Convict

by Sam Crescent

  He wanted the world to know that she belonged to him.

  Taking her lips, he slid his cock between her slit, bumping her clit as he coated his cock in her cream.

  When he was slick once again, he eased the tip inside her. It had been too long, and he didn’t wait for her to get accustomed to him. Holding onto her hip, he slammed to the hilt, feeling every ripple, every pulse, and relishing her moan.

  “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.”

  “I’m not going to leave you again. Where I go, you’ll go.” It was safe now.

  Pulling out of her tight heat, he slammed inside her, going to the hilt once again. His name was a constant moan as it came from her lips, and he made love to her. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he fucked her hard, the bed hitting the wall with the force of their thrusts.

  “Yes, please, I love you, Ryker.”

  “I love you, Scarlett.”

  He took hold of her hands, keeping her down on the bed as he took their pleasure to the next level.

  She came on his cock, calling his name, and he filled her with his cum, relishing every second. This was what he’d been dreaming about, and he was never going to give this up. Afterward, he collapsed on top of her, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her close. Breathing in her scent, feeling complete.

  “I love you,” he said.

  Scarlett chuckled, wrapping her arms around him, running her fingers up and down his back.

  “I’ve been so lost without you.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for pointing a gun at you, and for scaring you.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “I never want to hurt you.”

  “I wasn’t afraid of you, Ryker. I don’t know what it was, but I was never afraid of you.” She cupped his cheek.

  “You know you’ve got to marry me as fast as we can now that you’re pregnant.”

  She giggled. “That was a quick change of topic.”

  “I don’t want to dwell on the bad stuff forever. You forgive me, so now I want to give you every single reason to keep on loving me.” He didn’t care how sappy he sounded, or lovesick.

  He fucking loved her. It was the memory of her that kept on driving him to get back home to her.

  “Ryker, you have me, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes, more than anything, I’ve never been so happy.”

  ****

  The first snowfall didn’t last very long. The moment they were able to drive to the airport they did. Once they hit Vegas, her father was waiting for her. Scarlett should have expected that, seeing as she called his secretary and asked for her to book their flight. He looked Ryker up and down, and he didn’t look impressed.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked.

  “I called him.” Ryker spoke up, taking her hand, locking their fingers together.

  So it hadn’t been her father’s secretary to spill the truth.

  “Why?”

  “Believe it or not, sweetheart, he wanted your dad’s approval,” her father said. “And he wanted me to give you away, seeing as it is my right to do so.”

  She hadn’t thought about her father, and she glanced up at Ryker, hoping he saw that she didn’t care if he approved or not.

  Her father stepped forward, and he held her shoulders. “I know I’ve not always been there for you, Scarlett. I’ve failed you in a lot of ways, and I’m sorry for that, but I also won’t let you marry someone unless you’re going to be happy to do it. Now, do you want to marry him?”

  “Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate.

  “You know that he’s been in prison, that he’s an ex-convict?”

  “I know all that, and I don’t care. He didn’t do it, and I want to marry him.” She took Ryker’s hand, and placed it on her stomach. “We’re going to be a family. I’m the happiest woman in the world.”

  He didn’t look happy, but Scarlett made him look at her.

  “Dad, I’m happy. I don’t want to be without him. I love him more than anything else in the world. Please, be happy about this.”

  Seconds passed before he finally nodded, then looked at Ryker. “I better never see her upset or sad, you hear me? I want her to be so fucking happy that she can’t even think what sadness is.”

  “You’ve got it, sir.”

  She smiled, knowing her father would love the “sir” touch.

  “Fine. Let’s do this. I’ve already bought you a dress, and everything is set up ready for you.”

  It didn’t take long for her to be whisked away to the church, and there was a woman waiting to help her into her dress.

  Once she was ready, her father was there, and he stared at her. She saw the tears in his eyes, and smiled at him.

  “I’m in love, Dad.”

  “Does he know?”

  “He knows everything, and he still loves me.”

  “There’s no way he couldn’t love you, baby.” He moved toward her and hugged her tightly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the hug before finally pulling away. “Are you going to give me away?”

  “No father should ever have to go through this torture.”

  She giggled. When she stepped into the main aisle, the moment she caught sight of Ryker, there was no turning back. Even with butterflies in her stomach, she kept on moving forward. Each step she took, she knew deep in her heart it would take her closer to happiness.

  Her father gave him one final warning before handing her over.

  Holding Ryker’s hand, standing before the priest, she spoke her vows, listening to Ryker’s and falling even more in love.

  When the time came to kiss the bride, she went into his arms willingly. There was no way she wouldn’t.

  The moment his lips fell on hers, her life felt complete. She had Ryker, she was his wife, and pregnant with his child.

  The prospect of the future filled her with happiness.

  “I love you,” he said.

  And staring into Ryker’s eyes, she didn’t doubt him for a second.

