Surprise Daddies (#1-4 Box Set)

by London James

  I’m withering under Rowan, and he holds my stomach down to try and get me to stop moving. With every moan I make, Angelica answers with her own.

  Sebastian grunts, cursing from how good it feels. His words, not mine.

  My orgasm hits me fast. I have to slam a hand over my mouth to keep myself from screaming, but it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying myself. Other women—and men—are making very loud, sexual noises.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Rowan growls.

  I can’t even hear him unzipping his pants.

  I’m dazed. Blitzed. All the sexual sounds are taking me to a higher place. My eyes drift toward the middle of the room again, and Angelica is on top, riding Sebastian’s shaft. I can see where they are connected from here, and a good three inches still doesn’t fit inside of her, but she doesn’t seem to care. Angelica bounces on his cock, twisting her nipples between her fingers as she fucks herself to completion.

  Rowan doesn’t warn me. He slams himself home, and this time, I don’t hide my scream. I let it roar. I’m so wet; I’m dripping down my thighs. Rowan slides in and out so effortlessly, and he grunts from the feel of how soaking wet I am.

  My pussy is on fire. I’m aching. I need more than him inside me. I need him to fuck me, hard, fast, unforgiving. I need him to stop the outer part of my hole from hurting. I want to be stretched and used.

  Rowan flips me over and pulls me up by my hair to my knees, fucking me hard from the back. When I look into the middle of the room, I see Sebastian and Angelica doing the same. Her head is laid back on his shoulder as he holds her against his body, jack-hammering his cock in and out.

  Rowan doesn’t do short, fast strokes. He does long, hard, punishing strokes. The kind that I know I’ll feel for days after. The tip of his crown drags across that spot deep inside me, and his fingers press against my clit. That’s all it takes. And I’m climaxing right along with Angelica, falling onto the silk sheets and into Rowan’s arms as he shoots his come inside me.

  I’m rung out.

  Tired.

  And officially, debauched.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Rowan

  My breath tastes like garbage. It’s so bad; it’s what wakes me up. I’m never this hungover, but right now, my stomach is turning so much, I’m sweating. My head is pounding, hammering against my skull. I hold my hand against it, feeling a cold metal ring press against my face. My brows furrow, and I pull it away.

  My vision blurs for a second before the wedding ring comes to view. My heart skips a beat a little. I’m not going to lie. I’m nervous.

  I’m married. I’m fucking married. Please, fucking god, tell me I married Everly and not some girl off the fucking street because I can’t remember anything past that weird sex dungeon place, we went to last night.

  I wouldn’t do it again, but I’m glad we went because the sex was fantastic.

  I flip over in a rush and pull the blankets off the body next to me. “Oh, thank fuck.” I flop back on the bed when I see long, honey brown hair fanning over the pillow. I don’t know what I would have done if that wasn’t Everly. What a nightmare that would have been.

  Turning over, again, I gaze over her body to see what kind of ring we got. My eyes bug out at the size of the diamond sitting on her finger. Why don’t I remember buying something like that? It’s beautiful, but it takes up half her finger. It’s an emerald-cut on a solid, rose gold band. I don’t even remember walking into a jewelery store. I’m starting to think some type of drug was in the air of that sex palace we went to last night because I’ve never felt so shitty in my life.

  I roll out of bed, groaning as the room spins, and stumble to my pants laying on the floor. When I look down, I’m naked, and I have my come and her come dried on me. Just what the hell did we do last night? I’m not complaining that we had sex. I love having sex with her. I just hope we didn’t have sex with other people at that dungeon.

  This is why I don’t drink so much. Something must have happened because the last time I was this hungover, I was a freshman in college.

  I bend over and pull out a bunch of receipts, at least I remember to do that for tax write-offs, and look for the ring receipt. I don’t care that she has it. I’m glad she got the one she wanted. At least, I think it is? It doesn’t really look like it’s her style, but I know women love their rings, so I won’t question it.

