Can I just say how much I love the fact that she finds one of Europe’s most eligible bachelors unattractive? My chest swells at her words, and I have to keep myself from beating my chest and marking her right then.
Later. I’ll reward her later for that one, I promise, imagining all the naughty, sweaty things I want to do to her once I get her back. And make no mistake. I’m not leaving here till I have my woman and family back and that’s that.
The only reason Dad let me back in for this whole father-son fishing trip was because I finally cornered him at the golf club and laid it all out for him while running after his golf cart.
Old bastard.
“Yup. That bastard. He and Melissa were looking for a meal ticket after his family cut him off, and apparently, they thought they could fool me into thinking one drunken night had resulted in a baby.”
That gets me a frown, and I see her eyes narrow and squint in displeasure. Ah, my Nic doesn’t like the thought of my dick in another woman?
That’s okay, baby, I think, adjusting my dick not so subtly when it gives a kick, demanding release and a clear shot at our woman. This cock is yours and yours alone.
Her eyes stretch, and she blushes, looking away, but not before I see her lips twitch at my predicament.
“You seem to be having a problem there,” she mutters, flicking a hand at my crotch.
“Nope, my boy’s pretty clear and making his needs known now that he’s in the vicinity of his mate. Don’t mind him though. I got to think without his input for three months, so I’m pretty sure we can at least get through the rest of this conversation without me shoving him in you,” I drawl darkly, laughing at her gasp of outrage.
“Keep that thing away from me if you know what’s good for you, Law. Every time he gets involved, I get in trouble and my heart gets broken again.”
God, babe, don’t look so torn up.
I hate the pain I’ve brought her, but honestly, if I had to do it all over again I think I’d do it exactly this way. See, I’ve learned a few things in the last three months. While I’ll never be the old Law who loved hockey, making love after a night of partying, and praise after a game win, I am still enough of the same guy who never, not for a minute, stopped loving her.
I’ve carried her in my heart and in my wallet for years, as I sought out a life that was never mine to live, and I know now that everything I was searching for has always been here.
Yeah, I am indelibly changed and scarred and battered from years of debauchery, but I’m a man now, and this man wants nothing more than to settle down and spend the next lifetime seeking out adventures with my loved ones.
I no longer feel trapped or itch for the freedom I valued so highly. My place is here, surrounded by my family and my Nic, as I endeavor to build a legacy for the line I intend to leave behind.
And most importantly, I now forgive her and myself for the foolish mistakes we made in our youth. Yeah, I know you’re probably asking what I had to forgive her for since I’m the asshole and you hate me, but I need you to understand, Nic wasn’t all sunshine and roses herself.
That girl I loved was driven to succeed and build her career, and while she was great as a girlfriend most of the time, she was also very cruel and uncaring about my injury and the loss I suffered when I learned I would never play again.
She wasn’t there for me, and I, in turn, lashed out and hurt her for that. I hated us both for a long time, but now I can forgive and let it go because I know that if none of that had happened we wouldn’t be here today.
“Law? Lawson James, are you sitting there thinking about sex while I’m trying to speak to you?” Nic snarls, her eyes going to slits, as I grin and shrug again, not ready to admit that what I think of most are the feelings I have for her.
See, I’ve grown! My dick no longer rules me. Well. Not all the time. I am now capable of more than just lust and self-gratification. Although if she wanted to suck my dick right now, I wouldn’t complain too much.
“A little, but give me a break, Nic, my dick hasn’t seen action in months, so he’s a little rabid at the moment.”
Her eyes narrow some more, and I wonder how she can possibly see me through the slivers when she suddenly starts giggling and doesn’t stop till her eyes are watering and tears are streaming down her face.
I’d laugh right along with her, but I’m not sure I should since she seems to find something amusing about my monster, and I can’t be sure she’s not thinking some very uncomplimentary thoughts about that very important part of me.
“Are you trying to tell me you haven’t had sex in months? What a crock! I bet it gets hard when the wind hits it.”
Well, hey now, I take offense to that shit ,and I let her know it right quick, going so far as to shove off of the sofa and lean over her, my arms planted firmly on the arm rests.
“I haven’t fucked since the last time I had my dick in you.” I grab her hand and shove it against my raging erection.
The contact makes me groan, but I push that away and step back with a glare, letting her know how annoyed I am at her lack of faith in me.
“Melissa all but gave me a fucking hand job in the limo after the wedding but my dick, the dick you seem to be so scathing about, hasn’t been hard for any other woman since the day I fucked you!” I yell, running a hand through my hair.
This conversation is not going the way I planned, and it’s starting to drive me nuts. Why can’t she just hear me and believe in me for once?
“Really?”
I pause in my pacing and look back at her, instantly losing my anger when I see her biting her lip and looking so hopeful it breaks my heart. And okay, so I get a little harder at the thought of her wanting to believe that I’m telling her the truth.
So sue me. My dick hasn’t had any action other than my hand in way too long and he’s a little one-track minded.
“Really, babe. She tried and failed epically. Seems this”—I stalk forward and grab her hand, pressing it to the boner trying to chew its way out of my zipper—“is yours and only yours.”
