The Love Series Box Set: Volume One

by Davenport, Fiona

  The Love Series Box Set

  Volume One

  Fiona Davenport

  Copyright © 2019 by Fiona Davenport

  Cover designed by Elle Christensen

  Edited by Manda Lee

  All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  The Love Series Box Set

  His Love

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Epilogue 3

  Epilogue 4

  Her Love

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Epilogue 3

  Epilogue 4

  Their Love

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  Epilogue 3

  Epilogue 4

  About the Author

  The Love Series Box Set

  Volume One

  3 billionaire romances.

  6 brand-new epilogues.

  Lots of babies.

  All the love.

  His Love: Justice will give Blair more than just his love.

  Her Love: All Thatcher needs is Imogene’s love.

  Their Love: Nothing is as important as Jamison & Hazel’s love.

  His Love

  Billionaire Justice Kendall thought he was content with his life. Right up until the day he noticed that his neighbor’s daughter had become the beautiful woman who was meant to be his. Since then, he waited not-so patiently for her to turn eighteen.

  He bided his time by watching over her. When he realized that all she wanted was a baby of her own, he was ready to give her more than just his love.

  He’d give her everything.

  Chapter 1

  Justice

  “Blair.” I nodded to the young girl shuffling up to the elevator in her school uniform. Her long blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a high ponytail, giving her no way to hide the pink blush that bloomed on the apples of her cheeks. She glanced up shyly with her big, blue eyes and bit her plump bottom lip.

  Fuck. I had to clench my hand into a fist so that I didn’t tug her lip from between her teeth and bite it myself. Her sweet looks always tested my control around her. It didn’t help that she was practically the poster girl for a naughty school-girl costume. Her shyness only added to the innocent picture and completed the vision of every man’s wet dream.

  Despite being only seventeen, Blair Gleason had the body of a woman. I’d barely noticed my neighbor’s daughter over the years until one day when she was sixteen, we’d bumped into each other at the elevator, just like today—just like we do every day now. I’d greeted her without giving her much attention, but then she’d dropped her backpack and everything had spilled out around her feet. She’d spun around and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her lush, round ass in plain, white cotton panties.

  I was instantly hard as a fucking rock and couldn’t keep my eyes from drifting down her shapely legs. Even with all her curves, she was still a tiny thing. She was at least a foot shorter than my six-foot-five height, which meant I towered over her. With my muscular frame, I practically dwarfed her, but I immediately knew we would fit together perfectly. Blinking rapidly and taking a few deep breaths, I scolded myself for lusting after a child. I was only a few years shy of being twenty fucking years older than her. The silver streaks at my temples and peppered throughout my goatee were a reminder of that whenever I looked in the mirror. I held in a frustrated groan and hurried to help her pick up her things. But when she straightened and slung her bag over her shoulder again, it thrust out her chest and made it impossible not to notice her big tits and how they bounced when she shifted from foot to foot.

  My eyes swept over her from head to toe, taking in the sight of the woman she’d turned into all of a sudden. She’d lost the softness of her baby face, but her lips were still bee-stung and puffy. Lips that New York high society women spent thousands of dollars trying to achieve with collagen. Lips that would make a porn star jealous because they would look so fucking perfect wrapped around a cock. Her neck and shoulders were slender, her waist small, but the swell of her hips made it clear that she was made for breeding.

  To my complete shock, my cock had started leaking come at the thought of being the one to fill her belly. It was the first day of my living hell. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but the next two years were going to be my purgatory. It was no less than I deserved for thinking about sinking into her teenage pussy and filling her ripe womb with my seed.

  “Hello, Mr. Kendall,” she whispered in a return greeting, drawing me out of my reverie. Whenever she blushed and peeked at me through her lashes like that, she made me think of a cute little bunny.

  I smiled gently and gave in to the urge to brush my finger lightly over her jaw. “Justice,” I scolded her teasingly. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Justice?” It was just another form of torture. Hearing my name fall from her lips in her musical voice only made me that much more desperate to hear her screaming it while I was eleven inches deep.

  “Sorry,” she blushed even deeper and smiled sweetly at me, her hands clutching the strap of her bag tightly. “Good morning, Justice.”

  “How is school?”

  Blair shrugged. “I’m glad I’ll be graduating this year.”

  The elevator dinged, and the door slid open. We stepped into the car, and I pressed the button for the lobby before responding. “And what are your plans after graduation?” I infused my tone with curiosity, hiding the fact that I didn’t care what she had planned. I already knew what she’d be doing when she graduated, and she’d know soon enough too.

