I heard a ruffling in the bushes and jerk my head back from Alex’s. His eyes open immediately, and I see the protective nature come out in him. How could I think that this man wouldn’t want his child? When he was this protective over me, he would have protected his son with the last breath in his body. He would take a bullet for him. Die for him.
I look to my right to see Triple-A standing there, tears in his eyes. That chokes me up even more. I can stand a lot of things, but when my baby is hurting, it messes me up. I see him rub his eyes and then run his fingers through his raven-colored locks. I notice Alex staring at me from the corner of my eyes and I glance back at him. He leans away from me to glance at Triple-A, looking at him with new eyes, and then back to me. I nod my head.
He takes off at a run from me, and I see Triple-A break. I hear him openly sob, and I put a hand over my mouth to try and quiet the sound escaping my lips. I see Alex envelope Triple-A in his arms, his shoulder shaking from crying.
“If I had known, I would have been there,” I hear Alex coo at Triple-A, and hear my son hiccup on a sob, and grab hold of his father for the first time with all his might.
“All these years I just thought you didn’t want me,” I hear my baby boy whisper.
I cry harder than I ever have before. I didn’t know that Triple-A ever felt like that. I stand there with my breaths coming in tight pants from crying so much. I can barely see Triple-A’s head over Alex’s shoulders.
“If I had known, bud, I would have been there for you and your mom.” I hear him whisper to my son—no, to our son. “Now that I do know about you, I’m never going anywhere again. You're stuck with me for the rest of your life. That is, if you want me.”
I see Triple-A’s head nod furiously. “I do. I want you to be a part of my life. I want to get to know my dad.”
“Dad,” I hear Alex test his new name. “I like the sound of that… Son.”
Epilogue
Alex
Sin is standing at the kitchen counter when Triple-A and I come into the kitchen laughing from our horseplay. A broad smile tugs at her lips when she spots us. She doesn’t think that I can see her and the contented look she wears on her face. She was always so busy, straight faced, and nothing but a hard-ass when I came along. I’m glad to be the one to put that smile on her face as well as my son’s face.
It’s still a shock to me even after these months. I went from being alone in life to having a family—a woman who loves me and a son who is so much like me. Triple-A hits me one last time before he makes his way up the stairs to his room. I scoot up behind Sin and lift the hair from her neck, pressing a chaste kiss to her shoulder.
“Have I told you how much you mean to me?” I seduce, pressing my lower half against her even more.
She giggles. “Only about ten thousand times a day, but feel free to tell me some more.”
I groan against her shoulder and kiss her from there all the way up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “How about I show you?”
I nibble on the shell of her ear and smile from the small tremor that goes through her body. “Triple-A is here, honey.”
“Do you have any idea how turned on that pet name gets me?” I growl against her ear, brushing my erection against her ass.
It doesn’t matter what she does. Sin can always get me from flaccid to rock hard in seconds. I thought that finding out I had a son by the woman I fucked when I was eighteen would break me, but it didn’t. If anything, it made me even more protective than I already was. I can’t go anywhere without her and barely let my son go to school during the day. I want as much time with them as possible. Call it selfish, but I was a selfish bastard to begin with, so it suited me perfectly.
I put my hands around her, take the knife out of her hands, and then hug her to me. “Do I have to beg you?”
She whimpers, melting into my chest. “Mmm, you know I love it when you do that.”
I chuckle. “Why do you think I do it all the time? It’s not because you hate it,” I whisper before adding, “little girl.”
I know my little pet name for her gets her wet every time. It didn’t matter if we were in the house by ourselves or if Triple-A was within hearing distance. When I said ‘little girl,’ she knew that I meant business—that I was going to take what was mine, and she would just have to come along and enjoy the multiple orgasms that I was going to give her.
I thought that having people live with me wouldn’t work well. But traveling to her house—my old one—when I got off work every day had been too hard on me. There were times when I didn’t get off work until close to midnight. Going to visit her and our son before going home was giving me about three hours of sleep a night—if that. It had been taking a toll on me, and I just couldn’t do it anymore. So we tried out having her and Triple-A living with me for a few weeks. When it had come time for them to go back home, I didn’t want them to leave.
And they’ve been with me ever since. Triple-A’s fourteenth birthday had come and gone. I loved being there for that. There was nothing like waking up every morning to see my son look at me with love in his eyes, as he ate breakfast. I took up driving him to school every day on my way to work. It was like we were a real family. However, over the weeks, I found that something was missing.
When Tank and I went out for lunch one day and passed a jewelry story, it clicked. I walked inside with Tank on my heels trying to talk me out of it. There was only one problem with that. No amount of talking or attempting to persuade me otherwise, was going to get me to change my mind. I bought an engagement ring and I’ve never looked back.
Well, I lied. There was one problem—actually asking her to be my wife. I didn’t want to overdo it like some men do. I’m a simple person, and it was going to be a simple proposal. So, before coming home today from work I called her parents. Triple-A knew what was going to happen, and that was why he was upstairs in his room packing a bag. He was going to go to Deacon and Marge’s for the weekend while Sin and I stayed here.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I sizzle, rubbing myself against her.
