Hot Maine Men Boxed Set (Hot Maine Men Series, Books 1 & 2)

by Remy Rose

  “So you—you didn’t have to leave the company?”

  “No. I’m planning to stay. I feel like this is the start of a new beginning for my mother and me. And if you agree, the start of a new beginning for you and me as well.”

  Damon takes a step forward, loosening his tie, and just that simple motion makes me fall apart inside. My heart goes into gymnastics mode once again: forward roll, front walkover, back handspring.

  I nail the landing. The bird sees her chance. She frees herself, and soars.

  “You were willing to give up everything for me,” I say, and start to cry.

  “My sweet little Sprite,” he says tenderly, scooping me into his arms. “You are my everything.”

  Then I am tasting the delicious heat of his tongue, and we kiss all the way to my bedroom. He lays me down on the comforter. I hear the shift in his breathing to ragged and rough as my arousal skyrockets. My fingers fumble at the buttons of his shirt, yanking it open, and then it’s on to his pants. I can’t get into them fast enough. I unbuckle, unbutton, tug down his zipper, releasing that big, beautiful cock I’ve missed so much.

  He seems to be on the same page I am. “Delaney,” he says huskily, “I’ll make love to you later, but right now, I’ve just got to fuck you.”

  That totally works for me. I am whimpering his name, begging him. He gathers the bottom of my dress in his hands, pushes it up to my waist and rips down my panties as I gasp. He’s kissing me hard, lying partly on top of me so I can’t move—don’t want to move, ever—and I feel his fingers slide inside me. He groans loudly. “Ah, fuck—you’re so wet, baby.”

  I spread my legs eagerly for him, feel his big head near my slit. He sits back, kneeling on the bed, and begins to reach into his pocket.

  “No,” I whisper. “Don’t put it on. I want nothing between us—nothing, ever again.”

  His eyes are wide and wild with desire. He covers my body with his, holding his cock in one hand as he curves his fingers inside me once again, rubbing my arousal over my swollen clit.

  “Going to fuck you so hard, baby,” he breathes, positioning himself between my legs. My fingers sink into his muscular arms, and I cry out his name as I feel him shove his cock into me.

  It is a glorious, stretched to the max, hurts-so-good kind of fucking as he pounds into me over and over, and I am pushed over the threshold into an earth-shattering orgasm just before he pulls out and has his own climax.

  It is so powerful, so completely overwhelming, that I immediately burst into tears. He is kissing me over and over—my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my mouth—and I wrap my arms around his neck, breathing in the smell of him, the safe, warm, wonderful smell of this man whom I never want to let go.

  Damon slides off me carefully, whispering that he’ll be right back, and leaves the room. I hear the water running in the bathroom as I bask in post-orgasmic bliss. He returns with a washcloth, gently cleans off my belly and climbs back in bed with me. I turn to face him, tracing his sculpted cheekbones with my finger. I can’t stop smiling.

  “I missed you so fucking much, Delaney.”

  “I missed you, too.”

  “I’ve got more things to tell you,” he says softly, his eyes looking deep into me. “But before I do, I need to ask you something. The night you came to my house and told me we needed to go our separate ways...you bent down and said something to Tucker. What was it?”

  I snuggle nearer to him, loving this closeness. “I said, I hope I’ll see you again.”

  “Oh, baby. I love that.” His face brightens with delight. He puts his mouth on mine, kisses me deeply.

  “So for the other stuff I want to tell you. I was trying to figure out just when the lines of fake and real started to blur with us, and I realized there wasn’t a time, because it felt real from the very start.”

  “For me, too,” I tell him. My eyes are already starting to fill.

  “When we were apart, I had time to think about what it is that gets to me about you—like what’s the best thing. And I came to the conclusion that they’re all best things. I love that you’re a feisty tiger on the outside, and a delicate hummingbird on the inside. I love that we can be picking on each other one minute, and then the next minute, we’re looking into each other’s eyes like we see forever.”