  I unwrap all my receipts, trying to not make too much noise with the paper crinkling. It’s the fifth receipt that makes me cough. Three million dollars? I can afford it. It isn’t a problem, but three million dollars? For a hunk of rock? I could have taken her around the world twice, stayed at the best villas, houses, and took her on thousands of different adventures for that price.

  This is where I remind myself I’m a billionaire and need to calm down. I catch myself doing that sometimes. Forgetting that I’m not the kid in a beat-up Toyota that I used to be. I toss the receipt to the side and walk to the bathroom. I don’t care. If she is happy, I am happy.

  There are a few things we haven’t talked about when it comes to marriage. Does she see this as just six months for the inheritance? Or what? Would she want to stay married to me after the six months? There is a lot that we haven’t talked about. A ton. And there is still the issue of our parents.

  We still need to plan the funerals, but the bodies weren’t ready to be transported yet because of the snowstorm.

  I hang my head in the shower, trying not to let all the unanswered questions get to me. The hot water rolls off my back, and I groan from out good it feels. Washing off the entire night feels good. And I don’t feel as sick. After a good scrub, making sure I pay attention to my cock and balls, I wrap a towel around my waist, brush my teeth, and walk back into the bedroom where I see Everly standing by the bed and staring at her ring.

  I know that face. She is about to freak out.

  “Why don’t I remember this?” she asks. “Why is there a rock the size of Texas on my finger?”

  “I woke up with the same questions. Luckily, it seems we got hammered and picked you out a wedding ring. Now we can call the lawyer and say we are married.” The word rolls off my tongue in a weird way. I love saying we’re married, but something doesn’t feel right.

  Something feels off, but I’m not going to say anything. I want us to work through it because this is Everly. My Everly. We were always supposed to be together.

  “Married,” she says with a little disdain. It makes me takes a step back.

  I start to feel defensive. She said she wanted this, what changed? “We talked about it, Everly. We said we were going to do this because of the inheritance and the estate. We didn’t want it going to my Uncle Roy, remember? The drunk asshole who is always in and out of jail? I still don’t understand why our parents wouldn’t donate the money; but give it to him? Over my dead body.”

  “I at least wanted to remember it,” she says, staring at the diamond on her finger. “But I can’t even remember buying this, and it is so beautiful. I can’t remember when you said, ‘I do’. I can’t remember anything.”

  “What do you want me to do?” I ask, tucking the towel a little more so it doesn’t fall off. My patience is wearing thin. Is this what happens when people get married? The excitement, the love, the no second-guessing, is just gone?

  “I don’t know, Rowan. I understand why we got married. I just wish I could remember it, even if we were drunk, I wanted pictures. I wanted more. I just thought I’d at least have pictures. I mean, do we even have a wedding certificate?”

  “I don’t know, Everly. I woke up thinking I married someone else because I couldn’t remember! What makes you think I know if we have a wedding certificate?”

  The look she has on her face, you would think I slapped her. “You thought you married someone else? Would you have been okay with it since technically you could have married someone else? Anyone else?” she snaps.

  “Of course, I wouldn’t have been okay with it, Ev
erly. I wanted it to be you. But I woke up, not remembering a thing, like you. I freaked out. Would it be beneficial? Yes, from a business standpoint, it would have been a good move. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have chosen a hooker or anything. Then I can just get it annulled.” I wonder if Everly wants to get the marriage annulled.

  She shakes her head, “Is everything business with you, Rowan? Why can’t you look at this from one perspective?”

  “One? There are a few to go off here, Everly. If it wasn’t for the inheritance, what do you think we would have done? What if we woke up, without the inheritance question hanging over us, and we were married?”

  “I don’t know, Rowan,” she raises her voice through the thick of tears she has raining down her face. “I wanted more than this though.” She waves a finger around the room. “I don’t give a crap that you’re a billionaire, Ro. I don’t care about this ring. But I have nothing to remember it by. Except you saying this is a business transaction.”