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged and looked up at me through her long, pale lashes. “Daddy wants me to go to one of the Ivy League schools I’ve been accepted into.”

  I raised a brow and shoved my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her. “And that’s not what you want?” I had to keep the bite out of my voice at the thought of her going away to college.

  Blair shook her head. “I’ve never really wanted to go to college, but I want to work with kids, so I’ll probably focus on getting my degree in early childhood development. I’ve already got a jump start on it since I’m in a program that substitutes some of my high-school classes for college courses”—she ducked her head and shrugged—“My dad won’t be happy about it, but I think I’ll keep attending Hunter College.”

  I almost showed my relief by expelling a deep breath. It was good to know I didn’t have a fight on my hands about that. If Blair wanted to finish her degree, I would support her completely. But she’d be doing it locally, at a school in New York City, while I kept her busy having my babies. I’d be happy to quiz her on her homework while she bounced on my dick.

  Son of a bitch. I shook away the images before I came in my pants like a horny teenager and scared the fuck out of my girl. I mentall
y shook my head at myself. It was a year later, and I still had no control over my thoughts around her.

  Only one more year. Only one more year. I chanted to myself. It wasn’t even a full year. Just until the end of May, right before graduation. I could be patient.

  “I’m excited about an internship I have for the school year, though!” I refocused on Blair, hoping to be distracted from my depraved thoughts. Her tone had become animated, and her beautiful face lit up like the Fourth of July. “I guess they had a spot open up in the in-house daycare at K-Corp. Someone reached out to one of my professors, and she recommended me! They are even allowing me to use it as a practicum for one of my classes. I just hope I don’t disappoint them.”

  I already knew about her internship. I’d been the one to facilitate it. Ever since I started paying attention to her, I noticed and heard everything she said, even the silent thoughts she conveyed so clearly on her face. Blair wore her every emotion, and for some reason she was particularly easy for me to read. Though, she clearly didn’t realize how attuned to her I was, or she’d know I’d heard her when she mentioned her love of kids, the college courses she was taking, and all the other details of her life that I clung to as though they were water and I was dying of thirst.

  The elevator reached the lobby, and I silently cursed since it meant my time with Blair was over for the day. For the most part.

  I gestured for her to walk off first, then kept in step with her as we exited the building into the crisp October air. Before she could turn in the opposite direction as me, I put my hand on her shoulder and waited for her to meet my gaze.

  I smiled softly and winked at her. “I’m sure you’re perfect for the job.” Blair’s face flushed with red at my compliment, but she smiled brightly.

  “Thanks, Mr—Justice.” Then she spun around and trotted to the corner of Central Park West and disappeared around it, heading towards her Upper West Side private school. A soft wind blew, and it ruffled her sorry excuse for a skirt. I needed to do something about that. The thought of some horny teenage boy seeing what was mine had me on the verge of a homicidal rage. I took several deep breaths until I’d calmed down.

  “See you later, bunny,” I murmured before stalking over to my town car that had been idling a few feet away. I waved off Benjamin, my driver, when he began to exit the vehicle and opened my own door, then slid onto the back seat. He also served as my bodyguard, a necessary evil when you were worth more than a billion dollars.

  With the tinted windows and dark interior, the ambiance matched my mood. I put the partition up so that I was alone and unzipped my pants, releasing my turgid cock. I placed a towel underneath my erection before laying my head back against the supple leather. I curled my hands around the edge of the seat and clenched them, holding on like I was afraid I’d be swept away in a tide. Then, like every day on the drive to Wall Street, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to indulge in my morning fantasy.

  Chapter 2

  Justice

  I caressed Blair’s swollen belly as I kissed my way down to her naked pussy. I loathed the idea of anything between us, so I demanded that she keep it bare for me. There was nothing sexier than seeing her southern lips glistening with a mixture of her arousal and my seed.

  My mouth watered as I leaned in and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the sweet and musky scent of her sex. I was addicted to eating her pussy, but for some reason, when she was pregnant, my obsession intensified and I craved it with a deep, gnawing hunger.

  With one lick up her seam, Blair was already squirming and whimpering for release. I sucked lightly on her clit before dragging my tongue through her wetness again.

  “Please, Justice,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

  I grinned against her pussy. My girl loved my cock and I was more than happy to oblige her, but I needed my taste first. “Patience, bunny,” I crooned. Then I buried my face in her heat and licked and sucked, eating her and drinking down all her juices.