Her hand moves and I groan, feeling hope bloom when she bites her lip before pulling away and rising to her feet.
“You’ve got a lot to make up for, Law.”
My heart speeds up when she pushes closer and lays a hand on my cheek, her eyes going all soft and liquid when I drop to my knees and grab her to me, my body trembling so hard I’m struggling not to cry like a little bitch.
“You’ll give me another chance?”
Chapter Thirty-seven
Nico
It’s strange, but the minute he grabbed my hand and made me touch him I knew that—no matter what—I love this man and I will never stop. So okay, maybe that’s not as romantic as him groveling and swearing his undying love, but I’m not your regular woman, and I told you before, I love me a good gritty romance that isn’t all hearts and flowers.
And that’s what I’m getting with Law.
We will never be that couple who fawns all over each other and constantly declares their undying love, and I like that about us.
Want to know a secret? I already knew all this shit before he even walked through the door—thanks to Jack and Minnie and their big mouths. I’ve just been sitting here, waiting for the big oaf to finally come to his senses and give me my happy ending.
Which I now have.
Looking down at him, where his face is pressed into my swollen belly, I resist the urge to laugh—and I stroke his hair instead, loving the feel of him worshipping our unborn child and me.
But…no happy ending would be complete without those three little words—and since he hasn’t said them yet, I guess this story ain’t finished.
“Law?”
“Yeah?” he asks distractedly, sprinkling kisses over my stomach while his hand starts travelling up my thigh.
Naughty man.
“Don’t you have something else you think you should say to me?”
He stills and looks up in con
fusion, and I narrow my eyes at him, ready to slap him silly if he so much as moves before I hear what I need to hear.
“Something else?” he asks, looking for all the world as if he doesn’t get my drift.
I slap him upside the head and try to shove away when he grins mischievously and leaps up, taking my face in his hands and kissing me so sweetly I feel tears mist my eyes.
“I love you, Nicolette Sharp. I always have, and chances are that I always will,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “Did you not get that when I said my dick won’t work for anyone but you?”
I should kick him in the balls for that one because now there’s no way I can tell this story to my children. For at least twenty years.
But I’ll take it.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“Er, no?” I tease.
“Nic.”
“Okay fine! I love you too, asshole. Now shut up and kiss me.”
We’re laughing through the meeting of lips, and I almost bust a gut when the door bursts open and our three eavesdroppers come busting through the door all smiles and happy wishes.
“Mom, what’s a cock?” Cody asks later when we’re all sitting together making plans to get married as fast as humanly possible.
I close my eyes, count to ten, and turn to Law with a scowl that is met by his sheepish grin and a shrug.
“Daddy’s going to tell you all about that, baby. He’s the expert,” I finally say, giggling when Law sits up straight and gives me a look that is all fearful doe caught in the headlights.
Before he smirks and lets his gaze travel over my body.
“Yes, I am.”
Epilogue
I love them more every day, something I never thought possible since I thought I already loved my family more than is possible for any one human being.
Looking over at Nic where she’s trying to convince our daughter Ash not to eat salt while the twins toddle around giving Dad a run for his money, I feel my heart expand so big I can hardly contain the emotion.
We have four children now with another one on the way, and instead of feeling harried by all the responsibility, I am looking forward to the day I can plant another baby in my wife.
Yeah, I know how that sounds since that poor girl has already given me four children and is big with the next one, but you have to understand, nothing gives me a rush like knowing I’ve made another baby with her.
The more years we spend together, the more I need her, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. If ever.
Nic is…everything to me, and I live for every moment we have together on this earth. Weird for a guy who wanted nothing more from life than the next party and round of meaningless sex, but I can honestly say that I am no longer that guy.
“Law, could you please talk to your demon spawn?!” Nic yells, practically tossing Ash at me, as the little darling starts screaming and kicking for all she’s worth, her tantrums so frequent that I’m not even fazed anymore.
So I spoil her rotten, so what. She’s daddy’s little angel, and I’ll gut anyone who says differently. With her long dark hair and eyes like her mama, I can’t help but adore the kid, and unfortunately for all involved, the little imp knows it.
“Want it!”
“Yeah kid, but wanting what’s bad for you isn’t all that smart. Here, eat the sugar, at least it won’t burn your tongue off,” I croon, ignoring Nic’s glare when Ash dives into the sugar bowl and starts happily munching on the sweet grains.
“You’re an idiot.”
I smile and plant a hot, wet kiss on her, copping a feel as I go because, yeah, she turns me on even now, being eight months pregnant and so big I see her coming before she turns the corner.
Sexy as fuck.
“I’m a fool for you,” I murmur, kissing her lips again as our child rolls around between us.
Nic just smiles as she always does and gives me the words I now crave the way I crave the next adventure.
“I love you, Lawson James.”
And there it is. That’s our story. We’ll probably have to PG the shit out of the sucker when we tell the kids how Mommy and Daddy fell in love all over again, but I don’t mind.
The X-rated stuff can stay in the bedroom where it belongs.