  “Hey, whoa. You will never be a business transaction. There is business involved, but you’ve been my number one for years, Everly. You knew about the inheritance. You agreed.”

  “I hadn’t remembered!” she screamed, eyes widening from spilling her deep dark secret.

  I don’t say anything for a moment. I tilt my head and click my tongue. “What do you mean? We talked about it in the shower.”

  “When the memories came rushing back, I didn’t know what to say. I knew it was what we needed to do, but I couldn’t. I had so many doubts, not from me, but thinking of you and if this was all real or if it was happening too fast.”

  “Oh, it is happening too fast. This is on warp-speed, Everly. There is no coming down from it. That is what we are. A huge rollercoaster ride that seems to go up and down, up and down. You know what you could have done, again, that you didn’t do? Tell the truth. How hard is it for you to just tell me what is going on in your mind?”

  “I am. I’m telling you now, Rowan. Wait, hold on. I don’t regret this. Don’t think that. This isn’t like before. This is me freaking out because I’ve dreamed of marrying you since I was a little girl, and I can’t remember anything! This? This big, fancy ring? I don’t want it if I can’t remember you putting it on my finger. I don’t want it if I can’t remember looking into your eyes and telling you, ‘I do’ because that’s what I dreamed about. I didn’t dream about a one and done, send it to the lawyer, get the inheritance, and call it a day. I didn’t want that. Hell, we had two weeks, we could have used that time to really get to know each other more. To—”

  “Get to know each other more? Do you hear yourself? What else is there to know? We’ve known each other for twenty years! You haven’t changed. You’re still the girl that fears commitment. You hate laying on your left side, so when you sleep on your right, you snore. You hate ketchup and love tomatoes. You love staying up late, even if you fall asleep at eleven. You’re stubborn. So stubborn. You fold your shirts inside out, and it drives me fucking crazy. You leave the cap off the toothpaste, and you drink your coffee every morning, two sugars, one cream, but your one cream is really like seven creams. And I love it. And you’re still the girl that likes to run from me when things get hard. Why?”

  She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself. “Because I know you will wake up one day and realize I’m not worthy of your love. I’m afraid you won’t ever forgive me for what I did all those years ago. I don’t want to live like that. I don’t want to live with waking up every day wondering if it will be the day that you end things.”

  I sigh, leaning my head against the wall. We are going in circles. Maybe there is nothing here after all. Everything between us is a web of so many memories; maybe that is what we are in love with. Just the memories.

  “I don’t know what else I can do to show you I’m in this. Sure, it will take time for us to build a strong relationship, and maybe we went at it backwards, but we’re here. And this is now. We are married. There is nothing that can be done about that.”

  “But do you think you could ever really love me like you did?” she asks.

  The question takes me by surprise, and I don’t know how to tell her the truth. I love her more now than I did before, but I take too long to answer.

  She gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and on her way out she says, “We’ll do what we need to do for the inheritance, and you can do what you want with us then,” she slams the door of the hotel room, shaking the walls from the force.

  “Fuck!” I run my fingers through my hair, hating how much she drives me crazy, but loving every damn minute of it. “No, Everly! Everly!” I shout her name as I run out the door. I look left and right, but there is no sign of her. She’s gone. “Damn, damn, damn.” I blink away the frustration and lace my fingers behind my head.

  I have no idea where she went. And I have no idea if she has money. How is she going to get home? When I see her again because I will see her, I’m going to tell her that this thing between us is forever. I don’t care how much work it will take because that is what love is, right? Work. We can’t run anymore.

  I had plans before all this. Plans that didn’t involve me being married. Plans change, though. I want Everly to be along for the ride. I know a lot of our arguing is emotions built up from over the years finally just spewing out. Even if sometimes they don’t make sense. If someone bottles it up for so long, it’s only a matter of time before things explode, and I have a feeling we are at the tail end of the fury.

