by Holly Jaymes
I nodded. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t know, which is why this is happening—”
“But you’re happy about it?” my mother looked between Lily and me.
“I’ll admit I was a little afraid at first, but that’s because I wasn’t sure how Wyatt felt about me or having kids. But now, I’m ecstatic.” Lily squeezed my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’m ecstatic too.” I felt tears well up in my own eyes as the magnitude of the situation welled up. I thought I’d never have kids, and now I had one growing inside the woman I loved.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you, Wyatt.” My mother rose from her chair and came over to hug me. I stood and embraced her back.
When she pulled away, she was crying tears of joy. “And you, Lily…” My mother reached for her. Lily stood and hugged her. “I’m so happy for you both. Goodness, the two of you are going to have the most beautiful children ever.”
My dad shook my hand, but he had a look on his face that suggested he had concerns. “Going about this a little bit backward, aren’t you?” he said.
“Maybe, but I love her, dad.”
He patted my shoulder. “Well, then I’m happy for you.”
“We have to celebrate. Will you stay for dinner?” my mother asked.
“Actually, we just stopped by to give you the news, but I want to get Lily home and settled. It’s been a long day.”
“Yes, of course. You will be here with us for Thanksgiving, won’t you?”
“I’m working Thanksgiving—”
Lily looked at me. “On a holiday?”
I shrugged. “People need law enforcement on holidays too.”
“Maybe you could put in a word with your father,” my mother said. “Then we could all be together. Oh!” She lit up. “Allie is expecting too. Oh my goodness, two grandbabies. And they’ll be cousins growing up together. Isn’t that wonderful?”
We finished our drinks and cookies, and then I took Lily to my home. She’d been here before, but that hadn’t gone so well. I knew she’d grown up in the lap of luxury. Even the cabin out at Pine Rest had a fancier set up. I hope she didn’t find my place too rustic or lacking.
I took her bags out of the SUV and brought them into the house. “Welcome home.”
She turned and smiled at me. “This is such a cute house.”
“Cute?” I quirked a brow. “It’s a manly home.”
She laughed. “Yes, of course.”
I pulled her to me. I had all sorts of things running through my head, all of which implied that we were living together, forever. But I wasn’t sure she was there yet. Right now, she was staying with me. But I’d work on making sure that “staying” turned into “living with” me.
“Let me show you your room.” I took her hand and led her upstairs. Because of the house’s A-frame shape, things got narrower upstairs, but what more was needed than a bed, closet, and a few dressers?
I brought her to my room.
“This is my room?” she asked.
“Well, it’s mine. But I’m willing to share.”
She turned to me, sliding her arms over my shoulders. “You’re so generous to share.”
I shrugged. “That’s me. Generous Wyatt.”
Her eyes flicked over my chest, and her hands slid to my pecs. “You really are sexy in your uniform. Then again, you’re sexy in t-shirts and jeans.”
“How about naked?” I asked. “How do I look then?”
She acted nonchalant. “Okay, I guess.”
I pulled her against me, wanting her to feel that already I was hot and hard for her. “Are you sure? Maybe you should look closer.”
“Maybe I should.”
I kissed her then, pouring all my love into it. Yes, I found her incredibly sexy, but it was more than that. I needed her to know that. To know that I loved her in a way I’d never loved anyone before.
She sighed as I trailed my lips along her jaw to her neck, where I gently suckled the soft skin.
“Thank you for coming after me, Wyatt,” she whispered.
I lifted my head to look at her. “I’m so sorry I hurt you—”
“I don’t want to think about that. The past is gone. Let’s focus on the future.”
“Let me just thank you for giving me another chance, Lily. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Promises, promises,” she said with a sexy gleam in her eye as she unbuttoned my shirt. “Talk is cheap, Wyatt. Why don’t you show me what you mean.”
I growled as desire bloomed into full out lust. “Come here, baby.” I tugged her over to the bed and made quick work of getting us both undressed, and then I lay over her. “This is okay, isn’t it?”
“Is what okay?” She ran her fingers through my hair.
“Making love while you’re pregnant?”
“I don’t know why not. As long as your dick is, I don’t think it actually can reach the baby.”
I smirked, then I grinned. “You think my dick is long?”
“It’s long and thick and perfect. Do you plan on using it any time soon?”
“Soon.” I kissed her, and while I desperately wanted to slip inside her, to feel her warm, wet heat, I wanted to worship her first. I wanted to touch and taste her everywhere. To revere her and let her know that I was in awe of her.
As I kissed her, my hands caressed her body, gently pinching her nipples before releasing her mouth to suck on them. Each tug of my lips on her hard nipples, she arched and moaned, her hips rising seeking me. My dick was eager to respond, but I made him wait as I worked my way down her body.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against the soft skin of her belly. “So sexy.”
“Wyatt,” she gasped as I dragged my finger through her folds.
“So wet.” Unable to hold back, I moved down and settled my shoulders between her thighs and inhaled her erotic scent.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and her hips rose like she was offering herself to me. Not wanting to wait for a second longer, I slid my tongue along her folds, swirling around her hard clit.
