Behind The Book (Sexy Series 2)

by Heather Dahlgren

I laugh and decide to put him out of his misery. “Come on. Let’s go to my other favorite spot. The sun will warm you up there.” He is all too eager to get out and beats me to the shore. “You are such a baby.”

  “No, you’re just cold-blooded or some shit. That is fucking cold. It’s like ice water.” I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers, and I lead him to my favorite spot of all. This is the spot where I spent a majority of my childhood lying in the wildflowers and hiding from the world. When we reach it, he stares down at me. “Now this is beautiful.” We walk out, and when we are in the middle of the field, I stop and smile up at him.

  “I don’t want to stay here, Blake. I want to go home. This isn’t my home anymore. It has so many memories, but I don’t belong here anymore. I belong with you, in California.”

  He runs his knuckles down my face and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever you want. If you want to leave right now, we will.”

  I grin and reach my hands behind me to unhook my bra. “Before we leave, I want to bring home a new memory.” I reach into my bra and pull out a condom before letting it drop to the ground and stepping out of my panties. He steps out of his boxers and pulls me to him before capturing my mouth. It is so exciting being out in the open, kissing naked, when at any minute someone could see.

  He lowers me to the ground and climbs on top of me. He begins kissing every inch of my body, making me ache to have him inside of me. When he bites down on my nipple, I arch my back, letting out a loud moan. “Fuck, London. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now. The way the sun is shining on your body, being surrounded by these wildflowers, and the look of pure love on your face. It’s fucking stunning.” He kisses me and I hear him tear open the condom wrapper. He breaks the kiss and I feel him at my entrance. I run my hands up his protective arms and up into his hair. He pushes inside of me, causing us both to moan. “Fucking heaven.” He starts moving, and I keep my eyes locked on his. He picks up his pace, causing my body to hum with excitement.

  “Oh fuck, Blake.” He leans forward and kisses me, taking control of my entire body. I feel myself getting closer to an orgasm crashing over me. He looks back into my eyes, and I can literally see the love he has for me.

  “I feel you, baby, let your body take over. Let it feel it.”

  Every time he speaks those words, it is my undoing. Within seconds, my orgasm crashes over me. “Blake!”

  He continues to slam into me until he stills and releases his orgasm. “London!” He captures my mouth, and we kiss until we are completely breathless. He looks down at me and smiles. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too.” I do, with all my heart. I never thought I would be the person I am today. I went through hell to get here, and I may have let Laken go, but London is who I am, who I’m meant to be, and Blake is the reason why. He is my heart, my soul, my happily ever after, and I’d do it all again if my story ended with him.

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  Blake

  We’re all hanging out in the backyard, celebrating Jax and Kallie’s engagement. He asked her a few weeks ago, but they wanted everyone here for this party, so they waited. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. Friends, family, models, photographers, and Kallie’s nieces. Now that Braden is divorced, he doesn’t get to see the girls as often, and that was a big reason why Kallie wanted to wait for the party, to have them here.

  When they became engaged, everyone was so excited, like we were the ones getting married. I asked London if she ever thought about marriage, and she said it’s something she would want but not for a while. I’m not saying I bought a ring yet, but I’m also not saying I didn’t see the perfect one.

  “Blake, what time did you say the food was being delivered?” London asks. I put down my beer and pull her onto my lap.

  “About an hour, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll go inside to get it when it’s time.” She smiles and takes a sip of my beer. When I think back to where I was a year and a half ago, I can’t believe I’m the same person. Every night I had a different girl in my bed, and every morning I made sure she left. I didn’t want a serious relationship. I thought I’d sleep around forever, but then London came crashing into my life and everything changed. I’m a better man because of her, and she knows it because I tell her often. We both had a past, and neither one of us let that stand in the way. I guess that’s why it’s called true love, because you’ll move mountains to make it work.

  “Blake, how long have you and London been together?”

  I smile at London and look over at Kallie’s mom. “It’s coming up on a year, and the best year of my life.” She smiles and London kisses me.

  Kallie, Brinley, and Shannon sit down, and I know I’ve lost the interest of my girl for a bit, so I have her move next to the girls and I walk over to Jax, Brody, Max, and Braden. “Hey, man, great idea getting the food catered. It’s fucking delicious.” They all laugh and I punch Jax.

