The Love Series Box Set: Volume One

by Davenport, Fiona

  Justice craned his neck up to meet Trevor’s gaze as he said, “Thanks for the reminder, buddy.”

  I barely held in my snort at Justice’s response as I lowered myself to my knees next to him. He didn’t need anyone to caution him when it came to me since he’d wrap me in bubble wrap if he could. And then I’d just have to get him all worked up until he couldn’t wait to rip it right back off.

  When my fingers brushed against his stomach before heading to his sides, Justice’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray, and a low groan bubbled up his throat. I couldn’t torture him too much with the kids so close, but I also couldn’t resist the temptation to cop a feel of his abs when they were right there in front of me. Not with my pregnancy hormones raging through my system, or at least that was the excuse I was going with.

  Before we got any awkward questions about the sudden tightness of his jeans, I aimed for an especially ticklish spot just under his rib cage. When he roared with laughter, the kids wanted a turn too. By the time we were done, we were all laughing so hard that our sides hurt.

  “Alright, guys. I think Mommy has had enough tickle time and needs a snack. How do cookies and milk sound to everyone?” Justice asked.

  “Cookies! Yay!” the kids cheered, scrambling to their feet to race towards the kitchen.

  “I’ll get you back for that later,” Justice murmured against my ear after helping me up from the floor so we could follow after them.

  “You’d better,” I whispered back with a wink, looking forward to some quality alone time when the kids went down for the night.

  My life was better than I’d dreamed it would be in my wildest dreams about Justice. But just like he’d told me a million times about his fantasies, reality far surpassed my imagination.

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  Epilogue 3

  Blair

  “What’s wrong, Mommy?”

  “Nothing, baby,” I answered distractedly as I tried to concentrate on Trevor’s at-bat while rubbing my lower back. “I’m just watching your brother.”

  Dani reached behind me to put her little hand over mine. “Do you haf an owie?”

  Jenna cuddled into my other side and frowned up at me. “Are you sick, Mommy?”

  Their questions caught Imogene’s attention, and she leaned over Dani to stare at me. Her gaze dropped to my rounded belly after she took in the grimace on my face. Bending closer, she hissed, “Are you in labor?”

  “Maybe,” I mumbled.

  “How long has this been going on?” Imogene asked as she twisted around to hand their youngest over to Thatcher.

  “My back has been hurting since I woke up this morning. At first, I thought it was just normal pregnancy stuff.” I pointed at my stomach. “You’d think that since I’m only carrying one girl this time that I wouldn’t be so big, but nope. I’m huge, and my back aches so much I was starting to wonder if they missed another baby again. Not that it could be possible with the number of ultrasounds Justice had them do this time around just so we wouldn’t be surprised again.”

  Imogene held up her hand to stop the never-ending flow of my words. “Whoa! You’re getting off track. You don’t have to tell me how many aches and pains there are when you’re pregnant. After having four babies in four years, I know. But you do need to tell me if your back pain has turned into contractions.”

  “Yes,” I panted as my belly tightened and a wave of pain crashed over me.

  Her head reared back in shock, and she jumped up. “Seriously? You’re just sitting there in labor? What’re you waiting for, the game to end?”

  I nodded jerkily, unable to get any words out at the moment.

  “Daddy!” Dani and Jenna screamed in unison. Justice was standing in the dugout to the left of home plate, and his head whipped in their direction as soon as he heard his daughter’s voices.

  “Mommy’s hafin’ the baby!” Jenna explained.

  “Now!” Dani added.

  “Damn, it’s a good thing you’re giving my brother another baby,” Thatcher sighed, shaking his head as he stood and started to gather all of our things. “The recovery process just might be long enough that he’ll have time to get over being pissed that you didn’t have one of us get him as soon as you started having contractions.”

  ‘Only if you make it to the hospital and don’t have the baby in the car,” Imogene pointed out as Justice raced over to the stands. “If that happens, he’ll never let you live it down.”

