Savannah Series Boxed Set: Four Full Novels and One Novella

by Jamie, Danielle

  Time for the finale, baby.

  Brooklyn suggested we watch scenes from Magic Mike to learn some moves for tonight, definitely not the highlight of my afternoon, to say the least. She told me that Savannah would go wild if I acted out a stripping scene Channing Tatum did. I just hope I do it right and don’t make an ass of myself.

  I drop down onto the floor with my dick and balls perfectly angled over Savannah’s face. I stifle a laugh, as I hear the girls going wild in the front row, and Brooklyn shouting, “Work it cowboy!”

  I begin doing push-ups, grinding my hard cock that’s threatening to bust out of this tiny piece of fabric that’s covering it, just inches from Savannah’s face. Jumping to my feet, I look down at Savannah and hold my hand out so I can help her back up onto her feet. She is flushed and lookin’ all hot and bothered. Just the way I like her.

  The music lowers and turns to a techno beat, as the bartender’s voice comes over the sound system, “Sorry ladies, it’s almost the end of this strip tease. But before these gentlemen go, they are all going to come together on stage to dance for you one more time!”

  I grab my hat off of Savannah’s head, flashing her a panty droppin’ smile as I set it back onto my head. “Ya better get down there, the grand finale is about to start.” I tell her, as I snaked my arm around her waist, and pull her against my chest that’s now moist with sweat from her strip tease.

  Biting down on her lip, she flashes me a sexy little smirk, “I didn’t know you had moves like Jagger. I think you just put Channing Tatum to shame.” She says laughing.

  I slide my fingers gently along the side of her face, “Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  Savannah, being the feisty little minx that she is, slaps my chest and starts making her way towards the edge of the stage to go join the girls on the couch. Just before she climbs off of the stage she spins back around yelling to me, “Hey, Knox!”

  “Yeah?” I ask with a cocky smile on my lips.

  “You better be wearing this in the bedroom tonight.” She tells me matter-of-factly, as she slides her eyes slowly over my body.

  “Baby, don’t you worry, I plan on it. I might also steal Jax’s handcuffs. Ya know, do some role playin’, me the Texas Ranger, and you the extremely naughty waitress at the Brothel.”

  Jumping off of the stage, she glances back at me one more time, “I look forward to it, Cowboy.” Then sashay’s over to the couch, working extra hard to shake her ass and drive me fuckin’ crazy. I can’t wait to get her ass up to the hotel suite and fuck the shit out of the tight, sexy as sin, ass of hers.

  We brought down the house with our finale, as we all danced to “It’s Raining Men.” The girls stood at the foot of the stage, laughing at our comical performance and throwing hundred dollar bills at our feet. Now that they all knew it was us, they let loose and so did we, just having fun with the whole thing. Tonight will definitely go down in history for all of us as one of the craziest nights of our entire lives.

  ACA Awards Kayden’s Point of View

  I’m sitting next to Savannah and her parents, at the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas for the American Country Awards. They’re up for Album of the Year and Best Country Duo. It’s a tough category, but I have my fingers crossed for them. This is our third time this year attending awards for her parents; nothing is more fun than a country music award show; we get to see some of our closest friends performing our favorite songs on stage. The awards are fun, but the after parties are kick ass. Nothing like a bunch of country folks gettin’ drunk and partyin’ it up, especially when we’re in Las Vegas!

  The Red Carpet was insane. The press was lined up along both sides, shouting at anyone who walked past, firing off a thousand questions or wanting you to pose for a picture. Thankfully, Savannah’s dress hides her tiny baby bump, while emphasizing her tits that look fuckin’ amazing right now.

  We’re not officially announcing we’re expecting, until we find out the sex of the babies in two weeks. I’m happy to be in our seats now, and done answering the same questions over and over as we made our way inside.

  The room goes dark and spotlights shine down, as music starts to play; Lady Antebellum is opening the award show singing their newest single Compass. Taking my eyes off of Hillary, Charles and Dave, I slide my gaze to Savannah; she looks absolutely awe-inspiring in her tight fitting emerald dress. She insisted on me wearing an emerald tie to go with her dress. My girl loves me in green; she rambles on and on about my eyes, one look and she’s putty in my hands.