  Things have erupted between us, broken, fallen, but we are slowly picking ourselves back up and putting it back together. I’m seeing us a puzzle. We just have to get the pieces right in order to fit.

  And she and I fit. It is just about finding the right pieces that we thought were lost and putting them in place. I’ll do it forever if I have to.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Everly

  The crowd of black is blinding as much as it is depressing.

  When I got back to Spokane, on a commercial plane, they had transported our parents’ bodies, and the funerals were going to be the next day. Well, it’s the next day, and word got around fast because the entire town is here.

  Including Liam and Poppy.

  I haven’t seen Liam since high school.

  “Everly, I’m so sorry to hear about Barbara. She was a good woman. Do you mind me asking what happened?” He lowers his voice as he wraps an arm around his wife Poppy, settling his hand on the round stomach. She is pregnant. Again. If they keep going, they are going to have a soccer team.

  I wipe a stray tear from so many emotions and give him a wobbly smile. “They froze to death. She broke her leg, and then they got caught up in a storm.”

  Poppy gasps, and her bottom lip starts to wiggle. Her cries are a lot stronger than mine, and it’s my mom that died. “I’m sorry. That’s so terrible. Don’t mind the tears. This pregnancy has been so emotional. I cry at everything. When I see Liam mow the lawn, I cry at all the insects he has killed. Oh god, I’m thinking about it again. Excuse me.” She holds onto her stomach as she runs out of the funeral home.

  I giggle.

  And giggle.

  I giggle until I’m laughing so hard, I’m crying. How the fuck is this my life? How am I burying my mother? Or married to a man that doesn’t actually want me. I’m broke. My name is getting dragged through the mud, and the only career I have in the future seems to be as a receptionist at a tattoo shop.

  “Everly, are you okay?’ Liam grabs my arms and tries to meet my eyes. “Okay, hey, you need to slow your breaths. Follow me,” he instructs as he takes a deep breath in and out, in and out.

  I nod, watching his chest rise and fall. I match my breaths. It takes a few times, but I finally have it under control. “Thank you.”

  “I can’t imagine what you are going through,” he takes my hand. My ring hand. He glances down, and his eyes widen at the large rock.

  If he asks, I don’t know what to say. Rowan and I haven’t spoken in two
days, and a part of that is because I’ve lost my damn phone. It’s probably in the sex palace we were at the other night. I jerk my hand away and let it fall to my side. “Thank you, Liam. You’re very thoughtful.”

  “If you need anything, let me know. I’m here. If you have any troubles sleeping, call me, I’ll send a prescription for it. You look like you need to sleep.”

  For days, Liam. For days.

  Liam turns around and walks away, leaving me to shake hands with a few other people after they have delivered casseroles. So many casseroles. I had no idea so many existed. There is tuna, obviously, along with broccoli, macaroni, green-bean, mashed potato, French-fry—I’m not looking forward to that—and sweet potato casserole. There is enough food here to feed an army.

  It’s a good thing I won’t be here to eat it. I have to head to the airport and catch a flight back to New York City and get on with my life. Those almost-maxed-out credit cards are coming in handy.

  I don’t know how I have managed, but Rowan and I have completely ignored each other today. We are acting like children again.

  “Everly! Wait up,” Gray shouts from the lobby of Rowan’s childhood home.

  I drop my bag by the door and meet his hug. “Gray. A friendly face. How are you?”

  “I’m okay. You look like you’ve had better days,” he says.

  “Oh, I have.”

  “I have good news. I know that isn’t what you want to hear right now, considering the horrible day, but you won. All the debt is getting cleared, along with your criminal record.”

  I throw myself at him and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “Oh,” he says, shocked. “You’re welcome.”

  I pull back and wipe some more tears. I seem to just be leaking from them all day now. My face seems to be raw constantly from the salt. “You have no idea how much this means to me. When will it be cleared? Will I get the money back that she spent?”