Ranger's Baby Surprise

by Violet Paige

  “They’re all right here, Abi. Fifty-five.” I hadn’t read more than a few keywords from them.

  “How did you even get into my email?”

  “My team analyzed all your traffic,” I answered. “They scoured your social media too. I should have a report that cross-references this address with any posts.”

  “You didn’t ask me about that.” She shoved the tablet into my hands.

  “Ask? I had to get an analysis on any threatening activity.”

  She turned away. “So you hacked my accounts? Did you break into my phone too? Is that why I can’t have it?”

  “Hold on. We aren’t getting off target here.” I tossed the tablet on the table. “These emails could lead us to your attacker and you’re pissed at me?”

  She pulled the quilt tighter. It was starting to slip against her arm. There was a thin sliver of moonlight falling across the floor like a line dividing the room in half. Abi was on her side and I was on mine.

  “I’m pissed about everything.”

  “That’s fair.” I lowered my voice. I didn’t want this to escalate into a fight.

  “And you think it’s justified. All your actions. Keeping me hidden. Hacking my personal information. Heading up the investigation.”

  “I do.” I pressed my lips together.

  8

  Abi

  He could be infuriating and stubborn. Like an immovable wall. Had it been one of the things I loved or hated about him? Standing in the Big Bear living room I wasn’t sure anymore. The news of the emails was disturbing. The fact that Reid had hacked all my accounts was maddening.

  I hadn’t leaned on him in so long it felt like an invasion, when once it was natural.

  And then there were the kisses that had blistered my lips and turned me into complete putty. I wanted his hands on me. His lips blazing over my skin. My body craved him. It missed him.

  He could soothe nightmares and hold me.

  But this was reality. Reid was controlling and overprotective. And right now he was in bodyguard mode. The man who had started to let the shield crack fifteen minutes ago had quickly patched it back up.

  I saw the gun tucked in his pajama pants. I didn’t even realize he had grabbed it on the way out of the bedroom. He had an ease with guns and knives I couldn’t begin to understand.

  I lowered my eyes to the floor and slumped on the couch. “I didn’t see those emails. Ralph forwards the important things to my private account. If it’s fan mail, he handles it. Someone on his staff responds.”

  “Then there’s a possibility Ralph read these?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s possible I guess.”

  “I need to get him on the phone now.”

  “Reid, wait. What time is it?”

  “3am,” he replied.

  “Let Ralph sleep. You can talk to him in the morning.”

  He groaned. “You don’t get it. This comes first. You come first.”

  “Then why don’t you act like it?”

  “Excuse me?” He put his cell down.

  “Nothing has made sense for the past week. If I’m being completely honest, the past two years.” I turned to look at him. “It shouldn’t take a near-death experience for you to be back. And I don’t even know if this is back. You’re cold. You’re distant. Unless I need you. And then you want to be in my bed. I can’t handle it. I can’t handle this. Whatever it is.”

  He tried to talk, but I held up my hand. I wasn’t finished.

  “I may never have another chance to say this.” My throat tightened. “You were supposed to be it. You were supposed to be the man I spent my life with. I trusted you. I believed you. And you walked away.” I blinked. “That kind of blind trust doesn’t suddenly reappear. I felt so broken I didn’t believe in any man. I don’t know that I will.” I took a deep breath. “I know you’re worried about me. I believe you. But I don’t want my hired bodyguard back.”

  “If we’re only having this conversation once, do you at least want to hear what I want?” His voice was deep and slow.

  “Ok. I’m listening.”

  “It’s simple. It’s always been simple.” He paused in front of the couch and I felt the energy around him. There was nothing cold or distant. He radiated heat. “You. I only want you.”

  I shook my head. “It’s not simple.”

  He knelt in front of me. “You’re right. I get wrapped up in the target. I spend more time on your safety than you. I always did. I’m doing it again, against every warning in my head. I have to fight the instinct to protect you and just give in and love you.” He tugged at the quilt, letting it fall away, exposing my breasts. He sighed. “I do love you. I love you enough to abandon my company. Enough to hide you from the world. Enough to spend every dime I have to make sure you’re alive and happy.”

  My pulse quickened. His thumb ran over my nipple, making it perk. My eyes landed on his.

  “Not like this,” I whispered.

  “Then like what? How do I tell you I’ve been lost since …” His words trailed off. “Since I made the worst mistake of my life.”

  “It’s too easy this way.”

  And it was. Our bodies knew each other. Wanted each other. He didn’t have to touch me for me to know he spread fire under my skin.

  His mouth lowered to my nipple. Kissing it before sucking it between his teeth.

  My head reeled back. “Reid,” I whimpered. I pressed his head to my chest, wanting more pressure. Wanting to feel the life surge through me.

  His teeth clamped against the tight bud and I bucked. The last of the quilt fell to the floor.

  His hand trailed along my waist before sliding my legs apart. I gasped as his fingers slipped between my wet folds. I opened eager to feel him. He flicked my clit and my hips rocked. It wasn’t enough. I rocked again, panting until his fingers sank inside my pussy.

  Shit. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it did. It always did when Reid was inside me.

