"Well, what are we waiting for, baby?" he asks. "I think it's time we find out."
9
Lochlan
My cock is hard, pressed against her belly, and as I kiss Louisa, all I can think about is how this is so much more than sex.
Yes, I crave her, want her, need her in every carnal way, but I also want her in a soul-deep way.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I ask her, her heartbeats hard against mine.
"I do. Why?"
"Because I know this is crazy, Louisa, but the first time I saw you, I knew you would be mine one day and I know waiting three years is a long ass time before making a move, but I didn't want to scare you away. I'm not exactly Prince Charming."
She smiles softly, light filtering through the window. Our bodies entwined. "I never wanted a Prince Charming,” she tells me, "I only wanted you. And I know you think I was too young, and maybe I was, but I'm not anymore. The first time you walked into The Roadside, I had this feeling in my belly, a feeling that I never wanted to go away, this thought that you moved here for me. Which is crazy considering I don't know why you moved here at all. Add it to the list of the things I don't actually know about you, but that's what I've always held onto, what I've always thought."
I cup her face with my hand. She's so damn beautiful. Her full lips and upturned nose, chocolate brown eyes that melt more than a cookie straight from the oven. "I knew I loved you the moment I saw you. Yes, I believe in love at first sight and I believe in us. I moved to this mountain, Louisa, to get away from the bullshit of the city. I cashed out my stocks and I took my money and bought this cabin in cash, the lake that sits behind it, this land. I didn't want to rely on anyone or anything and now, considering the world's falling apart, I'm glad I made that choice when I did."
"Me too," she says. I move against her, my cock entering her slit nice and slow. She closes her eyes as I begin to fill her up. "Oh God," she moans.
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, lacing my fingers with her own.
"I know," she says, then adds with a shaky laugh, "but don't stop. I need you in me. I want to feel you. Feel this moment entirely."
"You sure? Because we can go slow. We don't have to jump right to sex."
“This is what I want.” She licks her lips, wrapping her arms around me, drawing herself closer to my body. There's no space between us now. As her legs wrap around me, we join as one and I fill her up inch by inch. She gasps at the pain.
"Just relax," I tell her and she nods, doing what I say and sure enough, her eyes flutter open. They meet mine and she smiles.
“Oh God, I feel so full, so deliciously full.”
My cock groans with pleasure at her words. Her pussy is so damn tight, nice and snug. My little virgin wrapped up in me. Against me. Mine.
I begin to make love to her. "Fuck, I love you." I tell her, "I'm going to take care of you, you know that?"
She nods. “But my dad—”
“He has no place here, you're mine now. If he wants to come ask questions, he can knock on my damn door, but nothing's going to change the fact that you're my girl.”
She smiles. "I love hearing you say that."
"Good," I tell her, "because I'm going to be telling you that for the rest of your damn life."
10
Louisa
He moves against me faster. My body opens for him in a way I never imagined. How can someone so big fit inside me? I guess we're meant to fit together. The pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming. It's hard to think straight and I realize I don't need to think at all because right now Lochlan is filling me up, giving me exactly what I want, and that makes me so ridiculously happy, there's nothing else I need to consider.
He said that I'm his and I know he's mine, and so we move as one.
My body opens for him as his thick cock pushes deeper inside of me. I gasp in pleasure as he fills me up, his need intensifying. His thick beard brushes against my skin, and I savor every last second of this. Our first time.
“God, I want this forever,” he tells me.
“You have it. I promise you have me. I'm yours.
“God, you have no idea how good it sounds to hear those words on your lips,” he tells me as his body moves against me, and he massages my breasts as he takes me.
This isn't fucking. This is pleasure, it's sweet, it's a promise, all wrapped up in one. I moan knowing my body has reached its peak.
"Oh God," I say, my breath catching as an explosion erupts inside me. A climax so charged, much fuller than I ever imagined.
"You're okay," he tells me. "I'm right here, love.”
"Come in me," I beg. "Fill me up. Give me a baby."
"You want my baby? You want that?"
"So damn bad," I moan as he explodes inside of me, climaxing along with me, our bodies slick with sweat, sex filling the room, our love pounding between us.
God, it feels good. I want more. I want it all, him, me, us. Forever. I come hard, the way I always read about in books. We roll over when we finish, our bodies facing each other, and he kisses me again.
"I love you, Louisa, and even if the world as we know it ends, nothing's going to change the way I feel for you.”
