself standing in the sight of his lean, toned, muscular upper body. I moved my hands slowly over his shape, over the flat plane of his stomach, across the hard form of his chest, down the bulging, stone-like contours of his arms.

  They were arms made for holding me, hands made for caressing me. And that’s what he used them for.

  Jordan moved his hands to my waist as the kiss continued, slipping my sweater off and tossing it aside. Then his fingers grazed toward the back of my upper body, and with deft movements, he undid the clasp of my bra.

  “My boobs got so big during the pregnancy,” I said, feeling bashful at my huge bust. “And they haven’t, you know, gone down yet.”

  Jordan flashed me a sly little smile that reminded me of the cocky side to his personality that he’d been keeping in check.

  “I think we can make it work.”

  That’s just what he did. Jordan took my breasts into his hands, caressing them gently. He continued to kiss me, his mouth soon moving from my lips, down my jawline, then over the slope of my neck. He moved down, down, over my collarbone and finally arriving at my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently.

  God, it felt good. He kneaded my breasts gently, his touch suggesting that he knew how tender they still were. I ran my hands through his hair as he licked and sucked my nipples, waves of pleasure radiating out from the sensitive flesh.

  Then, he reached around my body and took hold of me by the rear, lifting me up and off the ground as he moved us back toward the bed. Once there, he laid me down gently onto the soft sheets, my hair splaying out around my face. I gazed up at him as he stood over me, his body still as imposing and statuesque as it had ever been, a few stray strands of his flame-red hair draped over the pale sweep of his forehead.

  Jordan reached down and took my pants by the waist, pulling them along with my panties down in a single motion. I was nude and exposed before him, the first time I’d been in such a way since the birth of the kids.

  My first inclination was to feel bashful.

  “The kids really did a number on me,” I said.

  Jordan was quick to disagree.

  “You’re wrong,” he said. “You’re as beautiful as you’ve ever been, and being a mother has only made you more gorgeous. I wouldn’t want you another way.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Emotion overwhelmed me again, and I bit my lip softly to keep the tears of happiness at bay.<
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  Jordan went right to showing me just how beautiful he thought I was. He returned his kiss to my skin, this time moving his lips over my stomach, then down to my hips, finally coming to a rest on my inner thigh. His kiss felt like heaven, and arousal boiled in me as his touch moved closer and closer to my sex.

  Thankfully, he didn’t wait too long to give me what I craved. His mouth moved over my lips, kissing them gently as he positioned himself on his knees between my legs. He placed his hands on the tops of my legs, holding me in place as his kiss moved closer and closer to my sex.

  Finally, he arrived. His tongue moved slowly against me, the warmth and pressure causing pulses of pleasure to erupt from my body. It had been so long since I’d been with Jordan that I’d forgotten what a skilled, generous lover he was. He took his time, licking and caressing me slowly, his right hand moving over my body, rubbing my nipples one by one.

  It didn’t take long before he brought an orgasm out of me, the intense ecstasy rushing through my body like a hot wave.

  “Oh, oh God,” I said moaning, my hips thrashing back and forth so hard as I came that I worried for a brief moment that I might buck Jordan off me.

  But he held fast, his touch guiding me through the pleasure in a way that only he could.

  I was instantly ready for another orgasm once the first one had passed. But I needed more than Jordan’s skilled tongue to take me to this one.

  Thankfully, Jordan was thinking the same thing. He rose up from between my legs, his hands resting on his waist near the tempting, gorgeous notches of his hip bones. His hands traveled to his belt buckle, and he quickly had it undone. Next, he slipped his thumbs into the waist of his jeans and slid them down slowly, first exposing the red thatch of pubic hair just below his trim, muscular stomach.

  His member was next, and as soon as it sprang out, erect and ready, I felt a new pulse of sexual anticipation spread out from my sex.

  God, I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it.

  Jordan moved on top of me with the grace of a panther. It took only seconds before he was right over top of me, his manhood grazing the top of my belly. He was solid and stiff, ready for love.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, leaning in close and speaking between soft kisses behind my ear.

  “I want you,” I moaned without hesitation. “I want you so much it hurts.”

  Jordan flashed me that seductive half-smile that I was by now hopelessly addicted to. Then he reached down and placed his end at the entrance to my sex, and with a slow drive of his hips, entered me.

  The sensation was so intense it was like heaven and earth moved around me. Jordan penetrated me slowly, each inch pushing me toward a new, towering reach of delight. Soon he was buried to the hilt, filling me so completely and perfectly that it was like our two bodies were meant for each other.

  Once he was fully buried, he propped himself up on his arms, the muscles flexing and bulging with the stress. He pulled back his hips, withdrawing from me slightly before entering me again, more pleasure spreading out from my lower body to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  I moaned softly as I grabbed hold of Jordan’s broad shoulders, trying to cope with the intensity of what I was feeling. Jordan entered me over and over again, plunging deep into me, his member moving so fluidly inside of me that it was almost like he was draped in a layer of silk.

  My second orgasm soon appeared on my periphery. My fingers dug into Jordan’s shoulders as firmly as I could allow them, the pleasure building by the moment. Jordan’s face, his forehead slicked with sweat, tightened as he penetrated me, and it was clear that he too was about to come.

