by Zoey Parker
He gave me several seconds, but when I said nothing more, he prompted, “What is it, Ellie?”
Whereas when I had first entered, his eyes had been warm, surprised, welcoming. But now, he looked guarded, colder. Crap, I was screwing this up already.
“I made a huge mistake.”
“Yeah, you made that clear several weeks ago.” He was turning his attention back to the stuff on his desk.
“No, you don’t understand…Jack, I really fucked up. I didn’t know…I… Would you just please stop that and look at me?” I was starting to panic. I needed his eyes. I needed him to be open to hearing what I had to say.
He gave it to me immediately. “You want my attention? You got it for two minutes. Then, I got work to do.”
Okay, that was a little harsh, but fair.
“The thing is, Jack…I was so scared. I was so scared, and the whole thing went back to the fact that I was thinking about you when Brian came in and took Peter.
And I thought that I couldn’t do that, couldn’t allow for anybody else to distract me…”
“Yeah, Ellie, you told me all that. I got it. No need to tell me again.”
“No, you’re not…Just listen, please, for a minute. The thing is, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about how I miss you. About your eyes. About your mouth. About your body. About your wit. About how you laugh at me in the mornings. About how you love Petey. About how you care for everyone in your circle, like it’s a mission. About how you fit inside of me. About…”
Somewhere in the middle of all that rambling, Jack had stood up and zipped over to me at the door. Before I could go on, he had his mouth on mine, his hands at my ass, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him with better-alignment for easier kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, and allowed our tongues and lips to reacquaint in sexy slides, rubs, and nips. I could not get enough, and the feeling was apparently mutual. Thank God.
“I need you now,” he growled against me, and rocked his pelvis up into my own. We had too many clothes on.
“Yes, now.” It was about all I could manage.
“Fuuck.” Holding me up by my ass, he swung us around and cleared off the greater part of his desk with a single swipe of an arm. Once I had my butt planted on it, I turned my attention to undoing his belt buckle and fly. He got my dress off me, unsnapped my bra and sent it flying, and had my panties down to my knees already as I worked his pants and boxers down his thighs. He took over from there, and I pulled his tee shirt up and off while he kicked off the jeans. We were both naked in record time.
“Look at you,” he whispered. Damn, but he made me feel beautiful.
“I’d rather you touch me,” I invited.
He smirked at me, but easily gave in to my request, lightly passing two fingers through the soft, wet folds of my pussy and encircling my clit. Oh, lord.
“You just want me for my body.”
He was joking, but there was something vulnerable in the statement, too. I was struggling not to get lost in sensation, but this was important. I took hold of his wrist, and held it off of me for a moment so I could gather the right words.
“Your body is divine. And of course, I love it. But that is not what this is about, Jack. You need to know that. I want you in my life. Not just as Peter’s daddy-uncle. Not just as a brother-in-law type of thing. Not just as a sometimes-lover. I want you as mine.”
Whoa. Okay, I said it. It was a vulnerable admission for me, too—I had no idea if he was even open to the concept of belonging to one woman, of having a true partner. We’d been play-acting through the wedding, but we’d never really discussed our thoughts about marriage and partnership. He might laugh in my face.
“You mean…what are you saying, Ellie? Spell it out for me.”
“I mean that I’m freaking in love with you, Jack! I want to be your real wife! I want to be your old lady for real. Do you get it now? Jeez!”
He had started laughing somewhere in the middle of that little speech, and when I realized it, I burned with humiliation.
Immediately, I was up and hunting for my panties, blushing like mad. All I wanted to do was get out of there alive. If I killed him in the process—well, accidents happened, right?
“Hold on—wait—stop it, Ellie. Shhht—Woman, stop.” He suddenly went all deep-voiced dom. Typical.
And he had me in a lock-hold from behind, with both my arms behind me held in one of his arms, his other arm wrapped around my front. I was almost in tears, but I was angry and confused and—
“Baby, are you telling me you wanna be in this with me, and you want me to be in this with you, for real, forever? For good? Did I hear you right?”
I said I was all-in, right? Walk the walk.
“Yeah, that’s what I was saying, before you started laughing at me. Now, I’m not so sure.”
He laughed again, and bit my neck for a second, giving me a tight squeeze at the same time.
“I thought you were marching in here to tell me you were leaving, that you had found somewhere else to go, and that you were getting as far away from me as you could, for good.”