  “And you’ll probably end up with a red ass as soon as the doctor says you’re fully healed,” Thatcher mumbled under his breath just loud enough for Imogene and me to hear.

  It was my face that turned red and not because of the strain from the contraction that ended seconds before my husband reached me. I could too easily picture him spanking my backside, and it was awkward to get a little turned on by the thought while I was in labor.

  “C’mon, bunny. I’ve got you,” Justice murmured as he wrapped his arm around my waist to help me stand. Once I was on my feet, he glanced to the right and nodded. “Benjamin is going to get the car, so you don’t have far to walk. Will you be okay, or do you need me to carry you?”

  “I can walk,” I grumbled as he kept his arm around me and took most of my weight anyway.

  “We’ll take the kids,” Thatcher offered.

  “Take us where? Why did Dad come over here when I was hitting a home run?” Trevor asked, his eyes narrowing when he spotted how Justice was holding me. “What’s wrong with Mommy?”

  “I’m okay, sweetie,” I reassured my little protector.

  Thatcher patted his shoulder and explained, “Your dad is going to take your mom to the hospital so she can have the baby, and you guys are going to come with us.”

  “That’s not going to work. Your SUV is big, but no way will it fit all the booster and car seats you’d need for this crew,” Justice said, calling attention to the logistical issue of having seven kids between the two couples as he started to lead me around the stands.

  “Kya has a vehicle with her, so we have enough room for everybody,” Thatcher assured him.

  “Perfect.” Justice ran his hand through his hair, heaving a sigh of relief. “You take the kids, and I’ll call when there’s news.”

  “Nuh-uh.” Trevor shook his head. “I’m going with Mommy. She might need me.”

  “I won’t let anything happen to her.” Justice let go of me to bend down to our son’s level. “But I need you to help look after your sisters for me. Can you do that, buddy?”

  Trevor’s chest puffed up, and he nodded. “Yup, I’ll make sure they’re okay.”

  “We’ll get the kids cleaned up and fed, and then we’ll head over to the hospital so Trevor, Dani, and Jenna can meet their baby sister as soon as she’s here,” Imogene offered, flashing a grin at my son. “Since we all know Trevor is going to pester us to head over there before too long.”

  My laughter turned into a gasp when my stomach tightened again, the pain hitting me hard. I reached out and placed my hand on Justice’s shoulder to steady myself. I held on until the contraction passed. “We need to go. Now.”

  Everybody trailed after us and watched as Justice got me settled into one of the captain’s chairs in the second row of our Cadillac Escalade. While he ran around to the other side, Benjamin grabbed my overnight bag—which Justice had put back there a week ago just in case we needed it—from the back and tossed it in the passenger seat. We roared out of the parking lot, but it didn’t matter that Benjamin drove ten miles over the speed limit. It turned out that Imogene had jinxed us by bringing up how angry Justice would be if we didn’t make it to the hospital. I would’ve had the baby in the car if Benjamin hadn’t called for an ambulance on our way there. But at least there was only one this time—a beautiful girl we named Samantha—even if Justice did spank my butt before fucking me hard from behind so he could see his handprin
t after my six-week appointment.

  Epilogue 4

  Justice

  Blair sniffled, and I gently smiled as I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close. Trevor waved excitedly, then spun around and raced into the school with his friends. “He'll be okay,” I assured her softly.

  “My baby is all grown up,” she wailed as tears streamed down her face. She turned in my embrace and buried her face in my shirt as she sobbed. I hated to see her cry, and a part of me felt the same way. So I hurried to comfort her, hoping I'd believe my own words.

  “It's just first grade, bunny,” I reminded her with a kiss to the crown of her head.

  “He'll be driving tomorrow and graduating next week, and the next thing you know, he'll be getting married and won't be my little boy anymore.”

  I couldn't help fighting a chuckle because she was so fucking adorable. “Trevor will always be your baby, Blair.”

