I stared at my brother. “But you are an embarrassment to this family. While I’ve been trying to rebuild our name and bring the team’s reputation back, all you’ve done is destroy it. The team doesn’t want you as the owner. I have a hundred men who will back me, Danny. And that’s before I even set my legal team loose.”
I crossed my arms and waited for a response.
My grandmother clutched her pearls and sat on the edge of the Warriors couch. “I-I, Nessa, you’ve never sounded so sure.”
I smiled. “I am certain of this. I was meant to run this team. It might have been Granddad’s happy accident.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “You act like you’re some kind of saint.”
“She is,” my grandmother snapped. “She most certainly is.”
“Fuck it.” Danny stood. “Give me some money and I’ll go. I can’t stand all this estrogen.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You heard me. Don’t make me beg. Give me a million. I’ll leave.”
My grandmother rushed over to the drawer of my grandfather’s desk. “Grammy, don’t write him a check for that. You don’t owe him anything. No one does. He can get a job.”
“I most certainly will.” She scribbled his name and the figure and ripped it from the trust. “You have to take this to my accountant.” She handed it to him. Danny folded it in half and tucked it in his pocket.
“Grammy,” I groaned.
“It’s done.” She looked at me. “Pack your things, Danny. You are welcome back when you’ve accomplished something.”
My mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe it.
He scowled, walking from the room.
Grammy turned to me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. The last few months have been a cold dark dream.”
I pulled her into a hug. Something she didn’t let me do very often. “It’s ok. I know you’re still hurting.”
I felt her tiny arms circle me. “I was a royal bitch, wasn’t I?”
I burst out laughing. “I’ve never heard you curse. Ever.”
She looked at me. “We all have secrets.”
Epilogue
I pressed the button on the side of the speaker. “Testing. Testing. One. Two Three.”
“Roger that.”
I giggled when I heard Isaac on the other end.
I tapped the button again. “Ok, this works.” I smiled.
Dylan walked in the room carrying bags from the shower. “I think this is the last of it.” He deposited them on the floor. “How many gifts does one baby need?”
I started pulling more of the presents out and lining them up just as Isaac appeared with the remote to the baby monitor.
“This thing is awesome. It has great video quality.” He plugged it into the charger. “What else did we get?”
I was waiting for them to find the surprise I had tucked away in the bags. I had slipped it in when they weren’t looking.
Dylan held up a tiny Warriors jersey. “Ok, I’m going to admit it. This is awesome.”
“We got so many beautiful things.”
I hadn’t expected the shower. It was a surprise from Candy and my grandmother. They had lured me over for lunch and I ended up with nearly fifty women chattering and giving me advice about babies.
There were bottles. Diapers. Outfits. Crib Sheets. The bags were filled. But the guys still hadn’t found my surprise.
“Isaac, did you go through that last bag?”
He dug through. “Looks like baby stuff to me.”
I sighed. They were helpful. And it was amazing to have two of them pampering me at all times, but I was dying for them to get to the surprise.
“See anything special?” I prodded.
He turned the bag upside down, dumping all the gifts on the floor and then his eyes landed on it. He scattered the presents and plucked the sonogram from the floor.
“Is that?” Dylan jumped over to look at it.
I nodded, practically squealing.
Isaac held it up. I saw the grin on his face before he handed it to Dylan.
“A boy? It’s a boy.”
I laughed. “Yes. Verified many times, I assure you.”
Dylan studied the picture. “Wow.”
Isaac circled his hands around my belly. It wasn’t much bigger than if I had stuffed a football under my shirt, but I loved my baby bump. I loved everything about my body when I was pregnant. How beautiful I felt. How thick my hair was. How Isaac and Dylan took care of me.
I knew I was one of those glowing pregnant women. I could see it every time I looked in the mirror. I had that same glow on our wedding day.
Isaac stood next to Dylan on the natural alter we built at Isaac’s ranch. As I said my vows, my eyes locked on each of them. My vows were to them. To us. To the love I shared with each of them.
My grandmother was upset we didn’t get married on the estate, but the ranch seemed like the right place. It was where I became the woman I was today. It was where I pledged my body and soul to these men I loved with all my heart.
Besides, we had to move the wedding up so it was before Christmas and didn’t interfere with playoffs. I didn’t think after everything Grammy had been through, she could handle the confines of a small wedding.
We kept the guest list limited. Charlie ran proper background checks and no press was included, except the Warriors’ press corp.
I couldn’t think of a more perfect day than our wedding day. And no night meant more to me than our honeymoon.
“What are you thinking about?” Isaac’s hands massaged the swell of my belly.
“Our honeymoon.” I smiled.
“We should do that again.” Dylan winked.
He folded onesies and stuffed them in a drawer.
I giggled. I was staring at my husband. A man who had more career receptions than anyone the entire season. The sexiest, most irresistible playboy and he was folding baby clothes.
“What’s so funny?” He turned around.
“Six months ago you were in my office telling me how I should run the Warriors.”
“And?” He’s eyebrows arched.
