by Nicole Fox
“It’s okay,” she says, smiling at me. “You’re my family now. And look.” She waves a hand at the forest, which rises up onto a hill. Every couple of miles, houses sit right next to the trees, so close they’re almost in the gardens at times. “Isn’t this just amazing? I don’t want to be anywhere else apart from here, with you.”
I reach across the car and squeeze her thigh. “I feel exactly the same,” I tell her.
She makes an odd whimpering sound and turns to look out of the window, pressing her face against the glass.
“I something wrong?” I ask her.
“I just … no, everything’s fine.”
“You’ve been acting strange since we stopped at the gas station yesterday,” I point out. It’s true. Ever since we stopped, she’s been slightly distant with me. It’d make me worried if I thought there was any chance she was having second thoughts, but that doesn’t seem to be it. We made love last night and we were as close as we always are. Made love, goddamn … what a lady can to do a killer is one hell of a thing. “You know you can talk to me,” I go on. “Hell, who else are we gonna talk to, eh?”
“It’s nothing,” she mutters, a little testily. “It’s just … Wow, Gabriel, just look at that.” She points to a large house nestled in a miniature forest of its own. There’s a For Sale sign outside.
“Come on, then.”
I turn the car into the driveway and kill the engine.
“Why don’t we have a look around?”
“Are you serious?” she says, smiling now. Man, I live for the damn smile. If every day for the rest of my life is spent trying to get her to smile at me like that, I think I could die a happy man. “Really?”
“Come on.” I go around to her side of the car and open the door for her.
“What a gentleman,” she quips, kissing me quickly on the cheek. “Should we call the realtor?” she asks, nodding at the sign.
“No need,” I tell her. “We’re not going to steal anything.”
I walk toward the house: a large porch with an overhanging roof that looks like the sort of place a married man might live with his wife. It looks perfect, then.
“But how are we going to get in?”
“I’ve still got some tricks up my sleeve, princess.”
She scowls at me, nudging me in the arm playfully. “If you call me that again, I am going to hurt you. You know I can.”
I nudge her back. “You’re the most dangerous person alive,” I agree. I search all the windows, looking for one that has been left slightly open to avoid damp: an old trick I learned back in the Family days. It’s at the side of the house, barely half an inch ajar. But it’s enough.
“All right, wait here.”
I pry the window open and then walk through the house—high ceilings, large, open-plan, grand—and then open the front door.
“Come on in,” I say.
She curtsies, though she’s wearing pants so she mimes it in the air. “Thank you very much.”
We explore the house together, Colleen’s smile getting wider the whole time. It’s not easy for her after everything that happened, but if Alma ever truly thought that Colleen was weak in any way, she was dead wrong. Colleen is made of steel, even tougher than me. I’m proud to be her man. I tell her as much when we’re in the master bedroom, en-suite bathroom and tall vanity unit in the corner, the mirror-frame golden and decorated.
“I don’t know about that,” she mutters.
“All right, princess, what is it?” I grab her shoulders and turn her toward me. “Something’s wrong and you’re gonna tell me right now. It’s me and you against the world, remember?”
She looks down at the floor. “That’s what I’m afraid of. If I tell you …” She sighs, looks back into my eyes. “But you’re right. I can’t keep it to myself, not forever.” She laughs at a joke only she understands, and then tells me the punchline: “I’m pregnant, Gabriel.”
I lift her off her feet and spin her around the room, hugging her and kissing her more than I ever have before, kissing her forehead and her cheek and her chin and her neck and her chest, wherever my kisses land. I kiss her until she has to disentangle herself, giggling, tears sliding down her cheeks and face turning red as though unable to contain everything she feels.
“You’re glad?” she squeals. “Really?”
“What do you think about this place for a family home, eh?” I ask, unable to stop smiling. My face feels tight, I’m smiling so much.
She stops me with a kiss, rubbing her body against mine, and then leans back in my embrace. I hold all of her weight, as I always will.
“Do you mean that?” she whispers, tears sliding endlessly.
“I do,” I tell her.
Epilogue
Colleen
Whenever Alma would speak to me about my wedding, it always sounded like a circus: bright lights, dozens of people I had never met, and me as the clown, standing up there in some contraption she’d picked out for me.