  He pumped in and out, climbing on top of me as we fell backward on the couch. His mouth covered my neck and shoulder, kissing me wildly. Licking, sucking.

  I worked his pajama pants over his hips, pushing them down his legs until he could kick them off his ankles. They landed on the floor. His made a trail of kisses, lower each time until he was circling my navel.

  I gasped as my knees were pressed wide and his head dove to my heated center.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. His tongue was wild and expressive lapping at my juices.

  I tugged at his dark hair, urging him to go deeper. Suck harder. Drink faster.

  As his tongue plunged inside me I found the fire I had missed. My body was alive in his arms. I was like captured lightning when he commanded me this way.

  I felt his growls vibrate against my thighs and through my entrance.

  My core tightened, tingling faster and tighter as he coaxed the orgasm from my body.

  “Come baby,” he growled. “Let me feel you.” I heard the anguish in his voice.

  I didn’t have a defense when it came to this man. He could love me. He could leave me. And I’d still be his. My body would still come for him time after time.

  The last resistance I had snapped as he thrust his tongue from my clit to my pussy and I felt the waterfall of sensation wash over me.

  “Oh shit,” I moaned.

  I grabbed his head, grinding my hips into the roughness of his face. Burning my thighs with the friction. Releasing my body from the built-up ache seven days of Reid created. It poured through me, lifting me through the sky. Until I had nowhere to go but land in his arms.

  He kissed my knee, stilling me with a lusty gaze. “I missed you. So much.”

  He tucked his arms under me and scooped me up from the couch. “Where are we going?”

  “My bed,” he answered.

  He kicked the door to his room open and lowered me on the bed. He climbed toward me and I thought my heart would explode.

  I’d loved him. I’d mourned h
im. I’d cried too much. Missed him too much. And now the pain had vanished. He was here, loving me again.

  He folded his arms around me, kissing me roughly. I tasted my scent on his tongue.

  “I swear I’ll never leave again.”

  I nodded. We could talk tomorrow. We could talk next week. I didn’t care as long as he was inside me.

  I reached between us, fisting his wide cock in my hand. He groaned as my palm slid over the silky skin. I traced the throbbing vein with my thumb.

  “You drive me crazy, Abi. I want to fuck you. And never stop.”

  I whimpered, wanting that too.

  He nudged his cock against my entrance. My breath caught as he made a circle, coating the thick head in my juices. His fingers threaded through mine as he pushed my hands over my head.

  His cock inched inside me and we both groaned. The pressure and pleasure was intense. I had to adjust to his size again. I stretched and quivered around him, knowing what was about to come.

  “Never again,” he whispered, clasping my hands. He slammed into me and I screamed his name as he drove deep inside me.

  I looked into his eyes. His gorgeous face hovered over me. His chiseled jaw set in a determined line as he thrust into me, making us whole again.

  “Reid, I—” My head turned to the side as his body overwhelmed mine with pleasure.

  “What? You want more? You need more?” he asked with a husky voice.

  “Yes, please,” I begged.

  He scooped me up, depositing on my knees.

  I pressed my palms into his expensive sheets as my ass rose in the air. I hissed as his cock sank inside me. Each time he gripped my waist harder and tighter.

  My breasts bounced, grazing the bed with each thrust. It felt so good. So incredible to be in his bed again. To be consumed and loved by his body.

  Reid skimmed my hip, following my hipbone, grazing my clit with his fingers.

  “Ohh.” I jerked upright.

  He chuckled. “Feel good?”

  I moaned when his fingers flicked against the tender bud of flesh. Each touch jolted me closer to my next orgasm. I was going to come faster this time. What choice did I have. Reid filled me so fully. I clenched around his cock, trying to climb my way to climax faster. He pushed inside me, slamming his balls against me.

  I cried out with pleasure. With pain. With love.

  He strummed between my legs until I was panting and begging.

  “You’re mine, Abi. You fucking belong to me.”

  “God, yes,” I called over my shoulder.

  He rocked forward, kicking my hands out from under me so that he pinned his chest to my back.

  “Reid,” I whimpered.

  He was deeper this way. We were closer. There was no air between us. Only our bodies melting each other.

  “Fuck.”

  He came as violently as I did. Our bodies fluttered as we came together. Cresting and crashing. Rising and falling.

  He kissed my neck and back, pumping in and out.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  His release spilled inside me and I sucked in desperate breaths, searching for air.

  He let the full weight of his giant body relax as he rolled to the side, tucking me against him in the process.

  He smoothed the hair from my neck, planting one kiss after another. His thumb rubbed my breasts, circling over my nipples.

  “I’m addicted to your body. I always have been,” he admitted.

  I bit my lip. I was in some strange place where euphoria was mixed with sadness. And in the pit of my stomach there was fear. Fear that I had just opened my heart to him again. Yet, my body was his. There was no doubt this is where I belonged. I might as well have Reid Taylor tattooed all over me. Inked in my skin to prove how permanently he had taken hold of me.

  I twisted to face him. His features were dark in the shadows.

  “We’re doing things differently this time,” I stated.

  He brushed his lips over my mouth. “I don’t know how, but I swear I will.”

