With one of them on either side, they lead me a few more steps, then stop. Logan puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple, while Knox slides his arm around my waist. Or at least where my waist used to be.
It's currently an enormous bump that kicks sometimes.
"Okay, now you can open your eyes," Logan says.
I blink, then gasp.
It's a two-story log cabin. Both stories have balconies on the front, and the whole thing is perfect and rustic all at once, like it's from a country living magazine.
"You like it?" Knox asks, anxiously.
"You guys," I whisper, putting on hand on my belly. "I love it."
I'm tearing up. I tear up at everything these days, but I think I'd tear up at this even without the hormones.
I knew they were building it, but I was picturing a bigger version of the cabin where we live now — nice enough, perfectly functional, cozy. It's nothing spectacular, but it's home.
But this. This is spectacular and jaw dropping, even if they finished it a month late. I'll admit that I was worried we'd be moving when my water broke or something.
"Come on, we'll give you the tour," Logan says, and takes my hand. Knox's arm is still around me, protectively.
They've always been protective, but it's ramped up in the past six months. When I first realized I was pregnant — and yeah, I'm one of those girls who never kept very good track of her periods, so I was almost two months in before I finally figured it out — I was terrified to tell them. True, we hadn't exactly been using protection, but a baby?
It's big. Huge. Crazy huge.
But they were ecstatic. I think Knox nearly cried with happiness, and I was more relieved than I could even say, because the second the pregnancy test showed positive, I was already in love with it.
And, because there was no way we could have a baby in the cabin, they built a house. Not to mention that ever since the moment I started to show, they've both been completely crazed with lust, and the bigger I get, the hornier they are.
Even though right now, eight months in, I'm so gigantic that I can barely roll over in bed, so I don't think I'm all that great at sex.
"This is the living room," Logan starts, showing me a room with cathedral ceilings and tall windows. "Those are double-paned, so it'll keep the heat in during the winter, and through here is the kitchen..."
They show me the whole house, room by room, pointing out the little things they added that they think I'll like. We head upstairs — slowly, in my case — and the very last room they show me is the master bedroom.
"We have a surprise," Logan says.
I raise my eyebrows.
"We got one piece of furniture already," Knox admits.
Logan pushes the door open, and inside is the biggest bed I've ever seen. Knox stands behind me, one arm around me, one slung protectively over my big belly.
"You up for trying it out?" he asks, his mouth close to my ear.
My entire body sparks to life.
"We should definitely make sure it works," I agree.
He grins, then picks me up and carries me to our bed, putting me down very gently. Logan's already there, and he sits behind me, nuzzling my neck, his hands on my belly as well.
"I can't fucking wait to be inside you," he whispers, still dirty as hell, pulling the skirt I'm wearing up my legs. "I love you, Rose."
I kiss Knox slowly, his hands gentle on my sore, swollen breasts.
"I love you too," he murmurs.
"I love you both," I say.
Then they take me at the same time on our new bed, and everything is perfect.
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I’m obsessed with my secretary.
The way she walks. The way she looks at me. The way she says my name, especially when she says yes.
Yes, Mr. Declan.
I know better. I’m not just her boss, I’m the owner of the entire firm - and she’s just barely out of college and out at her first job.
Sweet. Inexperienced. Innocent.
I don’t just want Sloane. I want to own her, possess her, dominate her body and soul in every way I know how.
Come hell or high water, I won’t stop until she’s mine.
I’ve got a crush on my boss.
I shouldn’t. I know. I should find someone my own age to date, but I can’t stop thinking about my dominant, commanding boss.
Every time I walk into his office my knees turn to jelly. All I can think about is Mr. Declan bending me over his desk and taking me, making me his.
I could get fired for this, but there’s something in the way he looks at me, something in the way he speaks to me, and something about him that makes me want to beg him for more.
Please, Mr. Declan. Please.
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I’m in love with the boss’s daughter.
Emmy Winchester’s completely off-limits. Not only do her parents own the ranch where I work, she’s not the kind of girl I should be with.
She’s too sweet, too untouched, too pure. Emmy deserves a gentleman, and I’m anything but gentle.
But I can’t deny that her wide-eyed innocence makes me want her. Her sweetness makes me want to take her until she screams my name with those perfect, plump lips.
I need Emmy to be mine. I need to dominate her, control her, have her in every single way that I can.
I should resist, but I don’t know if I can.
I’ve always had a thing for cowboys.
Colton True has been my crush for longer than I want to admit — and now he’s here, working at my parents’ ranch again.
He’s rough, rugged, and beyond handsome, with a body carved by wrangling horses and sweating in the sun. But then, I know a man like that would never want a girl as inexperienced as me.
But when he finds me in the barn, puts his hands on me, and whispers filthy things in my ear? Things that no one’s ever said to me before?
Well, I’m not so sweet that I can’t be dirty sometimes...
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School Me Dirty
A College Romance
Chapter 1
Melody
A bead of sweat trickles down the valley between my breasts, and I fight the urge to wipe it away, tapping my pen against my notebook to distract myself.
Even though it’s fifteen degrees outside, the university has the heat in this building turned all the way up, and it’s stifling.
“And so, the sack of Rome in 410 A.D. was, in many ways, the end of the western Roman Empire,” Professor Sharpe says, his deep, rich voice practically echoing through the lecture hall. “Of course, the Byzantine Empire would continue for another thousand years, but that’s another class.”
As he speaks, he unbuttons one cuff of his shirt and begins rolling his sleeve up, still talking about Roman governmental reforms.
I can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through my ears as I curl my fingers around my pen, just watching his sleeve rise higher and higher. He rolls it just past his tattoo, to the crook of his elbow, then starts the other sleeve.
Just the sight of his forearms is enough to make me tingle there, and I cross my legs in my short skirt, hoping I don’t seem suspicious. My thighs are practically shaking, and I can tell I’m so wet I’ve already soaked through my panties.
After a few moments, he turns to the blackboard again, both sleeves rolled up, and I swallow hard. His gray pants cup his hard, muscular ass, and I can’t help but think about sinking my nails into that perfect, firm flesh, raking them up his back as I cry out.
“Any questions?” Professor Sharpe asks, dusting his hands off.
His bright green eyes roam the medium-sized hall, and he flexes his square jaw as he looks from student to student, waiting for someone to raise their hand.
I hold my breath and look at my notes. I’ve written things down, and I’ll be able to decipher them later, but I’ve been so nervous about asking him that I’ve barely listened.
“No one?” he says, his tone light and casual.
Then I look up. His eyes land on me, and I feel like my stomach ties itself into one giant knot, like I’m a deer in the headlights.
He knows, I think, clamping my thighs together even harder. He knows that I go straight home and masturbate after class, that sometimes I don’t even make it to my apartment and do it in the bathroom here.
He knows that I spent half the class thinking about him bending me over the desk and fucking me as hard as I can, making me moan his name over and over again...
“Guess I explained everything perfectly, then,” he says, a slight smile around his eyes. He’s still staring at me, and I don’t think my heart’s beaten yet. “See everyone on Tuesday.”
The rest of the class rises, and mercifully, someone blocks our line of sight. I exhale in a rush, fanning myself with my notebook. I put my school supplies away slowly, gathering the courage to go up to him once everyone else has left and ask...