Malta with My Best Friend's Dad: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 256)
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It’s an animal that will never leave, never stop, no matter how long we’re together.
I kiss closer and closer to that perfect-scented hole.
“Kane,” she moans. “First, I need to tell you something. I wanted to tell you… Ah, ah, ah.”
I push her panties aside and stroke my tongue across her hole, pressing down so I can taste her juices on my tongue. I squeeze her ass at the same time, feeling her pleasure shimmer through her.
Pushing in, I tongue her sweet hole, pushing down so my whole mouth explodes with her taste.
Fuck.
It’s good. It’s really, really damn good.
“Kane, I’m…”
I pull out and lick down to her clit, stroking it back and forth. I love it when she gets like this, moaning and interrupting her own sentences, unable to hold back the pleasure moving through her. My horny girl makes me feel so powerful.
“You’re going to come for me,” I snarl. “And then you can say whatever you need to say. But first, you’re going to squirt and come all down your gorgeous thick thighs.”
“Kane…”
I spank her ass softly. She likes me to give her playful spanks, just hard enough to make her creamy flesh turn red. She whimpers as I make contact and sticks her ass out even more.
“Are you going to come?” I lick my middle finger and push it inside of her, moving around her warm tight slit. “Are you going to squirt for me?”
“Yes, yes, yessss.”
Oh my God, she’s never creamed that quickly before.
I stare in fascination as she starts to vibrate and pulse against my finger. Faster and harder, I rub her, until that sweet cream is sliding down her thighs.
Fingering her roughly, I lick up her inner thigh to catch her beads of sweetness. This drives her even crazier as I properly finger-fuck her against the wall, nibbling on the tangy flesh of her thigh, and inhaling the perfection of her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She gasps. “Oh my God.”
I stand up and go for my boxers. “Your hole’s nice and ready now.”
“Yes.” She spins, reaching up and touching my face. Her cheeks are red and her eyes are wide and excited. Bright. “But first I need to tell you something. Then you can fuck me, Kane. Fuck me hard after I tell you.”
I step forward, looking into her eyes, at the message there. “I can read you so well.”
She bites her lips and nods, tears springing to her tears – tears as bright and happy and hopeful as the glittering sea where I proposed to her. “Yes, you can. You can read me better than anyone.”
My heart starts to pound as a thought rushes through me, as it sends adrenaline rushing to every part of me, as my head hammers with the tension and I almost have to roar the words. But I stare, at her tears, waiting.
“Kelly?”
My voice is deep and gruff.
“Kelly?”
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers, collapsing against me.
I catch her and hug her close. “Yes, what?”
“I’m pregnant.” She trembles against me as I hold her, as I stroke my fingers through her hair and kiss the top of her head. “I’m pregnant, Kane. We’re pregnant.”
I kiss the top of her head again, and again, as though by doing that I can fight it. “I know.”
“Hey, hey.” She claws onto my chest and looks up at me. “You can cry. You can let it out.”
I laugh but halfway through, it becomes a croak, my voice cracking, and suddenly tears are streaming down my cheeks. These are the tears I never cried when my Army brothers passed, when Lena’s mother died, or a whole host of other hellish shit happened to me. But this woman is my everything, my forever, and now our future… our future….
We collapse against each other, as we both cry, as tears of pure happiness and joy flood out of us.
“You better not tell anyone about this.” I chuckle, dabbing at my eyes.
“What, our pregnancy?”
I grin. “Ha, ha. No. The crying.”
She giggles and moves forward. “Is that an order?”
I reach down and grab her ass, as she moves her palm to my shaft and strokes through my boxers. “Maybe it is,” I growl.
Then I pause, our faces close together, staring into her eyes. “I love you so, so much. I can’t wait to watch you become a mother. I can’t wait to be with you, always, forever. Forever.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, leaning forward to kiss me. “Forever.”
