The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed, his fingers tightening in my hair.

  My eyes locked with his, I began sucking on his cock in earnest. I was determined to make him lose all control. To get him as wild with need as I always was when his mouth was on my pussy. I wasn’t able to get all of his length in my mouth, he was too big. So I used one hand to stroke the part of him I couldn’t fit inside while my mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft.

  On the next upslide, I stroked my tongue on the underside of his cock. “I’m going to come, Macy. I can’t hold back. Your mouth feels too good.”

  He tried pulling my head away, but I wasn’t about to let him do that. I sucked harder, drawing his cock in and out of my mouth faster. I moaned against his flesh each time the metal bar scraped against the top of my mouth.

  “Oh fuck yeah, angel. Just like that. Keep those pretty lips wrapped tight around me as I come down your throat.”

  I tightened my hold on his shaft and swirled my tongue on the underside of his cock until he came, shooting his seed straight down my throat. I felt his legs tremble as his cock jerked in my mouth. When he was done, I pulled back and took a deep breath, drawing some much needed air into my lungs.

  “Holy hell, angel,” Rhys panted as he pushed out of his chair and fell to his knees before me. Pulling me into his arms, he buried his face in my shoulder and nuzzled me. “That was amazing.”

  I giggled lightly. “Another first.”

  “It damn well better have been,” he rasped. “You were amazing. I love you so much.”

  “What?” I gasped, pulling away from his embrace to look up at him.

  “You heard me, dammit. I love you. And you fucking love me, too.”

  Any thought of him saying it in the heat of the moment was wiped away by how grouchy he was when he repeated it.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Fucking right, you do,” he growled, rising to his feet and lifting me into his arms. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom, where he spent the rest of the night showing me exactly how much he loved me while making me tell him those three little words over and over again until I’d almost lost my voice.

  9

  Rhys

  It took two weeks of patience and gritting my teeth every time I had to drop Macy off at Dirty Players. I hated every moment she was at that place but every time I tried to talk to her about quitting, it ended up in an argument. The make-up sex almost made it worth it . . . but not enough for me to give in to the issue. She’d stopped pushing back on letting me drive her to and from work, though she grumbled about it frequently. It was fucking adorable and every time her lips dropped into that cute pout, all I could picture was how they looked wrapped around my dick.

  We had plans to have dinner with Aspen and Weston, as well as his sister, Jenna, and her fiancé, Quinn. So when I picked her up from work, we needed to head home to quickly change before going back out. As soon as she climbed into the car, Macy leaned over and pecked my lips with a murmured hello. My hands immediately buried in her hair, gripping it and keeping her from retreating.

  “What have I told you about how you kiss your man, angel?” I demanded gruffly. She rolled her eyes then threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. When she pulled back, I grunted, “Better,” and nodded. It was all I could muster because I was mostly speechless, mentally talking myself down from fucking her right there in the parking lot.

  Macy smiled and winked at me before plopping back down into the passenger seat. I pulled out and drove home while she grabbed her cell to check her email.

  We were just pulling into the driveway when she shouted, “HOLY FUCK!” causing me to slam on the brakes and look around for the danger that had scared her.

  She was practically bouncing in her seat, and I sucked in a deep breath as I realized it hadn’t been an exclamation of fear.

  “For the love of—Macy! You scared the fuck out of me!” She stopped and turned to face me, immediately becoming contrite when she saw the expression on my face.

  “Oops. Sorry, Rhys. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. You will never believe the email I got!” Her words gradually escalated until she was almost yelling again. I shook my head in exasperation, but fought a smile as I pulled the car fully into the drive and turned it off. She was so fucking cute.

  I shifted in my seat until I was facing her. “Tell me,” I urged. Her smile was brilliant as she shoved her phone towards me, almost smacking me in the face. I laughed and took it, dropping my eyes to scan the email. It was from Kassidy’s publishing house. They wanted to offer her a contract for the book she’d submitted, as well as two more.

