Surprise Daddies (#1-4 Box Set)

by London James

  She takes a deep breath and keeps going. “I don’t have a good reason for doing what I did. Everything, every excuse that I have told myself at the time made sense. It wasn’t you. You were perfect, Rowan.” Even with her back turned, I can see the tears fall down her cheeks, one after the other, drop upon drop.

  I step forward to grasp her wrist, and an electric current zaps between us. I want her to turn around so bad. But she won’t. I know that if I see the pain in her emerald eyes, it will break me. But maybe that’s what I need.

  “Look at me,” I beg.

  She shakes her head, causing more tears to rush down her cheeks. “I can’t.”

  “Give me that much, Everly. Please. Look at me.”

  Slowly, trembling with emotion, she spins around on shaky legs. My stomach twists, my nerves shatter, my heart trips over the ache. I let out a quaking breath to try and calm myself, but my lungs aren’t working. I don’t let go of her wrist. The feel of her smooth skin on mine takes everything away. Suddenly, it’s just me and her alone.

  I’m on cloud nine again.

  “He has to have something. Someone had to have something for you not to want my love, Everly. Just tell me because I can’t live like this anymore.”

  She opens her eyes, and my knees buckle. She’s so damn beautiful it hurts. “Don’t cry, Everly. Please. I’m barely keeping it together,” I beg as I swallow my emotion the best I can, but I can still feel a single tear dripping down my own cheek.

  Her lips quiver as she breaks eye contact with me, and she stares at the ceiling before wiping her eyes. “Rowan, I’m sorry.”

  I cup her face with my hands and make her look at me. “Tell me what I did. Was it not… was it not good for you? Did I do something wrong?” I won’t ever tell her that I had no idea what I was doing because I was a virgin too, but this has to be cleared up. It sounds so stupid talking about it two years later, but with her standing in front of me, and my hands holding her delicate face, it’s like I’m back there all over again.

  She pinches her brows and lays her hands on top of mine. Her tears get trapped by our fingers as she cries. “Oh my god, Rowan. No, that was never it. That will never be it. That was the best night of my life. It was amazing. You were amazing. It was everything I dreamed of. I need you to know that.”

  I smile, remembering how good it felt to be with her. I lay my forehead on hers. “If it was everything, why did you go? Why did you leave me?”

  “You wouldn’t understand,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over my lips, teasing me with the faint remembrance of her taste.

  I rub my nose against hers, closing my eyes, taking in how she feels against me. It’s been so long. My life feels right again. My heart doesn’t ache anymore. This is how it’s supposed to be. I don’t want to talk anymore. I just want to feel her. I need to. It’s been too long.

  I tilt my head to the side and hover my lips over hers. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted them. I only got to taste them once, and it was nowhere near enough.

  “What are you doing?” she pulls back a little, gasping as I take a step forward to close the distance she put between us.

  “Shh, don’t question it because right now I don’t really know. I just know I need you.”

  “I need you too, Rowan.”

  My name falling from her lips breaks the last resolve I have.

  I press her against the door, pelvis to pelvis, and close the distance between us. I keep my hands on her face, caressing her cheeks, moving to push my lips harder against hers. She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow it down like it’s water, and I’m a dehydrated man. I plunge my tongue inside her lips, licking those divine taste buds. Her tongue duels with mine but not for domination. Instead, she pulls me even closer to her. It makes me flex my hips, rocking my cock against her. Her lips are so perfect and round. I’ve never stopped remembering our first kisses, and for so long the fantasy of kissing her again was a luxury I wanted desperately.

  Still is.

  Breaking our lips apart for a second to catch my breath. I groan as my body trembles with need. My cock jerks in my jeans, aching to be inside her again, the place I belong. I run my hands down her neck, my fingers dragging along the soft column of her neck, tracing her collarbones, running them down her chest until I hit the curve of her breasts.

  Her breaths are coming out harsh, and her cheeks are red from desire, for me. I stop before I go further and take a chance to examine her face. God damn, she is beautiful. Her eyes are my favorite thing about her. They are pools of melted emerald stones, glistening in the sun. Hypnotizing. Erotic. Mine. Always have been. Always will be.

