Hot Damn(80)

Then Austin eases his hips between my thighs, stroking his cock across my belly before he shifts down. My thighs shake and I let out a soft cry as he sinks inside.

He gives a low moan. I’m still riding the edge as my walls expand around him. He anchors deep, filling me up. I feel myself tightening and releasing on the shaft of his dick.

This is mine. And I’m his. The truth of it hits me so hard I can’t catch my breath as he quickens the pace of his thrusts, pounding hard into me. Everything feels so tender, over-sensitized, almost raw as he fucks me. I’m not sure how much more of it I can stand, but at the same time I never want it to stop.

“Look at me,” he says. His voice is firm, and I immediately do it. His eyes are glassy, not quite focused, but I hold his gaze tight. “Chloe.”

“Austin.”

“Forever.” He slows for a moment, his cock striking my pussy with a vibration I can feel in the back of my throat. “You get that, right?”

I can barely talk. Can barely breathe. I nod. “I get it.”

His smile is soft and a little crooked. “Good.”

And he lets go, everything that’s in him filling me up, never taking his eyes from mine until the last second, when our orgasms shatter the quiet. The wave crashes down on me hard, spreading ecstasy through my veins like liquid fire. Austin lets out a deep groan that sends another thrill to my heart. His eyes close and he leans down and kisses me.

Forever.

That sounds really good to me.





Chapter 14





Austin





I love the off-season these days. Long summer days, time off to spend with the kids. And Chloe, of course.

After five years of marriage, I still get that flutter in my chest when she walks into the room. Especially when she saunters in with our three-year-old on her hip, balancing him against her very pregnant belly. There’ll be five of us in a few weeks—Me, Chloe, Emma, Ben, and the little girl we’re going to name after my momma.

Momma’s gone, but she got to see Chloe and me at the altar. Emma spends a lot more time with us now. I’m not sure what happened, but about a week after we got married, Chloe had “lunch” with Megan, and the next thing I knew, I was signing new court papers that said I had primary custody and Megan got a weekend every month. I felt bad about it at first, but as time went by, Megan actually started to act like it worked better for her. She’s married too, now, and her new husband gets along great with Emma. So does Megan. I think in the long run, it turned out best for all of us.

But especially for me. I give Chloe a grin, and she gives me that lopsided smile that means if I play my cards right, I’ll get lucky once the kids are in bed. Which is perfect, because damn if she isn’t sexy as fuck with that baby inside her.

“You got my dinner cooked yet?” she asks me, giving me a once-over like she’s stripping me naked.

I laugh and walk over to take Ben from her. “Not quite yet. You want to help me out with that, buddy?”

“Yup,” says Ben.

I wink at Chloe, and Ben and I start working on grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Emma wanders in halfway through the process and helps dish things up.

After dinner, I supervise while Emma reads Ben a bedtime story. She’s just learning to muddle her way through Green Eggs and Ham, and it’s the cutest damn thing ever. When we’re done and Ben is all tucked in, I tuck Emma in and head back downstairs to see how Chloe’s doing. After dinner is her alone time right now, so she can get in a bit of rest. The pregnancy is weighing pretty heavily on her, and I can tell she’s more than ready to meet our newest family member.

She’s stretched out on the couch when I come down, eyes closed and one hand cupping her belly. I ease down onto the couch next to her and take her hand in mine.

“How are you doing, baby?”

“I’m fine.”

“You look tired.”

“Of course I look tired. I’m like, thirty-seven months pregnant.” She sighs. “Why did I decide to do this again?”

Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead gently. “Because Ben is a great kid, and Mirabella will be, too.”

She smiles a little. “I know.” She reaches up to stroke a hand through my hair. “Mirabella. It’s such a delicate name for a baby who kicks like a soccer player.”

“Well, maybe she’ll be into sports like her daddy.”

I stroke the wide curve of her belly. The baby seems still at the moment, but Chloe’s stomach rises and falls as she breathes.

