by Alexa Riley
“Get out,” Saint orders Layla, over his shoulder.
I just laugh and wait to see how Layla’s going to handle this. I look at her and she’s got the biggest pout on her face.
“But I want to talk about babies,” she whines. It really is adorable.
Suddenly, Layla is scooped up and I see the back of Carter’s head as he carries her out of our bathroom. “This discussion will continue!” she shouts over his shoulder as he shuts our bedroom door behind him.
Saint hasn’t moved. He’s still kneeling in front of me and kissing my belly. It’s a peaceful, wonderful moment that I never knew was possible. Deep down I was always afraid to hope for this kind of love.
Suddenly, I feel Saint whisper against my belly, and then I hear him sing. Softly and sweetly, he sings to our baby, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Giant, hormonal tears start to stream down my face, and realize I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I look down and Saint looks up at me. “Marry me, Saint,” I whisper, because saying “I love you” isn’t enough right now. I want him and this and our baby. Forever.
“You got it, Mama. Name the time and place, and I’m all yours.”
I lean down and kiss him with every ounce of love I have inside me. And just when I think I can’t be any happier, Saint slips a ring on my finger.
“I’ve been waiting months for you to ask me that question,” he says with a cocky wink. He stands up, takes my face in his hands and proceeds to melt my panties off with that mouth of his.
Life is good.
“Oh! Goddamn, Daddy, that’s it. Right there. A little harder. Oh, fuck. That’s it. Work that tongue.”
I feel his warm mouth leave my pussy and I look down in shock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get your mouth back on my pussy, Saint!”
“Mama, you are going to let everyone out there know exactly what’s happening if you don’t keep it down.”
“I couldn’t give less of a shit, Saint. I want to cum, and it’s our wedding day. People assume this happens.”
“I hate to break it to you, Mama, but this usually doesn’t happen…” he glances at his watch, “…five minutes before we are supposed to walk down the aisle.”
“How else am I supposed to be a blushing bride without the glow of an orgasm? Fuck, I’m horny as shit since you knocked me up. This is your fault for looking so good in a tux, so eat my pussy real quick and I promise to behave the rest of the day.”
He gives me a mischievous grin. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” But he still moves my wedding dress aside and goes back to my pussy.
I smile to myself and get back to the edge he left me on. He starts sucking my clit. I’m so close so I can practically reach out and touch it…and then comes a loud knock on the door.
I grab the back of Saint’s head and hold my pussy against his face. “Don’t you dare move your mouth, Saint. I don’t care if the building is on fire. You’re going to finish getting me off.” I feel his muffled agreement, and then his tongue goes back to work.
I’m pregnant, hot, horny, and need to cum more than I need my next breath. I grind against Saint's face and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and deep and I feel the liquid fire flow through my veins. Jesus, that mouth of his is sinful.
As I come down from my high, Saint climbs out from under my dress and helps put me back together. I look down and see his huge cock bulging in the front of his pants. I give him a sly smile and rub the palm of my hand over it. “We should do something about this.”
There’s another knock on the door and we both turn in time to see Lays walking in. “Living with you guys this long has some advantages. For instance, I know Jeanette just got hers, so the wedding can start. Do something about that,” she smirks and points at Saint’s pants. “And get in there. Some of us are pregnant and hungry.”
“Hey, I’m hungry,” I say defensively, but Lays just glares at me. She’s adorable when she’s worked up.
“Give us a second,” Saint says calmly, and Lays looks at him sternly. “Calm down, Layla. I just want one kiss before we start.”
“Fine, but make it fast,” she orders and closes the door behind her.
I wrap my arms around Saint’s neck and he embraces me. He puts his forehead to mine and I can’t imagine a more perfect moment.
“Okay, Big Daddy, one kiss and then we need to shake a leg.”
Saint pulls back and gets on his knees again. “What are you doing, Saint? Quit playing around. We’ve got to go. People are waiting.”
“I said one more kiss, Mama. I didn’t say where I was going to do the kissing. Now are you gonna show me that pussy again or am I going to have to get under that dress and find it for myself?”
I look at the door and look back at Saint. I see the smug grin creep across his face, and I give in. Fuck it. This might be the most perfect wedding day ever.
Epilogue
Jeanette
About five years later…
“This is the last time, Saint. I swear to God, if you don’t get those nuts cut, I’m going to get a butter knife and do it myself.”
“Oh, now, Mama, don’t be like that. You know you’d be just as sad hurting my cock as I would.”
That motherfucker has the guts to smile at me. Obviously they medicated him instead of me.
“I don’t know a single man on the planet who wants to have a house full of women. Just wait until this one is old enough to start in with Erin and Sam.”
“This one isn’t a girl, Mama. I keep telling you, I planted a boy this time. Why don’t you believe me?”
“Just because you had a talk with your dick before we fucked like animals that night does not mean I’m having a boy! This is going to be another girl and Lays is going to send over more pink fluffy shit. I swear, it’s like she doesn’t even see that the girls would rather play in dirt than make-up.” I feel the contraction easing up and I laugh a little at the thought. “Maybe she should just start sending over dirt in pretty compacts so she feels like they at least enjoy her presents.”
