by Lexi Blake
Sirens in Bliss
Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 10
Lexi Blake
writing as
Sophie Oak
Sirens in Bliss
Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 10
Published by DLZ Entertainment LLC
Copyright 2019 DLZ Entertainment LLC
Edited by Chloe Vale
ISBN: 978-1-942297-23-9
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Nate Wright’s Shopping List
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Rafe’s Pros and Cons for Taking the Miami Job
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
How to Play Two Billionaires Off Each Other Via Email
Chapter Nine
Olivia’s Note
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Invitation to A Meeting of Men
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Probed by Cassidy Meyer
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
The Phone Tree, Bliss Style
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Baby Logan
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
From the Bliss County Gazette
Chapter Twenty-Three
One Night in Bliss
Author’s Note
Siren Reborn, Coming January 7, 2020
About Lexi Blake
Other Books by Lexi Blake
Dedication
This book is for the fans of Bliss and Texas Sirens who all know how hard life can be, and that it’s only made easier when our family and friends share the burdens.
And to Jennifer Zeffer – for her generosity of spirit. Nell would approve, dear.
Dedication 2019
Sometimes in my line of work, I get to meet fans who become something more. I met Jennifer Zeffer many years ago when she was crazy enough to pay way too much to win some books I had donated for an auction. Naturally I had to see what kind of crazy lady would do that and found a lovely, intelligent woman. She was kind and funny and I enjoyed being around her.
We’re years down the line and you’re on the cusp of following your dreams. You’ve done the work and now it’s time to fly, my friend.
You Are Invited
Chapter One
Stef and Jen
Stef Talbot looked at his longtime housekeeper, shaking his head and wondering exactly where he’d gone wrong. It was only eight thirty in the morning. How had the day gone to shit already? “What do you mean there’s a child in my chandelier? I seem to recall that Jennifer ordered that chandelier to be completely child-free. Was she a gift with purchase?”
“Everything looks really cool from up here, Momma! It’s like a ride!”
Stef could hear the small ball of complete chaos screaming from two rooms away.
“Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood, you get down from there right now, and you better pray that I only ground you this time.” Abigail Barnes did not sound amused with her daughter.
Olivia’s reply was still at a screeching decibel, though a bit more tentative this time. “I think I’ll live up here now. Momma’s scaring me. I think I want Daddy.”
His carefully run house had turned into a circus. Over the course of a mere two days, his whole life had become all about watching and waiting for the roof to fall in. He was sure it would happen any moment and that one of the Barnes-Fleetwood children would be responsible for it.
Mrs. Truss nodded her perfect helmet of gray hair and a small smile curled her lips up. “Miss Olivia is a vibrant child. It’s been a pleasure to have her around after so many years of quiet.”
His housekeeper was insane. Olivia was a wrecking ball. God, he was glad they were having a boy.
The thought made him stop. Even though he’d had many months to get used to the idea, he still found himself poleaxed at the revelation. A baby. He was having a baby. Jennifer was pregnant—very pregnant. So very pregnant.
He hadn’t touched his wife in weeks. He barely slept beside her, terrified that he would disrupt her sleep. He missed his wife. He missed the way their life had been. Peaceful. Quiet.
And this wedding was a pain in his ass. Why he’d thought he could handle a wedding right before Jennifer’s due date, he had no idea. When he’d been asked to house some friends over the week of the wedding, she hadn’t even looked pregnant. He’d thought the whole thing would be a breeze. He’d been wrong about a lot of things. “Is someone going to get her off the chandelier before it falls and kills her?”
“Aww, she’s way more resilient than that.” Sam Fleetwood didn’t seem to be in a hurry. The blond cowboy sauntered down the hallway as though his daughter getting stuck in a chandelier was an everyday occurrence. “She fell off the roof a couple of months back. She managed to fall on top of Jack. Jack slipped a couple of discs, but Livie was perfectly fine. That girl is blessed, I tell you. Someone up there is watching out for her.”
The eternally calm cowboy walked into the dining room and the door closed behind him again.
“And when are our guests departing?” Stef asked quietly. The house would be peaceful again and he could go back to only worrying about Jennifer. All day. Every day. Until his stomach was in knots. But at least he could do it in silence.
Mrs. Truss shook her head and sighed. “I believe they depart the day after tomorrow.”
“What’s up, babe? You’re not enjoying the company?” His wife walked out of the hallway that led from their bedroom. She was gorgeous in the early morning light, her skin practically glowing. He’d thought about painting her like that, with nothing at all on her body, just the sunlight and her skin, but it was selfish to ask her to sit for a portrait when her lower back hurt most of the time.
