Obsession: A Bad Boy's Secret Baby

by Flite, Nora

  Table of Contents

  OBSESSION | A Bad Boy's Secret Baby Romance

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  END | SPECIAL BONUS NOVEL INCLUDED BELOW!

  OUTLAW ROAD | A Bad Boy Romance

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

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  OBSESSION

  A Bad Boy's Secret Baby Romance

  FROM USA TODAY Bestselling Author

  Nora Flite

  &

  Adair Rymer

  Copyright © 2016 Adair Rymer/Nora Flite

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  Obsession: A Bad Boy's Secret Baby is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. They are not to be construed in any way. Resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Danni, Alice Anne Evans(Queen of the Universe) & Ed for finding grammar in my pretty ramblings!

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  Chapter 1

  Malik

  She was electricity on fire.

  That was the only way to describe Kait in her cream-colored dress. Her long, straight, brown hair looked like it was woven from silk. It was perfectly done up in a layered updo that hung softly over her milky exposed shoulders. Her dark hair and light skin gave her elegant form a shock of contrast.

  My eyes were drawn up from her wonderful curves, past her perfect breasts, over the soft shadows that licked her collarbone, to the face I'd seen in my mind and heart every time I laid down.

  Even after all these years Kait Sutherland was still the most stunning woman I'd ever seen.

  She stood beside her brother as the priest went through each part of his reading, first in English, then again in Spanish. Had this been her wedding, I never would've found the strength to show up.

  Laughter reverberated through the ornate arched chambers of the cathedral when Kait's brother, Brendan placed a large joke ring on his wife-to-be's finger. Brendan was always a trickster that wore his heart on his sleeve. It didn't matter that Brendan didn't know his wife's native language, he got a laugh from her family anyways. Humor rarely needed translation.

  Brendan was a great guy. If it wasn't for him I'd never have met his sister. So many memories of the time we spent together flooded back to me. There was nowhere in the world I wanted to be more than up there next to him on the most important day of his life.

  He was my best friend.

  And I used to be his best friend.

  I took another step back. One more step would take me out of the church completely. Just because I wanted to be up there with him, didn't mean he wouldn't punch me in the mouth if he saw me. And after the pain I caused, a punch in the face was the least of what I deserved.

  Brendan quickly placed the real ring on Mariela's finger before he got an elbow to the ribs from his sister. Kait rolled her eyes, as she always did with her brother's antics, but flashed a warm smile regardless.

  Fuck, that pearly, amazing smile...

  It had been forever since I'd last seen her, or heard her voice. Eight years felt like eighty. I was only twenty-five, but seeing her on that altar with those blood-orange flowers in hand, made me feel so much older.

  It was like looking at a life that could've been.

  Should have been.

  How could I have possibly stayed away for so long?

  Family, that's how. My thick eyebrows furrowed beneath the weight of old, black thoughts.

  I wasn't a wedding guy, or even a relationship guy, in general. My flings rarely lasted the week. At any sign of attachment, I'd break it off immediately and move on.

  I was tanned and jacked from serving abroad, and now that I was out of the Marines and my hair was longer, I was a fantasy for every girl that came my way. I was a romance book cover that married women took home with them when their husbands were away.

  And that was fine by me. I never had the head for love anyways, at least not anymore. I enjoyed the meaningless sex for the distraction that it was. I'd rather be someone's favorite mistake than invest myself and get hurt when it all eventually fell apart.

  I hadn't been able to take my eyes off Kait the whole time. It was insane, but allowing myself to care about any of the women I fucked felt like a betrayal. I had enough long, hard cock for everyone, but only enough heart for one woman.

  And that woman hated my guts.

  The priest joined the bride and groom's hands and allowed Brendan to kiss his beautiful wife for the first time. The place exploded with joy around me. The cavernous church seemed to glow and sparkle with life as everyone rose to their feet, clapping and cheering.

  I watched as Brendan dipped Mariela toward the crowd and kissed her again. I was a jaded, cynical, broken mess of a man, but even I was getting choked up at the overwhelming display.

  What did that crazy love feel like?

  Kait was her brother's groomsmaid and stood to his side of the raised platform. The rest of the wedding party waited in the wings a few steps down. It made her look all alone even though she was surrounded by people. The smile lines on her face were warm and genuine, but there was a heaviness there that went overlooked by everyone else.

  Kait's dark eyes might have looked black in the low light, but I knew better. Their rich chestnut hue would forever be burned into my soul. That's how I knew that something was wrong, she had a slight sadness about her. Kait was the opposite of her brother in that regard. Where Brendan wore his emotions plainly for the world to see, Kait hid hers away.