Extended Epilogue
One Year Later
Kane
I stand at the rear of the concert hall, with little Joey in the front harness. He loves to sit in there with his earmuffs on, his head resting against my chest. I hug my arms around him and lean against the wall. “Ready to hear Mommy sing, little man?”
This is my woman’s first show, opening for a bigger singer who’s in town. She was so nervous leading up to this, pacing around the bedroom with her hands at her sides, clenching and unclenching her fists.
“What if it all goes wrong? What if they hate me? What if I can’t sing? What if my dress looks silly with my baby weight…”
“Hey.” I paced over to her and gripped her shoulders, spinning her so she was facing me. “The baby weight makes you look even more beautiful. Look at your curves.”
It was always difficult to stop myself from mauling her, especially when she was strutting around the bedroom in nothing but her bathrobe, silk fluttering open at the middle to reveal tempting slices of thigh and breast.
“You’re beautiful. You were singing all through the pregnancy. And I happen to know little Joey loves your singing.”
He’s named Joey after one of my old military buddies, one of the men I made the run for… Those streets – the gunfire, and Joey just screaming, just roaring out for me to help him. There was nothing I could do. I brought him back but his wounds were too bad, now I have a Joey close to my heart. I’ve honored him.
“Aye, little buddy?” I say now, leaning down and kissing his head softly. “Are you excited?”
He murmurs sleepily and I study him for a moment, loving how much of his mother he has in his features.
Finally, the curtains flutter and the crowd goes quiet. A few hushed whispers hover in the air as the lights go low, the darkness broken by a few phones aimed at the stage. The curtains open and my woman’s voice crackles through the sound system.
“Hello, everybody.”
She looks to the back of the room, her eyes locked on mine.
I stare at her outfit – a gown of glittering black gemstones, trailing from her heaving breasts and spilling down so her feet are hidden. Her hair is pinned back and black jewels glitter at her ears. She was so in love with this outfit, but nervous too, but I knew she never had to be.
She looks like a queen, and I stare in wonder at the love of my life, the mother of my child. My wife. I stare and I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“My name is Kelly Konstantinov.” She smiles when she says the name without stumbling. I teased her for a while about it… teasing which always led to kissing, to embracing, to the red-hot clashing of our always-ready bodies. “And this is my song.”
Joey murmurs as her voice rings out softly. She purposefully picked one of her quieter ones to protect Joey’s hearing, hence the earmuffs. People might say we’re a little protective of our little man, but we value him so much. We love him so much. He is our everything.
“I found you in a sea so bright…”
My woman sings and the crowd falls silent, the room filling with a sense of awe at her clear, unbroken voice. Soft piano keys lace the air, but her voice is the main attraction.
“We said it would be a night…”
And on her voice flies on, as I cradle our son to my chest, the happiest man alive.
Extended Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Kelly
“How many you got, boys?” Kane says as he does push-ups on the tiles next to the pool,
his body is glistening and wet. I sit back and stare over at him, as Joey does push-ups next to him, and Ryan and Alex do them on the other side of the pool.
Our three boys – ten years old and two five year olds – are just like their dad, following him everywhere with such looks of love in their eyes it melts my heart at times.
I laugh as Joey does a couple more, and then hops to his feet and does a backflip into the pool.
“Careful,” I say, doing that mom thing where I keep my voice low because I’m holding Emma – but loud enough for my children to hear.
“Mom, I always nail that flip.” Joey laughs.
I laugh, shaking my head, meeting Kane’s gaze for a moment as he climbs to his feet. Water dripping down his torso and his hair glistening even more silver when it’s wet.
“You know what he’s like,” my husband says. “A thrill seeker, aren’t you, kid?”
“Do you remember how gentle you used to be with him?” I say, stroking my hand across Emma’s head. I’ll never get used to how beautiful newborns look as they sleep, cradled in my arms, their little eyes closed and content. “You used to handle him like he could break.”
“That was before he got so big. Right, son?”
Kane laughs and runs toward the pool.
