by Sylvia Fox
But I never wanted it to end. I wanted Liam Cox every night for the rest of my life. I wanted to be as close to him as I could possibly get. I wanted him inside me always. I wanted to feel his length spreading me wide. And I wanted to see that look his eye, the one he gave me now as he forced my rocking to slow. It was dark and delicious but something so much more. A light shone in his eyes, a warmth that spoke of forever.
No matter whose friend he was, this man was mine.
And I was one hundred percent his.
He reached up and cupped my face in his masculine hands. “I don’t know how, baby, but in these past few days you’ve gotten into my heart. I love you.”
My entire body felt full of light. “I love you, too.”
We held onto each other as our pleasure built, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. We no longer felt as if we were two people coming together. Instead, we felt as if we were one. As my breaths began to quicken, and Liam’s thrust began to speed up, we came at once, our bodies shuddering in time with the other. Liam emptied his seed into my body and held me close, his lips pressing against my ear and whispering words of love, words I’d longed to hear, words I hoped he would never tire of saying. Overhead, the stars twinkled and the snow continued to fall.
It was the most perfect moment of my life.
One Year Later
The familiar cabin loomed before us as Liam cut the engine of his Porsche. I smiled and felt my heart lift at the sight of the place where Liam and I had first come together, a house I would always think of as my own, even if we never truly lived there. The front door cracked open, knocking the festive wreath off is hook, and my mom and dad poked their heads outside. When they saw we’d pulled up into the driveway, smiles broke across their faces.
Their reaction to Liam and I had been far more than I ever could have hoped. Instead of exiling him from their lives, they’d welcomed him in further with open arms. It turned out that Dad had been dreading the moment I started dating, and when he found out I’d fallen for a man like Liam, his dread had been replaced by a sense of rightness.
I jumped out of the car and waved in the one behind us. Liam had made up with his own parents after all these years, and we’d invited them to join us at the cabin this holiday season. Our tiny little family was growing…in more ways than one.
As Liam directed his parents into the driveway, I opened the backseat door and unbuckled little Sarah from her car seat. She’d slept the whole way to the cabin, but she awoke the moment I picked her up and held her in my arms. She was the light of my life, conceived the night Liam had professed his love to me in the horse-drawn carriage, the night we’d made love under the stars.
And she was just the first. I rubbed the tiny bump on my belly. I’d already become pregnant after giving birth to Sarah three months before. It had turned out that Liam’s seed was particularly potent, though I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I wanted to have his babies. So many babies that our house would be full to the brink with love.
After we’d carted everyone’s luggage inside, Liam disappeared into the basement with my dad. Most likely to search for another outstanding bottle of wine. I wouldn’t be having any this year though, and my mom wasted no time in rubbing my belly and making googly noises at the baby.
“Why don’t I take the baby for an hour while you and Liam go pick out the Christmas tree?” she asked, bopping up and and down while Sarah drooled on her shoulder. “I know how much you like that.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I said. “I don’t mind staying here.”
“Oh, hush.” She gave Liam a nod when he emerged from the basement. “You two go have yourself some alone time together. Heaven knows you rarely get that these days, and it’s only going to get worse when you have your new one.”
“Come on, baby, let’s go.” Liam took my hand in his and squeezed. “You deserve an hour’s break, at least.”
The shop down the hill was as packed as it was every year, and festive music pumped through the winding display of trees from speakers mounted on the side of the small wooden shack. Liam gripped my hand in his and pulled me along, putting on a relaxed front even though I could tell he was totally on edge.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling him to the side. Trees loomed high all around us, blotting out the full moon above. “Are you worried about spending the holidays with your folks?”
“No, that’s not it.” He coughed and shook his head. “I mean, I’m not worried about anything.”
“Is it my parents?” I pressed. Ever since he’d declared his love for me, he’d always been quick to share what was on his mind. It was strange that he’d turned quiet now and here of all places. Maybe he was still on edge about being so openly together in front of my parents, though we’d had dinner with them many times over the past year.
“Callie, babe.” He snaked an arm around my back and pulled me close. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re lying,” I said. “I’ve seen that look on your face before, and you only wear it when you’re anxious about something. Why won’t you just tell me what it is?”
A smile cracked his lips and he laughed. “You know, sometimes you’re completely impossible.”
“Does that mean you’re going to tell me?”
“You know what? It sure does.” Liam extracted himself from my arms and dropped to his knee, his jeans sinking into the wet snow. I gasped, my hand flying to my lips, especially when he pulled a little black box from his coat pocket.