“Why would you think that?” I struggled to turn around, to see his face. “No, seriously, why would you think that, Jack? I would never do that. Don’t you know that?”
“I don’t know. I just thought—it doesn’t matter. You’re serious?”
He was searching my eyes. And there I saw that vulnerability again. I melted.
“Yeah, Jack. I’m serious.”
“Thank fucking Christ.”
“Jack!” I swatted his arm.
“Jeez—sorry—baby, you gotta know, I’m all-in with you. With you, with Peter, with this marriage, everything. I’m all-in.”
My chest suddenly felt all bright and bubbly, and I grinned from ear to ear, then did my best to kiss his lights out. Once again he lifted me up, this time carrying me back to the door, and said, “I’m not letting go of you this time.”
“Please don’t.”
“Okay with you if we do this without protection? I’m clean. You on the pill or something?”
“Yeah, I am, actually. I’m clean, too. I don’t want us to use anything.”
He growl-grunted, hefted me up a bit more, and dove in for more kissing. One of his hands snuck under me to spread my juices around, playing with me, making sure I was ready for him.
Oh, I was ready. I was more than ready. And as soon as he realized it, he said, “Baby, I can’t wait…”
I reached down for him and guided his hard length into me, and we watched together as our bodies bonded. It was sexy and beautiful and right.
Our eyes met again, and we smiled and breathed in each other’s air, and began to move together against the door.
Our movements got stronger, louder, more desperate and fierce, as we met and retracted, pumping and grinding, over and over again.
He gave me his fingers again when he saw I was getting close, and I cried out as the world of sensation exploded around me.
He pumped into me a few more times, and muffled his sounds against my neck as he came.
And after, we melted into one another against the door for several long moments, our breaths heaving and our bodies slick with sweat.
When we finally came back to the world, we started laughing into each other’s eyes.
I really didn’t care if anyone out there was listening; this was all about me and Jack. We were finally a real thing. Our merging bodies were just the physical element of a much grander reality. It was fucking perfect—literally and figuratively.
“God, people are going to hate us.”
“Why?” He looked at me quizzically.
“Because we already use the same freaking phrases. ‘All-in’ was my motivational motto today, getting ready to come see you.”
“Yeah? All-in? It’s ’cause you picked it up from me, baby. Must have.”
“Your ego is ginormous.”
“I got
something else that’s ginormous for you, baby, and it likes to play the all-in game, too.”
“Oh, that’s horrible, Jack. Shut up and kiss me.”
And he did.
Epilogue
Jack
“Daaaaddy!”
“Dude, I’m right here. Volume check, yeah?”
“Um, yeah. Did you see? Did you see me? Wanna see me again?”
“Yeah, buddy, I saw you. Let’s see if you can do it even better this time. Go big, or go home!”
“Jack!”
I turned to my wife, who had narrowed her eyes at me and was shaking her head.
“Hey, he’s into it. Let’s see what he’s got.” I tipped my beer up and winked at her.
“Okay, are you watching? Mommy? Daddy! Here I go!” And the kid took a short running start off the shorter diving board and cannonballed into the water, causing a huge splash that circled around past the edges of the pool. Good thing I had dug it deep.
When Pete emerged, he was wearing a huge smile that ate up at least half his face.
“That was excellent. Nine point six.”
“Momma?”
“Almost perfect. Nine point seven.”
“What wasn’t perfect?”
“I think your eyelashes are too long. They caught the water at a bad angle,” said Ellie with a wink.
He laughed and leaped on top of her, causing her to tip somewhat precariously in her deck chair.
I got up immediately and lifted him off her by his still-small ribcage, hefting him over my head. He was four already, but I could still take him. When he let me. Usually, he was running circles around us. Total ball of energy, this one.
We were lucky. Peter had had the last of his surgeries over a year earlier, and was now considered by all to be a completely healthy kid, with nothing more to worry about on the horizon. So his high energy levels were nothing but joy to us, even if we did have to rein him in sometimes.
“Whoa, dude, easy. No jumping on Mommy, remember? We gotta be a little careful now.”
“Oops, sorry, Momma. Sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”
Ellie grinned up at us and patted her baby bump. “It’s okay, honey. No harm, no foul.”