  The tears start sliding out of my eyes, down into the pillow. I almost can’t breathe, don’t dare to move. Is this real life?

  “What I’m trying to say—what I’ve wanted to say for a while now—is that I’m in love with you, Delaney.” Those beautiful, caramel-colored eyes are glistening.

  I choke back my sobs, press my mouth to his, and then I tell him what I’ve known since the moment we met. “I love you, Damon. So much.”

  In the end, it was just that easy—like my mother’s simple truth.

  Damon and I are together, and we love each other.

  For real.

  Epilogue...six months later

  I never used to particularly care for winter in Maine. I know I’ve lived here all my life, and I’m basically a wimp who should be used to it by now, but seriously, it gets freaking cold. I’d always been more of a snow-on-Christmas-Eve-and-then-it-can-melt type of girl. I love the initial frosting of the tree branches—that gorgeous, lacy network against a clear blue sky, all clean and fresh—but I never actually liked to get out in the snow and do stuff.

  Until Tucker.

  He’s made both Damon and me feel like we’re little kids, bundling up in our L. L. Bean coats and snow pants, putting on snowshoes and tromping through Damon’s yard to the woods beside his house. Tucker feels young again, too—bounding through snow drifts like he’s a puppy, woofing with happiness and sticking his snout in the snow so his face is coated in white powder.

  I’ve learned that I enjoy the winter so much more when I’m actually out in it.

  Although I’m thinking it has a lot to do with the company.

  I moved in with Damon and Tucker right before Christmas. He’d been asking me since early fall, and although I wanted to, I thought it might be best to wait until he got everything settled with his company, especially because his mother made a major announcement a few weeks after Maddie’s wedding: that she would be moving to England to help Portia’s father rejuvenate and run Bellamy Marine, which eventually would merge with Cavanaugh Yacht. I have to say I silently cheered at this news…Gloria Cavanaugh, a whole ocean away. She’s been much different since her “epiphany” and seems to have accepted me as her son’s girlfriend, but honestly? She’s still pretty scary.

  So after Damon was smoothly transitioned into acting CEO (soon to be permanent CEO), I packed up my clothes and essentials (which obviously included Lucy), advertised for a tenant for my apartment, and we began cohabitating together.

  It’s been the best decision of my life.

  We’ve had some wonderful “firsts” together—ate our first Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house, cut down our first Christmas tree which we’ve kept propped up beside the deck so the birds can have shelter, and welcomed “our” first baby last month. Not exactly, but when your BFF gives birth and she asks you and your boyfriend to be godparents, it’s pretty close. Edward James is the most beautiful baby boy I have ever seen, and Maddie and Jack are obviously ecstatic.

  Combine all of this with my mom and dad’s remarriage and Memory Lane Café doing extremely well, and you could say I’ve had a very exciting fall and winter.

  I have never been so happy. Even when I’m freezing my ass off, like now, when Damon has us out on another winter walk in fifteen degree weather. Tucker is totally oblivious to the frigid temperature, and I can’t help but smile seeing how joyful this old boy is.

  We traipse through the woods next door, taking our familiar path. I’m walking ahead of Damon and spy a snow-laden branch that accidentally springs back as I pass and accidentally showers his face with snow. He doesn’t buy the accidental story and informs me that this is, in fact, a declaration of war. I’m g
iggling hysterically as I try to leap through the deep snow ahead of him, but my short legs are no match for his long ones, and he’s grabbing me while I shriek and Tucker barks. Damon is laughing until he spins me around, and then his face changes. Wrapping me in his arms, he bends down and gives me a spontaneous, warm, deep kiss that makes me feel like I am way, way overdressed.

  “What was that for?” I ask weakly, when he’s done.

  “You deserved it. For being the sexiest, most beautiful woman alive.”

  We walk back side by side, clumsy in our winter gear, and I marvel at how you can feel like it’s impossible to love anyone more, and then you do.

