All or Nothing
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Ah shit, I whimpered.
In response, he moved up again, swirling over her clit, surrounding it to draw it deep.
“Lucas!” Her body shuddered completely without her consent, her hands knotting into his hair to keep him exactly where he was while she rode the volcanic pleasure of her orgasm. Not that he seemed to have any interest in leaving. Why would he, when he was getting exactly what he wanted?
She let go, melting back onto their bed while he lapped lazily at her folds, easing her back down from possibly the biggest explosion she’d ever known.
“I think I like this game,” he rumbled. His voice sent another shiver through her, which seemed to make him chuckle. His big hand settled over the small swell of her belly, caressing gently and making shushing sounds. “Just take slow breaths. You don’t want to upset anyone down here.”
“Oh sure, think of that now,” she muttered into his pillow. Probably didn’t have enough bite, since she couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off her face. “And this isn’t a game. I’m not going, and no amount of seducing is going to make me, either. Tell your moron brother he doesn’t need me there.”
Lucas stretched out his long, long body behind her, warming her already hot skin. Couldn’t he hear her sizzling or was he just ignoring it? “Yes he does, you’re his best friend.”
Worse, he was stoking the heat up higher. She wiggled her ass against his cock, an invitation even he should have been able to pick up on.
His hands settled her hips, holding her in place so easy it was just ridiculous. He thought he was so in control here, did he? Just because he was turning her body to boneless mush.
“Jessica’s his best friend.” She blew her bangs out of her eyes in frustration. Why isn’t he inside me already? “She’s there. I don’t see where he needs me.”
“Jessica’s the bride. She has to be there. And let me remind you, it’s taken him three years to get her there. Stop being a spoil-sport. You lost. Pay up.”
Belinda fake-sobbed, yanking her own pillow out from under him to hold over her face. “I hate weddings.”
“You liked ours.”
“I got to drink at ours.” Thanks to the two little morsels he’d knocked her up with two months ago, tequila shooters were not going to be on the menu. “As cranky as these kids are, I’ll probably throw up all over the reception table.”
“Probably.”
She pulled the pillow off to look over her shoulder at him. “You could sound a little more sympathetic about it.”
“I sympathize.”
Sure he did. That’s why his hand had drifted from her hip to her bare breasts, which had expanded from a raisin smuggling operation to a grapefruit shipping company. Much to Lucas’s absolute glee, the pig.
“No. There’s going to be a whole legion of Lonnigans there. Everyone’s going to be feeling my stomach and giving me tips on morning sickness.” Which she didn’t need. If there was one thing a Riggs knew how to handle, it was morning sickness.
Lucas frowned. Then his fingers found her oversensitive nipple, earning a gasp. He squeezed it, making stars of sensation form in her eyes and her whole body arch. Her breast pushed into his hand and her ass lurched against his cock again, which slid against her folds like a tease. He made the whole thing worse by rocking back and forth against her. Sadistic bastard.
“You said if I made you come in less than a minute, you’d go. I held up my end. Since when do you renege on deals?”
Since pregnancy had turned her into an orgasm machine. The man barely had to breathe on her anymore and she was so hot to trot she practically exploded at the sound of his voice.
If they’d told her that was a side effect of pregnancy, she’d have considered getting knocked up on their honeymoon. But no, dumb as she was, she’d waited until she was sure they wouldn’t kill each other with the day-in, day-out grind of being together. They’d had a few drag-out arguments—Lucas was just never going to learn how to give in gracefully—but so far, all the furniture was intact and the dog was alive and well. Then there was all that happiness she kept feeling. Didn’t seem fair to keep it to herself.
Of course, she hadn’t expected Lucas to hit double-trouble the first time out the gate. He was going to pay for that one.
“I’m not reneging,” she finally relented. Curving her back into his chest, she lifted her leg and slid it over the top of his, leaving herself wide open for him. It was his turn to groan, the broad head of his cock sinking just deep enough into her before slipping out of alignment that it counted as a kiss. “I guess I was just hoping for double or nothing.”
She wriggled for him again, smiling when his ocean-colored eyes darkened. Got you.
“You sure you can take me?”
Her fingers slid down between her thighs, one nudging her clit while the others stroked his cock back where it belonged. Inside her. She smiled at the sense of completion. Knew by his answering grin that he felt the same way.
“Mm-hmm, Lonnigan. Any time, any place.”
He thrust against her, shuttling through her depths and sending her nerve endings singing. She gasped, already starting to cry out when he did it again, this time coupling it with a pinch to her nipple.
“Just remember, Belle.” He clutched her close, teeth at the sensitive cord of her neck, pressing even deeper. “You dared me.”
She was too busy coming apart around him to argue.
About the Author
Dee Tenorio is a sick woman. Really sick. She enjoys tormenting herself by writing romantic comedies (often with sexy, grumpy heroes and smart-mouthed heroines) and sizzling, steamy romances of various genres spanning dramas with the occasional drop of suspense all the way to erotic romance. But why does that make her sick?
Because she truly seems to enjoy it.
And she has every intention of keeping at it!
If you would like to learn more about Dee and her work, please visit her website at www.deetenorio.com or her blog at www.deetenorio.com/Blog
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The Lonnigans
All of You
Midnight
Midnight Legacy
Midnight Temptation
Midnight Sonata
Rancho Del Cielo
Betting Hearts
Burn for Me
Love Me Tomorrow
Love Me Knots
Kiss Me Again
Test Me!
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Shaken