  “Shut the fuck up. Isn’t it the thought that counts?”

  Brody shakes his head as he finishes off his beer. “No, that’s shit you tell your kids so they aren’t greedy. What counts here is that we have no food to feed all these people.” I flip him off and he smiles at Jax. “That’s why you aren’t going to be best man.”

  Oh, fuck that shit. “Listen, Brody, in order to be best man, you need to be a man, not a pussy. So obviously, my big dick and I will be standing next to him.” Everyone laughs and I just shrug my shoulders.

  “Shit, the girls want to go back in the pool. Who wants to bring them in for me?” Even he laughs at the question and walks away to take his daughters back into the pool.

  “That man needs to get laid.” I sip my beer and watch him play with his girls. It’s sweet. I mean, I’d love to have a daughter one day, but I’d also still like to fuck her mom.

  “Blake, maybe he’s not ready. He had one ugly divorce.”

  Yeah, that woman truly is a bitch with a capital slut. “He got divorced, he didn’t lose his dick.” Jax smacks my head as he walks by to get another beer and I flinch. “What the fuck? I’m just saying.”

  The girls come walking over, and we start talking about how we all met and how much has changed in the last few years. I never would have thought this would be my life. I mean, I have the sexiest woman, who happens to have a fucking hot body, who writes romance novels with sex. She is by far the best sex I have ever had in my entire life. I mean, how fucking lucky am I? She also has the biggest heart, best personality, and is so full of love.

  When she wraps her arms around me and kisses my chest, I can’t wait to take her to bed and show her how much I love her. “Blake, was that the door?”

  “Shit.” I rush into the house and London follows me. Thank God, the food is finally here so everyone will stop riding my ass. I open the door and it isn’t the food. It’s a woman. I glance back at London and she shakes her head. Maybe she’s someone on Kallie’s side. I open the door and she stands there staring at me. “Hi. Are you looking for Jax or Kallie?”

  She peeks at a piece of paper and then back at me. “Are you Blake Foster?” What the fuck? Who the hell is this, and why is she here for me? London walks up to stand next to me, and I glance at her before turning back to this woman.

  “Yes, I am. Who are you?”

  She smiles and takes a deep breath. “Hi, Blake. I’m your sister, McKinley Monroe.” What the fuck just happened?

  The End

  ***Sneak Peek***

  Behind the Lies

  Sexy Series, Book #3

  Prologue

  McKinley

  There is a part of me that wishes I could drown in this shower right now. Get washed down the drain with all the lies, heartache, and anger. This isn’t who I am, at least not who I ever intended to be, but sitting on the bottom of the bathtub letting the shower beat down on me makes me realize just how real this all is. That’s the worst part of this. In the beginning, my intentions were fucked up, but none of it seemed
real. Nothing I was doing felt wrong, not at the time. Now, I know that there is nothing I can do to fix it. My world has literally come crashing down on me and it’s all my fault.

  After what feels like hours, I reach up and turn the shower off, but I don’t get out right away. I sit there shivering, letting my tears run down my face. I hear my cell phone ringing and for a second my heart skips a beat, but then I remember he’ll never call my phone again. He’ll never hold me in his arms, he’ll never make me laugh or make love to me. He is the love of my life and I shattered him, the lies shattered him.

  I get out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself, and walk down the hall to my bedroom. I put on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and pile my wet hair on top of my head. I glance around the bedroom that I’ve called mine for almost a year and know that I will no longer be welcome. I choke back a sob and go out into the living room. I curl up in a ball on the couch, refusing to close my eyes because when I do, I see his face. Not the face that I love, but the way he looked at me last night when he found out. The man I love, that never even remotely showed a violent side, punched the wall over and over again until the sheetrock was crumbling. I can’t even say I was scared he would hurt me, because I knew he wouldn’t. Although, I wasn’t prepared for the tears and heartache that followed. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” That is all I hear, over and over in my head, but I deserved it, I deserve this pain.

  I stare at my wall and the pictures of the last year, which cause the sob I was holding back to break free. The last year was the happiest of my life. I had family, friends, and Braden. Not only Braden, but Dawn and Tiffany. I focus at the picture of the four of us lying on a blanket in the backyard and the pain I feel is unexplainable. The picture of me and Blake just adds to the ache. The one of me, Kallie, London, Shannon, and Brinley at Kallie’s birthday party. How the fuck could I have done this to everyone?