“Uh oh, a tidal wave.” Joey laughs and runs over to Ryan and Alex. “Get down, bros.”
Like they always do, the two younger ones follow their older brother’s command, dropping down into the water with a giggle. I love how they giggle, my sweet black haired boys, with their father’s eyes and their father’s smile.
Looking past them, I check on Lacy, sitting in the shadow of the tree with her paperback balanced on her knees. She reads so quickly, our precious precocious eight year old, moving her head a little from side to side as she quickly scans the pages.
“She’s going to be an artist, like you,” Kane said to me last night. “Just you wait.”
I think he’s right, except she’ll fill bookshops with her work instead of theaters and clubs and – yes – even stadiums with people. I still can’t believe it sometimes, as a mother of five, that I get to walk out on stage and sing, and fill the air with my voice and music, and people’s hearts with warmth.
They can feel what I feel through my songs, just for a moment – the love that marks every moment of my life, the love that comes from Kane and Lena and her husband and her family, and Mom and Dad, and the children. It comes from my Joey, Alex, Ryan, sweet Lacy, and now from Emma, perfect Emma.
I look down, stroking her precious cheeks. “I love you so much. You’ve got a lot to look forward to, little lady. You’ve got brothers and sisters waiting for you. You’ve got a father and mother who will always, always be there.”
I lift her to my lips and kiss her forehead tenderly.
This is my life. Full of love and joy.
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Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
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Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
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Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
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Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad
Book 104: Basketball Babymaker
Book 105: Possessive Veterinarian
Book 106: Brother’s Fireman Friend
Book 107: Brother’s Canadian Cowboy Friend
Book 108: Summer Vacation with Dad’s Best Friend
Book 109: Dad’s Italian Mafia Friend
Book 110: Dad’s Irish Mafia Friend
Book 111: Dad’s Football Friend
Book 112: Possessing His Dancing Queen
Book 113: Brother’s Cop Friend
Book 114: Halloween With Dad’s Best Friend
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Book 115: Claimed By Her Boss
Book 116: Possessive Rider
Book 117: Dad’s Ex-Biker Buddy
Book 118: Possessive Undercover Cop
Book 119: Falling For Her Boss
Book 120: Claiming His Fashionista
Book 121: More Than Dad’s Best Friend
Book 122: Thanksgiving With Dad’s Best Friend
Book 123: Bossy Italian
Book 124: Christmas With Dad’s Mafia Friend
Book 125: Maid For The Italian Mafia
Book 126: Nutcracker
Book 127: Cowboy Cerrone
Book 128: Chef’s Kiss
Book 129: Claimed By The Russian
Book 130: Bought By The Italian Mafia
Book 131: Hot Nerd
Book 132: Dad’s Italian Mafia Boss
Book 133: Mine
Book 134: Taken By The Thief
Book 135: Curves Ahead
Book 136: Her Mafia Valentine
Book 137: Doctor Valentine
Book 138: Maid For The Irish Mafia
Book 139: Winning Her Curves
Book 140: Dad’s Cartel Best Friend
Book 141: Dad’s Greek Mafia Friend
Book 142: Lawyer’s Obsession
Book 143: Attending Her Curves
Book 144: Maid for the Russian Mafia
Book 145: Priest
Book 146: Claimed By Dad’s Best Friend
Book 147: His Curvy Office Obsession
Book 148: Easter with Dad's Best Friend
Book 149: Veterinarian's Obsession
Book 150: Curves For Her Older Boss
Book 151: Mob Lawyer's Curves
Book 152: Maid For The Doctor Next Door
Book 153: Possessive Forest Ranger
Book 154: Nurse For The Russian Mafia
Book 155: Dad’s Fireman Friend
Book 156: Russian Mountain Man
Book 157: Possessive Italian Doctor
Book 158: Dad's EMT Best Friend
Book 159: Claimed By The Publisher
Book 160: Mr. CEO
Book 161: His Curvy Castaway Obsession