Epilogue
Lochlan
9 months later…
After our first night together, I knew Louisa was never leaving my cabin, which worked out well for her because she said she never wanted to. The world continued to spiral. Things got crazier, cities more dangerous, and every time we turned on the news, we'd hear about another government around the world collapsing. People were looting cities, fighting for a stake in whatever was left of the world as we knew it.
But Louisa and I didn't care — not in a callous way. Of course, we cared about people living and dying, but we knew the best thing we could do then was stay put because by that time it was no longer just Louisa and me against the world.
It was our baby too.
I did what I set out to do. I got my girl pregnant on the first fucking try.
I'm not surprised and neither was she, and now nine months later, our little one is going to come any day.
There is no hope to go into a city for a hospital. Hell no. That idea was gone before we even realized she was carrying. It would be too dangerous. No vaccine has been found and if there are hospitals still running, they’ll be more contaminated than this cabin.
Luckily, I have plenty of books on medical procedures and we studied up the best we could. I built my baby a cradle and Louisa found the sewing machine stashed in the belongings in the attic of this cabin. Whoever lived here before me was a seamstress and there was plenty of fabric for Louisa to keep herself busy as our little one grew.
By the time we truly need more supplies, the world will have settled down. We'll have come to a new understanding, a new way of life. But until then, I'll do what I must to make sure my little one and my wife are protected.
I patrol the property in the early morning hours, making sure there’s no one out and about. I have a rifle on me in case I see a deer and I'm prepared to shoot it to store up some more meat in our freezer. The power is still on, and if it goes, we’ll still be all right. I've got a generator. We have an underground cellar. Hell, we’ve got trout in the lake and we have a vegetable garden growing. Louisa and me, we're going to be okay. We have one another.
The property is quiet and still and when I hear Louisa out on the front porch calling for me, I grin.
"It's breakfast time," she says. I smile like a damn fool, thinking about the first time I saw Louisa serving me breakfast at The Roadside. It was only a few years ago, but it seems like a lifetime has passed since then. “Hungry?” she asks, handing me a cup of black coffee. She's wearing an apron and it's covering her baby bump. She looks so damn cute. I pull her in for a kiss, telling her she’s beautiful.
"What has you in a good mood this morning?" she asks.
“I’m just thinking you're going to
give birth any day now. We're going to meet our baby."
"Are you nervous?" she asks as I sit down at the table. She hands me my plate with an omelet and a side of bacon. She ruffles her fingers through my hair as I pick up my fork. Then she wraps her arms around my neck, breathing me in.
"I'm not nervous." I say. "We got this, Louisa. Together, we can get through anything.”
She smiles. "I think you're right." She sits down next to me and we eat our food. She's talking about weeding the garden and I'm telling her how I'm going to put a side of venison in the smoker today.
“You know,” she says with a sparkle in her eye as we are finishing up our food, setting our cloth napkins aside, “I was thinking maybe our chores could wait."
"Yeah? What did you want to do first?"
She smiles, taking my hand. "Like you said, the baby's going to be here any day,” she says, "and we're going to get real busy real quick."
"Which means we should take our time while we can?" I ask, squeezing her ass and untying the ribbon of her apron.
"Exactly," she says.
We don't make it to the bedroom. Instead, I push up my girl's dress and tug down her panties. She pulls my cock from my blue jeans.
"God, you're so thick," she says, as I run my finger over her slit.
"And you're so damn wet." I smack her ass playfully as she spins around and I run my hand between her legs. God, she's nice and ready. So damn juicy, like she was the first time I filled up her virgin hole.
I push myself inside of her now. She moans in pleasure as the tip of my cock hits her core.
"Oh God," she moans, "that feels so good."
"You're a horny little mama, aren't you?" I tease, loving the way her sexual appetite has grown over the last few months of pregnancy.
It's like she can't get enough. I cup her breasts, thinking how lucky I am because honestly, neither can I.
***
A week later, the baby comes quickly.
It's terrifyingly exciting. As the head crowns, I tell Louisa she is doing so good. “Reach down, love, feel the head.”
Tears fill her eyes as she screams through a contraction, her fingertips meeting her baby’s head. Neither of us have ever done this before, but we’re praying with all our hearts that our baby will be delivered healthy, breathing, screaming.
And he is.
"Oh my God," Louisa moans as I lift our baby to her chest, the umbilical cord tethering it to her. "Oh Lochlan, look at him,” she whispers, taking in the sight of our son.
He's belting it out, crying loudly, his hands so tiny. I count the fingers, one, two, three, four, five. I count his toes. I clear his nose of mucus as she offers him her breast. I sit there in awe, watching as nature takes over.