  When she was pumping her hips up to meet my mouth and crying out my name, I latched onto her clit and plunged two fingers into her channel. With one swipe over her most sensitive spot, she came with a scream and a flood of her arousal filled my mouth.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled as I continued to lap at her and lazily pump my fingers. “I love it when you squirt your come down my throat.”

  I was pressing my pelvis hard into the mattress to try and relieve some of the pressure and keep from coming before I was balls-deep in her young pussy. Blair had learned to take me all the way like a champ. After one baby, you’d think she would loosen up, but she was still as tight and innocent as the day I popped her cherry. Just thinking about it made me want to roar like a fucking caveman.

  I surged up between her legs, staying upright on my knees so I wasn’t leaning over and putting pressure on her round belly. Grabbing her ass, I elevated her so that I had the perfect angle to thrust in to the hilt. From this position, I had the perfect view of my cock disappearing into her pussy with the proof that I’d bred her right above.

  The slight abrasions on her thighs from my whiskers and the sight of my cock coming out sticky and shiny from her come was enough to set me off right then. However, I managed to keep from completely blowing my load, though I was leaking a steady stream of come. “I swear you’ve gotten even tighter since I knocked you up, bunny,” I grunted as I fought to draw my dick out of her so I could shove it back in. “You’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Oh, fuck. Yes!”

  I started slow, trying to draw it out. But as usual, once I got inside her, my body took over. “I can’t hold back, baby,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “I need you to come.” Her pussy walls started to flutter then clench as shudders wracked her body. “Such a good girl,” I praised, pressing on her clit to push her over the edge.

  Blair began to chant, “Yes, yes, yes.” Then she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. “Justice!”

  “Fuck!” I shouted. “Oh yeah, baby. Take it. Fuck, yes!” Black spots filled my vision as I came with a vengeance, like being hit by a fucking freight train. Thick, strong jets of jizz spurted from my dick, filling her womb. I’d just had her a few hours ago to take care of my morning wood, but it seemed as though I had an endless supply of cream.

  Eventually, my eyes cleared, and my erratic breathing slowed. I pulled out and grinned when Blair mewled in protest. “You still hungry for my cock, bunny?”

  Her porn star lips turned down in an adorable pout, and she nodded. She looked so fucking beautiful with her long blonde hair wildly around her, her flushed skin, and her passion filled, blue eyes. My gaze drifted down to her large, milky tits. She was still nursing our first baby and drops of white liquid were beading on her nipples before dripping down the sides. She’d had a fantastic set before she got pregnant, but once she was knocked up, they’d grown to accommodate her supply of milk. I was almost as addicted to them as I was to her pussy.

  Who was I kidding? I was obsessed with every part of Blair.

  “Daddy needs his turn with your tits first,” I told her; then I licked my lips in anticipation. Her arms had been spread out beside her, gripping the sheets, but she moved them to her belly as she watched me with a heavy-lidded gaze. My cock had barely softened, and it immediately swelled to epic proportions when Blair slid her palms up to cup the heavy globes. She squeezed gently, causing more of her nectar to spill from the ripe mounds.

  I growled and quickly—carefully—rolled onto my back and put her astride me. She dropped down hard and fast, crying out when my tip hit her cervix. Grasping her hips, I sat up and took one succulent nipple into my mouth. I fed from her tits until I was satisfied, and she was riding me like I was a prized stud.

  “Gently, bunny,” I cautioned, worried about her being too rigorous while she was so far along.

  “I can’t help it,” she panted as she rose up and dropped back down fast and hard.

  Taking ahold of her lush, wide hips, I held her still and took
over, pounding up into her pussy so I was doing all of the work.

  Blair threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy as she splintered apart. I buried myself as deep as possible and latched onto one of her nipples again and bit. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to cause a spark of pain to mix with her pleasure. I knew it would intensify her orgasm, and I was rewarded with a deafening scream that echoed off the walls of our bedroom. Her pussy was wrapped so tightly around my cock that I couldn’t have moved it if I wanted to.

  I switched to the other nipple, and I detonated when her milk splashed into my mouth. The world ceased to exist as I came with such violence that I briefly wondered if I would survive. Who the fuck cared? I wouldn’t want to go any other way.

  My eyes popped open as the sound of my shout filled the back of the town car. Thankfully, the partition was soundproof, something I’d corrected after the first time I had my little fantasy.

  I released my death grip on the bench seat and glanced down at my lap; grimacing at the sticky mess I’d made. Another lesson I learned after I’d ruined several pairs of pants. I stocked the car with hand towels when I realized I might as well give in to my morning day-dream because I always lost when I tried to fight it.