by Andi Jaxon
The air in my lungs is sucked out, completely gone.
“What?” I choke out the word.
“You’re mine, Wildflower. I don’t care if you can have babies or not. We’ll adopt if you want kids. Otherwise, I’ll get ya a puppy.”
Shocked by his response, I laugh. “A puppy?”
His face brightens with a smile. “I’m not a cat man. I draw the line at kittens.” He reaches for the nape of my neck. “Gimme that mouth.”
Lifting up to press my lips to his, I do as he demands. He wastes no time claiming my mouth. The erotic push and pull of his tongue against mine has me squirming, lust pooling low in my hips, desperate to let him claim me again. And again.
With a growl, he bites my lip for a second, then rests his forehead against mine.
“If you don’t stop grinding that pussy on my dick…” He lets the sentence trail off.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I slide my hand between us and free him from the thin fabric of his boxers. My hand wraps around the girthy appendage, stroking him slowly as he growls at me.
“Eva,” Ian rumbles, his eyes locking on mine. “Ride me.”
Adjusting my position, I slide his tip through my folds then sink down, taking him deep inside me. My head falls back and his teeth dig into my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck; one of his hands tangles in my hair, while the other grips my ass cheek, encouraging me to grind on him. The stretch every time we fuck is mind-blowing. He hits everything just right.
My hips work against him, rolling him so deep my eyes roll back in my head. The dusting of his chest hair tickles my nipples, turning them into hard peaks while my clit brushes against his pelvis. So many sensations overwhelming my system have me on the edge of an orgasm so damn fast.
I’m almost there. Sparks skitter across my skin, a whimper passes my lips, and Ian rolls us so my back is against the mattress and he’s hammering into me.
The world explodes, shattering around me. My back arches off the bed, my nails dig into Ian’s arms, and my legs wrap around his hips.
He doesn’t stop as I ride the high and my body turns boneless. The hard pace he sets, his hips slamming against mine, he’s claiming me. My body accepts him willingly. My heart is once again full.
His hand wraps around my throat and he drops onto his elbow as he speaks against my lips. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I rasp.
His lips take mine as he twitches inside me, filling me with cum. Ian’s hand runs up my arm and threads our fingers together as he collapses on top of me. I gratefully take his weight, pushing into the mattress.
I smile with my eyes closed as I soak in everything I’ve missed for the last ten years. Running was the right move, but it still led me back to Ian. Everything leads me back to him.
“Let’s get your showered,” he grumbles from the crook of my neck.
“What makes you think I’ll allow you in my shower?” I raise an eyebrow, even though he can’t see me.
That sexy smirk plays on his lips as he sits up. “Try to stop me.”
He takes my lips again in a chaste kiss, then sits up so I can get up too. Rolling off the bed, I grab the top blanket off the bed and stand to wrap it around me, then run toward the bathroom. The door bounces off the wall with a bang as I sprint down the hall.
He’s right behind me, his feet on the hardwood are soft but so damn close. I shriek when his arm bands around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“You’re never running from me again, Wildflower. I’ll find you.”
Picking me up, he carries me to the bathroom and closes the door behind us. He sets my feet on the floor and turns me to face him, pulling the blanket from my body. Gripping my jaw, he kisses me quickly, then steps around me to turn the water on.
My skin is sensitive from the hypothermia, so he’s careful to keep the temperature down. Shoving his boxers down, he steps out of them and reaches a hand out to me. Like a lifeline, I grab it and let him pull me in. From thigh to chest, we’re skin to skin. We step into the shower and he closes the curtain.
Ian’s hand tangles in my hair as his lips claim mine in a desperately hungry kiss. I open for him, just as needy as he is. I crave him. His soul calls to mine. Lifting a leg, I wrap it around his hip. Dropping my hair, Ian grabs both my thighs and lifts me, pushing my back against the cold tile wall. I hiss, arching my back off the wall for a second.
Using the hold he has on me, he grinds my over-sensitive pussy against his cock. He’s hard already. He was just buried so deep inside me I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began, but he wants me again.
“I need you,” he growls against my lips.
“Take me,” I breathe.
That’s all he needs to push into me. In one hard thrust, he’s seated deep inside me. My head falls back against the wall, a whimper echoing off the walls. I’m still slick from our mixed orgasms, my pussy’s swollen and tender, but more than willing.
“Fuck,” he drags out the word.
He pulls back, and his teeth latch onto my neck, marking my skin as he takes me. He quickly finds a pace that will push us over the edge. Sparks race up my spine. Bursts of pleasure centered deep inside of me have me clenching around him.
Holding myself up with my arms around his neck, my legs grip his hips.
“Make me yours.”
Ian finds a new spot to latch onto, sucking my skin between his teeth to leave a bruise everyone will see later. I don’t care. I want him to own my soul. He already has my heart. I was a fool to think anyone else ever would.
That prickle of an orgasm starts in my core.
“Yes, please,” I beg.
“Give it to me.”