  “No, he won’t,” she sniffled again, no longer crying. “His heart will belong to some girl and...and..” I could tell she was ramping up for another round of sobs, so I tried a different tactic.

  “Then he'll have babies of his own, and you'll be able to spoil them rotten.”

  Just as I'd hoped, her head popped up, and she stared up at me with red-rimmed, yet still amazing blue eyes. A tiny smile played at the corners of her mouth, and she hiccuped once before it grew. “Grandbabies?”

  I laughed and squeezed her in a bear hug. “Just think, you'll get to spoil them and send them right back to their parents.”

  “That will be so fun,” she gushed, her mind sufficiently distracted from her sorrow over Trevor starting first grade. Then she sighed. “That's a long way off, though. At least I have Eva to get my baby cuddles.” She frowned slightly, and another little sigh escaped. “She's almost one, Justice. She won't be a baby for very long.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears, and I kissed her. A long, passionate mating of our mouths to give her something else to think about.

  Like always, the heat between us flared red hot, and I instantly grew hard as steel. Before things could get out of hand, I tore my lips from my wife's and guided her swiftly to our car. Once we were inside, I dragged her onto my lap and picked up where we'd left off.

  Most of the blood in my brain had rushed down to my groin, but there was just enough left to recognize that she was ready, even if she hadn't realized it yet.

  * * *

  “Yes!” Blaire cried out as she dropped down onto my long, thick cock. Her large, round tits bounced, leaking droplets of milk onto my chest.

  “Thirsty,” I grunted. I wasn't about to waste any more of her nectar, so I gripped her hips and surged up to take one swollen nipple in my mouth. I swallowed around the hard peak, drawing out more and greedily feeding from her milky tits.

  Blair's head dropped back, and she cried out, her movements becoming faster and more frantic. “Shhhh, bunny,” I mumbled. “Don't wake our babies.” I switched to the other breast, and she whimpered. The kids were all down for the night, which was rare when you had five. So we were taking full advantage of our alone time.

  I glanced up to see her biting her lip, her eyes tightly closed, and her face flushed pink, all the way down her chest. Fuck. She was so gorgeous. Every day that we were together, she grew more and more beautiful. But I reached out and pulled her lip from between her teeth. I stopped moving and glared at her. “You know I don't like it when someone else bites your lips,” I reminded her. She nodded, and when I didn't resume moving right away, she pouted adorably and squeezed her walls around my dick.

  “Your body is hungry for my cock, isn't it, bunny?” I rasped as streaks of pleasure shot through me.

  “Justice,” she breathed. Hearing her say my name while I was fucking her always pushed me so close to the edge. Her pussy had me in a fucking death grip, and when she spasmed, I forgot about being quiet and shouted, “Fuck, yes!” Blair slapped her hand over my mouth and giggled until I yanked her down hard and circled my pelvis, hitting all the right spots. “I’m not going to last, bunny,” I growled. “Tighten that sweet pussy and take me deeply while you come.” Despite five kids and having just turned twenty-five, Blair was tight as fuck and had the ability to make me lose my mind when she came around my cock. “I want you to take every drop of my seed, Blair,” I demanded. “I want to be a daddy one more time.”

  After we had Samantha, Blair had sworn up and down that she was done. A year and a half later, she'd begged me to put another baby inside her while I was fucking her fast and hard against my office wall in an attempt to distract her from the twins starting preschool. I wasn't about to argue since I wanted more children and loved seeing my woman round and swollen with the proof that she was mine.

  Then we had Eva, and she swore that was it, but I still wanted one more. Blair loved nothing more than being a wife and a mother, and I knew she'd always wanted six kids. After sending her oldest off to first grade that morning, I had a feeling she was ready. It was perfect timing too. My mind seemed to naturally keep track of her cycles since the day I'd seen that tampon in her purse when she was sixteen. And my girl was ripe and fertile, ready for me to knock her up.