  The joy that was radiating from Macy flowed through me, as well as a bit of smug satisfaction. I may have paved the way a little, but Macy had earned this all on her own. “This is amazing, angel. I’m so proud of you.” She threw her arms around me in a tight hug.

  “Thank you for nagging me into sending it,” she laughed.

  “Nagging?” I asked in mock offense. Macy grinned and nodded, matter of factly.

  “Yup.” She let the P pop and winked at me. She was so damn beautiful, I couldn’t help but pull her in close and take her mouth in a deep kiss. I cupped her face, and as she responded I turned her head at a different angle, deepening the kiss. My hands slid back into her silky auburn hair, gripping it to keep her right where I wanted her. Heat raced through me as our tongues tangled and her hands began to wander all over.

  When her small hand cupped the large bulge in my slacks, I sucked in a breath and searched for control. “How about we celebrate with you inside of me?” she whispered.

  Search over, mission failure. My hands dropped to her waist and I dragged her onto my lap. She made quick work of the buttons on my shirt and my hands tunneled under hers to unhook her bra.

  Cupping her perfect, small tits, my thumbs brushed over her hard nipples causing her to moan and grind her pussy onto my cock. I was ready to tear open my pants and thrust inside her when a horn honked, drawing me slightly out of the fog of lust.

  “House,” I rasped. “Now.”

  Macy opened the door and scrambled out, already sprinting to the front door before I’d even exited the car. I wasn’t far behind her and she’d already unlocked it when I caught up. Two steps in, I slammed the door shut and whirled her around, gently shoving her back up against a wall.

  My mouth slammed down onto her once again, only breaking our connection to rip her shirt over her head. After I’d taken my fill of her mouth, I drew her loose bra down her arms and it fell to the ground. “You are so fucking hot, angel.” I dropped to my knees in front of her, our height difference putting me at the perfect level to suck one peaked nipple into my mouth while at the same time removing her jeans and underwear.

  I kissed my way down until I reached her pussy, the sweet scent making my mouth water. Pushing her legs wide, I lifted one of them over my shoulder, exposing her sex completely. It was pink and shimmering with her arousal. “Look at you,” I growled. “So wet and ready for me. I love your pretty little pussy, baby. Love tasting your sweetness, love fucking it with my cock.”

  Macy whimpered and her hips bucked. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” I growled before licking up her center. She cried out and it sent a jolt straight to my cock, causing come to leak from it and making a mess of my suit pants. I sucked her hard clit and plunged two fingers up into her. She was so primed it immediately set her off. Her screams rang through the entry, echoing off the marble floors.

  Surging to my feet, I discarded the rest of my clothes before lifting her up and grinding my erection into her, pressing her hard into the wall. Even though I’d licked her clean moments before, her pussy was already drenched again and coating my cock with her slick juices.

  “I need you,” she breathed while licking around the metal bar through my nipple before sucking it into her mouth. I groa
ned, half a breath from losing control.

  “Tell me you love me, angel,” I demanded, rubbing my cock between her folds.

  “I love you so much, Rhys.” I slipped just the tip in, then pulled back, almost grinning at her little growl of displeasure.

  I rubbed my piercing over her clit and demanded, “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “Please!” she pleaded desperately.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, angel. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Rhys. Fuck! Please, baby. Fuck me.”

  “Damn fucking right you belong to me, angel,” I ground out as I plunged balls deep inside her. “This hot, tight pussy belongs to me.” I punctuated my words with another hard thrust. My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. “These perfect tits belong to me.” Thrust. My hands slid back to grasp her ass. “This ass is all mine.” Thrust. “But what I really want is your love.” Thrust. “It’s mine, isn’t it Macy?”

  “Yes!” she screamed.

  “Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” A wild, animalistic beast clawed to the surface and I fucked her hard and fast, driving us both closer and closer to oblivion.