  No matter what curves life throws at us, no matter the space we put between us, I know we will always find our way back to each other.

  “I love you, Rowan. That’s never changed.”

  Her words elicit a deeply content growl from my throat, and I plunder her mouth again. My cock has never been so hard. My soul has never been so aflame. No one has ever felt so good before. No matter how hard I tried, no one ever felt as right as Everly.

  “I love you too, Everly,” I push her hair back behind her ears so I can see her entire face. “I can’t believe how long I’ve loved you.”

  She smiles like I’ve given her the world and presses her lips against mine again. My hand reaches for the doorknob, and we fumble through the bedroom. I kick the door shut with my foot and yank my shirt off by grabbing the back of the collar.

  “I always loved it when you took your shirt off like that. It’s so hot,” she grins with a lick of her lips.

  I smirk, showing the dimple in my right cheek. Another thing that drives her crazy. “I know. Why do you think I always made sure to do it that way?” I lift the hem of her shirt, touching the taut muscle of her stomach as I yank the damned material off.

  Her body is different, more curvaceous. Her hips are wider, her breasts are fuller, the dip in her waist is more pronounced. I didn’t think I could be even more attracted to her than I was before, but somehow I am. All I want to do is wake up to Everly, every day, for the rest of my life.

  She has been my entire life so far, so what would I know about actually living without her? A world without Everly Madison is not a world I’d want to be part of.

  I run one finger under the strap of her bra and pull it down her slim shoulder. Her hands trail down my chest, and she runs her thumbs over my nipples, making me inhale.

  “You look different,” she says.

  “Is that a good thing?”

  She bites her lip and nods, “Very.”

  It looks like both of us have filled out in all the right places. I lay her on the bed and kiss her again while my hands remove her bra. I toss it the side and look down.

  “Fuck,” I grope the mounds in my palms, kneading the soft, tender flesh. “I’ve always loved your tits.” Her nipples are a pale pink, hard and wanting, waiting for me to give them pleasure.

  “Rowan,” she withers under me, clawing at my chest as I pluck the beaded nubs.

  I kiss my way down her chest and lick to her chest, darting right and swirling my tongue around one nipple before making my way to the next. Her fingers tug on the short strands of my hair as I work my way down her elegant body. So soft, so refined, so smooth.

  I unbutton her jeans and tug them off along with her shoes. I can see her, light patch of hair above her pussy. My shaft twitches at the sight, and pre-come pools into my briefs. I’m leaking like a sieve; the anticipation of getting inside her is slowly killing me.

  Next, I grab a fistful of her lacy underwear and rip them from her body. She gasps, but then moans, clutching the comforter in her hands so hard her knuckles turn white. She’s all waxed and trimmed in a pretty, vertical, wide line. I always love it when women keep their pubic hair. It’s so womanly.

  I spread her folds apart, and my mouth waters from how wet she is. I’m dying for a taste. I’ve been wanting to see how sweet she is since I was seventeen. I swipe my ton
gue along her slit, and she lets out a very loud moan that sends shivers down my shaft.

  I don’t know how long I can keep this up. My cock is so hard, it hurts. It actually, physically hurts. I dip my tongue into her pussy and scoop her cream into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

  Pears. She tastes like fucking pears.

  “You taste so good,” I mutter as I unbutton my pants and push them down my legs until I can kick them off. I latch back on to her clit, sucking and nibbling until her back bends off the bed and she is shouting my name to the heavens.

  I can’t take it anymore.

  I wrap my hand around my cock and rest it against her folds. Our eyes meet for a second, and she nods, her beautiful emeralds glazed over with desire.

  In one quick motion, I’m sheath inside her in one long stroke. Both of us moan at the same time. Her hands clutch my ass, pushing me further inside her, making sure she has every inch. “It’s been too long,” I whisper.

  “Never again,” she gasps, as she kisses her way down my neck, sucking on a hot spot right above my collarbone. We’ve never had time to explore each other before. I don’t know how she knows what I like, but I won’t question it.