  “I know you want another baby. Admit it, bunny.” Her pussy clenched, and she moaned, making me smile. Without warning, I flipped her over and shoved her legs up, resting them on my shoulders. Then I plunged back in, bottoming out so my tip pressed into her cervix. “I’m going to pump you full of my cream, baby,” I growled as I retreated just a little, then drove back in and started pounding deep and hard, rutting in her like an animal with its mate. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes.” I grabbed her hands which had been clenched in the sheets and brought them to the apex of her thighs. “You know what I want, bunny.”

  Blair moaned and bucked her hips as her hands slid down, and her fingers pulled her lips apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her pink, needy pussy. “It gets me so fucking hot when you obey me, baby. Now, I want you to come, so your womb sucks up every fucking drop.”

  Blair's head twisted side to side, and she widened her legs, so they dropped and hung over my arms. Her body was perfect for giving me babies, with wide hips and big tits. But she'd also grown curvier with each pregnancy, and it was sexy as fuck. “That's right, bunny. Open up for me.”

  She cried out softly while thrusting her pelvis up as I slammed back in. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Give it to me, Justice. Oh, oh! Yes! Yes!” She pressed her head back into the mattress, her mouth open in a silent scream as she shattered.

  “Good girl,” I praised on a grunt when I felt her cervical wall soften, letting me in even deeper. I watched my cock, shiny from her juices, sink back in one last time as I gave myself over to my climax. “Oh, yeah. Fuck yes, bunny. Fuck!” My voice was gravelly from my clenched jaw. I was trying to hold back my desire to bellow as hot, thick come jetted from my shaft, filling her to the brim. Blair shivered and quaked from the force of her orgasm, but her muscles were tightening as she drew near to another peak. The sight pushed out even more of my seed. “That's it, bunny,” I grunted as I rocked into her over and over. “Come again, baby. I want to make sure you're stuffed full.” I removed her hands so that her folds sealed around my cock, preventing much from slipping out.

  I made her come twice more before collapsing onto the bed, careful not to crush her. I wrapped my legs around hers and rolled to my back, keeping us connected. I fully intended to spend the night buried inside her pussy.

  “I love you so fucking much, bunny.”

  Blair sighed and snuggled into me. “Love you, too, Justice. Always.”

  I kissed her temple and murmured, “Always.”

  It was a fucking miracle that all of our children slept through the night because, when I wasn't sleeping, I was rocking into her pussy and playing with her clit while I sucked on her juicy tits until she gave me another orgasm or two.

  Knowing I'd fucked her into oblivion and let her get very little sleep, I fed our babies and took them to the park. And
a year later, we were at the park again, this time with my beautiful wife curled up beside me and our three-month-old Bianca cradled in my arms.

  Her Love

  Billionaire Thatcher Kendall had everything a man could want. Money. Success. Fame.

  But none of that mattered to him. The only thing he ever desired was the woman who was meant to be his.

  When he finally found her, Thatcher was determined to create the perfect home for them before he claimed Imogene as his own.

  Prologue

  Thatcher

  When you were six foot five with a big, muscular frame, you weren’t exactly hard to miss. I also had the tall, dark, and handsome thing going on. Not that I was particularly vain, but over the years, my brother, Justice, and I had both made The World’s Most Eligible Billionaires list, as well as being categorized in the “Most Sexy” blah blah blah in a dozen magazines. We’d also graced the cover of Forbes magazine multiple times. Apparently, my “dark hair, gray eyes, strong jaw, and full lips” made me desirable and easily noticed.

  So, it completely baffled me that I’d been wandering past the woman of my dreams almost every day for the past month and I’d never so much as caught her eye.

  Imogene Collier, according to her signature on her work, was a street artist, usually set up in Battery Park, not far from my office building. The first time I passed by, the smell of cinnamon and sugar had wafted under my nose, and I’d looked around for a food cart only to realize that it was coming from the artist sitting on a stool, painting. I was immediately drawn in by the emotion behind her paintings…until I saw her. Love hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and one word kept bouncing around in my head over and over. Mine.