  Back inside, I make us some hot chocolate with marshmallows while Damon plays the piano at my request. The house is filled with beautiful, rich sound, and snow has started to fall outside, making everything feel dreamy. I come in to the living room with steaming mugs to watch Damon finish the song. I will never tire of seeing his fingers caress those keys, of seeing him almost become one with the piano, of feeling like I’m part of something bigger than both of us. He strokes the last few keys with exquisite tenderness and looks up at me, smiling, because he knows I always want to make love with him after a piano session. Or during it.

  We sit down on the couch with our cocoa. Lucy is curled up in the armchair, and Tucker is laying down next to the fireplace, looking for all the world like he’s smiling.

  I peer at him closer. “What’s that on his collar?”

  Damon leans forward as well. “Not sure. T-Man, come over here, bud.”

  Tucker lurches to his feet and trots over, wagging his tail. He pushes his nose into my hands, and I’m able to see that there’s a small, blue, cloth drawstring bag tied to his collar.

  I look at Damon inquisitively. “What is…?”

  He shrugs, his face the picture of innocence. “I guess he wants to give you something.”

  “You mean besides daily joy and undying devotion and faithfulness?”

  “Besides that.”

  I bend down to kiss Tucker’s head and rub his ears. “You didn’t need to get me anything, buddy.” I untie the strings from his collar and lean back against the couch with the bag in my hand. Damon pats the side of his leg, and his dog—our dog—ambles over to him.

  Loosening the top of the bag, I pull out a folded piece of paper. I glance over at Damon, who is busying himself scratching Tucker’s rump.

  I feel my pulse start to quicken as I open the paper. The blood is thrumming in my ears as I read the heading: MARITAL CONTRACT. My eyes skip across the words. I am trying to read slowly, but Oh. My. God. WHAT?!

  I am at the part, “will enter into a period of engagement effective immediately, pending the acceptance of Delaney Brewster, otherwise known as Fiancée,” when I realize that Damon is on his knee in front of me. My hand flies to my mouth as he brings forth a jewelry box and opens it. There is a stunning, sparkly, breathtaking diamond ring in that box.

  He is looking up at me, giving me his trademark gorgeous grin. “Delaney Brewster,” he says. “I’d like to enter into a new contract with you, and this one has no end date because it never will. I have fallen more and more in love with you every day, and I couldn’t wait any longer to ask you to be my wife. You make me feel like I’m sixteen years old one minute, and I want to carve our initials in a tree. But then I can see me at age eighty-five in a rocking chair on the porch. With you. I’m so in love with you. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving it. Will you marry me?”

  I can barely speak the word. “Yes.” Tears are pouring out of my eyes as I hold out my trembling hand. He slides the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly. Everything about this—about us—fits perfectly.

  I fling my arms around him, and we kiss and kiss and kiss until I have to look at my ring again.

  “It’s not cubic zirconia, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he grins, standing up. “No more fake stuff.”

  “Glad to know it’s the real deal. And you know what they say about diamonds.”

  “A girl’s best friend?”

  “No.” I smile down at Tucker. “A big black dog is a girl’s best friend. Diamonds are forever. And,” I add, standing on my tiptoes to kiss my fiancé, “so are we.”

  T H E E N D

  Thank you so much for reading Big Deck and Sexy Mother Faker. If you enjoyed it, I would be immensely grateful if you’d post a short review--even just a few lines. As a new author, I am hoping to get as much exposure as possible from reviews and word of mouth. Thank you!

  Stay tuned for GETTING WILDER, Book 3 in the Hot Maine Men series which will feature Delaney’s sexy younger brother…releasing in the spring of 2018!

  Other Books by Remy Rose

  Point of Submission (Point Series Book 1)

  Point of Release (Point Series Book 2)

  The Moment Just Before

  Curing Christine: Journey of a Jilted Hypochondriac

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my husband, always, for all you do.

  And thank you, Chris and Reese, for your friendship, valuable advice and enthusiastic support of my writing. I’m so appreciative!

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