What the hell was he going to do if he lost her? She looked beautiful, but he knew the truth. She was fragile. Life was fragile.
“I want to get back to normal.” He said the words but he wasn’t exactly sure what they meant anymore. He wasn’t sure what normal was now.
A brilliant smile crossed her face. “I would love that, too. Normal would be awesome. Maybe we should go to the guesthouse and talk about that.”
His dick twitched at the thought, hardening in an instant. It had been a month since he’d been inside his wife’s pussy. One month, two days, and ten hours since she’d passed out and Caleb had hooked her up to a sonogram to prove that the baby was all right.
But all Stef had seen was his wife laid out on a hospital bed, her
skin pale and her hands shaking.
He’d done that to her. He should have waited, should have simply been happy to have a wife. He didn’t need kids. He only needed her. God, she would hate him if she knew how much he resented the fact that the baby growing inside her could kill her. She was excited about the entire event and Stef wanted to get it over with.
He shook his head. “I don’t think we need to do that. It’s breakfast time. You need to eat.”
She was wearing a long, flowing dress that accentuated the curve of her belly. She was close to giving birth, her belly big and round, and he wondered how on earth she could ever have a child so large. Caleb had assured him that the baby was a normal size, but he couldn’t imagine it. In his head, the baby was at least ten pounds.
She frowned his way. “I can think of some things you haven’t eaten enough of lately. But it kind of feels like you’re never hungry anymore. Maybe I should stop asking.”
She turned and started down the hallway.
“You should wait, sweetheart. They’re trying to get Olivia off the chandelier.” Someone was going to have to get a ladder, and it could be dangerous. Jennifer could get hit by a flying destruction ball. “Maybe you should go back to bed and I’ll bring you a tray.”
He would prefer she stay in bed and let him take care of her.
Her gorgeous eyes lit up, but that joy wasn’t for him. “No way. I’m going to go cheer on baby girl. I have to see this. How the hell did she get up there?”
“I’m pretty sure she pole-vaulted.” Jack Barnes jogged through, carrying the ladder. “I shouldn’t have let her watch the Olympics. Damn. I’m real sorry about this, Stefan. Maybe we should try going to that motel at the edge of town. There’s so much here they can destroy. I’m afraid we put off buying a lot of nice things because of the kids. They’re kind of chaotic.”
Kind of? In the two days the Barnes-Fleetwood clan had been here, Olivia had tried to ride a snowmobile in the middle of summer, jumped into the Rio Grande because she liked to swim, and little Josh had found his way into Stef’s studio and painted a mustache on his latest portrait.
What the hell had he and Jen been thinking?
“You’re not going anywhere. We love having you and the kids here. They’re awesome,” Jen said with a laugh. “I mean it. I love your kids, Jack. I haven’t laughed this much in years. And Josh is going to be an artist.”
Sometimes she made him feel like a grumpy old man, but he couldn’t help but pointing out a few truths. “Jennifer, it took me hours to fix that portrait.”
Her gorgeous green eyes rolled. “I don’t think you should have fixed it. That dude looks way better with a purple ’stache. Josh was totally right.”
“I am sorry,” Barnes said with a sad sigh. “Any damage they do we will absolutely pay for.”
Jen shook her head. “They’re adorable and the senator will survive not having a Talbot original for a couple of days. Stefan is doing this as a favor. Don’t worry about it. Come on. Let’s get your baby girl down and feed her some waffles. I can smell them from here.” She patted her belly. “My boy is hungry. I have to enjoy this while I can. After baby Logan’s here, I’ll have to worry about my figure.”
“I am really sorry,” Barnes was saying as they walked through the double doors that led to the dining hall. Having children seemed to have put Jack Barnes into a perpetual state of apology. Stef could remember a time when every sub in The Club had feared and wanted Jack Barnes. So why couldn’t he handle one small female child?
“It’s perfectly fine,” Jennifer said with a sassy nod. “The senator has a stick up his ass, and I’m starting to think his portraitist does, too.”
Stef stared after her. She was asking for a spanking. Little brat. She was practically begging for him to turn her over his knee and slap that gorgeous ass until she couldn’t sit down for a week and he had to carry her around everywhere.
“I’ll go make sure the guesthouse is cleaned and ready for use.” Mrs. Truss sighed as though something had fallen blissfully into place.
“Why would you do that?” he asked, staring after his wife.
“Well, Master Stefan, that is the look you have on your face before you carry the mistress off for a session.”
Yeah, he used to do that. He was being a bastard for even thinking about it now. “No. I’m not going to punish her. She’s cranky. I would be too if I was carrying around another human being twenty-four hours a day.”
Mrs. Truss crossed her arms over her chest, staring him down. “I think the mistress wouldn’t mind visiting the guesthouse. It’s been a long time.”