  “Don’t stop, baby,” I said, my voice breathy with passion. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He didn’t. Instead, his bucking became even more intense.

  In the midst of his furious thrusting I came hard, this second orgasm so intense that I felt as though I might come apart at the seams. Jordan came as I did, emptying himself into me as he let out a hard grunt.

  A few blissful moments later, the intense sensation passed and Jordan fell at my side, the both of us spent, our chests rising and falling.

  Jordan placed his hand on the side of my face, turning me toward him.

  “I love you, Chloe,” he said. “More than I ever thought possible.”

  “And I love you,” I said.

  He slipped his arm around me, pulling me close as the morning sun streamed in through the windows. It would only be a matter of time before the kids woke, but until then, I was happy to be at Jordan’s side.

  We were finally a family. And now, it was time for whatever came next.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later: Chloe

  “Time to get up, baby,” came Jordan’s voice, pulling me out of my deep sleep.

  My eyes still fixed closed, I rolled over across the impossibly soft sheets of the bed, wanting to stay comfortable a while longer.

  But before I could slip back into my rest, I felt a hand on my bare shoulder.

  “Normally, I’d let you sleep in on a Saturday. But you remember what day it is today, right?”

  That little statement caused my eyes to shoot open.

  It was the kids’ birthday.

  I sat up, the master bedroom of the King estate full of soft morning light. The sheets surrounded me like a white ocean, and off to the side in front of one of the full-length mirrors in the bedroom was Jordan. He was dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. His hair was slicked in a professional style.

  “A little formal for today, don’t you think?” I asked.

  He turned and flashed me a smile.

  “I’m not dressing like this for the kids,” he said. “I have a quick meeting with the FanFriends partners.”

  “On the kids’ birthday?” I asked.

  “I’ll be in and out,” he said. “Sarah and Paul just want to go over some of the new personnel from our move. Said it’d be no more than an hour. And that it can’t wait.”

  “I suppose I can’t really get all that upset at what you’ve had to do to get the company moved all the way over here from New York.”

  He finished tying his tie, then came over and placed a kiss on my forehead.

  “Thanks for understanding,” he said. “But look at it this way—we’re all moved into the new headquarters, the staff’s been hired and transferred, and operations are ready to begin at FanFriends San Bravado. Then things should calm down a little.”

  I loved the sound of that. I knew Jordan had been moving heaven and earth to get the new headquarters of his company set up, and hearing that he was about all done with his hard work brought a smile to my face.

  “The staff’s not upset about the move, right?” I asked.

  “Are you kidding?” he asked. “Most of them were so eager to get out of New York that I wouldn’t even have had to offer them bonuses and moving expenses. But I did, and that made the deal even sweeter.”

  Then his eyebrows raised as a thought occurred to him.

  “Oh, minor detail—but your parents, Amy and Isabella are here taking care of the kids. So take your time getting ready.”

  “Ah,” I said. “That explains why I wasn’t woken up to the screaming of toddlers.”

  Jordan tapped his nose, suggesting that I’d put it together.

  “Okay,” he said. “I have to take off. Have fun while I’m gone—but not too much fun. I don’t want to miss out on it.”

  “There’ll be plenty of fun to go around,” I said with a smile.

  “And I’m going to be picking up the cake for today on the way back.”

  “Really?” I asked. “You sure you don’t want me to make something?”

  “Nah,” he said. “I have this one taken care of.”

  He stepped over and planted a big kiss on my lips.

  “See you in a bit, baby,” he said. “Love you.”

  “And I love you too,” I said, my heart warming as it always did when
we spoke the words.

  Jordan gave me one last smile before disappearing out of the bedroom. I lay in bed for a few minutes longer, savoring the softness of the creamy white sheets but getting up before I was so comfortable that I risked falling back asleep.

  I stepped into the bathroom, remembering what Jordan said about taking my time getting ready. My eyes drifted over to the enormous corner tub, a smile forming on my lips.

  I’d earned a little R&R—no doubt about that. These last six months had been totally crazy. Between Jordan moving his company across the country and me starting a catering company with Isabella, Jordan and I had had our hands full. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration the quads moving into their terrible twos.

  So yeah, I think I’d earned a soak in the tub.

  I used the fancy electronic panel to start the water. It wasn’t long before the tub was full of deliciously hot-looking water covered in suds from the oils I’d added.

  I stepped in, the water heavenly against my skin. Once I was submerged up to my shoulders, I let out a sigh so loud that I worried for a moment the rest of the house might hear it. Then I remembered how big the estate was, feeling silly.

  After my long, leisurely soak, I stepped out of the tub and dried off. Once I was dressed and ready for the day ahead, I stepped into the enormous hallway of the west wing of the house.

  As I walked toward the center of the house, I took some time to appreciate how freaking good of a job the crew had done bringing this place back to its former glory. The place had been cleaned top-to-bottom, painted, and redecorated. What was once a depressing, dusty, and lonesome estate was now a gorgeous home.

  And, of course, we’d brought back whatever staff wanted a job.

  “Morning, Luz,” I said, passing my friend in the hall.

  “Morning, Chloe,” she said warmly. “Everyone’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”

  “So I hear,” I said. “Come join us when Jordan gets back. There’s gonna be cake.”