“And now we’re married and you’ve never been more adorable getting this baby’s room ready.”
“Adorable?” Dylan looked at Isaac. “Did she just call me adorable?”
I giggled harder.
“I think she did, brother.”
“Please, stop. It hurts to laugh this much.”
Dylan strolled across the nursery, planting a kiss on my lips. “I love you, darlin’.”
“I love you too.”
Isaac’s eyes popped. “Shit. Did you feel that?”
I smiled. “He’s missing out.”
“I want to feel him kick.” Dylan dropped to his knees.
I thought I would die from happiness. I had everything I ever wanted. The two loves of my life who adored and worshipped me. A healthy baby on the way. I had found my way in a haze of confusion and sadness because of them. They brought me into clarity. Into light.
They gave me a family. And for the rest of my life I would always have double the joy and double the love. My happily ever after was twice what I could ever have imagined.
Shh…another secret from Vanessa…You didn’t think she was finished with the secrets did you? She gives you the inside scoop on what happened on the honeymoon. Keep reading to get to the **deleted scene.**
Naughty Notes
Y’all, I don’t even know where to being with this story. First, I have to say thank you to Nicole for joining me on this journey. And wow, did she bring the heat to some of those scenes! I needed a fan when we were editing. So, thank you, Nicole! You sure know how to set the pages on fire.
My readers know by now I LOVE football players. I’ve had so much fun writing about them, and the idea for this book came to me when I couldn’t decide between which character to pursue for Vanessa. And after talking to Nicole, I realized we shouldn’t have to choose—we could h
ave both! Win-win! Right?
This book really took me out of my comfort zone (cough, cough), but sometimes we need art to push up to expand our creativity. And what’s better than a little fantasy with two super hot sweet and dirty on the side guys?
Thank you so much for reading! I have a special treat for you. There’s a deleted scene from the HONEYMOON! OMG—you’re going to need another fan. Keep reading until the VERY end and Dylan and Isaac are waiting for you.
I included some of my other favorite books for you too. Happy reading, y’all!
XOXO,
Violet
Part I
A Special Secret
Deleted Honeymoon Scene from Double Score
“Right this way, Mrs. James.” I giggled when the valet opened the door.
Dylan corrected the man with the thick island accent. “It’s McCade, but thanks, buddy.” He rolled some bills into his hands. “I think I can take it from here.”
I grinned at my husband. The valet shuffled down the hall as Dylan scooped me in his arms. I squealed. “You know I’m ok if I’m Vanessa James sometimes,” I whispered.
“I know you are, darlin’, but damn girl—you’re a McCade. You’ve proven it over and over.”
I smiled. I had somehow embraced the warrior in me. Maybe it was because I was in love with two Warriors of my own.
Dylan kicked the door open and I felt my heart race.
“You know I have a special honeymoon surprise for you?” He waggled his eyebrows.
I bit my lip. “You do? What is it?”
He carried me through the suite. I barely had time to notice the flowers and champagne. I knew he had probably ordered sparkling cider for me.
“Tell me.” I playfully beat on his chest. He had changed into a short-sleeved button-up shirt on the jet after the reception.
The last thing I wanted to do was take off my wedding dress. The ceremony had been beautiful. The ranch was the perfect setting. Saying my I-dos to Dylan, while committing to him and Isaac was the most special day of my life. Taking off the white lace dress meant that day was almost over.
I was wearing a strappy white sundress. I still felt bridal.
From Austin the flight to the Bahamas didn’t take long. Three nights in paradise before we headed back to Texas for the playoffs and the holidays.
Dylan knocked the second set of doors ajar with his foot.
My jaw dropped. “Isaac.”
“Hey, baby.” He rose from the bed.
Dylan smiled. “Surprised?”
I looked between them. “But how did you? How did you get here before us? We took the jet.” How did they pull this off?
“Can’t tell you that.” Isaac pulled me into his arms. He brushed his lips over mine and I relaxed into his kiss. I hadn’t been able to steal one from him all day. It killed each other not to be able to touch.
His hand coasted to my belly. “How’s our baby?”
I smiled as Dylan nuzzled behind me. “Our baby?”
“Yeah, team baby? Does that sound better?”
I laughed. “The baby is doing great. She’s happy to be on vacation with her two daddies.”
“She?” Dylan choked.
I giggled. “I don’t know. Just wanted to see how you’d react to a girl.”
He spun me around to face him. He tilted my chin toward him. “You’re feeling a little devilish aren’t you?”
I nodded. “Maybe a little panther?”
“I hope so. We have three days together, darlin’ and I don’t expect to do anything but eat, drink, and love you.”
“That’s it?” I pouted.
“Sleep?” He shrugged his shoulders.
My palms flattened into his chest, digging my nails through the fabric on his shirt. “It’s our honeymoon.”
He nodded. “Mmmhmm. What did you have in mind?”
My eyes closed when I felt Isaac’s hands reach under my dress. “Did you want us to fuck you, baby?”
My nipples hardened. I was instantly wet. My beautiful bridal lingerie was going to be soaked.
