by Alexa Riley
“I love you so much.” The words come so easily now. Words I’ve never said to another person in my whole life.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“There’s one more thing, though.”
He stops kissing me and looks into my eyes, waiting.
“I’m pregnant.”
For a second I panic, thinking that this might be too much. We never talked about marriage and babies, and I wonder if maybe this isn’t part of his plan.
Suddenly his eyes are filled with unshed tears as he buries his face in my neck. I can’t see him, but he wraps his arms around me, just holding me close to him.
“Leo, I know we didn’t plan on it. I’m scared, too. I—”
He cuts me off by pulling back and locking his lips on mine. His kiss is fierce and dominant, and I melt into him. I feel just a trace of a tear on my cheek and realize that he’s happy about this news. The relief I feel knowing that he’s happy makes this so much sweeter. Knowing that Leo wants me and our little family has butterflies taking off inside my body.
“I can’t wait,” he says, breaking our kiss and pushing up my dress. “I need you, Samantha. Now.”
I feel the same way. It’s as if we need to seal the deal, and there’s no time like the present. Reaching down, I undo his slacks and pull out his hard cock, just as he rips my lacy thong off me. The feeling of him being in control makes all my insecurities melt away.
Lining us up, I plunge down on him, taking his entire length inside me at once. We both let out moans at the contact, needing the connection.
In a sudden panic, Leo tries to lift me off him. “Oh, God, the baby!” he shouts, and I have to try to hold in my laugh.
“Shhh. It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.” I slowly lower back down on his cock as I kiss his lips.
I feel him grip my hips, helping me ride him, as he kisses me back. “Better than fine, Samantha. This is the greatest day of my life. In a matter of minutes, you’ve given me everything I ever could have wanted.”
He pulls my mouth back to his, and I become a puddle in his arms. His words so loving and so tender. He’s truly the most wonderful man that ever lived. He’s perfect.
Our bodies are as attuned as they always are, and Leo takes what he wants from me, while giving me what I need. I cum while he holds my hips and fucks me, telling me how much he loves me and how he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life making babies with me.
I clench around him hard enough to send him over the edge, and we hold one another tightly as our passions mix.
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It’s not until I feel him pulling out of me that I realize that I’ve fallen asleep. He rights our clothes and holds me to him as he carries me out of the car and into our home.
Our home.
The thought makes me smile and snuggle more into him. The day I found out I was pregnant, I knew it was time to end the Auctions. I knew the life I had growing up, and I never wanted the same for my child. I was nervous to tell Leo, but I should have known better. He’s wanted this from the beginning, and he proved it today, if the ring he’s been carrying around is any indication.
As he carries me inside and takes me to bed, I let all the fear and anxiety melt away. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life. In his bed and in his arms.
“I love you, Leo,” I say, kissing his lips.
“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.” He kisses me passionately, and we make love and talk about the future all night. It’s the best day of my life and the first day on the road to our life as a family.
I may have gone about getting my happily ever after in a not-so-traditional way, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t get it.
Epilogue
Leo
A few months later…
When I hear the buzz for the gate, I look up from my computer screen to see a delivery truck pulling up at the entrance. I really should just build a guard shack at the end of the driveway to accept deliveries at this point. I don’t like how Samantha buzzes them in so easily.
Since Samantha has found out we’re having twins—a little boy and girl—the deliveries haven’t stopped. She has filled up a whole room full of stuff. I have a feeling I’m going to be donating a lot of things that have never even been opened. Not that I care. I love how excited she is about this. I never thought I could be this happy. It wasn’t even a year ago I was fighting her to spend her nights with me. Now we’re practically inseparable.
Once she told me that she didn’t think I wanted to be seen out with her because I was embarrassed. I showed her just how proud of her I was. I love putting my hands on her in public to let everyone know she’s mine. That I have somehow made one of the most powerful—if not the most powerful—women in Vegas fall for me.
To find out that we were both keeping our distance in front of others because we thought that was what the other needed was ridiculous. I told her we’d never go through that shit again. All cards on the table at all times, and it’s been that way since. Now we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. At home or in public.
Since the Auction we've been spending a lot of time with the Cortez clan and a few other couples that found their own happily ever after. And babies seem to be coming from everywhere. Samantha has a silent competition that our babies will have the best baby rooms. She’ll definitely win if the winner is whoever has the most delivery boxes in a room. Or if she sticks that assistant of hers—who goes a mile a minute—on the task.
