by Alex Wolf
I want to be buried as deep inside Tate as humanly possible, joined together as one when I explode inside her. Her frantic hands paw at the sheets and I look down as she bites into a pillow.
I groan and let loose, pumping into her sweet cunt. After a few grunts, her pussy contracts around me and she milks the last bit of come from my cock.
I slide out of her and she crawls up next to me as I pull her into a tight embrace, kissing her on the temple. I push a few sweaty strands of hair from her cheek. “Glad I caught you in time.”
“Me too.” Her arms squeeze tight around my middle, her head resting on my chest. She nuzzles into me and I could seriously lie here like this for the rest of my life.
Words can’t adequately describe the pure joy taking over my body right now. It’s better than any drug in the world, that’s for damn sure.
“Move in with me. With Jenny and me.” I don’t ask. I tell her.
Pulling away, she looks up at me and smiles big. “Promise you’ll never let me go?”
“Never, babe. Never.” I bring my mouth down on hers, sealing my promise with a kiss.
Decker
“It’s so hot.” Jenny fans a hand in front of her face as we walk to the rental car. I’d laugh but I’m sweating too. Neither of us are used to this heat.
“That’s Texas for you.”
“Dad, I’m seriously melting.”
I unlock the jeep I rented for the weekend and stick our bags in the backseat. It’s been a little over three months since the airport rescue, as I like to call it. Tate’s been here in Dallas the past two weeks organizing her move to Chicago. I wanted to come down sooner but couldn’t get away from the firm.
My phone rings. Speaking of the woman who owns my heart. “Hey.”
“When can I see you?”
“Soon. I’m just getting in the rental. I’ll be at the hotel within the hour if traffic isn’t a nightmare.” I didn’t tell her Jenny’s with me. She was supposed to stay with Joselyn, but they had a fight over a boy, and I decided to bring her along.
“Drive safe. I love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
I end the call and tuck the phone back in my pocket. Jenny buckles in on the passenger side and groans for me to get the air conditioning rolling. “Let’s go, Dad. I’m dying.” She twists the cap off a water bottle and chugs.
I climb into the driver’s side, eager to see Tate. Sure, we’ve video chatted every night but it’s not the same.
After fighting traffic for forty-five minutes we arrive at the hotel. We check in and take our bags up to the room. Tate’s supposed to meet me here before dinner at her brother’s house. She’s dying to show me off. Her words not mine. I’m a little nervous. This is a huge step. Being introduced to family makes it all real.
Jenny goes into the bathroom to change and when she comes out, I nearly have a heart attack. My baby girl looks like a woman in a cotton-candy-pink miniskirt and matching top that has the thinnest straps I’ve ever seen.
“Do you like it?” She twirls around.
“What the hell are you wearing?”
“Dad!” Jenny glares at me.
I never really curse in front of her, even though I don’t think hell is actually a curse word. It was probably the way I said it.
“What? Okay, sorry, go back in and come out and try again.”
She throws up her hands and huffs her frustration, then goes in the bathroom and walks back out. She plasters the fakest, most sarcastic smile on her face and says, “Do you like it?”
I never really thought Jenny was much like me. She’s always so sweet and innocent, but as her teen years continue, I see more of myself in her every day.
I think carefully about what I say next. Fucking women, they cause you to overanalyze everything. “It’s umm, you look beautiful in it. Maybe a little, umm, too beautiful, though?”
She shakes her head at me like she wants to say really?
I’m sure I fucked up somehow and she’ll let me know about it for days.
She twirls around and reveals she’s wearing shorts underneath.
Thank fuck, but still… if this is how she plans on dressing I’m going to end up in an early grave or send somebody to one for looking at her. It’s too mature.
She grins her ass off and raises her eyebrows. “Tate bought it for me.”
My jaw clenches. Goddamn it, Tate. I’m going to take her over my knee and spank her ass when I get my hands on her.