Waves of euphoria wash over me, tightening every muscle in my body for a split second before the world explodes. Moans echo around me mixing with grunts and the slap of skin against skin. Heat blossoms in my pussy as Ian fills me, his forehead dropping against mine. We’re both breathing too hard, our hearts pounding against the other.
“You’ll always be my wildflower.”
I smile at him, kissing him softly for a second. “Always.”
Epilogue
IAN
It’s Valentine’s morning, and we’ve been up since five. She moved in with me a few days after the snowstorm. We had to wait for the snow to melt enough to get to back to her momma’s house and the station.
We spent Christmas at the ranch. Her momma joined us as well. It was like she had never left. She’s always been a part of my family, she’s always been mine, she’s always fit.
She’s still working at the ranch, and I while I hate that she’s not with me, I love that she’s working on my family’s land.
Today, I’m driving out to the Millers’ farm to pick up my present for her. They have Pembroke Welsh Corgis, and I think a puppy is exactly what our little family needs. She is my family.
The phone on my desk rings, and I lift the receiver to my ear. “Sheriff’s office.”
“It’s so sexy when you use that work voice,” Eva purrs through the line.
“Good to know,” I chuckle. “What are you up to?”
“Are you busy?” Her tone is hesitant all of a sudden, spiking my protective instincts.
“Never too busy for you. What’s wrong?” Everything in the office fades to the background as I wait for her next words.
“Can you meet me at Dr. Henderson’s office?”
I’m out of my chair and shoving my stuff into my pockets. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Nothing happened. I’m fine. Just meet me there, okay?”
“Wildflower.” Her name is a growl.
“I promise, everything is okay. Meet me there in like ten minutes, okay?” She’s not as hesitant, but she’s still nervous. I don’t need to see her to know.
“I’ll be right there.”
“Good. Bye.”
“I love you.” I’m not hanging up before I hear it back.
“I love y
ou too, grumpy.”
I slam the phone back on the receiver and head out of my office.
“I’ll be on my cell if an emergency pops up,” I say to Stacy on my way past her, but don’t stop to talk.
The doctor’s office is just a few doors down, so I walk to calm myself. What the hell does she need me at the doctor’s office for? If she got hurt at the ranch bad enough to need a damn doctor and no one called me, I’m going to kick Will’s ass.
By the time I get to the office, I’m more worked up than I was when I left. I step inside, and Eva stands when she sees me. I close the door and stride over to her.
“What’s wrong? Why are you here?” I pull her against me, one arm wrapped around her waist and one tangled in her hair.
There are tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face. She lifts up on her toes to press her lips against mine. Frustration and fear are heavy on my shoulders.
“Talk to me, Wildflower.”
“Eva?”
We both turn to the door, where a nurse is standing with Eva’s file in her hand.
With her hand in mine, I lead her toward the nurse, but she stops us.
“We’ll need just a minute before you can come back, Sheriff,” Julie, the nurse, informs me.
“What?”
“Ian.” Eva places a hand on my chest. “Just give me a minute, then she’ll come get you.”
I growl and step back to let Eva pass me. I pace across the office, my hands clenched as I wait for Julie to come back. It’s an eternity later when the door opens and I’m able to stomp my way down the hallway.
“Second door on your right,” she says behind me, since I’m not stopping to wait for her.
I don’t knock, just turn the handle and open the door. The lights are off, and a strange whooshing sound fills the small space. Stepping around the curtain that protects her privacy, I freeze with my eyes on a black and white screen.
My heart rate matches the galloping coming from the machine. Two little tiny-human shaped spots move on the screen.
“Congratulations, Sheriff. You’re gonna be a daddy.”
My head swings to Eva, who has tears rolling down her cheeks and a huge grin on her face.
“But how?” I step up to Eva, gripping her hand tightly in mine, awestruck by the miracle I’m witnessing.
“Eva told me about her previous miscarriage. They’re very common. The six-to-eight-week mark is where the brain and spinal cord are being developed. Humans are complicated little buggers, so if something isn’t quite right at that mark, the body rejects it.” The doctor pushes some buttons on the machine and prints out some grainy pictures. “These two are about ten weeks along, so you’re past that point and almost out of the woods. While second trimester miscarriages can happen, it’s not nearly as common. Twins do make this a high-risk pregnancy, so we’ll want to keep a close eye on them, but I suspect in a few months you’ll have healthy, if not early, babies.”
Eva sniffles, wiping tears from her face.
My gaze swings back to her.
“I love you so much.” Leaning down, I kiss her quickly, though the need to claim her is strong.
“I love you too,” she says through her tears
“Does she need to stop working in the stables?” I ask the doctor. It’s physically demanding work.
“I don’t think so. As long as she’s being safe and not pushing herself too hard, she should be fine. Once she gets further along, she’ll need to be much more careful around the horses. Getting kicked in the stomach will be very dangerous, and climbing on ladders will be out, since her center of gravity will be off. Chemicals and medications for the horses should be handled by someone else as well. If something changes and she starts to go into labor early, I will rescind that, however, and kick her out of the barn.”