  “Yes! I’m almost—Don’t stop, Rhys!”

  If I hadn’t been lost to my need for her, I might have laughed. Nothing could make me stop now.

  “Fuck, Macy! Oh, yeah! Just like that. Fuck!” I shouted. “Come, angel. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock, sucking up every fucking drop of my come.” She may not have admitted it out loud, but her walls clamped down at my words. She wanted my baby. She was so tight, I had to fight my way out so I could push back in. “Let go, Macy,” I commanded, and my roar battled with her screams as we came together.

  It was one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever had and my knees were weak. So, I twisted around and slid down the wall to sit on the ground as we panted and tried to recover. I kept her flush against me, still buried deep, not wanting any of my seed to leak. If she wasn’t already, I was sure this time I’d succeeded in planting my baby in her belly.

  My mouth sought out hers and I kissed her tenderly, pouring my love into it. “I love you, angel,” I whispered. “If this is what’s going to happen every time you get published, I’m going to make sure every one of your books lands before the right set of eyes.”

  Macy giggled. “You act like it was all your doing that got me published.” She smacked my chest and I stopped breathing as I realized what I’d said. “Not that you weren’t integral by talking me into sending my book to them.” She kissed my chin, then down my neck. I stifled my sigh of relief when it was clear she’d misunderstood me.

  “You better call Weston. We might be a little late since you got me all dirty and now I need to shower,” she smirked.

  Without losing our connection, I carefully got to my feet and carried her upstairs to our bedroom. Entering the master bath, I set her on the counter and finally withdrew. I hated leaving the warmth and comfort inside her. I would give up anything if I could live with my cock permanently in her pussy.

  After pressing the button to activate the heated floors and picking the water temperature on the digital display by the shower, I picked her up again and carried her under the spray.

  “You’re always carrying me,” she mumbled, shaking her head, though her arms clung to me a little tighter.

  “That’s because I like having you pressed against me,” I murmured against her lips. “And, you’re tiny, angel. Lighter than a feather.” I grinned when she frowned.

  “I am not tiny!”

  I squeezed her affectionately. “You’re perfect for me.”

  “You always say the sweetest things.” She sighed and melted into me. Where there was Macy, an erection was never far behind. And, holding her naked in my arms, under the hot water, had him standing at full attention. Macy’s eyebrows raised when the tip brushed against her ass. She grinned seductively. “I guess we’re going to be really late.”

  “Holy cow!” Aspen shrieked, pulling Macy in for a hug. She rolled her eyes when I grumbled and tugged Macy back into my embrace. I didn’t like anyone wrapping themselves around my woman, even if it was another female who was happily married.

  Macy had waited until after dinner, which we were surprisingly only twenty minutes late for, to share her news. As expected, Aspen and Jenna were over the moon for her.

  “I want all the details!” Jenna clapped her hands excitedly as she spoke.

  We moved to their living room and Macy happily told them everything that had been in the email. The cry of a baby sounded through the monitor on the end table and Weston kissed Aspen’s forehead before leaving the room.

  Jenna was cocooned in Quinn’s arms on the couch, but she sat forward and tapped her chin with her index finger, looking thoughtful.

  “What was the name of the publishing house?”

  Dread trickled into my veins and my arms tightened around Macy.

  “Harbor House Publishing.” She titled her head up and smiled at me, her eyes sparkling.

  I leaned down and kissed her nose, hoping she wouldn’t notice my apprehension.

  “That sounds familiar,” Aspen mused.

  Jenna snapped her fingers and sat up straight. “Oh, I know!” She looked at me, completely unaware of the fact that she was about to make my life a lot fucking harder. “Isn’t that where your friend’s sister works? Kassidy something?”

  Macy froze. I think even her heart stopped beating for a moment. Then she slowly pulled out of my embrace. “Kassidy Bell?” she asked Jenna.

  “That’s right,” Aspen jumped in. “She’s Dillon’s sister. What a coincidence.”