There’s a knock on the door and I open it. It’s Tate. She leaps into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and her mouth crashes into mine. She grinds against my cock and I’m met with a raging hard-on coupled with embarrassment.
I pull back and lick my lips, sliding her down to the floor. Maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea not telling her Jenny was coming.
Her face goes red when she sees Jenny behind me. “Oh. Hey, sweetie. I had no idea you were coming this weekend.” She says the last sentence through gritted teeth as she turns her head to look right into my eyes. She plasters on a fake smile, then turns back to Jenny. “And you look adorable.”
Thank God I have the outfit she bought as leverage. “So this was your idea?” I wave a hand in front of my daughter.
“Err… well I thought it was cute and she loved it when we were shopping for her dance.”
The vein in my neck starts to pulse. “Jenny, go change.”
“But, Dad.”
“Now please.” I narrow my eyes on Tate.
Jenny stomps back into the bathroom on the verge of tears.
Tate folds her arms and looks up at the ceiling.
“You’re in big trouble, sweetheart.” I step into her space and move her arms away from her body. My mouth goes to her neck and I bite down in a playful way.
“It was a gift.” Her tone is soft.
“I know, and she can wear it as a bathing suit cover-up to the pool.” I scrub a hand over my face. “I swear to God, are you trying to give me a heart attack? I’m going to spank your ass for this.”
“Is that a warning?” She smirks.
“It’s a promise.”
“I’ll tell you what. Let Jenny wear her new outfit, and I’ll take the spankings for it.”
I lean back and grin my ass off. “It seems like you both win in that scenario.”
“I should’ve never picked a smart one.” Tate slides a hand up my chest, obviously trying to butter me up so Jenny can wear her new outfit.
I’m no fool. I know exactly what she’s doing, but it still always seems to work somehow.
“I’ll never tell you how to parent, Decker. But I am a woman, which means I was a teenage girl once. If you try to force Jenny into doing whatever you want, well…” She whistles as her words trail off. “You’re gonna have a rough time, bucko.”
“I don’t want my daughter dressing like…”
“A slut?”
I point a finger at her, not in a menacing way. “I didn’t say that.”
“You say it to me in the bedroom all the time.” She waggles her eyebrows, clearly enjoying fucking with me.
Goddamn women!
“That’s exactly why she shouldn’t be wearing that shit.”
“Decker, Decker, Decker. Think through this problem like an attorney and not an emotional father. Let’s look at the facts, okay?”
I shrug. “Okay.” She’ll tell me anyway, whether I want her to or not. But she does have a point. I want my relationship with Jenny to stay strong, even though I know she’s growing up and becoming more independent.
“Your daughter is the sweetest child. She’s smart, funny, adorable, incredibly mature for her age, and she makes fantastic decisions. You trust her, right?”
“Of course I do. I trust her more than I trust me to make good decisions.”
“What’s it going to hurt for her to wear that outfit while she’s down here? Did you feel the heat outside? It’s not like she’s wearing it to a club or party or down a da
rk alley late at night.”
I hold up a hand because I’m already tired of the conversation, and I don’t need her to tell me how wrong I am any longer. “Jenny?” I holler out the side of my mouth.
Jenny walks out in the clothes she wore on the way over. “Yeah?” She does not sound enthusiastic as she asks the question.
“You can wear the outfit here.”
Her eyes light up. “I can?”
“Yes, it was a gift. But don’t make a habit of this, okay?”
She rushes over and grips me in a bear hug. “Thank you so much, Dad!”
“You’re welcome, slugger.” I plant a kiss on her forehead.
She turns to Tate. “You talked him into it, didn’t you?”
Tate glances up at me with an evil grin, like she’s about to betray me. We both know she is. “Of course I did, sweetie.”
“So, it’s really you I should be thanking.” They both grin at me, knowing how much they love to get under my skin and see me all riled up.