This is much different. We stand at the altar of the church with the pews almost empty except for our hired witnesses. I don’t pay much attention to anything else, though, apart from Gabriel. Our eyes are locked on each other the whole time. Dimly, I try to remember what it was like to be frightened of this man: that day, months ago, when I was locked in a lonely room in Staten Island. But I can’t, which is good because I don’t really want to. This man is the father of my unborn child, and this man is the love of my life.
“I do,” I whisper, tears streaming again. My bump is not big yet, but it’s big enough to play havoc with my emotions. Everything is heightened and more important than I ever thought it could be. I wonder if this is what living feels like.
Gabriel crushes me against him and kisses me so hard and with so much passion that the officiator averts his eyes. Then he grabs my hand and leads me down the aisle as soft Celtic music plays—my suggestion—and out into the endless beauty of Wyoming. He takes me to the car and opens the door for me, all but pouncing on me when I give him the Look. He knows the Look well, since I’ve been giving it to him more and more frequently since the pregnancy hormones have taken a stronger hold. The Look means lust, love, pleasure, closeness. The Look means everything we ever wanted.
“A honeymoon at the house,” Gabriel says, grinning as he drives us home. “I hope that works all right for you, wife.”
“Call me it again!” I squeal, giggling in delight.
“Wife,” he says, with the tone of a promise. “Wife, wife, wife.”
We almost run into the house, our hands pawing at each other. I grab his cock as soon as the door slams behind us, push him up against the door and rub it on the outside of his trousers, rub it until I feel him go rock-solid for me. He smooths his hands up the backs of my thighs and grabs onto my ass, squeezing it hard. I bite his lip; he leans back, grinning viciously, and then squeezes my ass even harder.
“So that’s the game you want to play, eh?”
“Maybe it is—”
I giggle madly when he lifts me up by my ass cheeks, bracing his forearms beneath them and carrying me upstairs like that. I feel like I might fall, but only for a moment; he has me completely.
He lays me softly down on the bed and strips off my wedding dress, almost tearing it before I give him a stern look: no tearing the dress. He grins, shrugs, and then helps me to slide out of it. When I’m naked, he goes to his knees between my legs and grabs onto my thighs, kissing my clit and then kissing down my lips, all the way to my hole, before kissing back up again.
“You’re torturing me,” I moan, tingles moving ceaselessly over my body, everything heightened by the drug-like hormones. “You’re t—t—t—”
I throw my head back and scream, loud and long, nobody hearing apart from Gabriel and the animals in the forest around us.
He stops quickly, laughing when I groan at him. But he’s not laughing for long; he tears off his suit, ripping the arm of his jacket, and then drives his cock deep between my leg
s. I throw myself down on him; we spin. Somehow I end up on top with him thrusting up inside of me and me sitting down so hard on his cock that I must bruise his balls. He pumps his hips and I grind on him, taking every angle of pleasure, every blistering moment of it. The heat grows and grows and grows, until it is no longer heat. It is something else, both emotional and physical.
“I love you!” I gasp. “I love you! I—ah, ah, ah—”
I collapse atop him as the urgent pangs of pleasure electrify my entire body, completely scorching my pussy. My body is on fire and Gabriel is fanning the flames; with each movement, he heightens the pleasure, as though he can read my body better than I can. I almost slide away from him at one point, the pulsing of the euphoria is so powerful, but he grabs my hips and holds me there: holds me secure; holds me safe; holds me exactly where he wants me and exactly where I want to be. In the fray, I find his lips, kissing him as he kisses me.
And as the last moments of my pleasure pass, his just begin, so that our orgasms come almost at the same time.
I slide onto the bed next to him and immediately crawl into his embrace, resting my cheek against his chest.
“Your heart is beating like crazy,” I whisper.
“It never used to,” he says. “But then, I never used to feel a damn thing.”
“Now?” I ask, kissing his sweaty neck.
“Now?” He laughs and slides his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp like he knows I like. “Now I feel everything.”
“Is that a good thing?” Another kiss.
He rolls over so that our noses are touching, a smile making him look young and carefree and happier than I ever could’ve imagined back when some Italian mobster came walking up to my porch. “It’s the best thing in the world.”
THE END
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Engine: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Asphalt Angels MC)
Taking her is wrong. Breaking her is worse.
I was buried in shadows.
Then she brought an unexpected light into my world.
I’d sworn off hope after my brother’s murder.