  Epilogue

  Ten years later

  “It’s a snow day!” Laurie said, screaming.

  Scarlett laughed from the kitchen window as her little girl collapsed to the ground and started making snow angels. Their new dog barked like crazy but wriggled in the snow. Ryker, unable to resist the snow, joined their daughter, and it wasn’t long before Rafe and Tristan joined them, too.

  Finishing up their favorite white peppermint chocolate with cream and marshmallows, she carried their drinks outside, being careful to wrap up warm. The temperatures had plummeted, and seeing as it was the last couple of days of school, they’d been told to stay at home, do homework, and they’d see them in the New Year.

  “Chocolate,” all of her kids said, getting to their feet and rushing toward her.

  Seeing the snow clinging to their coats, Scarlett was more than happy she’d put a pot roast in the oven. They were going to freeze otherwise.

  As she placed the hot drinks on the table, the kids crowded around and took their cups. Seeing that Ryker was in the snow, she made her way over to him.

  “Don’t you want a hot chocolate?” she asked.

  He reached up, taking her hand. She gasped, as with a yank he pulled her down so that she lay across him with snow all around them.

  “See, you always were my snow angel, baby,” he said.

  “I’m a very heavy snow angel.”

  “No such thing. Angels are all light as feathers.”

  “I’m a very heavy feather.” She was pregnant with their fourth child, and they had the confirmation a few weeks ago.

  Ryker wrapped his arms around her, and she felt the hard press of his cock. “Do you think that feels like someone who is bothered by your weight? I’ve warned you before, Scarlett, I love your body and your curves. Nothing’s going to change.”

  She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s been ten years,” she said.

  “I know, and I still want you li
ke I’ve not had you twice this morning already. Do you still want me?” he asked.

  “Always.” The love she had for Ryker only got stronger. She didn’t want to give him up for a second, and never intended to. “Still, I’ll ask you in another ten.”

  He laughed. “You can ask me every single day of the week, and guess what, baby, it’s always going to be the same. You’re my woman, and I will love you for the rest of my life.”

  Again, she loved hearing him say this.

  There, with the snow all around them, she claimed his lips, ignoring the kids as they made grossed-out noises.

  “I love you, wife,” he said, breaking the kiss.

  “I love you, husband.”

  “Let’s snowball our kids.”

  She gave him enough cover to grab a snowball, and rather slyly they stood up. On the count of three, the snowball fight began, and Scarlett held her husband’s hand throughout it all. There was no tearing them apart, and when another ten years passed, his answer was the same, as was hers.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  BRED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

  Breeding Season, 1

  Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  “Where’s my fucking coffee?” Tobias Bennett sifted through the files on his desk. He was getting too old for this shit—late nights at the office and staff who couldn’t follow simple instructions. At this point in his life, he’d imagined living on a private island, a mojito in one hand and The Wall Street Journal in the other. But he was still running the family business with no sign of slowing down. He’d been termed a perfectionist, and probably a lot worse, but he strongly believed wealth was the measure of success.

  A couple minutes later, one of the interns set a mug on the corner of his desk. She scurried out of his office, nearly breaking into a jog. Was he that much of an asshole?

  Tobias scrubbed both hands over his face. He knew exactly what had been driving him crazy lately. His parents were riding him hard for an heir, another Bennett to carry on the family empire. The problem—he wasn’t looking for a wife. His bachelor life suited him just fine, and even at forty-five, he wasn’t ready to settle down. He would have told his aging parents to back off, but they had a point, one that kept crowding his thoughts.

  Morgan peered in his office. “Why are you still here?”

  “Work.”

  “Go home. It’s Friday night, for God’s sake.” He’d gone to university with Morgan, and hired him to work on the Bennett Corporation legal team over a decade ago. Morgan was the only man who dared to speak freely with him.

  “I’ve got that big bid on Monday. I need to be prepared,” said Tobias.

  “We’ve already got it covered. Everything’s in order.”

  “It has to be perfect.”

  Morgan exhaled, then shook his head. “Well, I’m heading out.” Then he added, “Don’t push yourself so hard.”

  “See you Monday.” Tobias leaned back in his leather chair and gave his friend a mock salute.

  Once alone again, he pondered Morgan’s words. Yes, he pushed himself. It was life as a Bennett. His parents expected perfection from day one, and he’d always delivered. The company was strong, profitable, and dominating the stock market because he didn’t fuck around. He always put a hundred percent effort into everything he set out to do, and demanded the same from his staff. If one of his employees couldn’t meet the mark, he didn’t think twice about showing them the door. He had no room for weakness.

  After another couple of hours, he packed up his paperwork and flicked off the lights to his corner penthouse office. As he stood in the darkness, the lights of the city sparkled with life beyond the floor to ceiling windows. He grabbed his briefcase and walked over to the window, looking down from one of the highest vantage points. It was one big party below, a city that never slept.