“Liam,” I whispered, eyes widening as he flipped open the box, displaying a gorgeous ring that probably cost more than all my belongings combined.
“I’ll admit, you’re right. I’ve had something on my mind tonight, but it certainly wasn’t anything bad.” His smile widened, his eyes full of warmth. “There’s been something I’ve wanted to ask you for months now, but I wanted to wait until the right moment. And I knew it would be here, in this place, in the snow, back where we started.”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I nodded, my heart full of so much joy.
“Callie Johnson. You’ve been in my life for a long damn time, but last year, you became so much more to me than I could have ever hoped. You’re beautiful. You’re sweet. You have a heart of gold. And baby, you are a one-of-a-kind in bed. I want you to spend the rest of our lives by my side. Will you marry me?”
Liam held up the ring and swallowed hard, almost as if he was afraid I’d say no. But I had only one word for the man of my dreams, the man kneeling before me right now.
“Yes, Liam.” Tears streamed down my face. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I threw myself into his arms, and he lifted me from the ground, spinning me in circles so fast that the world was nothing more than a blur of festive red and green. I’d thought I’d had the perfect night of my life one year before, but I’d been wrong.
This was it, here and now.
Also by Sylvia Fox
I’ve had my eyes on my best friend’s dad for years. Brett’s a pilot, but beyond that, he’s all man.
I’m saving myself for him … even though my fantasies may never be realized. I get off to the idea of us so many times — I’m literally aching for his touch.
But then I need a ride home for Thanksgiving break … and Brett’s in town with his plane.
I finally have a chance to see his cockpit … and damn if I’m not hoping to join the mile high club with this pilot.
I’ll let him fly me anywhere … I just hope he wants to take me away.
Wyatt McDowell is the only man I’ve ever wanted. He’s ripped, rugged, and raw. Too bad he’s my dad’s best friend and totally off-limits. At least, I think so…
When I head home from college for some peace and quiet while my parents are out of town, a string of robberies leaves me scared and all alone. There’s only one man I can call. And only one man who can protect me.
Turns out, there’s one thing he can’t protect me from. His c*ck.
Lock me
up, sheriff, and throw away the key. I’ve been a very, very bad girl.
EMILY:
Coach Eric Sutton is the hottest man on campus. He’s what I call an Alpha Silver Fox… Older, hot, and delicious. Every co-ed on campus fantasizes about him. And every guy dreams about what it would be like to be on his team…which just so happens to be the #1 squad in all of college basketball.
Coach knows how to win.
I could care less about the basketball part. Couldn’t tell you anything about it. I’m just a bookworm who always has her nose in a steamy romance novel. And besides, Coach wouldn’t look at me twice. And not just because I’m too curvy and too nerdy…
I’m also his daughter’s best friend.
COACH:
Emily Foster is my daughter’s best friend. She’s also a student at the college I coach at. Being with her would obliterate my career, no question about it. It would also make my daughter hate me forever.
But I can’t stop thinking about Emily’s body. And how it’s never been touched by another man. She’s pure as snow and all I can think about are the filthy things I want to do to her when we’re alone together in my house over Christmas break.
I need her. I want her. And one night, I’m able to make a choice… I just hope its the right one.
My dad’s best friend Colt is hot as sin. Like, late night vibe-fest kind of hot. Sure, he’s older, but that doesn’t matter one little bit because Colt Barrett is a man that deserves his own classification. Older. Younger. He transcends it all. He’s one hell of a man and my attraction to him was inevitable the minute I became woman enough to notice.
An early snowstorm traps us alone together in my parents’ house over Thanksgiving and the heat between us is more than either of us can handle. It should all work out just fine, right? I mean, we’re both adults and my parents don’t have to know anything about our little affair.
Until I get pregnant. All I want is a happily ever after with the man of my dreams. It could all be mine as long as my dad doesn’t kill him first.
Dr. John Hardwicke is known as "Professor Hotness" around Moultrie College.
And I'm his student. Professor Hardwicke is head of the Political Science department, which just so happens to be my major.
He's the man who can make all my dreams come true ... in the classroom AND the bedroom.
He's also my father's best friend.
So I doubt he looks at me the way I look at him ... or does he?
When my parents decide to go on an anniversary trip during my Thanksgiving break, it puts me in a bind. I have nowhere to go ... until the professor offers me a place at his table.
And on his c*ck.
Things just got a lot more complicated for this co-ed. But when it comes to the professor, this student is the highest of achievers. I always make the grade.