Stef shook his head. He couldn’t go there. She was close to her due date and he couldn’t help but remember how she’d bled in those early months. Caleb had called it light spotting, but Jennifer had been afraid she would lose their boy. She’d cried and clung to him and there had been absolutely nothing he could do, no one he could intimidate into giving him what he wanted.
Caleb had given her a clean bill of health, but she seemed fragile to Stef. Women still died in childbirth. Was it worth risking the love of his life for someone he’d never met?
The closer they got to her due date, the more panic seemed to lodge in his belly, a constant companion. There were so many things that could go wrong. “I think we’re through with the guesthouse for a while.”
Even if everything was all right, Jennifer would need time to recover. They would need time to figure out how they would work as a family. So many things were about to change.
He missed his wife. He missed being her Master, but he had to take care of her.
There was a loud crash and then the maniacal laughter of the evil genius, Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood.
“That was fun, Daddy! Let’s do it again!”
Stef felt a tug on his shirt. When he looked down, Joshua Barnes-Fleetwood was looking up, a paintbrush in his hand. “Mr. Stef, I was looking at some of your paintings and they’re just colors and stuff. I wanted to help you out so I painted some dogs on there. Now they’re real paintings.”
Stef felt himself flush. “Oh, god, not the Lichtenstein.”
He ran down the hallway.
* * * *
Jen watched Stef go, her heart aching. She smoothed down the front of her dress. She’d tried this morning. She’d thought she looked pretty in the sunny yellow dress. It showed off her boobs, but kind of hid her belly as much as her belly could be hidden. Was she so large that he couldn’t stand to look at her?
Rachel talked about how crazy Max and Rye got when she was pregnant. They were all over her. They were like that when she wasn’t, but Rach talked about how good pregnancy sex was. Even Callie said that Zane and Nate loved touching her and holding her while she’d been big with their twins.
She could barely get Stef to look at her.
“Jennifer, I can’t say how sorry I am.” Jack Barnes had folded the ladder back up. He hadn’t actually needed it. Olivia had decided that the best way to get out of a chandelier was to jump into Sam Fleetwood’s arms. Jen hadn’t been able to stop her laughter. Sam had been relaxed, opening his arms as Olivia jumped. Jack had nearly had a heart attack and ended up on the floor before his wife and partner got him back up.
She gave him a smile. “It’s all right. I never liked that chandelier anyway. If it had all come down in a heap, I would have been okay with it. I’m just glad Olivia is fine.”
She was more of a contemporary lighting girl, but Stef seemed to like it so she never said anything. It was hard to watch him walking away from her. Or, in this case, running as fast as he could.
Jack Barnes’s eyes followed her own. “Don’t feel too bad. He’s scared out of his mind.”
“Hey, Daddy!” Josh Barnes-Fleetwood ran up to the man who was obviously his biological father. He was the spitting image of Jack, but Josh was lucky enough to have two dads. “I’m hungry.”
Sam Fleetwood walked up, an easy smile on his face. “Come on, buddy. Your sister has alrea
dy started in on the waffles. Let’s go.”
Sam gave Jack a wink and there was no way to miss the easy intimacy between the two men. Jack reached out to his partner, touching his shoulder as though he needed the contact. It was the same way he touched Abby. As though he lived and breathed for his partners.
Jen was damn jealous of those three.
She shook her head. She would pay a lot to watch those two cowboys going at it. Day-um, as they used to say in her hometown. But it wasn’t polite to ask one’s superhot bisexual guests if she could maybe sit in on their probably fierce lovemaking sessions. She focused on his words. “What did you mean by he’s scared?”
“Stefan. He’s scared. I’ve known Stef for a lot of years now and I’ve never seen him like this. He looks like he’s in control, but I know differently.” Jack placed a hand on her shoulder. “How close are you to delivering?”
Not close enough. She felt like a whale. Now she knew why Callie had complained all those months, and she’d been pregnant with twins. Jen felt like she would pop any minute and there was only one inside her. “I’m due next week, but Caleb said first babies can be late.”
And she couldn’t wait to meet her little Logan. Logan Mitchell Talbot. He was named after the man who had saved her life and her beloved grandfather. She was excited to meet their son, but she was starting to think Stef dreaded it. He hadn’t touched her in weeks, couldn’t seem to stand to look at her.
Had he decided he didn’t want a baby? She could still remember the moment he’d first heard she was pregnant. He’d gotten to his knees and placed his hand on her belly and they had been connected. There had been such joy in that moment, but it had faded over the long months. Somewhere along the way they’d lost that deep sense of oneness.
“Men are different, you know,” Barnes said.