  Had som
eone hurt her? The thought made my eye twitch and my fists clench, anger bubbled inside me. I knew I had no right to be protective of her after how I left so long ago, but that wasn't a feeling I could ever stop. It'd be easier to try to stop breathing.

  I'd spent the last eight years trying to stop caring about Kait Sutherland, and if that had worked I wouldn't be here. I loved Brendan and his wedding wasn't something I wanted to miss, but if I was being honest with myself I'd admit that I wasn't here just for him.

  The happy couple came up for air and the organ started to play. The wedding was over. It was time to leave before I was spotted. This was Brendan and Mariela's day, the last thing I wanted was to make a scene. I knew I shouldn't have come at all, but I just selfishly needed to be a small part of their history.

  I took the step that brought me out of the church, but before I could turn to disappear, I saw the falling flash of blood-orange. Kait's flowers had slipped from her hand, her smile faltered and her stare was that of disbelief.

  As I remembered all the family, the kisses, the joy, the shouting and laughter between us, my childhood love looked directly at me. It was a moment lost to time. A moment that made the chaos in the cathedral stand still.

  It was just her and I.

  I was freer in a lot of ways than I'd ever been; it was why I was finally able to come back to my home town. Despite how much of a terrible idea it was to return, I knew I couldn't stand to be away from Kait one moment longer.

  Even if that did rekindle a war that nearly broke our small town in half.

  Tears rolled down her soft cheeks and spotted her dress. I'd have given everything I had to brush that water from her face, but now wasn't the time.

  I took one last look at the most beautiful woman in the world, smiled, then left.

  From my broken heart to my long hardening cock, Kait was so pretty that it made my whole body ache. Every part of me wanted her; the desire to claim her was crackling in my blood.

  Like electricity on fire.

  Chapter 2

  Kait

  My heart was in my teeth and beating like a war drum. A familiar looking form darkened the open double doors of the church's entrance. Reds and oranges stretched out from either side of him, the dying sun lit his silhouette on fire.

  I refused to believe that it was who I thought it was. The one man I'd tried so desperately to forget, the one I'd hoped for and dreaded.

  The form in the doorway handsomely filled out a black suit that was crisp and well-tailored. His hair was short cropped on the sides, but longer on top and styled forward. He wore light, nicely-groomed facial stubble that gave his already dark features a sense of hardened danger. The man was tall, and broad at the shoulders.

  In short, whoever he was, he was gorgeous.

  Mal was never that big, was he?

  Despite actively trying to convince myself otherwise, my thoughts always rushed back to him. It was infuriating! To this day I don't know what that jerk did to place such a hold over me. Every relationship I'd ever had was a mess, because none of them could ever measure up to the one man who didn't want me.

  You're not him, I told the mirage.

  But it was the things that hadn't changed that threatened to make me a liar. His light brown eyes were the same. His firm jawline and his nose that was always a little too cute for his face; those were the same too.

  I had been holding back tears for the whole stupid, beautiful ceremony. I didn't want to be the sister that fell to pieces when her brother tied the knot. Months of preparation that led to the two people I loved most coming together forever brought me right up to the edge of blubbering uncontrollably. My face was tingly, sinuses suddenly full and my eyes were floating, but I did not cry!

  It was the smile across the room that did it. The slight flash of teeth as the man in the doorway turned to leave that sent a quiver through my lower abdomen. It was the smile of a phantom from my past that made my whole world pause.

  “Holy shit.” The thunderstorm behind my eyes finally broke. Tears rolled down my cheeks in rivers.

  Mal was back.

  “Language!” My great aunt whispered angrily at me from the first row. Brendan and Mariela had started walking back down the aisle together. It took a moment for me to register that I even cursed, let alone that it was out loud.

  Sorry! I mouthed the word back to her. Ugh, sometimes I felt like I had so much practice extracting my foot from my mouth that I should list it as a skill on my resume.

  I blotted my face with the tissues I had tucked away. I'd figured I'd probably cry at some point during the ceremony, but I couldn't have predicted this. When I looked up again, Mal was gone.

  Or rather, a man who looked like Mal was gone.

  It was him, right? I was so sure! Wasn't I? It couldn't have been. My brain went into rapid fire mode to explain the impossible. It wouldn't be the first time I thought I saw him. I mean, it'd been eight years.

  Maybe I just wanted to see him. Especially today.