As I rise from my chair quickly in an effort to get to the door before her, I see I’m a few minutes too late. She’s still wearing the blue nightie she slipped on this morning after I woke her with my mouth between her legs, then flipped her over to ride me. Nothing seems to get me off more than seeing her perched over me, swollen with our babies, as she rides me. It might be barbaric, but I don’t care. To see the extent to which I’ve finally claimed her just does it for me.
At least she slipped on the matching robe, not that it helps much. She stares down at the delivery slips while the delivery man looks over every inch of her. It’s clear she’s fucking pregnant. How much more taken can she look?
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I bark, making them both jump. The man drops the box he was holding under his arm.
Samantha just shrugs like, yeah who wouldn’t look at me? I step in front of her. I’m starting to notice she likes to see my jealousy. I think it gets her off. Maybe after all the times I’ve played it cool around her, she now wants to play catch up. But in all fairness she never dressed like this before, and she’s more relaxed. The cold exterior she used to always show the world has been melting away each day, and I take pride that I’m the one causing the thaw. I’m showing her that she doesn’t have to hide. I love every part of her. No matter how dark those parts might go, I’d gladly go with her.
I go to move in front of her, blocking her from his view as he picks up the box.
“Keep it, and don’t fucking come back here,” I growl out before slamming the door.
“Hey, that was my breast pump. I need that.”
I turn to see Samantha with her arms folded, pushing her breasts up so they’re almost spilling out of the nighty. Her blonde hair is still wild from this morning.
I snatch the slip from her hand, tossing it to the ground before grabbing the front of her nightly and ripping it right down the center. Her gasp rings loud in the entryway as I crowd her, forcing her to look up at me with those dark blue eyes.
“If you think I’ll let others see you in this shit, I’ll destroy every one of them.”
She licks her lips as her nipples respond, growing hard.
“I’ll pump your breasts for you, if you like,” I tease.
She snorts.
I lean down, taking one into my mouth and sucking. I rub my thumb across her nipple.
“Oh, God.”
I slide my other hand between her thighs, going straight for her clit, pushing
one finger into her tight pussy and using another to stroke her clit. She starts to move her hips, my name slipping from her lips, over and over again.
I pull back, stopping all movements.
“Leo, please,” she begs.
“Still need the pump, sweetheart, or you think I got you?”
“You got me. Please just…”
Her words die off as I suck her nipple back into my mouth and start moving my fingers again.
Her juices coat my hand as I work in and out of her. When I feel her pussy clench around my finger, I give her nipple a little bite, applying more pressure to her clit as she comes undone. I use my arms to catch her as the pleasure rocks though her body.
I pick her up and carry her through the house, up the stairs into the master bedroom, laying her on the bed.
“Now I’m going to show you what happens when you make me jealous. Trust me, when I’m done with you, everyone will know you belong to someone and are very well taken care of.”
Epilogue
Samantha
Ten years later…
“Cowboy, get your pretty ass down here before I get mad!” I yell through the house as our daughter, Lori, walks by me.
“He’s outside with Uncle Don. Hey, can I stay the night with Grace? Peaches said it was okay.”
“Who else is going?”
“Penelope and Ruby.”
“I’ll talk to Peaches, and if she says it’s okay, then I’m fine with it. Go get the plates and silverware out for dinner. It’s almost time. Oh, and go track down Austin. I don’t know where he and Simon got to.”
“Ugh. Austin may be my twin but we weren’t conjoined!” She rolls her eyes at me as she does what I say. I swear, that girl is going to get them stuck like that one day.
I can hardly keep up with all the kids who come and go in our house nowadays. Grace is the daughter of Don and Peaches, and she’s the same age as our twins. Penelope and Simon belong to Ethan and Tiffany, and Ruby is Charles’s and Mandy’s daughter.
We have all created this little family together, and thankfully, our kids are close enough in age that we can get together and just let them run around.
As I make my way to the back porch, I spot Leo on the grill with Don and Charles. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, leaning into his back. I feel his hands rub my arms, and he leans into my embrace.
“You forgot to get me mustard at the store.”
“Oh, damn! I’m sorry, baby. Did you need it?” Leo says.
“No. It was only for the potato salad, so now it’s ruined and it’s all your fault.”