  He’d put the Bennett Corporation on the map, made his father’s business into something multi-national, but what happened next? What would happen when he died? The legacy he’d built would die along with him, all his hard work and sacrifices for nothing. The business might continue with the family name, but without the blood of a Bennett, it would be a soulless enterprise, nothing more than dollars and cents.

  “Mr. Bennett?”

  Tobias snapped out of his reverie, turning to see a silhouette in the doorway of his darkened office. “Yes?”

  “Would you like some company tonight?”

  He narrowed his eyes as he strode to the door. “Aren’t you one of the new analysts we just hired?” Tobias had thousands of employees, so couldn’t remember many names and faces. He only allowed minimal staff on the penthouse floor of his skyscraper. He remembered this woman from the new staff tour yesterday morning, and only because she’d worn a short skirt.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And why are you up here?”

  “I wanted to offer my company.” She ran her finger along the low collar of her blouse. Was she actually trying to seduce him? “I have many skillsets beyond analyzing, and I thought you’d like me to show you some.”

  He scoffed. “You thought wrong, sweetheart. If you’d actually done any digging, you’d know I never mix business with pleasure.”

  “But—”

  “Stay on the fifth floor. I don’t want to see you up here again.”

  She sulked off, clearly not expecting him to reject her. Tobias wasn’t hard up. He had a long list of women he could call for a hook-up. None of them meant a thing to him. They were available for sex, and that’s how he liked it—until now. If he wanted a kid, he had to find a decent woman to be the mother. Unfortunately, most of the women he fucked were gold-diggers, and he didn’t want any baby drama. He just wanted the heir, nothing more.

  He could already envision it, a life similar to his own childhood. His son would be raised by a nanny, go to boarding school, and be trained to be the best at everything. Tobias knew parenting wouldn’t take much effort on his part—he’d rarely seen his own mother and father growing up.

  Tobias took the elevator down to the parking garage, trying to push thoughts of babies and legacies out of his head. This responsibility shouldn’t have fallen on his damn shoulders. He’d been the younger brother—until he turned sixteen. Maximus had been nineteen when he died of a heroin overdose. Of course, his parents made sure the real cause didn’t hit the media, appearances being more important than the truth. Tobias had seen it coming. He’d done nothing. Unlike him, Maximus wanted more, wanted the love and warmth he’d seen in other homes. Their father said he was weak, he couldn’t cut it, and that’s why he killed himself. No one ever mentioned Maximus, like he never existed.

  The elevator dinged, and Tobias stepped out into the secure garage. He dug the keys to his Mercedes out of his pocket, turning off the alarm system. Once behind the wheel, he tossed his briefcase onto the passenger seat and squeezed the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Reflecting on a past that couldn’t be undone was pointless, and like his father taught him, emotions were for pussies. He needed to block that shit out, forget about the brother taken from him too soon. Trying to imagine an alternate reality would only break down his carefully maintained exterior.

  He turned on the radio, hoping the music would drown out the noise in his head. Right now, he wished he could have fucked that blonde bitch over his desk to release the tension, but he refused to get involved with women in the office. Nothing was worth risking the reputation of the family business, certainly not a piece of ass.

  T
obias hit the gas as he drove, the streetlights and bright signage disguising the fact the sun had set hours ago. At least leaving late thinned out the downtown traffic. His condo was only ten minutes from the office in one of the waterfront condos owned by the Bennett Corporation. There wasn’t much they didn’t have their hand in.

  He nodded to the doorman as he walked to the elevator. Normally, he’d go out for a drink on Friday, maybe choose who he wanted to take home with him for the night. Today, he just wanted to crash. He’d pour himself a scotch on the rocks and drown out all the insecurities. Friday meant he could sleep in tomorrow, so he’d drink enough to keep all his nightmares at bay.

  ****

  Adora Garcia had three major assignments due in the next two weeks, so her desk and laptop were going to be her best friends for a while. She’d been studying all morning, empty coffee cups and balls of scrunched up paper hiding her cellphone. When it began to ring, she remembered the promise to pick her mother up from work while her car was in the shop.

  She drove out to the waterfront where her mother worked cleaning Tobias Bennett’s condo three days a week and every Saturday. Adora hated driving in the downtown core, but it was the least she could do for the woman who raised her single-handedly, working her fingers to the bone to provide the basics.

  “Can I help you?”

  Adora had been wandering around the massive lobby of the condo, admiring the modern architecture, use of glass, and difficult angles. The security had apparently had enough of her presence. She was used to being questioned in stores when they assumed she was stealing something. Her absentee father had been a blue-eyed, white businessman who’d used and dumped her mother twenty years ago, leaving her alone and pregnant. Although Adora didn’t have her mother’s skin color, she had many of her Latin American features, including her long dark hair.