“Oh God, Wyatt…so good…”
I loved how responsive she was to me. How she didn’t hold back, letting me know what she liked and what she needed. I rewarded her by giving her everything she wanted. I pushed her up and up, using my tongue and lips until her hips shot up and stilled for a moment. Her sweet juices filled my mouth as she rocked against me.
I slid up her body, kissing her so she could know just how delicious she was.
“I want you,” she gasped as she wrapped her thighs around me. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Whatever my woman wanted, I was going to give her. I thrust, and in one smooth slide, I was nestled deep inside her. The echoes of our pleasure reverberated in the room.
I stilled, taking a moment to savor the feeling of being a part of her. It was like magic. Like God had made her just for me. Like he’d fixed my infertility just for her.
“I love you, Lily,” I whispered in her ear. “So fucking much.”
Her hands cradled my face as she looked up at me with those marvelous violet eyes. “I love you, Wyatt. So fucking much too.”
Chapter 27: Heaven On Earth
Lily
I’d known that Wyatt and I were together as a couple since we’d left the airport. But I didn’t feel completely healed until we made love. The minute he was a part of me, I felt the final pieces of my broken heart heal. I was whole again. We were whole.
He kissed me gently. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Wyatt. Make love to me.”
He started to move, and I closed my eyes as the sweetest sensations radiated from my pussy outward. I never knew how much better love and deep affection, could make sex. It was truly beyond just physical pleasure. It was like our souls were dancing.
I pushed at him until he was on his back, and I was straddled over him. His blue eyes flashed with wild heat. “Ride me, Lily. Take what you want.”
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sp; I started to rock and then ride over him. He watched me, his hands massaging my breasts as I closed my eyes and simply let myself feel. The physical feelings. The Emotion. All of it.
He levered up, wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking, shooting my need up to the next level.
“Come on me, baby,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I want to watch you come.”
I gripped his shoulders and let myself go. He filled me, the friction driving me up and up as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
“Oh God, Wyatt…”
“That’s right, baby…make yourself come on me. I want to feel you.”
My thighs were starting to burn from the exertion, but I was too close to the end to stop. His thumb brushed over my clit, and like a nuclear blast detonating, pleasure consumed me, starting in my pussy and shooting out to every neuron in my body.
I cried out as I clamped around him and rode out my release.
“Ah fuck yeah…you’re so beautiful when you come.” His voice was strained, and I wished he let go and take his own pleasure.
It wasn’t until I was nearly down from the high, he rolled us over, and let go of the reins of his control. His body pistoned in and out of me. I gripped his hips, helping him, rocking my hips with him until he threw his head back and cried out. Warmth filled my body as his pleasure overtook him.
When he finished, we held each other. We didn’t need words. Our love was there. All around us. Growing inside me.
Wyatt had to work for the next few days. While he was gone, I used the space he’d organized for my home office to work on my business. I talked to Allie, Emma, and even Mason about my ideas. They were all encouraging and supportive, and I was excited to begin the first phase of my new career.
Wyatt was able to come to my first prenatal doctors’ appointment, which made the situation even more real for us both. We were given a late July or early August due date. It was amazing to think that I was going to be a mother in less than a year. I was excited but nervous and thankful that Allie would be going through this with me.
Wyatt went to his urologist as well, mostly to make sure everything was okay with him. The fact that I was pregnant proved that he was fertile again. Still, the doctor asked for a semen sample, which I was more than happy to help Wyatt provide.
Later that night, lying in his arms, I said, “It’s a wonder that more little Wyatt Juniors aren’t running around with you being so virile and fertile.”
“Not so much. I always use a condom.” He grinned at me. “Until you. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“But, you did have condoms.”
He blushed. “I found those in Josh’s room. I should have used one just because it’s safer all around. That’s why I’ve always used them before.” He gave me a hesitant smile. “I guess I should apologize--”
“No. Don’t. If you apologize, that’s like saying you’re sorry about the baby. I know it’s not planned, but I love it already. I’m not sorry at all.”
His face lit up. “You’re amazing. And you’re right. All this,” he said, pressing his hand over my belly. “It’s like a miracle. You’ve given me something I thought I’d never have.”
I thought the very same thing about him.
My father gave Wyatt Thanksgiving off, probably because his parents invited my dad over too. The event was wonderful and overwhelming. While I’d had Thanksgiving dinner before, it had never been like this. A house full of people. A feast to feed an army. Everyone was there, me and Wyatt, my father, his parents, and Josh and Allie. I was so grateful that my child was going to grow up around all this.
After the meal, Wyatt drove us both up to his family’s cabin. It had snowed again the day before, but the roads were passable. The power was on, but Wyatt put a fire in the fireplace and pulled out bedding to lay in front of it. We had s’ mores and made love.
“Do you think the baby was made here?” he asked as we lay together in the glow of our love and the fire.
“Probably. I like to think it was. It was so magical. Just like now.”
He smiled so lovingly and then made love to me again.