“You can try to keep me away from the horses,” she smirks.
“Wildflower, you will do as your told to keep those babies safe. I’ll sic Momma on you.”
She huffs, but doesn’t say anything else.
“Alright, we’ll see you in a few weeks,” the doctor says before leaving the room.
Eva gets cleaned up and redressed before turning to me. Dropping down to my knees in front of her, I lift her shirt and run my hand over her belly. She’s just starting to get a little bump above her jeans. Leaning forward, I kiss her skin where she’s growing the most precious gift a man could ask for.
Eva runs her fingers through my hair, and I look up at her.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
A tear rolls down her cheek and I reach up to brush it away.
“You’re welcome,” she smiles at me, love so clear in her gaze it hurts. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
“Never. I’ll never give up on you. You’re it for me. My one and only. The stars never lie.”
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Crashing into Love
Chapter One
Variety may be the spice of life, but when you’re the executive assistant at Sterling Enterprises, Inc., spice isn’t on the menu. This job is monotonous. Days filled with reviewing documents and taking notes. And keeping fifteen men under control—which is not as easy as you would think. These men gossip and bitch more than women. They’re competitive, sneaky, and extremely sassy.
Let’s keep that sassy comment between us, okay—none of them would be happy to hear I think they’re sassy.
The only thing that breaks up my job’s monotony is when someone drops donuts in the break room, and I get a chocolate frosted one before they’re all gone. But that wasn’t today.
Rolling my eyes, I growl at the computer. “Ugh.”
My father, despite his success, has never been concerned about employee morale and job satisfaction. Especially if that means making his daughter happy.
Reading his most recent email, I frown at the first line: New clients, big money clients. They need—no, require the best treatment.
Treating our clients like kings and queens is what I do. One day he’ll learn that he doesn’t need to be short with me or remind me in every email to be professional and represent him well. As if I didn’t help him build this company up myself. I’m the world’s greatest assistant, and I have the plaque on my desk to prove it.
Still, I take his words in stride and prepare the standard briefing we give all our potential clients. Leaving the safety of my desk, I straighten my magenta sheath dress and slide my feet into my favorite peep toe heels. Yes, I kick my shoes off every time I sit down. There is no use wearing them under the desk, allowing my feet to turn into giant sausages. Can you say not attractive?
I check that my hair remains tucked into a tight bun. I don’t want my giant mane of flaming red hair to be the first thing clients notice when they walk in. They need to focus on business, not me.
I already know which associate I’ll bring into this deal, and judging by what I know so far, I only need one. One knock on his door, and I’m in.
“Hey, Red,” he says like always.
Baker Hayes is the charismatic star of every woman’s office romance fantasy. Sandy brown hair, clear blue eyes, and a grin that can charm anyone. Add that to his muscular build hidden under his tailored suits, and he wins everything—everyone. I pretend he can’t win me over because I don’t date co-workers—even if I’ve considered making an exception for him.
“Baker,” I say, attempting to keep my eye-rolling to a minimum. “One of these days you’ll address me as Sutton. But today isn’t that day apparently.” I take the black planner I’m holding and place it onto the desk in front of him.
He does a bit of clicking around on the computer and dramatically clears his throat before leaning back in his large leather chair and looking up at me. His desk may resemble every other executive’s, except he has a pre
sence that no one else possesses. He exudes power, a need to protect and confident control, without being arrogant, which is no easy feat. Or should I say, I’ve not met too many men who can maintain that balance without going over the edge.
“We have a new client. Nothing too hard.” I place the file on his desk. Saying nothing, he just pulls the file toward him and begins flipping through pages.
“When are they coming in?”
I check my watch before saying, “About twenty minutes or so.”
He stands up and puts his jacket on. Standing in front of his panoramic window, he pulls his sleeves tight and straightens his cuff links. I stare at his ass while the mid-day sun streams in and the dust moats float in the air.
“Good. I still have time to grab a donut.” He winks at me, and I shake my head at his silliness.
Baker has worked with us almost from the beginning. My parents build SEI from the ground up, and he was one of the first employees. I remember meeting him for the first time. I fell head-over-heels in love with him—and I was only sixteen at the time.
He’s always had an air about him that draws people to him. Me included. Dad drilled into me how inappropriate it is to date someone you work with, even though that’s where he met Mom.
“You eat donuts?” I ask as we walk out of his office. The hall is wide and lined by other offices until we reach the lunchroom—a coffee maker, sink, and fridge line one side, vending machines the other. The tables are a mix of whatever we could find. When one breaks, Dad adds a folding table. It’s shocking how pedestrian this space is in comparison to the rest of the office.
“Who doesn’t?” he says, then looks down his nose at me and takes a huge bite.
I’m five-nine without my standard three-inch heels, and he’s still got a couple of inches on me. I watch him inhale the donut and grab another before walking to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He unexpectedly tosses one at me before I’m ready, and the condensation splashes onto my dress.