  Macy turned to face me. “Is it?” she asked quietly, her emerald eyes icy.

  Fucking hell.

  10

  Macy

  I forced myself to remain calm. It wasn’t an easy task because I was filled with a confusing mixture of hurt and pissed off, but I wasn’t in the mood to make an ass out of myself in front of an audience. If it was just Aspen, it would be different since I knew my best friend would never judge me. She’d be the first to have my back, just like I’ve had hers many times before. And guessing by the looks on Jenna and Quinn’s faces, they already had a good idea just how pissed off I was about what I suspected Rhys had done. But even if they’d understand me pitching a fit, it didn’t matter because this was a conversation I wanted to have with Rhys in private. And that meant we couldn’t do it here.

  Once I’d managed to get a hold of my emotions, I turned to look at Aspen. “Dinner was great, but Rhys and I need to head out now.”

  She jumped up from her seat and gave me a big hug. “Give him hell,” she whispered in my ear. I nodded jerkily in agreement. “And after you’ve gotten some of the anger out of your system, listen when he explains what dumb, masculine logic was behind whatever it was that he did. You’re not going to want to hear what he has to say, but I’ve seen you with him—you’re going to hate it even more if things don’t work out between the two of you.”

  Her warning wasn’t what I wanted to hear right at that moment, but it was probably exactly what I needed. A reminder of what was at stake. “Okay,” I agreed, my voice shaky.

  She offered me an encouraging smile, one I didn’t have in me to return, as she backed away so I could say goodbye to Jenna and Quinn.

  “Guys can be idiots—” Jenna started.

  “Hey!” her fiancé complained.

  “Let me finish,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “As I was saying, guys can be idiots but they usually mean well. You just need to put him on a shorter leash going forward so he doesn’t mess up quite so badly again.”

  Even with as angry as I was, I still giggle-snorted at the image that popped in my head of Jenna leading Quinn around by a leash.

  “I’ll show you a shorter leash when we get home tonight,” Quinn purred, making Jenna’s face fill with heat as her eyes widened in embarrassment.

  “I was only gone for ten minutes. How the fuck did the conversatio
n turn into shit that’s likely to get Quinn killed?” Weston growled as he walked into the living room.

  “Long story short, Macy got a publishing deal.” Aspen held one hand up to stop her husband from interrupting when his eyes lit up and he started to open his mouth. “You’re going to have to save your congratulations for later because it’s with a company where Rhys has a personal connection, so he has some explaining to do to my very stubborn best friend who never wants to accept help from anyone.”

  “Stubborn is an understatement,” Weston muttered, turning towards me. “But let me know if you need any help kicking his ass.”

  “Seriously?” Rhys grumbled, shooting him a frustrated look. “Like you don’t understand exactly where I was coming from? And what ever happened to solidarity of gender?”

  “Maybe I do.” Aspen giggled and mumbled “maybe” under her breath in a sarcastic tone. Weston pulled her into his side and gave her a big squeeze before continuing. “But I warned you about my talent for burying bodies before you got involved with her. Now you’ve hurt her, and you need to figure out how to make it right before I have to step in and do something about it.”

  Rhys looked like he was ready to take Weston on, his muscles bunched up as he glared at his friend. “She’s mine.”

  “I never said she wasn’t, just that you’d better fix what you’ve broken.”

  “I fucking love her. Of course I’m going to fix this.”

  “I’ve had enough of the male pissing contest you two have going on.” I glared at both men. “Weston, there’s no need for you to grab a shovel because I’m perfectly capable of kicking Rhys’s ass if I need to.”

  “Plus she has me to help bury his body if it comes down to that,” Aspen piped in.

  “And you”—I wagged my finger at Rhys—“If you want any chance of fixing this, we need to go. Now.”

  “Good luck,” Weston chuckled.

  “I think I’m going to need it,” Rhys muttered as we walked out the door.