The next morning, we cross-country skied up to the rocks to take in the fantastic view again. I was happy that my doctor okayed me cross-country skiing.
A second time, it took my breath away. “I feel like I’m in heaven looking down on earth.”
“You’re definitely an angel,” Wyatt said, maneuvering us so that he was leaning on the rock, and I could lean against him even with our skis on.
“You’re biased.”
“I don’t think I am. Weren’t you a Victoria Secret angel once?”
I smirked.
He held me against him, and we simply enjoyed the view for a few moments.
“Are you happy, Lily?” he finally asked.
I turned my head to look up at him. “Happier than I’ve ever been. Are you happy?” I wasn’t sure what to think about this line of questioning.
His blue eyes looked at me with love. “I’ve never been happier. Ever. I love you so much.”
I smiled. “Good.” When he didn’t say anymore, I paused. “Are you okay?”
“I’m nervous.”
It was hard to believe a man as strong and solid as Wyatt would be nervous. “Oh?”
“I’m trying to ask you to spend your life with me.”
My heart jumped and did cartwheels in my chest. “I see…well…why don’t I make it easy for you? Wyatt, will you marry me?”
He laughed and dropped his forehead against mine. I could feel the nervous tension leaving his body.
He lifted his head again. “Do you have a ring? I really wanted a ring.” He grinned as he bit the end of his glove to pull it off his hand. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled a gorgeous ring with a princess cut amethyst and triangle diamonds on either side in a white gold band.
“Wyatt …it’s so beautiful.” I took my own glove off.
He slipped the ring on my finger and then took the glove out of his mouth. “The stone made me think of your eyes. You have such beautiful eyes, Lily. I hope our child has them.”
“I love you, Wyatt.”
He smiled. “That’s good to know because I love you too. I think I first realized that I was hopelessly in love with you right at this spot.”
“Me too.” I sniffed and realized I was crying from joy.
He wiped my tears. “It’s important to me that you know that. That I loved you before the baby. Wanting to be with you, to marry you, that’s not just because of the baby.”
His words wrapped around my heart. “Me too, Wyatt. I love you so much.” I leaned in and kissed him. Then he wrapped me in his arms as we took in the magic of the moment and of the place. I truly was in heaven. A heaven on earth. Or, perhaps it was more accurate to say, I was in Eden.
Introduction: Forbidden Best Friend’s Brother
I accidentally married my best friend’s brother.
Pax Ryder is the reclusive, sexy as hell rockstar that every woman in the world wants…except me.
I learned my lesson six years ago, when after a perfect romantic night, he told his sister—my best friend—that I was a mistake.
You know what they say…once bitten twice shy.
So when I ran into him again at my best friend’s wedding, I did all I could to avoid him.
But then he kissed me in the moonlight by the lake, confusing my senses.
And then he showed up in Vegas, crashing my business dinner and insinuating himself into my life again.
In a moment of weakness, I let him touch me in the way that only Pax could, and now I’m his wife and I’m headed for a fake honeymoon...
I let him touch me in the hot tub…in the shower...and in the bed.
The question is, what do we do now that this fake marriage is starting to feel real?
Prologue
Victoria
The wheels of the plane hit the runway and broke hard, jerking me awake. I looked out the fi
rst-class seat window. London, here I am.
I checked my watch sent to me for free by a designer watchmaker to show off on my Instagram feed. It was seven in the morning. Back in California, where I lived, it was still yesterday, the day before my birthday. Not just any birthday. My twenty-first birthday.
Back in the United States, turning twenty-one was a bigger deal than here in London, where the drinking age was eighteen. My family offered to throw me a party at home. I had friends who said they’d take me drinking. But I wanted to spend my twenty-first birthday with my best friend, Lily Maddox. The problem was, to spend time with Lily meant I needed to go wherever she was. Having followed in her mother’s footsteps and become a model, she was often out of state or out of the country. No worries. I was fortunate that I came from an affluent family that still gave me a sizable allowance. Not that I was a total slacker. I earned a fairly decent income simply by being me on social media. Not only did I get paid by companies to use or endorse their products, but I also got a lot of free stuff. Too much really. Most of it I donated to women’s groups, shelters, and other places where I felt women could better use the clothes, makeup, accessories, and health goods I was often sent.
I pulled my purse out and opened my compact. I definitely looked like I’d been sleeping on a plane, so I did my best to freshen up as the plane pulled up to the gate. I couldn’t wait to see Lily and spend the day with her shopping and laughing, and of course having a drink or two, although they would be my first. And if I saw her brother Paxton, well, that would be icing on the cake. Not that I’d tell her that. A few years back, when I realized Paxton was a hottie and not a bore, I mentioned it to her.
“Has Pax been working out?” I’d asked her the last time I saw them together when we were seventeen and they, along with their mother, were staying with my family at the house in Malibu.
“I don’t know. Why?”
He was walking out of the ocean, his swim trunks riding low, and his chest sculpted, his abs showing at least four, if not six, packs. All my girlie parts flared to life.