My life had becoming nothing but an endless stream of brutal violence, one-night stands, and drink after drink after drink.
Then Kayla rang my doorbell.
And everything changed.
Kayla is a curvy, teasing beauty.
She’s too gorgeous and too innocent for a broken man like me to touch.
But I’m rock hard, ruthless, and I refuse to let her go.
She needs my help.
Desperately.
And she has answers about my brother’s death that I’ve been searching for.
We’re both broken in our own shattered ways.
But maybe, together, we can make something whole.
Not just for our own sake.
Not just for our own happiness.
But also for the baby in Kayla’s arms.
Stroke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Big Cats MC)
I’m gonna stroke her ‘til I get what I want: a baby.
She’s a good girl getting lost on the wrong side of the tracks.
But she’d better be real careful.
Because Sin City ain’t a playground.
It’s a f**kin’ hunting ground.
And I’m the king of the godd*mn jungle.
Nikki is exactly what I’ve been prowling for:
An innocent girl with a body built for sin.
And in this nightclub, that makes her a prime target.
She’s had some boring rich boy hounding her all night long.
But when I swoop in and show her what it’s like to truly take a ride on the wild side…
She’s got nothin’ to say but yes.
I take her home and coax moan after moan from her plump lips.
Sweaty and spent, we part ways.
I never thought I’d see her again.
But the rich boy she left behind won’t give up so easily.
He’s got footage of precious Nikki in the arms of a dirty biker.
And he’s determined to show it to her daddy.
I’m guessing the man won’t be too excited to see his little girl corrupted by a man like me.
But he definitely won’t be happy when Nikki drops her other bombshell:
She’s pregnant with my kid.
Rev: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Marauders MC)
I’d kill for her – if our enemies don’t kill us first.
She’d do whatever it takes to make it and get the hell out of this town.
But she might’ve gone too far.
My rival gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse.
And then he did the unspeakable:
He laid a hand on my woman.
No one does that without paying the price.
And touching Roxy is the last mistake that Buck will ever make.
He’s started a war, and I plan to finish it.
But my blind rage might doom us all.
Because Roxy’s been hiding a secret from me.
And when I discover the truth, all hell breaks loose.
I once thought I had nothing to lose.
But now I have a son.
And I plan on surviving, so I can be the father to him that I never had.
But doing that might cost me everything.
Blaze: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Crew MC)
I’ll pay my debts to the biker with dirty nights in his bed.
My life is going just peachy, thanks for asking.
All I have to do is:
Pay off my student loans, save my dead mother’s business from the debt collectors, fend off our family’s greatest enemy from stealing everything my mother left behind, and handle the sexy hitman who wants to grab a piece of my business…
And a piece of me.
Easy enough, right?
Wrong.
So, so wrong.
I’m drowning in problems and I don’t know where to turn for help.
But when Blaze, the fixer from the Iron Crew MC sent to collect on the payments my mother owed, offers me a sinful deal, I have no choice but to take it.
Now, I’m spending my nights in his bed.
I should feel dirty and used – but the truth is, I’m dangerously obsessed.
Because the biker sets my world on fire.
And if I’m going to make it out of this mess alive…
Blaze is my only hope.
Grind: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Jagged Souls MC)
He bought me just to make me moan.
SARA
When I need money to pay for my son’s school, I decide to take a chance.
What could a fun little auction hurt?
Until I realize this wasn’t your usual auction.
This one ends with me naked in some strange man’s bed.
To my shock, the devastatingly gorgeous man in the back bids on me—and wins.
Saxton looks at me with those emerald green eyes, and I’m lost.
He takes me home.
And the bad boy delivers on every filthy promise he’s made.
Then, just when I think I’ll never see him again, I find him left for dead on the side of the road.
A killer is after us both. Danger lurks around every corner.
Now, I have to decide if I’m loyal to my family, to my own blood…
…or if my love for Sam eclipses everything else.
SAXTON
All I want is revenge.
Revenge for the killing of my fallen comrade, murdered in cold blood.
Until I find Sara.
Blond, gorgeous, and innocent,
I want her in my bed.
Seeing her up on stage, I know I have to win her.
I take her home. Make her moan my name.
In the morning, though, she’s gone.
I try to get her out of my head and focus on finding the killer.
But then Sara comes crashing back into my life.