  “We start by going back to Malibu tomorrow.”

  He opened his mouth and I pressed my thumb to his firm lips. His head tilted to the side.

  “I’ll listen to you. But you have to listen to me too.”

  He sighed. “And you expect me to willingly take you somewhere I don’t think is safe?”

  “It’s award season. You can’t ask me to withdraw from the world. It’s not a reasonable request. And you know it.” He sucked on my finger and I moaned. “And Javier is awake. I need to visit. It’s the right thing to do.”

  He grabbed my ass, digging his fingers into the softest part of my bottom. “Those are convincing points. Do you have any others?”

  My pulse escalated and I had to fight for the reasons to leave Big Bear.

  We had just found each other again. Couldn’t we hide up here and have earth-shattering sex day after day?

  “I’ll compromise,” I breathed.

  “This is a first.”

  “You can send your team or whoever to the beach house ahead of us. Twenty-four hours and then we leave Big Bear.”

  He hiked my leg to his hip and I gasped when I felt how hard his cock already was. He pressed it between my swollen folds and I moaned, wanting him again. Needing his body.

  “Deal.” He took my mouth with a sudden kiss.

  I pushed against him. “Did you just agree?”

  He nodded, yanking me on top of him. “I did. See? Changed man.”

  I straddled him, looking down in his eyes. The last bit of fear that I had clung to vanished and I decided I was going to live in the place of euphoria.

  9

  Reid

  Abi smiled at me from across the kitchen island. She had made coffee and a batch of muffins.

  “Are you always on that thing now?” she asked, motioning to my tablet.

  “It’s the best way to stay connected to TS,” I explained.

  She crossed her legs, showing the edge of her bottom. She was wearing one of my T-shirts.

  “It’s still hard to wrap my head around the company.” She pulled off the top of a blueberry muffin. “You invented the Connect Tech and it took off.”

  “There’s no doubt it changed my life.” I took a sip of coffee. My eyes hadn’t moved from the soft skin along her thigh. “But what do you want to know?”

  “Ok. Yeah. I’d like to ask you some questions, Mr. Billionaire Taylor,” she teased.

  I laughed. “You can’t call me that.”

  “Ok, just Mr. Billionaire then.”

  I shot her a warning stare. “What do you want to know?”

  “Do you like it?” she asked.

  I laid the tablet next to the basket of muffins. “Sure.”

  “That’s not very convincing. Does it make you happy running a company?”

  I inhaled. “I haven’t thought about it like that. It gives me something. I don’t know that I’d call it happiness. Security, I guess.” I winked. “No pun intended.”

  Her laughter was light. “At least you still have a sense of humor.”

  “I try.”

  “Tell me something about it. What’s your favorite part?” She held the coffee between her palms.

  “Other than the money? Hmm.” I pressed my lips together.

  “I’m serious, Reid. How did you go from a security contractor to owning a billion-dollar company? That’s a huge change. There has to be something meaningful in it for you. Something that drives you.”

  That was the purist in Abi. She thought everything had to have a sense of purpose. All intentions were meant for a positive outcome. She didn’t accept that sometimes people did things because they were stupid. Or because they were dark and hopeless. And sometimes people did things because they had nothing else to do. Boredom. I wondered if the shooting had changed her perspective on the human spirit.

  I rubbed the back of my neck. “I still protect people.” My eyes flashed to
hers. “Just not on a one-on-one basis. That’s something I feel good about. I employ thousands of people. I’d like to think they enjoy their jobs. And I make a shit-ton of money. I found a way to use a skill I had to invent a device that makes people safer. Families can sleep better. I don’t say it, but yeah, I’m fucking proud of Taylor Securities.”

  “Well you should say it.” She grinned. “What you’ve done is incredible.”

  I walked toward her. I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “You know what I hate about it?”

  She searched my eyes. “No. What?”

  “That I did it without you.” My palm flattened against her thigh, pushing the T-shirt up her hip.

  “We’re not going back though.” She shook her head. “Only forward.”

  I nodded. “I’m never doing any of it without you again.”

  Her hands raised toward the ceiling as a drug the shirt over her head.

  “You’re so damn sexy,” I growled.

  I lifted her from the barstool and sat her on the corner. I shoved my boxer briefs to the floor. My cock sprung free, bobbing between her legs. I saw the hungry look in her eyes. My perfect Abi.

  I could suffocate if I wasn’t inside her. She was my oxygen. My light.

  I spread her legs as I pulled her ass to the edge of the counter.

  Abi dug her heels into my back as I thrust my cock inside her hot velvet pussy.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her lower back.

  She leaned back, jutting her tits forward. I never felt anything like her. She gripped and clutched my dick like she owned it. Her walls were a vise and I was her prisoner as I fucked her senseless on the kitchen counter.

  “Oh shit, Reid,” she whimpered as I hammered into her. I had a great angle on my feet, pumping inside her with certain strokes.

  “You feel so good.” I buried myself inside her. This perfect woman. The woman I’d risked everything for.

  Her nails clawed into my back as I picked up the pace, driving us closer to our orgasms.

  “I-I’m going to…” Her eyes closed and I watched as she came in my arms.