We’re quiet for a few minutes, and then I lean forward and kiss the back of her shoulder.

“I love you, Austin,” she says after a few moments.

“I love you too, Doc.”

She laughs. “I guess if I haven’t gotten you trained by now, it’s probably a lost cause.”

Tracing my nose along the curve of her neck, I tell her, “Doesn’t mean you should stop trying.”

“Never,” she says. “Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll learn.”

“I doubt it.”

I pull her into my arms and we both lean into the couch. My hand on her belly feels movement now; maybe we woke up the baby. There’s a tiny foot pressing against my palm, and then it pulls back. In a few weeks, she’ll join Emma and Ben and Chloe and me. My first game back, I’ll dedicate to her.

I’ve got everything I ever wanted and more. And I’m never, ever giving it up.

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Wrong





A Bad Boy Romance




I stole her to make a baby…

Wrong? Hell yeah, it’s wrong. Wise guys never live by the rules, but there’s one you don’t break.

I’m not a damn bit sorry. I’m done with one-night stands. I need a family to call my own. A wife. A kid.

I found the perfect girl: Sarah. The second I felt her curves, I knew she was destined to be mine. It’s been explosive since we met, and it’s only getting hotter. I won’t stop until she’s carrying my baby.

One problem—she’s engaged to an abusive bastard. Sal. The man next in line to become my boss. He doesn’t deserve the girl or the job. And ever since I took Sarah, he’s out for blood.

She wants to leave him, so we made a pact: protection for a baby.

I know it’s wrong.

Ask me again if I care.



Bring it.





Chapter 1





Nick





“Hit me.”

The dealer drops a card. I glance at it, do quick math, and realize I broke twenty-one. Oh well. Can’t win them all. She gives me a small smile.

She’s a pretty thing—dark hair, dark eyes. I wonder what my chances are of taking her home. Probably pretty good. The Spada family’s paying her, after all. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll say yes to anything anybody asks her.

We finish up the hand, and I accept my losses like a man. Blackjack’s not my game anyway. I should find some other way to enjoy this party. There are plenty of other nice pieces of tail to check out, and I can have any one of them. Don’t even have to play my cards right. Which is a good thing, since that’s exactly what I just didn’t do.

Phil Spada likes having parties at casinos. It’s a moneymaker for him, and it puts him in good with local businessmen. He needs to be in good with somebody right now, since he sure as hell isn’t hanging on too well in his own business.

You want to run a mob organization, you need to be respected. But in the Spada family, things are up in the air. Everybody’s edgy. Nobody’s confident. People are jockeying for power.

I’m one of them.

The party was a good idea, I have to admit, but it’s too little too late. If Spada wanted this get-together to convince us he’s still got his fingers on the pulse of the organization, he’s fallen short by about a mile. Mile and a half, maybe.

Still, no point in not enjoying it, or at least trying to. Nothing’s really sparking me. I try to tell myself it’s just the party—the tension, the emptiness of it, the way everybody’s trying to have fun just like nothing’s changed. Truth is, I’ve been like this for a while. Just…kind of dull. Dreary. Going through the motions, mostly. Ever since Dad died.

Fuck that shit. Time for a drink, maybe, while I try to get my thoughts in order. I glance toward the bar.

Well, what do you know? It’s Salvatore De Luca. He’s got a girl next to him, but her back’s to me and I can’t tell who it is right off. It’s probably his latest arm candy, though. Susan? Sheri? No, Sarah. I don’t understand how any woman can spend more than about fifteen seconds in his company, though. Just the sight of him makes me want to go spit in his drink. Or, better yet, in his face.

I’d better get used to looking at him, though. Right now it looks like he’s next in line to the Spada family empire. Spada’s been grooming Sal since Carmine bit it. Nobody likes that. Sal’s an asshole—more so even than most of the rest of us. If we don’t trust Spada right now, double that for Sal. It’s pretty well agreed upon that, if he takes over Spada’s place, things are going to get ugly.