  I glance over at my bookshelf, and before I even realize it, I’m on my feet. I start ripping things off the shelves. Books, pictures, albums. I just start ripping them apart, I want nothing to do with any of it. I don’t want the lies staring me in the face, I can’t handle it. I am absolutely hysterical sitting on the floor surrounded by it all. “Fuck.”

  I stand up and go into the kitchen to pour myself a shot. After throwing back more shots than I can remember, I lean against the counter, letting the alcohol swim through my veins. It does nothing to stop my pain, but at least I’m not crying. I take one more shot and go back to the couch. When I sit down, my eyes start to close and I jerk myself up. I refuse to close my eyes. I get up and go to my bedroom, getting the suitcase out of the closet. I start throwing my clothes in, and once it’s filled, I go get the other two. I only need my clothes when I leave, nothing else belongs to me, so I pack them all away. When I’m done, I sit down on the bed.

  ***

  I wake up screaming with tears running down my face. I glance around the room and realize it wasn’t just a nightmare. This is why I didn’t want to sleep, but I guess considering I’m leaving or running, it was a good thing I slept until morning. I go into the bathroom, wash my face, brush my teeth, and brush my hair, piling it back on top of my head. I grab everything out of the bathroom that’s mine, which isn’t much. Just my makeup, toothbrush, and lotions. I bring it back into the bedroom, open one of the suitcases, and drop it all in. I take a deep breath and take two of the suitcases out to the living room. I take it all in and shake my head at the mess I made, but fuck it. I open the front door, grab my keys off the table, and bring my suitcases out to the car. I pop the trunk and put them inside. I go back inside to get the last one before I leave.

  I wheel this one out of the bedroom, blinking quickly to keep the tears from falling. I walk past my wall of pictures and reach up, grabbing the one with the four of us. I hold it close to my chest and drop my head back. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper it, hoping it will somehow be heard by them all. I open my eyes and look around at what used to be a home filled with love, laughter, and friendship. Now, all I see are the lies I’ve told and the love I lost, the deafening silence and broken bonds. If I could knock on Blake’s door and start all over, I would have done it all completely different.

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  Acknowledgements

  I can’t say thank you enough to my beta readers, Alexandra Godfrey, Lizette Palleschi, and Angel Follansbee. Every word of encouragement, every time you told me to write faster, you have no idea how much it meant to me. I am so lucky to have each and every one of you in my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your endless love and support. I love you all.

  A special thanks to my PA Ally (Alexandra Godfrey). You go above and beyond to do so much for me and I appreciate it more than you know. You have been in my corner since day one. Thank you a million times over for all of it.

  A huge thank you to my bitches, you guys make every day so much brighter.

  My naughty chicks and wicked dicks, I’m so lucky to have found such amazing friends.

  My #3some girls, Tiffany J West and Dawn Sullivan. Thank you for always listening to me, for being amazing friends, and for all the laughs.

  To all the blogs and bloggers that help spread the word, read my books, and write amazing reviews. Without you the Indie world would be a much harder place. I can’t thank you enough for all the support you have given me. You are all my rock stars!

  A special thanks to my husband Russell. You put up with a lot, don’t think I don’t appreciate it. You shell out a lot of money to make my dreams come true. Thank you for your support. I love you.

  Thank you to my three amazing kids, Russell Jr., Jeanette, and Hailey. Thank you for understanding when I yelled that it was because I was writing. For dealing with a grumpy mom a lot of the time. Most of all, thank you for being three of the best kids a mom could have. I love you all with all my heart!

  To each and every one of my readers, without you I am nothing. I cannot thank you enough for being along for the journey. You are the reason I love doing what I do, so thank you from the bottom of my heart.

  About the Author

  Heather Dahlgren writes Contemporary Romance, sprinkling each book with a bit of humor, a lot of naughty and true love. She self-published her first book in 2014 and continues to do so today. Her over active mind promises the stories are in no short supply.

  Heather grew up and still resides at the Jersey shore. She loves being so close to the Atlantic Ocean and the Pine Barrens. She is surrounded by the best of both worlds.

  She is married to her high school sweetheart and has three kids. There is nothing more important in the world to her then her family.

  When Heather isn’t writing you can find her getting lost in a great book, spending time with family and helping her fellow authors.

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