He turns around and brings his fingers to my waist, trying to tickle me. The guys behind him laugh, but he’s knows I’m right.
“Well I guess the cookout is canceled. Let’s tell everyone to go home,” Leo teases, picking me up off the ground.
I lean into him, kissing his neck, and it’s all it takes to get him to pull me to him. We’ve been together long enough now that I know just how to wind him up and just how to cool him down. I’m lucky that I got to marry the best man I’ve ever known, and I’m thankful for him every day. Even when he forgets the mustard.
“Tell me you love me,” Leo says, rubbing his nose against mine.
I think after denying him the words for so long, he never gets tired of hearing it. Even after all these years, he makes me say them over and over.
“I love you, cowboy.”
“Damn right you do,” he says, winking at me.
“Dinner’s ready. Why don’t you let them handle the grill and come help me set the table?”
Leo looks over his shoulder, watching Charles and Don pull the chicken off the grill, and carries me inside the house. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck.
“Oh, gross. Not again,” I hear Austin say as he leaves the kitchen.
“Really, guys. There are people present,” Lori says on her way out.
“We really know how to clear a room,” I say, laughing.
“Thank God, it’s finally working. Remember when we couldn’t get them to leave us alone?” Leo says, kissing my neck as he sits me on the counter.
“I do miss having babies, though.”
Leo pulls back and gives me a soft look. We tried a couple of times after the twins to get pregnant again, and it never happened. But we were lucky that we got one of each, so I know that we are blessed.
“If you need something to love on, I would like to volunteer as tribute,” he says, making me laugh.
“Are you so deprived of attention?” I run my hands down his chest, petting him.
“When it comes to you, I’ll never get enough.”
I lean into his body, and his lips take mine in a passionate kiss. I have a dark past that I’ve spent my life trying to run and hide from. But all I needed was the light inside Leo to make it all go away. He fills me up with love and warmth, pushing away all the darkness that was inside me. He’s given me two beautiful babies and more happiness than I could ever dream of.
Thankfully, I’ve got a lifetime to keep loving him and showing him just how happy I am that he came along and claimed me.
THE END
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For the quick short story of Tiffany and Ethan click here.
The Virgin Duet
A gorgeous, obsessive, billionaire alpha.
A curvy, sassy bombshell from the wrong side of the tracks.
Both virgins...
When Becs and Bray make an arrangement, they have no idea what it will lead to - sexual desires and lust that cannot be contained.
Will Bray let chaos rule his perfect world?
Will Becs let love into her cold heart?
Will Kindles ignite from the sexual heat? There's only one way to find out...
Warning: Flaming Kindles may cause serious injuries. Please read responsibly.
Chapter 1
Becs
Rage bubbles inside me as I look at the imposing double doors of his office. They reach all the way to the high ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side is an arrogant asshole. If you push the doors open he is probably sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. Mr. Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him off, owns the place. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today, and I’m here to give him a piece of my mind.
No way am I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week motel my older brother and I are staying at. We've been there for the past few months, but anything beat staying at the shelter. One week without a job, and it will force us back there. That’s not something I can handle.
“Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at the desk in front of the double doors.
Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut top. Very low cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.
I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde is a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye makes my eyes appear more purple than they really are. I can see her long legs under the desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stands up, I’m sure she’ll tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra help in that department. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.
“I’m going to have to ask you to le
ave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after all half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he got was my shirt and apron thrown at him. Well, and a black eye. I can still feel the sting on my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye is going to be a nice black and purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch.
Seeing that my time has now become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors.
“Cindy I told you—” his words cut off when he looks up and sees me. Jaw clenching, nose flaring as he takes in my attire, or lack thereof. Today, like every day, he’s wearing a three-piece suit, which is the same grey as his eyes. He’s always so neatly put together. Even his stupid handsome face is all straight, perfect lines. Every time he came into the coffee shop I wanted to mess him up. I always want to run my fingers through his hair and give him that freshly fucked look. I thought about rubbing my lips across his neck, leaving a smudge of my lip gloss there so he didn’t look so perfect. The first time he came in, he gave me a half smile and ordered a plain black coffee. No cream or sugar. Not even a flavor. Seems that’s how he likes everything. Every day he would come in and get his coffee and engage me in a little bit of conversation. I looked forward to seeing him. He was different than the other suits. Most either treated me like I could be a quick fuck for them, or gave me a look of distaste.