And speaking of bedrooms…
Nic squeals and starts waddling out of the kitchen as Mom and Rose round up the kids and laugh delightedly. I stalk Nic the whole way up the stairs and into our room.
“Perv.”
“Hussy.”
I’m smiling later, as she cuddles close and throws her belly over my side, her body draped over mine as she snuggles down and falls asleep.
She’s mine, finally, and all it took was for me to break every rule I ever made for myself.
No regrets.
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Chapter 1
“I don’t see how we have any other choice.”
I stand at the windows, staring down at the city. I’d always liked this view. When I was a kid, I imagined I could see the entire world from this vantage point. I knew now that it was only downtown Houston I could see, but it had seemed like the world then. It felt like the world now. This was my world. This was what I understood. This was the family business, and it was supposed to be my dad’s legacy to me. It was supposed to be mine.
But it wasn’t going to be.
“We’ve worked too hard, Daddy.”
“I know,” he said, coming up behind me. “But I don’t see where we have any other choice. Either we sell, or we merge with another company. Or we go down in flames.”
“I don’t want that.”
“Neither do I.”
“I don’t want any of it. Are you sure there’s no other way? What about a loan? We have that new property going up over in Katy. Maybe we could—”
“It’s already been used as collateral. We have nothing left, Addie.”
I nodded slowly, tears coming to my eyes. I blinked quickly, forcing them away.
No tears.
“I know it’s not what you wanted. But this might be a good thing. New blood. Maybe a new owner would have better ideas on how to take this company into the future.”
“I had ideas.”
“And I should have listened to them sooner. I’m sorry for that.”
My dad rubbed my shoulder, trying to make the pain go away. That was his way of dealing with me and my heartbreak. Rub my shoulder. Say things that didn’t really make things better, but made him feel as though he were doing something. He’d never been good at this parenting thing. Maybe if my mother hadn’t died when I was five…
But she had. There was no point in playing that what-if game.
I straightened my shoulders and turned away from the window.
“How long do we have?”
“I don’t know. A couple of weeks, maybe.”
“And you’re already looking?”
“The lawyers sent over a couple of names this morning. I’ll be meeting with their representatives over the next few days.”
“I don’t want to…” I cleared my throat, lifting my hair off of my neck to cool the heat that had suddenly risen up from my chest. “I don’t want to be part of it.”
“I respect that.”
“But I also want it made clear to whoever you choose that we don’t fire any of our employees. Most of these people have worked for the company since you opened the doors forty years ago. I won’t watch those people get thrown out onto the street while we go home and count our millions.”
“I will tell them. But I can’t guarantee that whoever buys the company will abide by that.”
“I know. But we’re going to walk away from this whole fiasco only taking a little hit. For our employees…this is their livelihood.”
My dad nodded. He looked tired. Older than he’d looked just that morning over his breakfast of toast. A part of me—the little girl that still lived deep inside of me—wanted to go to him and offer
him a big hug. But another part of me—the precocious college-aged girl who’d come into this company six years ago, full of ideas—wanted to strangle him for not listening to any of those ideas.
Berryman Construction was my life. I’d grown up on construction sites, doing homework in the cab of my dad’s truck as he drove around, checking on the projects he oversaw. The moment I graduated college, I elbowed my way into the office, taking the lead on similar projects, walking the sites in my cowboy boots and worn jeans. I won the respect of the workers, fell in love. Got my heart broken. Did things I’m not proud of, but never did anything that didn’t benefit the company. This was my life’s blood. My history. It killed me to see it die a slow, painful death.
I needed to get out of there.
“I’ll be back in a while,” I said, grabbing my cell phone off the top of the desk and making a beeline for the door. My dad didn’t say anything. He knew me well enough to know when I needed space. God knew he’d had enough experience coming up against my stubbornness.
I walked for a while, wishing I was wearing those old cowboy boots instead of the heels and skirt I was wearing. We’d had meetings all morning. Bankers. They weren’t a very amusing bunch.
Ten million. That’s how deep in the hole we were.
Five projects, and each was deeper in hock than the one before it. We could sell every building we owned and still owe half that amount.
How did this happen?
Sometimes I wondered how things might’ve been different if Grant hadn’t walked out on me. If we had gotten married and run away as we had planned. Would we have made a life in California like he’d wanted to do? Or would we have ended up coming back here? Would we have run Berryman Construction together? Would we have made a success of it? Or would we have run into the ground faster than my dad had? Would we have had children by now? Or would we still be struggling?
I hated that my thoughts always went back to him, to that time. I was about to start college. He was a drywall guy on one of my dad’s project sites. I was working for Berryman for the summer, following my dad around from site to site, keeping track of the little details that seemed to escape him so easily with each passing year. When I saw Grant cutting drywall in the mud one afternoon, I thought I’d seen it all. He was like something from out of a cheesy, chick movie. So beautiful it was almost hard to look at him. His arms had muscles on the muscles, his chest straining against the thin undershirt that was the only thing between the sun and his tan skin. Dark hair that was a little on the long side, curls just thick enough to give him a rock-star look. But it was when he looked up at me and those startling blue eyes focused on my face that I was bitten.
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