  Nerves. That was it. It had to be. Either that or I was finally going insane. Both of those would better explain why my first and most painful heartbreak would show up at my brother's wedding unannounced after disappearing for almost a decade.

  I was already exhausted from months of helping Mariela plan the wedding. The last few days were just the worst. Everything that could've gone wrong did. The caterer got into a car accident and had to cancel. Mariela had a massive fight with her sister and a bridesmaid had to miss the wedding altogether. And that was on top of all the other minutia that we had to keep track of.

  The most nerve-racking thing was having to taxi around Mariela's family once they arrived from the airport. I was so worried that my poor little Jetta wouldn't be up to it and I hadn't had the time to get it checked out by my mechanic. It had trouble starting a few times, but we never got stranded anywhere; thank goodness.

  Her family all seemed like wonderful people, easily as sweet as Mariela was, but they spoke as much English as I spoke Spanish. Which, spoiler alert, was one class in high school. Long story short - Mariela's family arrived from Chile, but their luggage didn't.

  Mariela couldn't take any more time off from the hospital so I was on the hook to get them all fitted for suits and dresses. Mariela was so cute about the whole thing, offering to cook for me for the rest of my natural life. I didn't mind, she was like the sister I never had. She was the one that got me the job working with autistic kids at Children's Hope.

  I wonder what Mal would say if he knew what I was doing now?

  “Kait,” came a voice behind me.

  “Huh?” I studied the procession of friends and relatives as they filed out of the building on their way to the reception. Thoughts of Mal lingered in my head, but he was still nowhere to be found.

  “Earth to Kait.” Jeff, my brother's second oldest friend put a hand on my shoulder. I snapped out of it and fully faced him and the other groomsman. They chuckled that it took me so long to get out of my own head. “You ridin' with us, space shot?”

  “Uh, no. No, thank you.” I managed a weak smile while wiping my eyes and chin.

  “You sure, Sis?” Jeff looked concerned.

  Was I that much of a mess? Damn you, Mal...

  “Yeah, I'm good. I just need to make sure my makeup didn't run. I'd feel terrible if I looked like a circus clown in all the pictures.”

  Jeff laughed and squeezed my shoulder in a platonic show of support, then he and the rest of Brendan's cop buddies left as well.

  Most of them were really nice guys and they all looked out for me whenever I was around. It was nice in a lot of ways, but being the sister of a cop was terrible for my dating life. It was like having a small army of overprotective older brothers.

  The clown part was true, I really did need to check my makeup. But I also needed to see if I was going crazy. If Mal was here, I needed to know. I had no idea what would happen after that. Would I be glad to see him or would I just slap him? Either way, after
eight long years of thinking about the jerk that abandoned me I needed to know.

  Chapter 3

  Kait

  I was beginning to think I really had been seeing things. I left through the side door of the cathedral and saw that the parking lot was mostly empty, save for my boxy red Jetta. It looked as lonely as I was.

  What was I expecting? I pictured Mal pulling up in a horse-drawn carriage holding a bouquet of white and purple roses and nearly laughed. Even if he was here, that definitely wasn't his style. The Mal I remember was too tough and manly to ever be that delicate. Granted that was a long time ago now, so much could have changed.

  Either way I got my answer. I was crazy.

  Walking up to my car, I couldn't shake this feeling of disappointment. Seeing Mal felt so right, like life had started to make sense again. But when I got outside it felt like I had woken from a dream and a pit formed in my stomach at the sense of loss. Loss of what could have been.

  I tried the key fob to unlock the doors as I walked up, but that wasn't working. Great... I so needed a new car. I turned the ignition. It seemed to me that the car was only being held together by angry shouts, begging and prayers.

  And not even that was working right now.

  “No, no nonono... Damn it!” I shook the steering wheel as hard as I could, but it barely budged. “Not now, Juan Carlos!” Mariela named my car after the king of Spain back when I first met her. I laid my forehead against the wheel. “This was literally the worst time this could happen. Why hadn't I just ridden with the rest of the wedding party?”

  I would have to call Brendan and have him send someone to pick me up, which would delay the wedding pictures and then, in turn, delay dinner. I felt so stupid. I would hold up the whole reception because I was still hopelessly chasing memories.

  “I can't believe you still have this rust bucket.” The words were so close and warm that they poured into my ears like liquid honey.

  Startled, I turned to look at the man who was just inches away and leaning into my car window. He wore the same smile that I saw in the church. His eyes were rimmed with thick lashes and despite the manly stubble, his snub nose still made him look younger than he was.