  She’s softly singing along to her new favorite song at the moment. I lace my fingers into hers and give them a gentle squeeze. She gazes up me, her big baby blues twinkling in the lighting; she takes my breath away without even tryin’. No one can hold a candle to my angel.

  “They’re amazing aren’t they?” Savannah whispers to me before focusing back on the stage.

  Leaning towards her, resting my lips against her ear, I feel her shiver as my breath caresses her skin, a faint smile creeps across my mouth, “Yeah, they sound great, baby.”

  After they’re opening performance, the first award is Male Artist of The Year, I couldn’t help but scream out, “Hell yeah!” When they announced Luke Bryan won!

  After an hour into the show it’s finally time to learn who the Duo Of The Year is, Savannah is squeezin’ my hand so fuckin’ hard, I think I lost blood flow to my fingers five minutes ago. I’m practically holding my breath as they announce the winners. Her parent’s faces are up on the big screen next to my boys Florida Georgia Line, and the other nominees. It’s a hard category, and I can’t help but feel torn. Tyler and Brian have had a stellar year so far.

  “God, I think I’m going to puke.” Savannah mumbles under her breath. With her morning sickness, I wouldn’t doubt that she could puke, and we’re pretty fuckin’ far from a bathroom. So I am prayin’ she doesn’t get sick!

  I rub my thumb over the back of her hand trying to help calm her nerves, “Whether they win or lose, they were nominated, that’s pretty awesome.” I say trying to lighten the mood.

  Fuck me and pregnancy hormones.

  Savannah flashes me a look of death, “Thanks for the positive vibes Knox.” Before snapping her eyes back to the stage.

  “The winner of Best Country Duo is…Maverick and Paisley Livingston!”

  Thank FUCK!

  Shit, I feel bad for my boys though…I scan the room and spot Tyler and Brian a few rows ahead; I nod, and give them both a smile. They are cool as shit and don’t even seem fazed. They’ve already won Single of The Year for Cruise, so they’re on cloud nine right now.

  “Oh, my God!” Savannah is shouting, as she bursts with excitement, and hugging her parents as they squeeze their way down the aisle.

  I give Maverick a man hug, “Congrats!” I shout over the cheers and clapping, before pulling Paisley in for a hug and planting a quick kiss on her cheek. I can’t help but laugh, as I notice her blush the same way Savannah does.

  “See baby, nothin’ to worry about, they won!” I shout, scooping my crazy hormonal wife into my arms. I plant a big kiss on her lips for the world to see, as the camera zooms in on us, before focusing on her parents making their way onto the stage.

  Sitting back down beside me, Savannah gives me a sexy smile, “Sorry baby, for biting your head off, my nerves are getting the best of me. I feel bad for our friends, but I gotta root for my parents.”

  God I love her.

  “It’s okay darlin’, don’t even worry about it. I love you even when you’re gettin’ all hormonal on me.” I tease and let out a small chuckle as she flashes me an impish grin, and furrows her brows at me.

  Letting out a small laugh, she rolls her eyes before looking up to the stage at her parents. They are in their element when they are on stage. The crowd loves them. I love that I get to experience this with them and Savannah. It’s definitely a great story to tell the twins when they’re older.

  As her parents are making their way back t
o their seats, Thomas Rhett is being announced as the next performer. As he begins singing, It Goes Like This, Savannah rests her cheek on my shoulder and presses kisses to my knuckles. I can’t help but think back to last spring, when I sang this song to her when we took our trip to Austin.

  The last hour flies by; it’s the end of the show and my boys from Florida Georgia Line are closing the show with their new song Stay. I can’t help but think of Savannah while listening to the lyrics. Back to a painful time in our lives, when Savannah left me and went back to L.A. We’ve come so far since then. All the pain, no matter how much it fuckin’ sucked to have to go through it, was worth it, because now our relationship is stronger than it’s ever been.

  New Year’s Eve December 31, 2013

  Savannah

  “Ready to ring in the New Year baby?” Kayden asks, as he draws circles on my arm. We’re in the back of a limo Braxton and Mya sent over to Sugar Land to take us to their house for their annual New Year’s Eve party.