Mama kissing her baby's head. Baby suckling for the only thing he knows: the love of his mother.
“He is perfect,” I say. “And so are you.”
Louisa and I came together in the middle of a lockdown that became our new life. Outside the cabin walls, we don’t know what the future will hold. But here, inside our home, we are safe. Protected in a cocoon of our making.
We have love, we have one another, and that is more than enough.
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My Hollywood Hart
Haley Jenner
Copyright © 2020 by Haley Jenner
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For Kate
Hold onto your fierceness.
Always.
It will take you everywhere.
Author Note
This novella is a standalone, however, if you have read CROSS YOUR HEART and REINING DEVOTION, you would’ve met our leading characters already.
We hope you enjoy!
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BLURB
Hollywood’s hottest star.
Also, its most eligible bachelor.
Most women would aim for his heart, or at least his bed.
I’m aiming for his business.
Ari Hart just fired his publicist and I’m more than ready to take her place.
I’m about to pull out all the stops...
Until I meet him.
The Australian it guy is too cocky for his own good.
One unenjoyable meeting and I’m ready to show his ass the door.
Only the door won’t open.
The tornado of my temper isn’t the only storm keeping us hostage...
Chapter One
“Blake,” my dad sighs over the line. “It’s Wolfe and Knox’s birthday.”
He’s laying it on thick with this one—like creamy peanut butter on toast. It’s a miracle he’s not choking on it.
“Dad, they’re turning five. All they care about are presents, plenty of which I’ll be bringing to their party on Saturday.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
He growls his disapproval, a sound that would buckle the stoniest of men. By appearances alone, Rocco Shay is anything but a family man. He’s as intimidating and imposing as any man could be. He looks like a loner and resembles the most formidable of warriors, but deep down, in the depths very few are allowed access to, he’s a giant softy. His wife and his five kids have him tied neatly in a bow around each of our pinky fingers.
“Just be nice to have the whole family together.” He’s grumbling. A moody and passive-aggressive manipulation to try and get what he wants.
No one ever said he was above fighting dirty.
Only . . . it doesn’t work on me.
“Oh my God, Dad,” I groan. “You’re being ridiculous. We’re all together all the freaking time. It’s one night, and this is massive for my career.”
Silence.
I tip my head back, swallowing the irritated growl I want to let free.
“Who is this person again?”
I throw myself forward, forehead to my desk, banging it silently. Over and over again. “Ari Hart,” I mumble into the wood.
“Never heard of him.”
“Well, that would make you the only person in the world. He’s huge right now, and he’s just fired his publicist.”
“Why?” My father doesn’t actually care about Ari Hart. He gives less than two shits about the movie star’s woes with the most idiotic of publicists this world has clearly ever seen.
But he’s interested in me. He’s invested in what I’m doing, and I’ll never fault him for that.
“She took on a client that, from my sleuthing, I believe a friend of his had beef with.”
“So what you’re s
ayin’ is that the guy’s a pansy little bitch that cries when he doesn’t get his own way.” Typical Rocco Shay.
“If you must know … ” I stand and circle my desk to prop my ass against the edge. “Ari Hart is incredibly close to Roxy Monroe.”
“Speakin’ a foreign language here, baby.”
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. “Her and Reid Rivere are a power couple in Hollywood. They run an anti-bullying charity as well as slaying cinema. Anyway,” I bite out. “Years ago, Roxy was dating this dick cheese named Damien Harrington. Shortly after they ended, an intimate video of Roxy was released. My guess is the dick cheese ex was its distributor.”
“Fuckwit.”
“Yep,” I agree. “She copped a lot of flak for it, too. Not him, of course. Anyway, Hart’s ex-publicist has taken Damien on.” I sound scandalized because I am. This chick must be off her fucking rocker, or she’s fucking the rocker, which is probably the case. “Ari offered her an ultimatum and she kept the dick cheese.”
“Money and sex make people do stupid things.”
“Please,” I beg. “Never use the word sex in a sentence with me ever again.”
A soft laugh filters down the line. I could imagine him standing on his front porch, scotch glass in hand, staring out at the darkening street. He’d be eyeing neighbors as they walk their dogs, lifting his chin in greeting to those he can tolerate, glaring at the ones he can’t.
Mara, my assistant, hovers around my door for the six hundredth time since I picked up my phone. She’s pacing back and forth as if the world rests on her shoulders. Her and my dad are a necessity in my life, but both are as high maintenance as they come. They’ll send me gray before I’m thirty.
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