  It just reassures how we are supposed to be together.

  I rock against her, slow and steady, trying my best not to come already. She’s so fucking tight, reminding me of how she felt the night we lost our virginities to each other. Her wet walls suck my cock into her depths with every stroke.

  “Rowan, more. Faster.”

  I bite my lip, needing some amount of pain to keep me from coming. I’m close. I’m too close. I lay my hand in the middle of her chest and give her all I have. I fuck her hard and fast, barely keeping control of myself. Next time, it will be better, but right now, I need to take the edge off.

  “Yes, Rowan. Like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t!”

  “I never plan on stopping,” I growl before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. The base of my spine tingles sending the best sensations through my shaft.

  “I’m going to come,” she cries, and the start of her orgasm squeezes me tighter than I ever thought possible.

  “Come with me,” I gasp, as my impending orgasm steals my breath.

  “Everly,” I whisper, at the same time she says my name.

  We shout at the top of our lungs from the pleasure. Fuck, so much pleasure. I empty my seed inside her, pushing it deeper with every thrust as her spasming walls help bring it to her womb.

  I collapse on top of her, shaking, and take her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I go to roll to my side to situate myself next to her, but I roll off the bed and hit the wood floor with a hard smack.

  “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I groan as the dream vanishes and reality appears. “Ow.” I get on my hands and knees, groaning as pain sears my hip. Yep, that will leave a bruise. I stumble over to the bathroom and flip the light on and curse when I see myself in the mirror.

  Cheeks are flushed. Sweat drips down my temples. Come is splattered along my chest with a few drops in the thick of my bush above my cock. I run to the bed to make sure Everly isn’t there because that felt too real. There’s no way we weren’t having sex. Except I see more come on the bed—my come.

  I pull the strands in my hair as I try not to freak out. A wet dream? A fucking wet dream? What am I? Fourteen?

  I sit on the bed and look down at my semi-hard cock still leaking my orgasm. The best orgasm I’ve ever had since I was eighteen in the cab of my truck. “We need to move on. And you aren’t helping things by wanting her,” I say, as if my cock has a mind of its own. I fall back on the bed and curse as I land in the puddle of my own come.

  “Great.” I get up, yank the sheets off the bed and turn on the shower to get all the sweat and sex off me.

  Dream sex that is.

  I step in the shower and lean my hands against the wall, hanging my head to let the hot water drape over me. I know it isn’t just my cock that wants her. It’s every ounce of me. My soul, my mind, my heart, my blood, my nerves, my skin, just my entire being yearns for that woman.

  A woman who doesn’t want me.

  Chapter Eight

  Everly

  When I saw Rowan standing near my door, I’d thought all hell was going to break loose, but Gray grabbed him before he could say anything else that could make me cry. I assumed he would have said things that were hurtful.

  I deserve it. I will take any words he has to say to me like a whipping post. He has a lot he needs to say to me, and I can’t argue with him about it because, at the end of the day, I’m the reason why we are in the situation we are in. I don’t blame him for wanting to confront me. I want to confront him too, but at this point, and with how bad things are, I don’t know how to. And will he even want to listen to me? I don’t know. I think he just needs to vent because the forgiveness train, for me to tell him I’m sorry, has left the station.

  “Good afternoon,” my mother announces the next morning, kissing me on the cheek. “Have you and Rowan made up yet?”

  “Don’t really want to talk about it, Mom,” I reply, scooping another spoonful of cereal in my mouth.

  “So that’s a no, then,” she sighs, opening the cabinet to grab a white coffee mug. “I don’t understand. I thought you guys were in love. I mean I guess it is a good thing you’re not, since you’re related now.”

  “We aren’t related. You and his dad are only engaged.” I drink the milk from the bowl and set it on the counter when I’m done. “Besides, even if you were married, Rowan and I are far from being siblings, Mom. We’re adults now. It’s pointless to think of it that way, really.”