  Shifting on the seat, my satin gown slides easily across the leather, I flash Kayden a small smile, “I am beyond ready! I finally get to experience Mya and Braxton’s party instead of just hearing about it.”

  Sliding his fingers down the side of my face, I relish in the feeling of his rough warm fingers on my skin. His green eyes are sparkling in the overhead lights of the limo, as they smile at me, “I, for one, am ready to finally get my New Year’s kiss, seeing that I didn’t get one last year.” Leaning down he brushes his lips against mine.

  My skin is instantly blanketed in goose bumps; just the smallest touch from Kayden sets my body on fire.

  Breaking away from our kiss, Kayden lets out a low growl as he rakes his fingers through his hair, “You think we have time for a quickie?” He asks as his eyes roam over my body, stopping momentarily to take in my now another cup size bigger breasts, that are bursting out of my low cut silver and black satin gown.

  Kayden’s words make my body ache for his touch, lately I feel like no matter how many times he fucks me, I just can’t get enough of him.

  Not wasting any time, I hike up my dress and slide onto Kayden’s lap, mentally thanking myself for opting not to wear any panties tonight.

  Gripping my thighs, Kayden stares up at me with desire erupting in his eyes, the pure predatory fire is smoldering hot. I swear I’m melting under his gaze.

  “God, you look so beautiful tonight…” Kayden murmurs against my skin, as he trails kisses along my breasts, and his hands make their way under the skirt of my dress.

  Sliding my fingers into his hair, I grip it as I bask in the feeling of his lips on my body. The hypnotic music pumping out of the speakers of our limo, mixed with his lips and fingers all over me, is making my body burn for him.

  Bringing my lips down to his ear, I slide my tongue over Kayden’s lobe, before clamping it between my teeth. “Fuck me, Knox…”My voice came out sultry, and laced with sex.

  The massive erection pressing against my throbbing clit lets me know Kayden is just as ready as I am.

  “Oooh believe me baby, I plan on it.” I love how cocky he comes off when he’s about to fuck me senseless.

  Within seconds, Kayden has his dress slacks unzipped, and his cock sprung free. Gripping my hips, he lifts me and slides me on to his cock, stretching and filling every inch of me. I scream out in pleasure, chanting his name as I rotate my hips, sliding along his long shaft before crashing back down. Each thrust is a concoction of pleasure mixed with pain, as the head of his cock hits against my cervix.

  We don’t have much time; the excitement of knowing we need to hurry only enhances my pleasure. We have the privacy window up so the driver can’t see us, but he sure as hell can hear me. I’m not holding back.

  “Fuck baby…I’m about to fuckin’ explode…” Kayden hisses between clenched teeth as he tosses his head back against the seat, locking his eyes onto mine. I flash him an impish grin, as I slide my hands over his and lead it to my clit that’s starving for attention.

  A deep husky growl resonates in his throat, as he massages his thumb firmly against my nub, giving me exactly what I want and need. “Yes…Kayden! Ohhh…God!” I scream, as I ride out an intense orgasm that’s causing my entire body to go numb as it consumes me.

  Mya

  I swear my house is ready to burst at the seams with the amount of people we have here tonight. It doesn’t help that almost all of Braxton’s friends are seven feet tall. I practically have the entire Houston Texans football team in my ballroom. We definitely had to triple our food order with the caterers because these guys can clear out a place within minutes.

  I spot Savannah and Kayden at the bar with Brooklyn and Dixon, so I make my way over to visit with them. I feel awful; they’ve been here over an hour but I’ve barely had a second to spend with them because I’ve had so many guests to attend to.

  “Hey, guys! So what do ya think?” I ask cheerfully, as I raise my arms up and wave towards the DJ and all the fabulous New Year’s decorations. We have a flat screen on the wall above the bar with the Rocking New Years Eve on getting ready to countdown to midnight in a few minutes.

  Dixon draping his arm over my shoulder and lets out a small chuckle, “This party is off the fuckin’ charts.”