I put on my mean voice. “El, don’t let him off the hook so easy. This kid needs to learn some respect.” I dropped him into an airplane hold, under the arms at my side. He immediately assumed the proper Superman flight pose, and I asked him, “What are you gonna do, next time you feel like jumping on your mother?”
“I’m gonna jump on you instead!”
“That’s acceptable.” Then I gave him the one-two-three swings before releasing him into a thrown-dive. Kid took to it like a fish.
Ellie got up, stretched her arms over her head, and said, “I’m going in, dig up something for dinner. You want anything special?”
I walked over to her, swept her up in my arms, and planted a long one on her luscious lips. She gave me some tongue play, too. “I got my special. Whatever you want.”
She smiled at me, looking at my mouth, and whispered, “Later. I’ll have what I want later.”
“Yeah, you will.”
I was the luckiest bastard alive. And I knew it.
THE END
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HIS POSSESSION: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Vicious Thrills MC)
BOTH SHE AND HER UNBORN BABY ARE NOW IN MY POSSESSION.
This wasn’t the place for a girl like her.
Pregnant and desperate – I’d seen it before.
I should’ve turned her away – but I couldn’t say no to a body like that.
My kindness comes with a price, though. And if she wants my protection, she’d better be ready to pay.
I don’t care that she’s pregnant, that she’s desperate, that she’s poor.
If I had a nickel for every time I’d heard that story, I’d be off screwing blond bimbos in the Bahamas, not running a strip club in the seedy part of town.
But instead, I’m here.
I needed new dancers, and in walks Lucy, with a sob story to make a man cry…
And a body to make a man hard.
I should’ve done what I always do in this kind of situation:
Shut the door in her face.
But this one was different.
Something special happened when she touched that pole.
The lights on her skin, the sway of her hips…
I wanted to take her right then and there.
But I’m a man of self-control.
And besides…the anticipation is the best part.
As the seconds passed, my desire swelled.
I knew I couldn’t let this one go.
She wasn’t like the others.
She was mine and mine alone.
And I was going to own her…
Whether or not she liked it.
HIS PLAYTHING: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Voodoo Devils MC)
I USED HER AS MY TOY UNTIL SHE WAS TOO BROKEN TO FIX.
My little plaything does one thing only: whatever the f*ck I tell her to do.
I want her naked? Done. I want her moaning? Done.
I want her filled with my baby?
I just say the word, and she’ll be bent, wet, and ready.
Rules never meant much to me.
I take what I want, and dare other men to stop me.
And when it’s a woman I desire…
Well, they know better than to try resisting a man like me.
I’m too much to stop.
Too powerful to defy.
Too rugged and tattooed to ignore.
When an old friend calls with a plea for help, I decide to lend my aid.
Men to kill, money to steal, and a hot mafia princess to f*ck senseless?
It was an easy sell.
But this “simple fix” turns out to be a goddamn mess.
Before I know it, I’m up to my balls in drugs, betrayal, and a sea of dead bodies.
There’s only one thing keeping me going:
I’m not leaving until I’ve got the princess on her knees.
She’s too untouched, too virginal for me to let her go.
There’s a beast in me that needs to lay its claim on her…
And in her.
I’m gonna kill all the men around her.
Then I’m gonna sling her over my shoulder and teach her how to properly obey a man.
It won’t be easy.
It won’t be pretty.
But one way or another, I’m gonna turn her into my newest toy.
HIS PROPERTY: Iron Bandits MC (A Bad Boy Baby Romance)
I f*cked her like she’s my property – because she is.
She showed up on my doorstep, desperate and alone.
My dead brother’s girl – with their baby in her arms.
I’ll take them in…under one condition.
As long as they’re here, I’m gonna f*ck her from dusk ‘til dawn.
I’m not a babysitter, not a saint.
Hell, I’m not even a nice guy.
I’m a motherf*cking biker.
I fight hard and f*ck harder.
I ride fast and drink faster.
I don’t ask forgiveness or permission – I just take what I want and crush anyone who tries to stop me.
But Ellie is an obstacle of a whole ‘nother type.
I didn’t ask to be the guardian of my dead brother’s family…
And yet, here they are.
But it’s more than just a babysitting gig.
She needs something from me.
A fake marriage.
Well, shit.
I’ll do what I have to do – for my brother’s sake.
But if Ellie’s gonna be my wife, she better be prepared to perform all her wifely duties.
This wedding may be fake, but her moans sure as hell won’t be.
Bend over, sweetheart.