She nods, but then thinks better of it. “We can’t. Triple-A is here.”
Just then I smile when his voice echoes from the living room. “Pappy is here to get me, Mom and Dad! I’m spending the night with him and Nanny!”
She gives a small squeak before replying. “Okay, baby boy! Have fun!”
I’ve got you now, little girl.
“See ya later, Son!” I yell, and the sound of the front door closing has me smiling that much more. “Now, where were we?”
She moans when I drag my finger across her nipple. “I was just going to the bedroom,” she replies in a raspy voice.
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” I growl, slapping her ass when she starts walking away from me.
She runs down the hall, and I stalk after her—my mind set on one thing only. Sexing with my soon-to-be fiancée.
Hopefully.
I shed my shirt and toss it in the hall and unbutton my pants. Coming to a stop in the doorway to our bedroom, I place both hands on the doorframe and stare at the sight before me—Sin in matching red lacy bra and thong in the middle of the bed. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I lick my lips. She shifts on the bed, and my eyes come to rest on hers. I can see the desire swirling in her steel gray depths.
“Perfect,” I whisper before letting my arms fall from the frame, and I walk the rest of the way into the room.
Putting my fingers under the waistband of my fitted boxers, I smirk when I hear her whimper and see her rub her thighs together. I lower my boxers just enough so my shaft can slip out. I fist myself and watch as she licks her lips when a drop of pre-cum falls from the tip. Kicking my pants and boxers off, I crawl up the bed, and I’m rewarded when her legs part willingly and I settle myself between them.
I brace my hands next to her head, lean down, and press soft kisses all over her chest. I smile when I see her bountiful breasts rising and falling with her heavy bre
athing. Using my tongue, I lick across the lace of her bra—feeling the metal bars in her nipples as I do. She moans, throws her head back, and grips the back of my head.
“Fuck,” she releases on an exhale.
I reach around her, undo her bra, and lean on my elbows as I press her breasts together with my hands. Her bra falls away, and I lick and suck on her nipples until they’re taut, cherry-colored peaks. I feel her fingernails on my back, clawing when I take a nipple between my teeth and barely work my jaw from side to side, lightly putting pressure on her nipple as I do. Her back arches up from the bed. Since I’m lying on top of her, she’s just presses herself closer to me.
I chuckle. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
I let go of her breasts and lean up away from her. She cocks her head to the side. Just hearing her sounds has me almost to the bursting point. This wasn’t going to be slow and sweet, which is what I’ve been trying for. It was going to be just as fast-paced as our first time together. She makes me that crazy for her. I can’t help it. When I’m with her this way, there’s no restraint.
I rip her thong off and she giggles. I look up at her, a knowing smirk tugging at my lips. Positioning myself at her entrance, I press forward, groaning at the feel of her pussy walls gripping me as I sheath myself inside her. A rush of air falls from my parted lips when I push all the way inside. My eyes close as my head falls back. The feel of her gripping me is the best feeling in the world. It’s as if she was especially made for me.
“You’re out of this fucking world,” I groan, pulling out and pushing myself back in.
She whimpers and grabs my arms when my thrusts begin to pick up. Each time I thrust back inside her, I can’t help but lose my breath. Her pussy is so tight, and I lose myself in her that much more.
“I love you,” she whispers, and I open my eyes and look down at her.
Smiling, I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You’ve made me,” I say with a thrust, “the happiest man alive, Sin.”
She whimpers, then gasps, and I know that she’s close to finding her release. I reach down between us and flick my finger against her little bundle of nerves the same time I thrust hard inside her. Her walls clamp down around my cock, and she screams her release, arching her back up from the bed. I close my eyes and let myself fall over the edge with her. I feel my cock expand, and I roar as spurt after spurt of cum shoots inside her hot cavern.
I’m shaking by the time my release is spent. My arms buckle when the weight becomes too much, and I fall against her chest. She wraps her arms around me, and I smile against her chest. I lie there and listen to the fast beat of her heart as she runs her nails slowly up and down my back.
I raise my head from her chest, and she smiles down at me, her eyes full of so much love it takes my breath away. I press a kiss to her lips before I slowly lift up from her. Her grip doesn’t let up at first, and I have to chuckle at that. She slaps at my arm but lets me get up. I lick my way up her chest and press my lips against hers. She tries to deepen the kiss, but I can’t allow that to happen. Right now is the perfect time to ask her. I slip off the bed, and I see her close her eyes and just lie there. I smile as I begin rummaging through my nightstand drawer. When my fingers hit the velvet box, I plead with my heart to slow its pace.
When I turn around I crawl back onto the bed and get between her thighs again. I kiss my way up her stomach, eliciting giggles as I hit her ticklish spots. I smile against her skin, but on the inside I’m freaking the fuck out. What if she says no? What the fuck will I do then? Everything has been perfect up until now. What if this just fucks it all up?
I take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her skin. Closing my eyes to ground myself, I open them and stare in her eyes. She sees something in my eyes, and the smile falls from her face. I know that she is freaking out right now, but I have to school my expression. This has to be perfect.