Another contraction hits me hard and fast. I know something isn’t right. I feel the baby turn and I’m suddenly in excruciating pain. I scream out and Saint stands over me in a panic. “Oh, God, Michael, get the doctor, something's wrong. I feel wetness between my legs, and I don’t know if my water has broken or if it’s something worse.
I don’t remember much other than the pain. The next thing I know the doctor is in the room and barking at the nurses. More nurses pile in and then I see Carter. I fade in and out as I see Carter holding Saint back. Why is Saint crying? What’s happening?
Then I’m out.
“If you don’t wake up and put your boob in this this baby’s mouth, I’m going to do it myself.”
I wake up feeling foggy and I see Lays beside my hospital bed, holding a newborn baby wrapped in blue.
“Layla?” I say groggily, and look around for Saint.
“He just went down the hall to get me some water. Chillax, girl. I had Carter wheel me in so I could hold your baby. Carter has the twins back in my room across the hall. He’s adorable, by the way. Who would have thought our kids would share a birthday? Thank God for emergency c-sections, am I right?”
“A boy?” I ask, and push the button on the bed to sit up.
Layla leans over and places my son in my arms. Just as the tears of joy start to fall, Saint walks in the door. He hands Layla her water and comes to my side.
“I already called and had them schedule my vasectomy. No way can I go through that shit again, Mama.” he says, and kisses me all over my face.
When he pulls back he looks down at our baby boy and then back at me, with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen on his face. He was right and he knows it, but damn him if I’ll ever give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
“We didn’t have a boy’s name picked out.” I say, while touching our son’s sweet face.
“I’ve always liked Anth
“Perfect.”
I lean up and kiss my husband, my love, my world. Now I’ve got two saints to watch over me.
Epilogue
Saint
About eight years later…
“You gonna go over and take care of that situation or not?”
“Chill, Carter. Just watch.”
Carter and I have all the kids on our own today. We decided to take them to the park and just let them run wild while our wives have the day to themselves.
Our eldest daughter, Erin, had been playing on the swings for a few minutes before another kid tried to push her off. I want to see how this situation plays out before I step in. If I know my girl the way I think I do, this won’t take long.
I see the kid go over three times and try to push her off the swing. Each time, Erin stops and calmly asks him to wait his turn. The fourth time the kid tries to knock her off, I see the switch flip. My mini-mama comes to life. Erin stops the swing, gets off, and walks up to the kid.
“Oh, shit,” I say, and then it happens. Erin pulls back and lays a punch right on the kid’s mouth. He didn’t even see it coming.
“Looks like you get to go have a kid-parent conference,” Carter says, motioning to the crying kid as he runs to his mom.
I sigh and shake my head. “Not the first time and I have a suspicious feeling it won’t be the last.”
Some time later...
“Mama, if you don’t get your pretty ass in this house and change out of that skirt, I am going to lose my shit.”
“Language!”
“Let the neighbors hear it. I don’t give a fuck.”
“Jesus, Saint! Today is my fortieth birthday. Let it go.”
“I don’t care if it is your birthday. You don’t get to show that much skin.”
Jeanette slowly walks over and pats me on the side of my face. She gives me the look she gives the kids when they’re being ridiculous. I don’t like this look one fucking bit.
“The kids are with Lays and Carter for the night. Don’t ruin my fun.” With that statement, she turns around and struts her micro-skirt out to the truck and opens the driver door. She looks at me over her shoulder, and with a long, exaggerated wink, slowly gets in the truck, revealing she isn’t wearing any panties.
My jaw drops but she doesn’t miss a beat. She cranks up the truck and puts it in reverse, pulling out of the driveway before I even have a split second to react.
“Motherfucker. She did not just leave.”
She did.
I look around like I can’t believe what I’m seeing. After a second I snap out of my shock and go into the house, grab the keys to my motorcycle, and run out the door. Oh, she’s just begging for it tonight.
THE END
Fall Into Place
Mary and Anthony / Samuel and Nika
Story 1: Mary & Anthony
Mary has belonged to Anthony since the day she was born. They’ve known each other their whole lives, but he won’t touch her until she says, ‘I Do.’
Their parents' story should have been a cautionary tale, but when Mary finally agrees to Anthony’s proposal, they run away to Vegas to tie the knot.
But what do they do when things don’t go according to plan and they find themselves caught between a Russian sniper and his runaway daughter?
Easy! Lock themselves in a hotel room and pop some cherries!
Story 2: Samuel & Nika
Samuel’s twin sister, Mary, is off to Vegas to marry his best friend, Anthony. Samuel’s heading to Sin City with them to give her away, but trouble in the form of a sneaky brunette stops him dead in his tracks.
Nika’s on the run, and she’s found herself backed into a corner. But she’s been trained on how to defend herself, especially against a big beast like Samuel.
From the first look, he was finished and had no intention of ever letting her go.