  “Oh, that’s great news, honey.” Right as she puts the rim of the mug to her lips, she mutters, “Because we got married last night.”

  The orange juice slips out of my hands, and the glass shatters on the floor, sending small pieces and orange juice all over.

  “What?” I shriek. I really thought this engagement was a fluke. I thought it would blow over.

  “What?” Rowan echoes from the hallway.

  “Married?” I sputter. “Already?”

  “Well, it was kind of spur-of-the-moment. We decided we didn’t need all that fancy stuff. Just the two of us at the courthouse.”

  Part of me is deeply hurt that she didn’t want to invite me to her wedding. Another part of me is grateful I didn’t have to go.

  I glance over at Rowan, panicked, but he still won’t meet my eyes.

  Gray helps himself to a peach from the bowl on the kitchen island and smiles. “Oh man, this keeps getting better and better.”

  “We’re a family! Isn’t this wonderful?” My mother hugs him, and he shoots daggers at me like it’s my fault our parents fell in love. “Now, I don’t expect you to call me Mom or anything, but at least call me Barbara now, okay? No more of that Ms. Madison,” she giggles.

  Giggles.

  My mother does not giggle. Who is this woman?

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do my best.”

  Gray leans over and whispers from the side of his mouth, “So I guess the sex would be forbidden now between you guys, or…?”

  “I’m this close to stabbing you with this spoon, Gray.” I pick up the spoon and twirl it between my fingers; my reflection glaring off the polished silver.

  He feigns insult by throwing his hand to his chest and gasping, “That’s assault. I thought we were closer than that.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t even know your last name, or your middle name. Friends know those things.”

  “Grayson Lauren Jones,” he puffs out his chest proudly.

  “Lauren?” I try and hide my smile.

  “It’s a family name. And Lauren is a unisex name!”

  “That explains it.” I roll my eyes, bending over to clean up my mess. I want to get out of this house as soon as possible.

  “Explains what?”

  “The boobs,” I slide my eyes down his very fir
m, in shape pectoral muscles. They’re far from womanly, but I still want to give him crap for it.

  “I do not,” he snatches the spoon from my hand and tries to see his own reflection in it, twisting and turning his chest in the small curvature of the spoon.

  I giggle, covering my mouth with my hand to muffle it with my shirt sleeve.

  He tosses the spoon back in my bowl. “Jerk. I’ll have you know these pecs are hard earned. Five times a week, an hour a day.”

  “Impressive.”

  “I know,” he singsongs.

  “Let’s go, Gray,” Rowan cuts in. “We have a meeting with the construction company. Congrats on the wedding.” He doesn’t bother looking at me as he walks around the counter, giving me a wide berth.

  It’s different this time though. His expression seems guilty, instead of hateful. He did something. I know that look. I want to ask so bad, but considering I’m still not sure how he’ll react, it’s probably best if I keep my distance.

  “Alright, everyone. I’m heading out. I have a plane to catch soon.” I wash out my bowl and lay it in the dishwasher. “Good luck with your construction, guys,” I tell the boys, and turn to my mom, “I love you, mom. I’m happy for you.”

  Deep down, I really am glad that she found love. She deserves it after my dad died. I just wish I could find love, too. So, I can put the man I’m now apparently related to in the past.

  “Wait, you’re leaving? Already? Your break just barely started,” Rowan frowns, taking a step forward.

  “I love you too, sweetie. Tell me when you get back to New York, okay?” she kisses me on the cheek and grabs her mug before walking down the hall and to Mr. Michaels’ office. I shudder, thinking about what they might do in there. Gross.

  I let out a large exhale after my mom leaves the room and run my finger along the granite countertop. I make sure not to look at him because I know I’ll end up staying if I get one glimpse of those crystalline blue eyes I love so much.

  “Yes. I had to move my flight up. I have some things to take care of, and I need to get back and get settled before classes start again. I wish you guys luck. It’s really great what’s happening for you. I’m proud of you, Rowan. It was nice to meet you, Gray,” my voice hitches as emotion burns my eyes from how bad I want to hug the man I love. “I need to go.”