“Sin, like I said, you’ve made me the happiest man alive. I didn’t know when I met you all those years ago what love really was. But ever since you and Triple-A have moved in with me, I know what it is. I love you.” I swallow and school myself when her eyes start tearing up. “God, I love you both so much.”
“We love you, too, Alex,” she whispers, pulling me down to her. I press my lips against hers and close my eyes.
I open my eyes and lean away from her, to see that her eyes were still closed. “Sin, my love, would you do the honor of becoming my wife and making our family whole?”
Her eyes snap open and tears instantly slide down her cheeks. She puts a hand over her mouth to keep the sound of her sobs at bay. I run my hand down the side of her face, smiling lightly. I’m hoping what I’m seeing are tears of happiness. Please, God, let her say yes. I will die if she doesn’t. There is no way that I can live without them in my life now. Not when I’ve known what it’s like to live and love with them.
“Alex, I love you so much. Of course, I’ll marry you,” she whispers, throwing her arms around my neck.
The complete elation and contentment that falls over me is a feeling that I know will never leave. “I love you so much, Sin.”
I hug her and lean up, with her body still clinging to mine. She tightly wraps her legs around my waist. She has no idea that her words have saved my life. She and Alex were my beginning, middle, and end. I would spend the rest of my life protecting them, loving them, and above all...
I would now know what it was like to live…
The End!
Thank you for reading Beautifully Toxic. I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Others would have cracked under the pressure Alex and Sin were able to overcome. Their strength and drive to become better people are what drive people each day. The next hunk to enter the picture is Traven “Tank” Matthews. As you know, he is Draven Matthews twin and owns Tank’s Fitness. Up next is an excerpt from Identically Toxic, Book Two of The Toxic Love Series.
Excerpt of Identically Toxic
Copyright© 2016 L.M. Roberts
Prologue
Tank
I have no idea who this woman is, but damn, she is smoking. She stands just south of six foot, long toned legs with a set of killer heels strapped to her feet. She looks like a walking wet dream.
I’m sitting in the shadows at the bar, and I can’t stop staring at the woman that’s driving my libido mad. I want to ravage her right there on the dance floor where she’s shaking that ass and grinding against any motherfucker that scoots up behind her.
I usually can’t stand a female that lets any man touch her like that. I would just push the thought of them out of my head and go on to the next woman that wants to try a bit of Tank. However, I can’t fucking push this one from my mind. It’s bullshit, and I know that it’s just the alpha in me calling to get laid. But damn, it couldn’t have come at a worse time. I’m supposed to be meeting Draven here for a few drinks before hitting the hay.
Downing the shot in front of me, I tap the glass against the bar to get the bartender’s attention. He takes one look at me, rolls his eyes, and goes back to talking to the woman in front of him. I growl under my breath. If there’s anything I hate more than trashy women, it’s a bartender who doesn’t do his fucking job. I slap the bar again, only to be snubbed for the second time in as many minutes. Motherfucker.
“Hey, motherfucker!” I yell. “How about you do your job and get some people drinks instead of trying to get your dick wet?!”
I am yet again snubbed by the douche-looking bartender. That’s it. I stand up, my quick action causing the chair I was sitting in to come crashing to the floor. I lay one hand on top of the bar, hop over, and land on the other side with the grace of a panther. The bartender gets offended and starts to say something until he sees my size.
“Yeah, what were you going to say?” I ask sarcastically, holding my hand next to my ear.
When he offered me nothing, I go to the liquor cabinet and get the Jack Daniels down from the shelf behind the bar. Pouring two fing
ers’ worth in a glass, I set it back up before reclaiming my glass and go to jump back over the bar. The bartender is definitely not getting a tip. The only bartender that I like here at Tipsy’s is Noah. He’s the silent type, but he knows how to mix his drinks and keep all of the customers happy.
“Hey, I’ll have a whiskey straight and a slippery nipple for the female here,” I hear from my right.
I immediately stop my return to the other side of the bar when I see the women from the dance floor underneath the arm of an asshole. The reason I know he’s an asshole is because I used to be just like this douche when I was younger. He was a jock type with a polo shirt and distressed jeans. All in all, he looked like he comes from money. I had to stop myself from calling him on his shit.
“Does it look like I know how to make a slippery nipple?” I ask and then add under my breath, “At least, in drink form.”
The woman’s eyes snap toward mine, and I can see recognition shine through. I don’t know this chick from a man in the moon, but here she was looking at me like she could eat me for dinner. Well, hello.
I give her a wink, and she blushes before pressing herself against the bar. “What are you doing here?”
I cock an eyebrow at her and shake my head slowly. “I don’t know who you are, hot stuff, but I can change that really quick. Give me five minutes and I’ll rock your world. You’ll cream on my tongue so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
She blushes and looks down at the floor. “Matthews, you promised it was strictly business between us.”
I eye her up and down, lick my lips slowly, and then bring my eyes back up to hers. “I’ll show you strictly business, hot stuff.”
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