You begged for the story of Mary and Anthony, and here it is! The final chapter in the Taking the Fall series closes with two short stories on the children of Carter, Layla, Saint, and Jeanette.
Warning: These stories are just as fierce, just as strong, and just as steamy as the rest of the series. These novellas can be read as standalones but will be enjoyed even more after reading the Taking the Fall series.
Anthony and Mary
Chapter One
Mary
“Please, Tony, I’ve been patient. I can’t wait anymore,” I beg, trying to pull him closer to me, wanting his warmth against mine. How can we live together and not have sex? He’s going to drive me insane at this rate. He’s got the iron will of a monk. We’ve done everything physical, but Tony has yet to take me fully, no matter how hard I try or beg.
“I told you, princess. When you agree to be my wife I’ll give you the real thing.” He repeats the same line to me I’ve heard thousands of times now. A normal girl’s ego would’ve been crushed by now with all the things I’ve been doing to get him to finally sink deep inside me. If it wasn’t for the fact the he dotes on me every second of every day and has a jealous streak a mile wide I might have become self-conscious by now.
He's slides against my folds, teasing me, and I know what he’s doing. This is what we do every time we have more than thirty seconds alone. He pulls his cock out, and I pull my panties to the side and we mimic fucking. He won’t take my virginity, our virginities, until I agree to be his wife. Damn, if he isn’t tempting my control to crack.
“Tony, it’s my birthday, please,” I whine, but he just shoots me a smirk.
“You forget it’s my birthday, too, princess.” We both turned twenty-one today. I smile back at him, and he keeps sliding against me. I want to cum so bad, and I’m so freaking close, but I know he’s going to win this one. He won’t give in. I can see it in his eyes; he’s sick of waiting and so am I. I’ve been Tony’s since the day I entered this world, and he wants everyone to know it. I don’t blame him because I want everyone to know he’s mine, too.
“I told you I would three years ago!” I huff out, giving him a pout that normally works. But he seems to be holding strong.
“But you wouldn’t let me tell your dad, so it didn’t count. I want you to agree to be my wife, wear my ring, and tell the world. I’m not keeping it secret. I’m not ashamed of you or of us, or afraid of what your parents will think.”
I moan, and I try to grind down harder on him. “I’m not ashamed, I just don’t want my dad thinking we have sex. Can you imagine!?” I throw back at him. I’m my father’s only daughter, and I know he’s going to lose his shit when he finds out how deep Tony and I are really into each other. He lost it when he found out we were going off to the same college together in Denver. Even talked my twin brother, Samuel, into going, too, so he has “eyes” on me. If only he knew Samuel was Team Mary and Anthony.
Hell, Anthony and Samuel are best friends. They own a bail bonds business together. Anthony uses his hacking skills to find them, and Samuel uses his giant muscles to bring them in—traits they inherited from their respective fathers.
He stops his movements and looks down at me with his big blue eyes, which I know he got from his mama, Jeanette.
“Do you love me, princess?” He’s going in for the kill. We’ve been inseparable since we both could walk, our mothers having been best friends.
“You know I do.” I can feel the blush break across my cheeks, warming them.
He leans down, sucking my nipple hard and letting it out with a pop. It makes me moan again, and I try to work my wet pussy against him, but he grabs my hips to stop my movements. I let out a sound of frustration, and look up into his eyes.
“You’re going to be my wife, Mary.” He says it with utter certainty in his eyes, and I melt as he looks into mine. I run my finger down his face, feeling the roughness of his day-old shave. Slowly, I nod at him, whispering my, “Yes.”
“Tomorrow, you’re going to put on my ring, and we’re going to tell your parents, aren’t we?”
I slowly nod again, and when he doesn't answer me I whisper, “Yes,” again. I’ll wear his ring, I’m just not sure about telling them yet. Maybe it’s something we should do in person with the whole family there. Thanksgiving is close, and I think if Tony’s family is there they can help get my dad under control. We spend every holiday together, his family and mine. We are our own little makeshift family.
“Good. It’s about goddamn time,” he says before attacking my mouth with his, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he controls the kiss.
“I’m going to make you so fucking happy, princess.”
“You already do.” I pull him back to me, kissing him again. I don’t know how we got so lucky. To have your soulmate with you from the day you entered this world has to be one of the rarest things. I don’t want anything to ruin this. Our families are so loud and sometimes controlling. There’s a lot of us, with my parents, Carter and Cherry, having four kids and his, parents Jeanette and Saint, having three. Sometimes things just get out of hand, or blown way out of portion, which I’m scared is what will happen.
My dad will lose his shit, Mom will cry both tears of joy and sadness, Tony’s mom, Jeanette, will want to throw a party, and Saint will just lean back and go with it all. I can already see Jeanette and my mom fighting over wedding stuff, and I’ll never get a word in edgewise. This is going to be a mess when it really should be a joyous occasion. We may have always said we were a family, but this marriage would make it true. Our babies would come from both parts of our families and bind us all in blood.
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