  A nervous laugh escapes me, as I drag my eyes from Dixon to everyone else. “Really? I’m happy y’all are enjoying yourselves. It means a lot that y’all came tonight.”

  Savannah and Brooklyn both look from each other to me as we hear Pitbull start thumping out of the speakers. They both start swaying their hips to the music, as they make their way over to me, “We’re having fun, but it isn’t a party until our feet hurt from dancing!” Brooklyn laughs, as she and Savannah drag me onto the dance floor.

  I glance over my shoulder and see Dixon and Kayden heading over to Braxton and a few of his teammates with their beers in tow.

  “All right…alright! We’ll dance for a few minutes, but then we gotta watch the ball drop!” I can’t contain my laughter, as Savannah begins to shimmy her very voluptuous breasts at me.

  ~~~

  “Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven…!.” We all are shouting in unison as we watch the giant sparkly ball in Times Square on the TV. Braxton is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me tightly against him. With each number we shout; we sway side to side. Looking around, I can’t help but smile.

  This time last year was awful, we were going to cancel the party with what happened with Savannah, but Kayden insisted that we didn’t. They knew we had almost a four hundred guests coming for our annual event.

  I couldn’t enjoy myself though, no matter how hard I tried. All I could think about was Savannah lying in the hospital, fighting for her life. Knowing this year that Zak is in prison, and we’re all happy and healthy is an amazing feeling.

  As we get down to the number three, I spin around locking my fingers together behind Braxton’s neck. I get lost momentarily in his dark brown irises. “One! Happy New Year!” We shout at one another before Braxton cups the back of my head pulling me in for our first kiss of 2014.

  Birth of Kaydence Melody

  January 6th, 2018

  Walking through the door after a long day at the office, and being greeted by my two wild animals, otherwise known as Brayden and Colton, is the best thing on this entire planet.

  Squatting down, I hold my arms out as my lil’ men come barreling down the hallway, into the foyer and jumping into my arms. “Daddy…daddy! You’re home!” They scream in unison.

  “Hey guys,” I say looking from Brayden to Colton, who both have big chocolate smiles. “Y’all eatin’ chocolate before dinner again?”

  Giggling and wiggling around in my arms, they beam up at me with looks of pride coming off of their faces, “Sylvia gave us chocolate ice cream, but shhh don’t tell mama.” Colton tells me as he looks back behind him to make sure Savannah is not in listening distance.

  Brayden’s giggles are the cutest thing ever; he�
��s smilin’ up at me like the cat that got the cream, “Mama is nappin’, so she doesn’t know. It was yummy daddy, can we have ice cream before dinner every night?”

  Shaking my head, I set my two lil’ chocolate monsters down on the marble floor, taking their little hands into mine and make our way into the kitchen, “No, ya can’t have ice cream every night before dinner, ya crazy animals. Where’s Sylvia?” I ask as I get to work wetting a paper towels to clean up their sticky chocolate covered faces.

  Colton answers me while I clean up Brayden’s face, “She’s upstairs with Mama because she has a belly ache.”

  What!?

  Savannah’s due next week, if she isn’t feeling well, why in the hell didn’t she call me? I would’ve come home from work early.

  “Why don’t you two go into your play room and build me a really big tower until dinner’s ready? I gotta run upstairs and change real quick and check on mommy, okay?” I walk them into their playroom and help ‘em get their blocks out, “I’ll be right back down, y’all be good now…no fighten’.”

  “Okay, daddy.” They both tell me as they plop down onto the rug and get to work dumping all of their blocks out.

  I run up the stairs two at a time and burst into our bedroom; my heart is racing as the thought of Savannah being in labor sets me into a full-on panic attack. Sylvia is sitting in a chair watching her wrist watch while Savannah is lying against our cushioned headboard holding her belly.

  “What’s going on? Are you feelin’ all right?” I finally ask. My mouth is parched and it feels almost impossible to speak.

  Savannah gives me a warm smile as she watches me make my way over to the bed. “Sylvia just came up because I’m having contractions’. I didn’t feel well all day so tried to lie down and take a nap, but I woke up about fifteen minutes ago with intense contractions, so she’s timing them for the doctor.”