I just throw my hands up. “Can we get on with our day please? You two are killing me.”
“Awww.” Tate grabs one of my cheeks and they both wrap their arms around me and hug at the same time. “We love you, Decker.”
“Yeah, Dad. You know we love you.”
As frustrated as they might make me sometimes, I wouldn’t trade these two for anything in the world. This is my life. My family.
Epilogue
Tate
Six months later
“You almost ready, babe?” Decker calls to me from the bedroom.
“Just finishing my hair.” I look over my reflection and that one curl that always gives me trouble is actually behaving tonight.
Decker walks up behind me. His hands land on my hips and his mouth at my ear. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Not looking so bad yourself.”
He kisses my neck. “Think anyone will miss us if we show up late?”
“They’d definitely miss you. You worked your ass off to make this merger a reality and now it’s finally paying dividends.”
“Oh, they’d miss you too. How did I get so lucky to secure you in the deal?” He grins at me in the mirror.
“Secure me?” I scoff, twisting around to face him. I put a palm to his chest.
“Damn right. Your ass belongs to me in perpetuity.” He knows when he drops his voice down low like that, I can’t resist him. It makes me weak in the knees.
“I think you better take me to this party.” I wink and start toward the car.
Decker follows me out, dressed in his best suit. My favorite one. It’s a dark blue Hugo Boss with a light blue shirt that makes his eyes pop. I’m a lucky woman. We’ve been living together for the past three months. It took some convincing to get me to agree. I didn’t want to jump in too fast although I stayed over nearly every night anyway.
We make it to the firm’s cafeteria, and it has been transformed. Everything is so fancy with catered food, linen-covered tables, twinkling lights, champagne, ice sculptures. We enter and Decker is well received. People pull him in ten different directions, but he keeps a tight hold on my hand. The main players from The Hunter Group are all present. Weston is here with his wife, Brooke. She runs a nonprofit for women and children. Brodie has April on his arm; she designed the dress I’m wearing. Jaxson is with his longtime love, Jenna. Maxwell shows off Claire, and I smile to myself. She’s wearing a new collar. They’re freaks in the sheets, that’s for damn sure. The stuff she tells me would make a porn star blush.
Weston and Decker shake hands. Jaxson steals Decker for a minute and Weston leans in and whispers, “You two make a nice couple. Glad you didn’t fuck it up.”
I shake my head and smile. “Yeah, glad I didn’t fuck it up. That’s a good one, boss.”
Weston moves off to mingle, leaving me alone with the rest of the Collins brothers. Some of my female coworkers from Dallas strut past us.
“Maybe this shit show will work out after all…” Donavan trails off, smirking, his gaze following them across the room.
He and Decker have been at war over everything the last six months. I think Decker is more hurt than pissed off, to be honest.
I smile at the brothers. “Told you, boys. The women are better in Texas, and smarter too, so you probably don’t stand a chance.”
Deacon laughs. “We’ll see about that. This ain’t golf, darlin’,” he says, practicing his southern drawl.
“Yeah, you can’t find the hole under any circumstances.”
Dexter dies laughing, while Deacon pretends he needs someone to administer CPR.
As they walk off toward the bar, Dexter says to Deacon, “She’s the fucking queen of burns. I don’t know why you do that to yourself.”
I can’t help but grin. Decker’s brothers—at least the twins—are slowly becoming more tolerable.
I sip on my cocktail and watch the party in motion around me, proud of the work Decker has done.
Decker comes up from behind and wraps his arms around me, interlacing his fingers across my stomach. “Still hate my brothers?”
“They’re growing on me.”
“Something’s growing on me too.” His voice is low and seductive in my ear.
“We’re at a work party.” I spin and smack at his chest.
He puts a palm over my hand and gives me that smoldering stare that sends my heart racing. “Come with me.”
I follow, unable to say no.