Dylan slid the straps of the dress to my shoulders. “Say it, Vanessa. Say you want us to fuck you tonight like we own you.”
I nodded. “Yes. Please.”
I melted into their hands. Into their mouths. They were all over me. Tearing the dress from my body. Sucking my breasts. Dylan pushed me on the bed, dropping to his knees, lapping and flicking my clit with his tongue. He gathered the last bits of lacy fabric covering my pussy and ripped them from my legs. Isaac held me to his chest while we watched Dylan’s tongue fuck me relentlessly.
Isaac pinch my nipples. “Come for us, baby.”
I shook my head. “No.” I felt feisty.
“Oh we’re going to make you come hard. This whole damn island is going to hear you scream our names.”
I jerked my hips to Dylan’s face. My orgasms came even harder now that I was pregnant. My hormones kept me filled with intense sexual urges. I had to work even harder not to come on command. It was a game they had learned they could play and always win.
“No,” I mewed, but I realized it was pointless. I was only teasing the inevitable.
“I think the bride needs a little motivation.” Dylan surfaced from between my legs.
I thought I could devour him. He looked gorgeous. My husband. His lips glistened from my honey.
“She does, doesn’t she?” Isaac rolled from behind me. I landed on my back.
They stared at me, ready to pounce.
I watched, mesmerized by every sculpted inch of them as they took their shirts and shorts off.
“Remember the first time you lost your virginity to my cock?” Isaac asked.
I nodded. Of course I did. It was the most incredible night of my life. That single moment had changed the course of our lives. I was married to Dylan. I was having Isaac’s baby, all because I was willing to take a chance.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I want it again, the same way,” he growled.
“Did you bring it?” Dylan asked.
“Oh yeah.” Isaac reached for a small bag next to the bedside table. I waited for an array of fun honeymoon toys.
“Oh shit.” I saw the ring on my left hand. I had forgotten to take it off, but Dylan stopped me.
“Just wait, darlin’.”
Isaac emptied the bag next to the bed. He rummaged through the fun toys and then I saw what he grabbed.
“Oh my God.” I covered my mouth.
He dropped to his knee. He held a box in front of me as he cracked the lid. Dylan bent next to him.
It was a blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds.
“I want you to keep Dylan’s ring, baby. But wear this one from me on your right hand.”
I nodded. The tears burned the corners of my eyes.
Isaac slipped the ring on my right hand. I stared at it, then lifted my left hand.
“Now.” He looked at me. “Now we can fuck our wife properly.”
I was shattered. Wife had never meant so much. Marriage had never meant this to me. My life had become unreal. As abstract as my painting of the three of us. But we knew what it meant to love each other.
Isaac crawled toward me, crushing me with his mouth. Dylan twisted my jaw to him, taking my lips with as much passion and fire. I spun back and forth, dizzy with their kisses. Their hands. I reached for their cocks, sliding my palms over them, bringing them to a frenzied state. God, they were amazing.
Isaac reached for the lube and coated his shaft. He pressed a finger to my ass, being generous with the gel. His arms circled my belly gently as he pulled me on top of him.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as he pierced my rosebud. He slid inside me fully. I waited for him to pull out, but I saw Dylan’s eyes.
He nudged his cock to my entrance.
“We love you.”
I nodded. “I love you two so much.”
He pushed inside me and I felt the love fill me. They were easy and gently with
me. It was intense with them keeping the same rhythm, both thrusting inside me at the same time, but I loved it. It was perfect. It was blinding bliss spreading through my core.
“Oh yeah. Fuck that’s hot,” Dylan groaned.
I sought his lips, licking and tasting his tongue. He and Isaac had perfect rhythm. I slid up and down, with slow sensual rocking. Their cocks were so huge. So full as they pumped inside me, going deep before timing their withdrawal.
I rubbed my breasts, twisting nipples as they frenzy built. I’d never felt more beautiful. I was carrying their child. I had sworn my love to them. And I was wearing nothing but their rings. My body belonged to them in every way.
I saw the sweat drip from Dylan’s chest.
“I’m going to fuck you like this always.”
I pressed my forehead to his. “Promise?”
He nodded. “And fucking come deep in your sweet pussy.” His lips took mine. I sighed into him as he rocketed inside me. He shuddered violently and I lost it.
I screamed as I felt Isaac pump harder. “Your fucking ass is everything, baby.” He gripped my hips, riding his climax as he buried himself inside me.
The colors were everywhere as if I were on a rainbow rollercoaster. Up and down, spiraling through prisms. My body sparked with diamond dust. I was theirs.
Dylan lifted me and laid me on the bed. He kissed me on the cheek as Isaac pushed up and pressed a kiss on my lips.
“Marriage isn’t so bad.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I laughed. “If this is marriage, then you’re right.”
Dylan hopped up and opened the wooden shutters. I felt the cool island breeze flutter the curtains.
“I love our honeymoon,” I whispered.
“Want something to drink?” Dylan offered. “Sparkling cider?”
“Yes. I want to keep celebrating.”
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