The Hound: The Billionaire Brothers Book 2
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“That reminds me, you still haven’t confirmed as my ‘plus one.’”
I shifted, straddling my boyfriend. His hands went my hips and a smile stretched over his face. He could have been smiling at me, or at the “Self-Rescuing Princess” t-shirt I was wearing with my panties to bed. Either way, I loved making him smile.
I tried to look hard to get. “I’m not fucking you in the coat room. I told you that.”
“Well, shit.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, curving around from the bottom of my shoulder blades to the swell of my ass. “There are no other bridesmaids. What am I supposed to do now?”
“Besides,” I said, squirming on top of him, “Stella agreed to be my date.”
“Stella is the flower girl. She has to be there, anyhow.”
“So do you!” I pushed down on the hard muscles of his chest.
“So we’ll go as a family.”
I froze. “What?”
“You. Me. Stella. All dressed up, with someplace to go.”
“Oh.”
His eyes narrowed. “No?”
Yes. Yes!
I bit my lip. “I, uh, just didn’t think that was the kind of threesome you were into.”
“Ewwwww!” His face twisted as his fingers tickled up my sides. I giggled, relaxing in relief that he didn’t take my joke the wrong way. That little episode with Evie—both of ours—had been forgiven and forgotten. We’d moved on.
He made a horrified, retching sound. Tickled me again.
“Okay, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” I swayed on top of him, breathless with giggles. Laughter was an amazing antidote to just about anything in life. I’d learned that once I’d stopped crying.
“Ugh!” he spat out, but his eyes creased at the sides with a mischievous grin. “That’s our daughter you’re talking about!”
Our daughter? I lost my balance in surprise, my forearms falling to his chest. It was a slip of the tongue; that was all. Our bodies moved together as we breathed, ebbing up and down like a boat on a lake.
“We’ll go as a family,” he repeated. His expression was serious, and there was a glint in his eye that looked like challenge. Or pride. Or both.
I shrugged. “Weird family. The billionaire, single dad, toy store tycoon—“
“Not single anymore,” he interrupted. “Okay, the billionaire—” He paused to roll his eyes. “—toy tycoon and the ball-busting ninja waitress. And their trusty sidekick.”
“Not a waitress anymore,” I amended, wrinkling my nose at him. “And you know we can’t trust our sidekick.”
We were working on keeping Stella out of our bed. She had a tendency to turn sideways as she slept, like a human clock face, her legs flailing all night long. Recently she’d wanted to snuggle between us, and we moved her back to her bed after she fell asleep—mostly.
The times that we didn’t were an exercise in fatigue management the next day.
“It sounds like a comic book,” I said.
He nodded. When I went to push myself up, he pulled me back down. Stared at me. “I love you, Annie. You know that, right?”
He’d never said the words before—not out loud, not on purpose.
“I love you. I—” I stopped.
I felt like I should say more.
There was so much more in my heart and soul, but there weren’t words for it all. I’d need a dictionary, a thesaurus, and many, many years to express it all. I sighed, meeting his foolish, abashed grin with one of my own.
Leaning forward, I kissed him. Softly, then harder. Open mouth, touching my tongue to his. Tasting him. Inviting him into me.
His hips tilted, pressing his growing arousal into me. I wriggled in response, making him moan. This was my new favorite position when fooling around, and he had no complaints.
I rocked against him, my core dampening. Softening. Tingling. Needing him. Reflexively, his fingers tightened over my hips and pulled me down to grind into him. The expression on his face flattened out in apology; his hands fell to the bed.
We hadn’t had sex—like, sex sex—since… since, but only because he didn’t want to push me.
I decided to push him.
I circled my hips, pushing down on him.
“Annie…”
“Jake…” I mocked his serious tone. “You don’t like it when I beg, remember?”
He didn’t make me beg—or wait. With swift fingers, he pulled away all the barriers between us, and sunk into me with a groan.
“Oh my god, yes!” My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of pure completion. I couldn’t keep them closed though; I needed to look at him. Needed to be connected to him in every way I could.
His jaw flexed as we began moving together. “Fuck, Annie. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. Missed this,” I panted. He drove up into me, filling all the nooks and crannies of loneliness left inside me. This was going to be a short-lived coming-together, but we had time.
Lots of time.
Our hands wove together on his chest, curling into shared fists as we pulled each other up to the top of our climax. It was clichéd to shout our love for each other as we came, but that didn’t make it any less true.
The scary part was over.
This was the blissful part.
This was the after.
THE END
The Fox
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Acknowledgments
My love and gratitude go out to the people who keep me sane through administrative SNAFUs and mangled schedules—specifically: Angela Evans, Vivian Tabonda, and Crystal Kook.
Hugs and thanks to my friends at Indie RomCon, especially Laurie Garrison, Jasmyn Novachek, Julia Sykes, LK Shaw, Amy Kessler, Holly Roberts, Sandra Sanders Knapp, Linda Cameron Brashears, Maggie Adams, Ava Harper Kent, Pam James, and all the other wonderful ladies who make that weekend in October a highlight of my year. Last year, y’all sat through my reading of the first chapter of this book, and gave me the confidence that it might not totally suck. So, thanks for that.
Thanks for sticking with me, everyone! A new book starts tomorrow!
About the Author
Nikky Kaye likes to read and write feverish, fearless books for your funny boner. A former college professor, she has worked with movie stars and the United Nations, but is happiest working in comfy clothes.
She has seven year-old twin boys, loves living where there are four distinct seasons but loathes getting out of bed, has a terrible addiction to diet cola, and hates talking about herself in the third person.
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