He escorts me out to the roof deck. The city is lit up with Lake Michigan in the backdrop. Lights reflect off the rippling water. It’s beautiful up here at night. Like a scene out of a movie.
“Sweetheart.” He takes both my hands in his. “The day we met, I knew there was something special about you. I never imagined what would follow. I never imagined I’d find someone who could fit into mine and Jenny’s lives so seamlessly. You put me in my place more times than I can count. You put up with me. You know me better than anyone. You’re my best friend. My partner. The only woman…” He pauses and drops to one knee.
Tears stream from my eyes, and I both hate and love that he can turn me into a blubbering mess.
Once down on his knee, Decker continues, “I want to share my life with. Will you marry me?”
He drops my hand and produces a giant diamond solitaire from his pocket.
My hand shoots up over my mouth as I nod through my tears. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” I bolt into him, nearly knocking him off balance, but he catches me. He hooks an arm around my waist.
Our mouths collide and I can’t stop crying long enough to fully kiss him back.
After a long embrace, Decker pulls back and slips the princess-cut diamond ring on my finger. I can’t stop staring at it sparkling in the moonlight.
He looks over my shoulder and says, “Did you get it? Please tell me you got it.”
Jenny pops out from behind one of the deck chairs with her phone. She sniffles and has to wipe tears from her eyes as she nods. “Yeah, Dad, I got it all.”
“Where did you come from?”
“Uncle Weston snuck me up here.” She turns to her father and puts a hand on his chest. “Oh. My. God. Dad, you were amazing. You did it even better than when we practiced.”
I turn to Decker. “You practiced this? With Jenny?”
Decker shrugs. “Wanted it to be perfect.”
Decker starts to say something, but Jenny squeals and practically tackles me. “I’m so happy for you two.”
“Thanks. And thanks for showing your dad how to do that. I’m sure you wrote the speech for him.”
Jenny turns to her father and beams with pride. “Actually, he was adamant that I didn’t help him with it. He wanted it to come from the heart.”
She holds up my hand like it’s a display and inspects the ring. “Look how beautiful it looks on her hand, Dad.”
Decker nods and they both stare at it.
After a few quick seconds, Decker brings us both in for a hug. �
��My two ladies. I love you both so much.”
Jenny and I in unison say, “We love you too.”
The party seems like an afterthought now. I just want to stand here with my two favorite people in Chicago and stare out at Lake Michigan forever. I know without a doubt this is it… this is my happily ever after.
Be sure to grab you BONUS epilogue! The link is at the end of Filthy Playboy.
Quinn
When I first took a job at a law firm, I never thought I’d end up in a supply closet with a partner balls-deep inside me.
Oh, and it’s not just any partner seconds away from curling my toes—it’s Deacon Collins. My boss’s brother.
The shameful part is, it’s not the first time.
Not even close.
I need to put a stop to it. These quickies are becoming more and more frequent, and I tell myself it’s the last after each one.
“Fuck, Quinn.” His tone is raspy as his lips drag down the side of my neck. He’s possessive and hungry, nipping his teeth along my collarbone as he thrusts into me from behind.
A large, firm hand slides up my thigh and yanks my white panties farther across my ass. I wore them for him. There’s something about white seeming virginal that turns him on. I shouldn’t encourage his fantasies, but I do. We’re playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that’s part of the thrill for both of us.
I inhale a breath, taking in his masculine scent. There’s something primal and raw about Deacon Collins.
He slides out of me, and I immediately miss the connection.
My skirt rides farther up my ass as he turns me and lifts me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and smirk over his shoulder when I spot new storage containers in the corner. They’re filled with everything that once occupied the space where I’m sitting. “Clean up for me?”
“Shit was always in my way.” His breath fans over my lips as he leans in closer to kiss me.
He gazes at me with gray eyes that remind me of a storm approaching. His torturous fingers rub over my clit, and I don’t know how much more I can take. Deacon loves to toy with me—tease me. He always needs to be in complete control.